Yang Zhurou remained absorbed in slicing the potatoes, completely unaware of the unusual presence behind her. Immersed in her own rich experience, her movements grew even more fluid. Soon, crystal-clear potato strips were neatly sliced.
Growing bolder, Xu Ruizhi slowly moved his hands upward, exploring Yang Zhurou's smooth, flat abdomen, then higher...
Big!
Really big!
Feeling the elasticity and warmth transmitted through his palms, Xu Ruizhi couldn't help but grow restless all over, a certain part of him stirring with desire.
Though not as massive as Fang Hanmeng's, those plump, soft peaks were more than enough to stand out proudly. After all, figures like Fang Hanmeng's were rare, and ones that didn't sag were even rarer. While Yang Zhurou couldn't quite match Fang Hanmeng, she was only a level below—still more than enough to catch any man's eye.
Two snowy peaks shifted shape in Xu Ruizhi's hands, their tender, delicate texture making him reluctant to let go. Especially the crimson cherries at their peaks—the thin fabric could hardly conceal their alluring allure, and the faintly visible protrusions were utterly captivating.
Xu Ruizhi felt his breathing grow rapid, a certain part of his body rising high, even pressing against Yang Zhurou's plump buttocks.
Yang Zhurou finished slicing the last potato shred and placed them into the pot, ready to blanch and stir-fry them, still showing no reaction. Xu Ruizhi could no longer restrain himself. He stealthily reached out, tracing along Yang Zhurou's slender waist downward, arriving at the front of her perky buttocks. With a gentle pull, he lifted her skirt, revealing the mysterious area wrapped in flesh-colored panties.
"Gulp—" Xu Ruizhi swallowed hard. Though still clad in panties, Yang Zhurou's buttock curves were fully exposed before him. Her snow-white, delicate thighs shimmered with a mesmerizing glow under the dim yellow light, enough to make one's blood boil.
Xu Ruizhi's hand tugged downward, and in an instant, Yang Zhurou's originally tightly wrapped panties were pulled off, revealing her skin to his gaze.
Her buttocks were plump and full, the bones rounded, her skin tender, fair, and smooth, like a freshly peeled egg. Xu Ruizhi couldn't resist reaching out to give them a squeeze.
Though it wasn't his first time touching his mother's body, her voluptuous rear still stirred an inexplicable excitement in Xu Ruizhi, making him yearn to push Yang Zhurou down right then and there.
Crouching down, Xu Ruizhi leaned close to Yang Zhurou's secluded valley, examining it carefully. The area was bare, with only a few stubborn black weeds growing. Xu Ruizhi flicked them with his fingertips, the smooth sensation making his heart itch with anticipation.
The small bud in the center gradually stood erect under the teasing of his fingers, pink and adorable, the entrance slightly moist. Xu Ruizhi couldn't help but lower his head and take it into his mouth, gently sucking.
Yang Zhurou was intently stir-frying the potato shreds, completely unaware of her son's depraved actions...
It wasn't until she finished cooking that Yang Zhurou finally shifted her attention away from her tasks.
And what she saw was this scene!
Xu Ruizhi was crouched over her secluded valley, his tongue already delving deep into her vagina, wantonly savoring her sweet, sticky nectar. The pink petals had turned a deep red under the sweeping strokes of his tongue.
Yang Zhurou immediately covered her mouth, afraid she might lose control and cry out. A tingling sensation a hundred times more intense than masturbation spread throughout her body. His tongue stirred recklessly within the damp passage, the sheer pleasure nearly making Yang Zhurou let out a soft moan.
Don't cry out, don't cry out!
Yang Zhurou bit her lip hard, desperately suppressing the moan that threatened to escape.
She couldn't let this little beast hear her! Otherwise, she'd be too ashamed to face anyone. Surely, once he'd had his fill, he'd leave on his own, right?
Xu Ruizhi's hands still cradled Yang Zhurou's plump buttocks, gently kneading them, while his tongue continued its relentless assault, sweeping across the battlefield and leaving chaos in its wake...
