Watching Chen Yifan walk into the bathroom, Qin Yue couldn't help but smirk and mutter to herself, "This kid really judges people by their looks. When I looked plain before, he never cared this much about me. Now that I look younger, his attitude has completely reversed compared to before."
In addition to Chen Yifan's display of concern and nervousness just moments ago, she couldn't help but recall his angry reaction when Zhang Yaru wanted to slap her earlier.
Although she didn't like him getting angry over such matters, she had to admit that as a mother, having her son protect her in dangerous situations did warm her heart.
"However, it seems like today I unintentionally ruined my son's date."
If it weren't for Zhang Yaru mistaking Qin Yue for Chen Yifan's lover, tonight he would have surely gone out on a date with her. If things went as expected, the two would have likely engaged in a physical relationship.
In that case, Chen Yifan wouldn't have ended up masturbating alone at home.
"Sigh, why do I keep thinking about this? I'm his mom after all. It's bad enough having seen my son masturbate; why do I keep replaying that image in my mind?"
Qin Yue shook her head vigorously, then grabbed the pile of clothing bags from the sofa and headed into her room.
Upon returning to the room, she locked the door and promptly removed the clothes borrowed from Liu Jianhong's home. It wasn't that she disdained the fact that these were his sister's clothes; she simply didn't want to think about anything related to him.
She was teased to orgasm by a teenager, with no actual physical contact between them as their bodies were separated by the undergarments from beginning to end. Not only was she stimulated enough to release a lot of naughty juice, but she also indulged in caressing herself passionately afterwards.
Rather than feeling annoyed with Liu Jianhong, Qin Yue was more filled with self-loathing, wondering how she had inexplicably become so lewd.
"No, I can't think about this anymore. Yes, I have to pretend it never happened."
Qin Yue took a deep breath and reiterated to herself in a mutter. At that moment, there was a sound of the door opening and footsteps outside, indicating that Chen Yifan had come out of the bathroom and returned to his room.
After making sure there was no more sound outside, Qin Yue picked up her nightgown and walked out of the room. Despite having already showered once, she had been out earlier and experienced both bullying and sexual harassment.
No matter what, at least she needed to wash away any lingering traces of the naughty juice that hadn't been completely cleaned.
After entering the bathroom, Qin Yue simply turned on the shower for a quick rinse. Unintentionally, she ended up spending over half an hour inside, with nearly twenty minutes just spent looking at herself in the mirror.
It wasn't that Qin Yue was being narcissistic; her rejuvenated body was simply too miraculous.
"Even though I don't know why this happened, the feeling of becoming younger is really nice."
Qin Yue couldn't help but scrutinize every detail of her body. In fact, even when she was young, she had never realized that her face and body could be so beautiful.
Perhaps it is after experiencing the signs of aging and life's hardships that one truly appreciates the beauty of youth. If it weren't for constantly recalling the situation where Liu Jianhong teased her, she might have been able to gaze at the mirror for an hour without getting tired.
Qin Yue walked out of the bathroom after changing into a nightgown that was one size smaller than her usual, which she had just bought.
By this time, it was already quite late. In the not-so-bustling area where Qin Yue lived, hardly any sounds could be heard from outside the house, making the inside unusually quiet.
She was about to return to her room but stopped in her tracks just outside the door and turned her head to glance at Chen Yifan's room.
"The temperature difference between day and night is quite large now. I wonder if Little Fan is well-covered with his blanket."
Qin Yue muttered to herself. She walked over to Chen Yifan's room and gently opened the door.
As she had expected, the blanket on Chen Yifan had slipped down to his abdomen, leaving his head and chest area exposed, with his bare arms sprawled out to the sides..
"Sigh, it's been so long since I've been here. Why does this kid still sleep like this?"
Qin Yue sighed softly as she spoke, walking to the bedside. She lifted the blanket covering Chen Yifan, but just then, he shifted slightly, causing his body to turn a bit. Qin Yue, adjusting the blanket, felt a sudden resistance.
Turning her head, she noticed that the middle of the blanket appeared to be raised as if propped up by a stick.