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Wang Mama lay lazily on the sofa, her legs crossed, her posture relaxed as if she were in her own home. One hand gently played with her slightly curled hair, a vague smile lingering at the corners of her mouth, while the other slowly caressed the inner side of her thigh, her gaze fixed on Lin Zhao Cheng, unblinking.
"Zhao Cheng... why are you just standing there?"
Her voice was deliberately lowered, laced with a sultry tone that rose slightly at the end, as if she were teasing or provoking him.
Lin Zhao Cheng stood frozen in place, his body tense, even his breathing became cautious. It felt as if his entire brain had short-circuited; he had no idea how to handle this absurd situation unfolding before him.
"What the hell... what is going on?!"
He had seen women before, but this was Wang Mama—the middle-aged woman who usually gossiped in the community and had a sharper tongue than anyone else—now she was lounging on his sofa, behaving like a frisky cat?!
"God, what kind of apocalyptic scene is this?"
Lin Zhao Cheng's mind was completely boggled; he even began to doubt whether he was still asleep or if he was dreaming on that massage chair—yet how could a dream be this messed up?
"Oh dear, why so nervous? I’m not someone who bites..."
Wang Mama slowly sat up from the sofa, her movements deliberate and imbued with a sense of enticing allure. Her hand gently brushed against Lin Zhao Cheng's wrist, her fingertips cool and sending a shiver down his spine.
Lin Zhao Cheng's body instinctively stiffened for a moment, but before he could react, Wang Mama had already seized his hand tightly, not allowing him to escape.
"Come on now, this soup has been simmering all morning. I made it just for you to nourish your body. Aren't you hungry? Just have a sip?"
"Wha...?"
Before Lin Zhao Cheng could voice his resistance, Wang Mama had already picked up the bowl of soup filled with misunderstandings. She scooped a spoonful, the spoon trembling slightly and steaming.
"Ah—"
She brought the spoon to Lin Zhao Cheng's lips, calling out sweetly with an excitement in her eyes as if she were relishing this moment.
Lin Zhao Cheng's mind exploded with a loud bang, his hair standing on end, and he felt as if he had been turned to stone, forgetting even how to breathe.
What on earth does this crazy woman want?!
Bang!
Before Lin Zhao Cheng could react, he felt a sudden shove that threw him off balance, and he fell backward, landing heavily on the sofa.
What the hell?!
Lin Zhao Cheng's eyes widened in shock as he stared at Wang Mama, who was grinning down at him with her hands on her hips. Her smile was laced with an ambiguous charm, and her eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and excitement, as if she were the one in control of this game.
"Oh my, I didn't expect you to enjoy playing like this," she teased lightly, licking her lips. Tilting her head slightly, she scrutinized Lin Zhao Cheng as if he were an intriguing prey worth exploring.
"You usually seem so serious; who would have thought you were such a… pervert at heart?"
Her smile widened, and there was even a hint of playful malice in her gaze.
Lin Zhao Cheng felt completely stiff, his heart racing as if he had just been hit by a truck. He was dazed, sinking into the sofa, utterly unable to comprehend the situation.
What the—
He had never imagined that he would be pinned down on the sofa by the neighborhood gossip queen, Wang Mama, and mocked as a pervert?!
What kind of ridiculous plot twist is this?!
"Ah—!!!"
Lin Zhao Cheng screamed with all his heart, but his voice was quickly swallowed, as if the entire world had collapsed, shattered, flipped, and spun in that instant. He felt his consciousness violently hurled into a frenzied vortex, the world transforming into a kaleidoscope of colors, twisting and distorting as if he had fallen into an endless kaleidoscope!
He kept falling—
Falling, falling, and falling again!
Time warped, space became unstable, and his body felt as if it were being torn into pieces, only to be endlessly reassembled, torn apart again, and reassembled once more.
Everything felt like a curse, a punishment, an unbearable torment. His soul continuously crashed and reformed in this mad, hallucinatory world, while the only constant was that echoing voice—
"Zhao Cheng—ohhh—Zhao Cheng—ohhh—"
It was Wang Mama's voice!
Her cries were like a strange rope pulling him back from this infinite descent into illusion, bit by bit returning him to reality.
"Ahhh!!!"
He gasped violently, his heart racing so fast it felt like it would leap out of his chest until his consciousness finally slammed back into his body—
"Bang!"
Everything finally came to an end.
The living room returned to a deathly silence, with only the clock on the wall ticking away.
Lin Zhao Cheng curled up on the sofa, his eyes unfocused, trembling all over, too afraid to move. He felt like a hairless cub that had just survived a natural disaster but had lost all ability to resist in this world.
He tightly hugged his knees, resting his forehead against his arms. His chest rose and fell rapidly, cold sweat soaking through his shirt, and his lips trembled slightly, as if he had just endured an indescribable catastrophe.
Madam Wang, her face flushed with satisfaction, stretched lazily while adjusting her clothes, chuckling as she praised, "Oh my, I didn't expect you to be so strong, Zhao Cheng!"
Her voice sliced through the last remnants of Lin Zhao Cheng's sanity like a knife.
He closed his eyes, his lips quivering, wishing he could completely disappear or at least lose all his senses, so he would never have to remember any of this.
As Madam Wang dressed, she continued to smile while tidying her collar, a strange sense of satisfaction curling at the corners of her mouth. She glanced at Lin Zhao Cheng, who was curled up on the sofa with a face ashen as death, her eyes glinting with an unspeakable mockery.
"Today’s events will remain our little secret," she said.
Her tone was ambiguous, deliberately elongating the last syllable as if this were some sweet secret that could not be spoken of rather than an unspeakable disaster.
Lin Zhao Cheng's body stiffened as if his very soul had been extracted. He stared blankly at the floor, seemingly unable to hear her words.
Madam Wang chuckled softly twice and continued adjusting her collar before leaning closer to Lin Zhao Cheng and whispering in that familiar, gossip-laden tone:
"I'll be coming to see you again... you little pervert."
Lin Zhao Cheng trembled all over; cold sweat beaded on his forehead as he curled up tighter, as if trying to burrow into the cracks of the sofa and completely vanish from this world.
Seeing this, Madam Wang's smile grew more playful. Then, her hand shot out suddenly—
"Smack!"
She grabbed Lin Zhao Cheng's crotch fiercely, her fingertips pinching hard, filled with a mischievous provocation and teasing, a wild and satisfied smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
"Oh come on, don't be shy. Auntie is quite pleased," she said.
With that, she burst into laughter, turning away with a satisfied heart and a light step as she walked toward the door, as if this absurd incident was merely a delightful little interlude that brightened her mood.
"Remember to think of me!"
She smiled as she opened the door, giving a gentle wave before leisurely leaving Lin Zhao Cheng's home, her steps light as if she were walking in the spring breeze.
"Bang—"
The moment the door slammed shut, Lin Zhao Cheng finally broke down.
He felt as if he had lost all his strength, collapsing onto the sofa, trembling all over. Cold sweat soaked through his shirt, and his lips turned pale like a corpse.
He stared blankly at the ceiling, his eyes vacant, resembling a character from The Walking Dead. His mind was a blank slate, as if everything that had just happened was nothing more than a nightmare that completely upended his life.
But this was not a dream.
This was real.
And Wang Mama said she would come back...
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