Finally, at the very moment Yang Zhurou could no longer hold back a moan, Xu Ruizhi ceased his assault. His tongue retreated, leaving only a sticky residue lingering in her depths. A few glistening strands of fluid slowly seeped out as his tongue withdrew, shimmering with a silvery glow under the light.
Xu Ruizhi reluctantly lifted his head, his gaze burning as he stared at his mother.
Yang Zhurou could only feign ignorance, saying nothing as she scooped the stir-fried vegetables onto a plate and turned to leave.
Xu Ruizhi hurriedly pulled his mother's panties back into place. Combined with Yang Zhurou's slow pace, by the time she stepped out of the kitchen, everything was neatly arranged again, leaving no trace of what had just transpired.
"Mom!" Xu Ruizhi called out, quickly catching up to her.
"Ah!" Yang Zhurou deliberately put on a flustered expression, shooting her son a glare. "Why are you running around like a dog?"
"I wasn't running around. You just didn't notice me," Xu Ruizhi replied shamelessly with a grin. Noticing his mother's flushed cheeks, he asked curiously, "Mom, why is your face so red?"
"Oh, maybe it's just too hot," Yang Zhurou deflected, carrying the rice bowl toward the dining room.
"Heh, that was really exciting just now. Mom didn't even resist me!" Xu Ruizhi watched his mother's graceful, swaying figure and a smug smile curled at the corner of his lips as he hurried after her.
That's right!
He had done it on purpose!
...
"Xiao Meng, dinner's ready!"
"Coming!" Fang Hanmeng responded, putting down the remote control and heading toward the dining table.
"Lianwei, stop chatting and come eat!" Yang Zhurou called toward Song Lianwei's bedroom.
"Oh, coming, I'll be right there," Song Lianwei's voice echoed from the bedroom. The door soon opened, and she emerged wearing a white spaghetti-strap nightgown. The bottom half was an ultra-short sleep shorts, barely distinguishable from boy shorts, just barely covering her buttocks. Her pale, slender legs were exposed, swaying slightly as she walked.
"Why are you dressed like that? Couldn't you put on something more decent? It's so inappropriate!" Yang Zhurou frowned, scolding Song Lianwei as she eyed her exposed legs.
"What's there to be afraid of? There are no outsiders here!" Song Lianwei waved her hand dismissively and took a seat at the table.
"Even if there are no outsiders, Ruirui is here. He's a boy, after all. What kind of impression does it give, dressing like this?" As she spoke, Yang Zhurou recalled what her son had done to her in the kitchen earlier, and her cheeks flushed crimson like fiery clouds. She shot Xu Ruizhi a sharp glare.
Xu Ruizhi put on an innocent expression, looking at his mother as if to say, "Mom, I didn't do anything wrong. Why are you glaring at me?"
"This kid has seen it all before. He probably knows my body inside out by now! If I try to cover up now, it'd just be like covering my ears to steal a bell!" Song Lianwei picked up her chopsticks and placed a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs into her mouth.
She spoke nonchalantly, "If it weren't for that, I might still be a bit more careful. But now… heh, it doesn't matter anymore!"
As she spoke, Song Lianwei twisted her waist slightly, pulling up the V-neck of her nightgown. The two pale, full mounds on her chest immediately threatened to spill out.
Hearing Song Lianwei's words, Yang Zhurou trembled with rage. This woman was becoming more and more shameless. Ever since she had shared a bed with Xu Ruizhi last time, she had grown increasingly unrestrained, almost as if she were a different person!
Yang Zhurou shot her son another fierce glare. Xu Ruizhi shrank back in fear, quickly lowering his head to shovel rice into his mouth...
"Lianwei, is your stomach still bothering you?" Fang Hanmeng asked with concern.
