Chapter 11 Peeping

The babbling of the stream, wetting the fabric, even soaking the muzzle.

Huo Hui straddled atop, her waist twisting rhythmlessly.

The temperature in the air seemed to have surpassed forty degrees, exceptionally scorching.

In the midst of this heat, two healthy young adults were fully pressed against each other, hands constantly moving.

Like a pile of dry kindling having been tossed a matchstick.

In an instant, a towering blaze erupted.

One piece of clothing after another left their bodies, tossed to the ground.

Until only those final articles of modesty remained.

In the sunlight, Huo Hui breathed softly, eyes hazy, her clear, fair skin glowing faintly under the light. From neck to lower body, not a single flaw was visible, like the soft clam-like flesh freed from its shell.

And those full, pert breasts looked like pearls nestled in the clam-like flesh, temptingly shaped.

They stood before each other in honest nakedness.

In the stuffy heat of summer, within this spartan bedroom, sweat had already dampened their hair, streaming down their spines.

Huo Hui's heart raced, her spring-filled eyes gazing at the youthful face within reach.

She knew she was making a mistake, but... there were no buts.

At this moment, both Huo Hui and Tang Feng failed to notice that through a round hole in the wall, a pair of eyes was covertly spying on them.

Right in the adjacent bedroom, atop the bunk bed, Lin Xuan laid flat against the wall.

Those beautiful eyes stared blankly at the scene on the bed, cheeks flushed, ears red.

Sister Hui and Tang Feng were actually...

They were aunt and nephew by marriage, how could they do such a thing?

Even if Tang Feng and Sister Hui's husband were not blood brothers, they were still cousins from the same family.

This was...

Although she inwardly ranted this way, feeling her worldviews being upended, her eyes couldn't help but sneak furtive glances.

Especially when the last piece of modesty was stripped from Tang Feng's body by Sister Hui, revealing that fierce weapon, she couldn't help but whisper audibly.

Even if she had seen this weapon in the bathroom, under the atmosphere at that moment, she still struggled to contain herself.

Her breathing grew ragged, her heart pounding.

So big, it was like the male protagonists in those foreign adult films.

If she were to sit on it, would she be torn apart?

Could Sister Hui really handle it?

As she thought this, her hand uncontrollably slipped under her skirt.

Sister Hui was about to sit down...

Oh...

That intense cry of satisfaction erupted from Huo Hui's mouth.

She arched her fair neck, like a white swan.

Her round, perky buttocks hesitated for a moment, then sat down...

Like a startled swan spearheading through the day.

Clang...

Just then, in the living room, the sound of a door came.

"Sister Hui..."

Han Ling's voice came from outside.

At that moment, Huo Hui was about to go mad.

She sat astride Tang Feng, their bodies joined, that fiery giant nestled within her, as if it were pressing right against her heart.

For the first time, the void in her body was completely filled.

But damn it, just then, Han Ling had returned.

Right now, she truly wanted to throw caution to the wind and keep doing what they wanted, even if Han Ling were to see them.

But reason told her she couldn't do that.

The problem was, even if they put their clothes on now, it was already too late; Han Ling had reached the living room and would enter the bedroom within seconds.

If Han Ling saw her and Tang Feng like this, how could she face anyone in the future?

After all, she and Tang Feng were aunt and nephew by marriage.

"Sister Lingling, why have you come back again?"

Just as Huo Hui panicked, in the living room, the voice of Lin Xuan sounded.

"The boss lady said we're having dinner together tonight, so I came back to let you all know," Han Ling said from inside the living room.

As she spoke, she glanced at the tightly shut bedroom door.

"Is Sister Hui and Tang Feng out looking at houses?" she casually asked.

At this moment, Lin Xuan's face was flushed, and her mind was still replaying those extremely erotic scenes.

Thinking of those images made her heartbeat quicken even more.

Now, she absolutely couldn't let Han Ling go in, or else Sister Hui would probably face a huge embarrassment.

She told herself this.

"Sister Hui is still sleeping. Oh, Sister Lingling, could you help me take a look and see which outfit looks good on me for tonight?" Lin Xuan said.

Han Ling didn't suspect a thing and nodded, following Lin Xuan to her bedroom.

In the other bedroom, Huo Hui hastily left Tang Feng's body.

As that huge thing slipped out of her body, she felt a sense of loss, completely hollowed out, terribly uncomfortable.

"Hurry up and get up, don't let Lingling and the others see you." Her face red, she dared not look at Tang Feng.

The two of them hurriedly got out of bed and started looking for their scattered clothes.

With Lin Xuan's timely interruption, they had enough time to get ready.

By the time Han Ling came over, both of them were fully dressed.

Seeing the two with disheveled clothes and strange demeanors, Han Ling couldn't help but feel suspicious.

Her intuition told her that there was something fishy about this aunt and nephew duo.

But she didn't dare let her thoughts wander further.

Instead, Lin Xuan, who had followed, kept darting her gaze around and didn't dare to look at Huo Hui and Tang Feng.

"Sister Hui, the boss lady said we're having dinner tonight, and everyone has to attend," Han Ling said.

Supporting her somewhat weak legs, Huo Hui nodded.

At this moment, she was still overwhelmed with strong excitement, nervous to the point that her body was trembling.

"Sister Hui, why are you shaking like that? You're not sick, are you?" The attentive Han Ling noticed and asked with concern.

"I'm fine," Huo Hui hastily replied.

Han Ling frowned slightly but didn't press further.

By midday, Huo Hui ultimately hadn't taken Tang Feng out to look for houses.

About this, Han Ling didn't say a word.

Deep down, of course, Han Ling hoped Tang Feng would stay here all the time.

Lunchtime arrived quickly.

At the dining table, the four people sat one on each side.

Tang Feng kept his head down, shoveling rice into his mouth, when suddenly a foot rested on his leg.

He looked up and locked eyes with Han Ling, who sat opposite him.

Han Ling gave a mischievous smirk, then naturally lowered her head to continue eating.

Under the table, that stocking-clad foot began to gently brush between Tang Feng's legs.

The sole of her foot rested there, rubbing back and forth.

A tingling sensation ran up Tang Feng's scalp, a current of electricity shooting straight to his brain's core.

In his lower belly, the fire that had subsided flared up instantly again.

Han Ling rested her chin in her hand on the table, showing no sign of anything unusual.

In the unseen place, her foot was suspended in mid-air, her toes tracing Tang Feng's stiffness, gliding up and down.

It must be said, Han Ling really knew how to play.

Every stroke of her toes stirred Tang Feng's nerves.

Tang Feng endured it, feeling both exhilarated and afraid, afraid of being discovered by Huo Hui and Lin Xuan.

But the more he felt that way, the stronger the sensation became, completely disrupting the rhythm at which he was eating his rice.

Sitting beside them, Huo Hui vaguely sensed something.

Silently, she glanced over at Tang Feng and Han Ling.

Then, she leaned down toward them.