Li Dong, however, showed a touch of gratitude. Clearly, Uncle Qin was getting on in years, and his energy wasn't what it used to be. He must have been taking a nap, but upon hearing of Li Dong's return, he immediately changed his clothes to greet him.
After all, he'd watched him grow up…
With a sigh of emotion, he certainly wouldn't blame Uncle Qin. After exchanging pleasantries for a while, he said, "Is Xue Tang here? I'd like to… see her."
A pang of shame gripped him. When he rescued Xue Tang on the cruise ship, he'd promised her he wouldn't suddenly disappear, yet he'd only spent a few days with her.
Xue Tang was his childhood sweetheart, his fiancée, his lover. In fact, these two identities had always coexisted, as Uncle Luo had never shied away from discussing them; but he understood this meaning much later than Xue Tang did, perhaps much later.
A girl's growth always precedes a boy's. He didn't know when it started, perhaps it was the moment Xue Tang began to transform from a lovely, delicate little girl into a graceful young woman, seemingly becoming more beautiful every day.
When Xue Tang first wore a thin, elegant long dress, her bare, jade-like feet clasped behind her back as she slowly walked across the polished floor, he was truly stunned.
Although Xue Tang's breasts were still small and delicate, her youthful innocence barely concealed, her already blossoming figure and graceful demeanor, along with her flowing dress and the glimpses of her small, snow-white feet, possessed an ethereal beauty and captivating charm, as if a lotus had blossomed overnight.
He remembered the first time Xue Tang called him "Silly Boy" when she walked up to him, twirled around, and he simply stared blankly without reacting.
Their innocent childhood friendship seemed to have undergone a change. Xue Tang appeared to have created a slight distance between them, but it was precisely that distance that gradually transformed their familial intimacy into something strangely alluring and bittersweet.
The intimacy remained, but with an added flutter of the heart. As time passed, it brewed into a mellow, intoxicating wine, a memory that always brought a sweet, intoxicating feeling to his heart.
The memory flashed by, and he noticed a slight hesitation on Qin Bo's face. However, the servant beside him spoke bluntly, "Miss has already returned and has been staying at home for several days."
"Yes, Miss is at home now… but…"
Qin Bo hesitated, but upon hearing that Xue Tang was at home, Li Dong lost all interest in exchanging pleasantries with Qin Bo and the servant, and headed straight for the small villa in the center of the garden.
He was too attached to Xue Tang, especially in the Luo family home, where they shared so many memories. He walked along the pebbled path and saw a peach tree on the grass.
That was the place where he had first kissed Xue Tang. At first, he had simply stood there, his lips pressed against the girl's, soft and tender like silkworm membranes, already making his heart pound.
It was Xue Tang who took the initiative, her tongue seemingly exploding in his mouth, their tongues intertwined, making him feel as if he were melting.
Before he knew it, he was already locked in a passionate kiss with his childhood sweetheart, their lips slightly swollen… The only problem was that Yu Tang had witnessed it, and the young girl had even tried to kiss him.
He hadn't thought much of it at the time, nor could he possibly kiss Yu Tang's rosy lips, but what happened afterward… Now that he had regained his memories, he couldn't hide it. Yu Tang's virginity had indeed been taken by him…
In a flash, he arrived at Xue Tang's room.
There was no movement inside, only the even sound of breathing. Was Xue Tang still napping?
But he couldn't contain his desire to see Xue Tang any longer. He pushed open the door, wanting to go in. The lock on the door seemed new, which was a bit strange.
He gently opened the door and entered the inner room. Sure enough, on that familiar bed, Xue Tang was fast asleep, just like Sleeping Beauty.
Her shapely figure wasn't clad in pajamas, but rather in a low-cut white dress with sleeves. The dress had no straps, the sleeves only extending to the lower half of her arms and elbows, connecting precisely to the low neckline, thus restraining her two large, teardrop-shaped breasts.
From her shoulders and neck down to her upper arms, and even her full breasts, nearly half of her cleavage was exposed.
Especially since the dress was very thin and had no inner lining, her breasts, even when slightly parted while lying down, remained full and teardrop-shaped, their prominent contours almost entirely visible.
The nipples were even clearly visible; in public, this would undoubtedly be a major risk of wardrobe malfunction.
After all, the sleeves were near the elbows and directly connected to the chest, with the armpits hanging open. Even a slight movement would expose more of her side breasts, and further movement would likely reveal the nipples as well.
Moreover, Xue Tang's bodice seemed unusually low, barely covering the tips of her breasts, revealing a faint, delicate pinkish hue.
She seemed dressed too revealingly, but he quickly dismissed it. Xue Tang was at home, asleep; it didn't seem inappropriate…
However, a quick glance revealed that Xue Tang's skirt was slightly wrinkled, as if it had been rolled up, with part of it tucked under her buttocks. However, he couldn't see any trace of underwear on her smooth buttocks.
Li Dong's heart stirred, and he gently parted Xue Tang's fragrant knees.
Instantly, a sensual and lewd scene came into his view. Between Xue Tang's previously closed, plump, snow-white thighs, glistened with a crystalline liquid, several strands of saliva connecting the parted thighs.
Two plump, white labia were tightly closed, yet incredibly wet and sticky. The tightly closed opening glistened with fluid, soaking a patch of the skirt beneath.
Suddenly, a scent like nectar mixed with ripe fruit, a hint of decaying orchid, and a touch of blood—the pungent aroma of her vaginal fluids—entered his nostrils.
Li Dong felt a pang of heartache and helplessness; his beloved could only find solace here…