"Not bad, I'm feeling much better now, but..." Song Lianwei suddenly changed the topic, sounding a bit puzzled as she said, "When I went to the bathroom this afternoon, what came out seemed a bit unusual—a clump of something sticky, incredibly foul-smelling, and utterly disgusting. I didn't even dare to smell it. But now, I feel much more comfortable."
"Aren't you disgusted? We're eating right now, and you're talking about such things. Don't you find it revolting?" Yang Zhurou couldn't help but scold her.
Xu Ruizhi was taken aback for a moment before suddenly realizing something. He quickly asked, "Did you feel an extraordinary clarity in your mind the moment it came out?"
"Yes, exactly! It felt like a sense of openness and expansiveness. Things I couldn't figure out before are now clear to me!" Song Lianwei looked at Xu Ruizhi curiously and asked, "How did you know?"
"Bone marrow cleansing and impurity expulsion!" Xu Ruizhi replied with a serious expression. "What you expelled were impurities, toxins, pathogens, bacteria, and substances produced by the reproduction of germs from your body."
"What do you mean?" Song Lianwei was stunned. "Are you saying I've contracted some kind of illness?"
Xu Ruizhi shook his head and explained, "Your body is perfectly healthy, without any illness. But what you expelled was a mixture of undigested food and nutrients that turned into waste. Over time, it accumulated in your intestines and stomach, forming this kind of substance, which has had a certain impact on your body." Pausing for a moment, he continued, "Actually, these things are just ordinary impurities. Everyone stores some of this material in their body. These impurities can't be expelled; they can only be regulated through diet."
"Then why did I expel something like this..." Halfway through her sentence, Song Lianwei thought of something and looked at Xu Ruizhi in shock. "Could it be..."
"Exactly, you've got it!" Xu Ruizhi patted Song Lianwei on the shoulder with his right hand, smiling as he said, "Yes, it's because of dual cultivation. According to the Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon, when two people engage in dual cultivation, both parties benefit. The man's cultivation improves, while the woman's physique is enhanced."
"Moreover..." Xu Ruizhi lowered his voice. "There's a small chance of undergoing bone marrow cleansing and impurity expulsion, achieving a flawless body, extending lifespan, and becoming even more youthful and beautiful!"
"Does that mean I'm going to become immortal?" Song Lianwei exclaimed excitedly.
"Not so fast. Although bone marrow cleansing and impurity expulsion can transform you, it's only limited to the skin and muscles. To truly achieve immortality, we'll have to rely on day-to-day cultivation!" Xu Ruizhi shook his head, speaking earnestly, though a sly smile flickered at the corner of his mouth.
After hearing this, Song Lianwei froze for a few seconds before slapping the table excitedly and shouting, "I've decided! Starting tonight, I'm going to learn dual cultivation techniques from Ruizhi!"
"Shut up!" Yang Zhurou couldn't take it anymore. Discussing such topics in front of her was simply outrageous!
She absolutely refused to admit that a hint of jealous bitterness had just welled up in her heart...
"Ruizhi, can you treat COVID-19?" Yang Zhurou took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, and looked at her son.
Xu Ruizhi's expression grew serious. He pondered for a moment before speaking slowly, "It can be treated, but..."
"But what?" Yang Zhurou pressed.
"There are too many infected people, especially with what's happening abroad. I alone can't possibly save that many. And if I'm exposed, it will definitely bring trouble. I'm only at the mid-stage of Qi Refinement—my strength is still too weak to handle it. It's not that I'm indifferent to human lives, but my abilities are truly too limited..." Xu Ruizhi sighed, showing a helpless expression.
Yang Zhurou quickly waved her hand in denial. "Who said I wanted you to go save people? Do you think I'm that foolish? I was just asking!"
Then she added, "By the way, when you passed by Shicun next door, how was the epidemic situation there?"
"There were hardly any people on the streets—it was deserted. It seems everyone is isolating at home." Xu Ruizhi sighed, picked up a piece of chicken with his chopsticks, and chewed it slowly.
"Ah..."
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