In a haze, Chen Bin felt a sudden dryness in his mouth and throat.
Staring at Zhao Xinmei, who had already passed out drunk, for quite a while, he finally realized.
Wearing high heels could very likely dirty the sheets.
Since he had a legitimate reason, Chen Bin no longer felt any psychological pressure.
He squatted down, carefully holding Zhao Xinmei's delicate feet, and gently removed her high heels.
Looking at her rosy, rounded feet in silk stockings, Chen Bin couldn't help but lean his head closer.
A faint scent of leather mixed with the fragrance of osmanthus wafted toward him, leaving him quite puzzled.
However, before Chen Bin could think further, Zhao Xinmei suddenly sat up and grabbed his ear.
Oh shit!
The pain surged, leaving Chen Bin stunned.
He never expected that Zhao Xinmei was pretending to be drunk.
Could it be to catch him red-handed?
He quickly turned his head to look at Zhao Xinmei, whose face was full of drunkenness.
She didn't seem to be faking it.
"You... what are you doing?"
Seeing her staggering appearance, Chen Bin hurriedly explained.
"I'm taking off your shoes. How can you sleep with your shoes on… Ah, it hurts!"
Before Chen Bin could finish, Zhao Xinmei pulled on his ear again, tumbling onto the bed with him.
Pressing against Zhao Xinmei, inhaling the fragrance mixed with the alcohol scent, the wicked fire in Chen Bin's heart flared even stronger.
Zhao Xinmei still had no intention of letting go, looking at him with hazy drunken eyes and muttering to herself.
"Xiao Bin, what should I do with you? You're such a mother's boy! But... there's no way for us."
Her words shocked Chen Bin greatly.
Indeed, people speak their true minds when drunk. If they've had too much, they dare to say anything.
But thinking carefully, it wasn't a big deal.
After all, once she wakes up tomorrow, she'll remember nothing.
So Chen Bin directly answered, "Mom, I'm not a mother's boy, I just like you. You're so beautiful and well-shaped, so even at night when I dream, I think of you."
Slap!
As soon as Chen Bin spoke, Zhao Xinmei let go of his ear and slapped him hard.
She scolded sternly, "But I'm your mom! How can you act like a rogue towards me?"
Her words left Chen Bin feeling very aggrieved.
"I only think privately, when did I ever..."
Slap!
Before he could finish, Zhao Xinmei slapped him again.
Then, they stared at each other for a long time.
Suddenly, Zhao Xinmei hugged Chen Bin's head and sighed deeply.
"You can like anyone, just not me. I feel the same way…"
Chen Bin's head pressed tightly against Zhao Xinmei's chest.
Enjoying the ultimate softness, his nose full of the unique fragrance of a mature woman.
The scent was deep, subtle, very alluring.
Feeling himself gradually swell down below, Chen Bin tried to avoid embarrassment by arching his waist backward.
But his head was tightly hugged by Zhao Xinmei, looking like a human-shaped shrimp, quite funny.
As time slowly passed, Zhao Xinmei's breathing became heavier.
She seemed to have fallen asleep.
Chen Bin felt quite uncomfortable with his head being held.
So he tried to struggle a bit.
Yet Zhao Xinmei held him tightly, even extending a beautiful leg over Chen Bin.
Faced with a scene like a dream, Chen Bin only felt a tingling sensation in his heart, his whole body becoming more feverish.
While he was considering his options, Zhao Xinmei unexpectedly opened her small mouth, exhaling a series of intoxicating fragrance.
Despite Chen Bin constantly reminding himself not to act rashly.
But his mouth uncontrollably pressed onto her red lips.
In that instant, a tingling sensation like an electric shock spread throughout his body.
Frightened, Chen Bin quickly moved his mouth away.
Yet Zhao Xinmei protruded her rosy little tongue, gently licking beside her lips, as if savoring the taste just now.
Seeing this, Chen Bin felt a surge of hot blood rushing to his head.
Unable to resist the temptation in front of him, he kissed Zhao Xinmei's lips hard.
The sweet, soft touch came, and Chen Bin felt himself addicted, uncontrollably and frantically demanding more.
Zhao Xinmei moaned softly through her nose, then, unexpectedly, she actively extended her tongue to greet Chen Bin.
As their tongues entwined, Chen Bin lightly caressed Zhao Xinmei's beautiful black silk leg.
The warm, tender feeling was simply irresistible.
Soon, Chen Bin completely gave in, unbuttoning his pants and releasing the iron-hard dragon below.
Seeing Zhao Xinmei showed no sign of waking, he trembled and pressed the dragon against her silk stocking-clad leg.
When the dragon's head touched the black silk, Chen Bin felt a shiver throughout his body, nearly erupting.
The dragon's head gently rubbed against the black silk leg, producing a soft rustling sound.
Feeling the little tongue still entangled in his mouth, Chen Bin couldn't endure the insatiable sensation any longer.
Suddenly, a sense of curiosity flashed in his mind.
Could his godmother also be a "white tiger" like his aunt?
Driven by curiosity, Chen Bin gently pushed away Zhao Xinmei's arm.
Sitting up, he placed a hand on her skirt.
Taking a deep breath, he resolved in his mind.
I'll just take a look, absolutely won't act rashly!
After another glance at the sleeping Zhao Xinmei, he tremblingly removed the black silk.
Looking at the lace-trimmed black panties, Chen Bin's breathing became increasingly rapid.
Lightly tugging on the sides of the panties, he slowly pulled them down.
Thereupon, Zhao Xinmei's flawless jade lotus gradually exposed to the air.
It appeared perfectly raised, white and tender, resembling an innocent girl.
The surroundings of the jade lotus were clean, without the slightest weed.
Indeed, his godmother wasn't just a "white tiger," but also the legendary "mantou lotus"!
The sight filled Chen Bin with rapid breaths and widened eyes.
While Chen Bin hesitated about the next step, Zhao Xinmei's body suddenly showed an unusual blush.
Then, extending a jade-like finger, she lightly rubbed the jade lotus.
"Darling, it's so itchy, I want it, please."
Gulp!
Swallowing hard, Chen Bin never expected his godmother would mistake him for Wang Jun.
What should he do?
Meanwhile, Zhao Xinmei suddenly sat up, pressing Chen Bin onto the bed.
Straddling him, rubbing the moist, tight jade lotus lightly against his dragon.
Then, before Chen Bin could think further, Zhao Xinmei unexpectedly sat down directly...