But whenever I think that she is Yang Yaxue's mother, I find the whole thing utterly absurd.
Looking at her face filled with allure and maturity, and then looking further down, the snowy whiteness at her chest peeking out from beneath the neckline, along with that mysterious Holy Land now completely exposed before me, the sight fiercely stimulates me.
Unknowingly, the thing down there has swelled to its limit, trembling continuously.
I know doing this is wrong, that I'm betraying Yang Yaxue, but I'm already unable to resist, unable to control my own emotions.
Yang Yaxue's mother seems to be in the same boat; her breathing gradually grows heavier, and her eyes become increasingly seductive and captivating.
Perhaps it is the particular nature of our relationship that gives her a kind of stimulation and pleasure she's never felt before.
"Xiao Xu, what I'm doing, I'm doing entirely for the sake of Yaxue and you, so don't overthink it."
