October 15, 2013, Los Angeles.
Ye Dong strolled down the hallway, gazing at the scenery outside the window. In the distance, a graceful figure approached, carrying a backpack in one hand.
Dressed in a pristine white blouse and a black knee-length pleated skirt, her slender and shapely calves were encased in black stockings and high heels, moving with such elegance and tranquility, untouched by dust. Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes like autumn waters, her lips red and moist, her face fair and fragrant, with a gaze so fluid it was as mesmerizing as a landscape painting. Her upper body was adorned with a similarly fitted white T-shirt, stretched taut over her full chest, resembling two towering and firm snow peaks, gently swaying with her steps, a sight that, though subtle, was utterly intoxicating. Her dignified and mature demeanor was as refined as a newly bloomed lotus, embodying the grace and beauty of her prime.
Watching such a mature and stunning beauty walk towards him, each step as light and graceful as a lotus in bloom, was truly a sight to behold. What captivated Ye Dong the most were her almond-shaped eyes, brimming with life and emotion, like a pool of spring water that made one's heart skip a beat.
After several years studying abroad, Ye Dong was finally returning home from America. The breathtaking flight attendant before him was someone his mother had specifically asked him to visit, and he was also taking the opportunity to fly home on a China Airlines flight.
Ye Dong knew only a little about Xiao Xueyi's background, which seemed to involve some unclear and complicated relationship with his so-called father.
"Aunt Xueyi, it's only been a few days since we last met, but you seem to have become even more beautiful and captivating?" Ye Dong asked with a warm and charming smile.
"Xiao Dong, you really know how to make your aunt happy. I'm already in my thirties, past the prime of beauty, how can I still be considered beautiful and captivating?"
Xiao Xueyi looked at Ye Dong, first with a gentle smile, then blushed as she thought of something, feeling somewhat embarrassed since he was the son of the man she admired.
"Oh, Aunt Xueyi, let me help you with your bag!"
Ye Dong laughed, taking the bag from Xiao Xueyi's delicate hand. As his fingers brushed against her fair and tender skin, he felt a stirring below.
"Then I'll trouble you, Xiao Dong!"
Since Ye Dong had already visited a few days prior, they didn't waste words on small talk about his studies or returning home.
Xiao Xueyi had just finished a flight and was resting for a day before flying to Shanghai the next day.
Xiao Xueyi walked ahead with a graceful sway of her hips, her tall figure in high heels slightly bowed, as if recalling the ambiguous scene from last time. She didn't know how to face Ye Dong, her elegant demeanor exuding an unusual tenderness.
As they approached Xiao Xueyi's room, her waist swayed with an enchanting curve, blending seamlessly with the surroundings. The cabin was exceptionally fresh and elegant, with spotless white stone floors. Potted plants in the room were lush and green, and several clusters of unnamed beautiful flowers swayed gently, occasionally shedding a petal or two, scattering yellow and white across the floor. A clean white cat hid behind the door, watching the tall and short pair pass by with a soft 'meow,' prompting the charming beauty Xiao Xueyi to turn back with a captivating smile. She beckoned to the kitten, leaving Ye Dong stunned and spellbound.
"We're here, Xiao Dong. Thank you for your hard work. Come in for some tea; I have some excellent Yunnan Maojian here!"
The stunning beauty Xiao Xueyi smiled faintly as she walked towards her exclusive VIP luxury room.
"Oh, oh, Aunt Xueyi, well, I..."
Before Ye Dong could finish, the beauty in front let out a cry of surprise. Distracted and wearing high heels on the slippery marble floor, she accidentally slipped and fell heavily onto a nearby chair, her back and hips taking the brunt of the impact.
Terrified, Ye Dong dropped everything and rushed forward, supporting Xiao Xueyi's slender waist as he anxiously asked, "Aunt Xueyi, are you okay? Where does it hurt?"
"Wuwuwu, I, I..."
Xiao Xueyi cried pitifully, her tears like pear blossoms and her sorrow as touching as a blooming crabapple, evoking an involuntary sense of pity. "My back is numb, my waist is numb, and below... I can't feel any pain. Am I, am I... is my back broken? Is it useless now? I still have to go out later to check on work, wuwuwu..."
"No, Aunt Xueyi, no, that's not possible!"
Ye Dong was also startled, not even feeling the pain, which indicated it was not just a minor issue. After offering some comforting words, he decided it was best to go inside first. So, he carried Xiao Xueyi, a stunningly beautiful woman whose height and weight seemed comparable to Yang Lan's. The fragrance was truly intoxicating; Ye Dong felt a stir in his heart as the subtle, yet unforgettable scent of her delicate shyness, like a bashful water lily, wafted into his nostrils.
Looking at the unbearably painful and stunningly beautiful Xiao Xueyi, Ye Dong couldn't help but feel an infinite sense of pity, wishing he could heal her injuries immediately. He had always felt that their Lin family owed Xiao Xueyi too much and had been hoping to do something for her.
"Aunt Xueyi, I know a bit about treating bruises and sprains. May I take a look at your injury now?"
Ye Dong roughly explained his thoughts and intentions to Xiao Xueyi, who was crying as if all beauty in the world was mourning with her.
"Yes, Xiao Dong, I've heard you're quite skilled. Please, take a look for me! Otherwise, I'm afraid I really won't be able to work!" Xiao Xueyi said shyly.
With her doubtful and dazed eyes clearly not yet grasping the situation, he helped her lie down on the bed, face down. Turning around, Ye Dong began to focus all his hidden strength into his palms, starting a serious massage.
Starting from the shoulders, down her jade-like back, the waist, the hips, and then the thighs, completing a small cycle, he then concentrated his hidden strength on the injured areas. Xiao Xueyi's body was exceptionally soft, fragrant, and smooth, almost as if boneless. Even through her clothes, the intoxicating touch left a lingering fragrance on his hands. Especially when massaging her thighs and calves, the sensation of her long, straight, and voluptuous legs in semi-transparent black stockings made Ye Dong's mouth dry and his heart swing like a pendulum, with an uncontrollable reaction below. Fortunately, the beauty was lying face down and couldn't see, or it would have been embarrassing.
"Ah, sin, sin! Auntie was once my cheap father's lover. Such a strong reaction doesn't seem appropriate, does it?"