Widow sister-in-law: Silly boy, be gentler!

Their bodies gradually pressed together, filling the kitchen with a rich blend of love and fragrance. Their hands roamed over each other’s bodies, exploring each other’s tender skin. Liu Yanling’s fingertips lightly traced across his chest, outlining his solid muscle contours, eliciting a deep moan from Liu Zheng.

Their passion slowly heated up, with the kitchen atmosphere thick with the scent of desire.

In that moment, they wanted to forget the world’s clamor and immerse themselves in each other’s love. Liu Yanling whispered provocative sweet nothings in his ear, while Liu Zheng pressed her hard against the wall and continued to kiss her lips passionately.

Their love’s flame burned in the kitchen, their teasing and intimacy reinforcing their feelings for each other.

On the kitchen’s stove, Liu Zheng and Li Yanling embraced tightly, their bodies pressing closely, as if two flames merged into one. Li Yanling’s fingers gently wandered over Liu Zheng’s back, the soft touch filling his entire body with passion.

"Liu Zheng, do you know? The first time I saw you, my heart couldn’t help but beat faster."

Li Yanling whispered, her voice low and enticing.

Liu Zheng, feeling Li Yanling’s seductive breath, couldn’t help but respond, "Yanling, it’s the same for me. In fact, the first time I saw your smile, I felt the whole world become a beautiful place."

Even if Liu Zheng didn’t think so, he had to say it.

Their eyes met, and love filled the air, as if the entire world only contained the two of them.

Liu Zheng gradually reached under Li Yanling’s clothes, gently caressing her tender skin. They could feel the warmth of each other’s bodies, as if melting together.

"Liu Zheng, don’t you really know? Since yesterday, I’ve had special feelings for you; you’ve become an important part of my life."

Li Yanling’s voice was tinged with an unmistakable longing.

Liu Zheng gently kissed Li Yanling’s lips, their breaths slowly entwining. He kissed her deeply, as if to convey all his passion to Li Yanling.

"Yanling, I’ve always wanted to tell you that you are so special to me. Every time I see your smile, I feel like I’m in heaven."

Liu Zheng’s voice was full of tenderness and love.

Their bodies rolled on the kitchen stove, kissing every inch of each other’s skin. The flames of passion burned between them, constantly rising.

"Liu Zheng, I want you, I want you now."

Li Yanling’s voice had a hint of enticing shyness.

Liu Zheng looked at Li Yanling affectionately and whispered back, "Yanling, I also long for you, but we need more time to keep exploring."

Their breathing became rapid and irregular as their passion gradually subsided, leaving behind a smoldering desire.

"Liu Zheng, you’re right. We need time to deal with these special feelings. But no matter what, I hope we can always keep this understanding and ambiguity,"

Li Yanling said softly.

Liu Zheng tightly held Li Yanling’s hand, and they exchanged a deep look. Although the ambivalent feelings caused them agony, they both understood that this special relationship needed to be handled carefully and not indulged recklessly.

"Yanling, no matter what the future holds, we must persevere, right?"

Liu Zheng said with a resolute tone.

Li Yanling nodded with a smile, knowing that this ambiguous relationship needed time to develop further.

They held each other close, promising each other to let this ambiguous relationship continue.

On the kitchen’s stove, they continued to enjoy each other’s warmth and passion.

The images of passion continued to weave in their hearts, their heartbeats intertwining into a melody, softly playing out in this tiny kitchen.

And they would continue to write this special love story in their own way, a story not understood by the world.

The kitchen was filled with steam and intense aromas as Liu Zheng and Li Yanling held each other tightly, moving together as if wishing to melt into one another.

However, this place was close to the street, and though it was a corner, if they called out loud, they could still be heard.

Li Yanling dared not cry out, nor did Liu Zheng.

At that moment, a neighbor passed by, probably thinking Liu Zheng wasn’t home, so he speculated, "Do you know? Little Liu is quite something. The other day when he treated Zhang Cuihua, her cries could be heard loud and clear."

Liu Zheng realized they were talking about that day he was with Zhang Cuihua.

Zhang Cuihua’s cries were indeed fierce, perhaps thinking that she hadn’t been a real woman for a long time.

"Yang Jing, you’re not young either, ah. Your husband’s been gone for so many years, have you forgotten what that sound is like?"

"Ah, what sound?"

"You know, the sound made during that act. The recently departed Liu Baishun’s daughter-in-law is Zhang Cuihua, didn’t you know?"

"I didn’t know, I’ve just returned. I’ve been working away these past few years, I came back to confirm the number of land quotas," she replied.

"Yang Jing, didn’t you have a man in the city?"

Yang Jing sadly bowed her head, "No, who thinks about that nowadays? It’s been so many years; I’ve long stopped caring about that."

"You’re only 38, it’s hard to believe, you could easily pass for 28."

"Oh, Auntie Li, you’re jesting."

"You should hurry up and find someone to marry. You’ve been a widow for so many years, and with both your in-laws gone, no one would gossip about you."

"It’s fine, Auntie Li, I’m pretty content on my own."

The speaker was Yang Jing, a stunning widow with short hair, radiating a unique charm.

Her delicate and sculpted features, large and bright eyes revealed her intelligence and confidence, her high nose bridge outlined her noble temperament.

Her long eyebrows arched like crescent moons, slightly upturned, as if she always carried a hint of playfulness and pride.

Her figure was graceful and flexible, with a slender waist and beautifully curved shape that inspired envy. Each step she took was light and elegant, her long, straight legs displaying her unique feminine allure.

She dressed fashionably, unlike the rural women.

Actually, Yang Jing had a keen interest in fashion; she had understood how to dress herself from a young age and had a special love for fashion and beauty.

However, Yang Jing’s experience had not been smooth sailing.

In her youth, her husband died in an accident, leaving her a widow.

Facing the great upheaval in her life, Yang Jing did not give in to despair but chose to face it actively. With an independent and strong attitude, she overcame difficulties.

With grief and determination, she left her hometown for the city and began a new life. Opening a hair salon was an opportunity for her, into which she put her whole heart. Through continuous learning and improvement of her skills, she gradually enhanced the reputation of her shop.