Seeing that his pants were about to be pulled down by his stepmother, Qin Chuan's rationality still prevailed.
The stepmother had suffered the destruction of her flower shop today and was surely in a bad mood.
Now he wanted her to help him vent.
Was he still human?
Qin Chuan quickly tightened his belt and then got up to go to the bathroom: "Aunt Mei, I'll wash my face first, please wait for me a moment."
After speaking, he fled the stepmother's room as if he were escaping a disaster.
Seeing this scene, the stepmother's gaze visibly dimmed slightly.
"Alas... I'm older now, can't compare to those young girls."
The stepmother lowered her head and glanced at her own figure, feeling a vague sense of anxiety.
After a while, Qin Chuan returned.
He was noticeably calmer now.
Then, he went back to the bed to continue massaging his stepmother.
He could obviously feel that the stepmother's emotions weren't as intense as the previous evenings.
"It seems the massage is working."
