Chapter 97

In the bedroom.

The atmosphere was becoming increasingly intimate.

Landlady Auntie did not show any obvious refusal, not even a harsh word to scold him. Zhang Ye, of course, did not hold back. He followed the principle of "if there's a benefit, take it, or you're a fool" and started to touch and feel Landlady Auntie in a tentative manner. Zhang Ye, who had never been in a relationship or touched a woman, had never experienced such a grand scene before. He could only feel his way through it. The ambiguous atmosphere made Zhang Ye's heart flutter, feeling as if he was about to melt from the small, soft flesh and the mature, pleasant scent of Landlady Auntie.

At this memorable moment, Zhang Ye wanted to passionately sing a song.

You are my little, little apple

Light up the fire of my life

Forget it, it might ruin the mood, so I won't sing.

Anyway, Zhang Ye was now full of energy and excitement, feeling that life was too perfect.

But when Zhang Ye tried to change his position and his hand was about to reach for Landlady Auntie's tempting, plump buttocks, Rao Chenchen suddenly woke up.

The little one mumbled, "Auntie, I'm hungry."

Landlady Auntie casually responded, "I know."

"Auntie, I'm hungry." The little one kept repeating with her eyes closed, "I'm hungry, I'm hungry."

Suddenly, Rao Aimin woke up, her body tensing up instantly. In a blink, she shook off Zhang Ye's hand that was touching her.

Before Zhang Ye could react, his wrist was grabbed by Rao Aimin.

His vision blurred, and he felt dizzy. Zhang Ye had no idea what happened, only feeling the world spin. The ceiling, chandelier, and wall murals flew past his eyes, and then he was thrown to the floor with a thud, feeling intense pain.

"Ouch!" Zhang Ye cried out in agony.

Rao Aimin looked at him from the bed, "It's you, why are you on the bed?"

Zhang Ye, while crying out, said, "Of course I am, ah, I was telling Chenchen a story yesterday, I was tired, hiss, so I fell asleep."

Rao Aimin glared at him, "Why did you touch me?"

Zhang Ye was stunned, "You didn't know I was here?"

It was only then that he realized, damn, it turned out that Landlady Auntie wasn't tacitly allowing him to take advantage of her. Because she had been sleeping with little Chenchen these days, she mistook him for Chenchen? She thought it was her niece touching her? So she said, "Stop fooling around"? When Chenchen called out that she was hungry, the sound came from the foot of the bed, and Rao Aimin, still groggy, only then realized? Then she threw Zhang Ye off the bed.

Misunderstanding.

What a huge misunderstanding.

Zhang Ye felt like crying, lying on the ground, unable to get up, the pain was too much. He didn't even know what happened, and he was thrown off the bed by Landlady Auntie with one hand. How strong is Ms. Rao, the goddess? A one-armed shoulder throw? That's too powerful. But Zhang Ye was also at fault first, so he could only cry out, "I can't, ouch, I'm going to die, my waist is broken, I can't."

Rao Aimin glanced at him, "Why did you touch me? Alright, stop crying, I made a mistake."

Zhang Ye, feeling embarrassed, cried even louder, "My elbow, ouch, my knee, ouch, my lower back." These words were familiar, and they came out easily.

Rao Aimin wrapped herself in a towel again, got out of bed barefoot, and squatted down to touch his elbow, "Does it hurt here?"

Zhang Ye said, "It doesn't hurt here."

"Here?" Rao Aimin checked his knee.

"Ah, it doesn't hurt here either," Zhang Ye said.

"Here?" Rao Aimin pressed his lower back.

"It doesn't hurt," Zhang Ye said.

Rao Aimin kicked his butt, "Brat, if it doesn't hurt, why are you crying? Get up, it's nothing serious."

Zhang Ye cried out, "I can't get up, I can't move."

Rao Aimin pursed her lips, bent down, and with one arm, as if lifting a bag of rice, threw Zhang Ye back onto the bed. She checked his pulse, and then said, "Nothing serious, just a muscle strain. Lie down, I'll put some medicine on it." She turned to Chenchen, "Get my medicine box, it's in the bottom drawer."

Chenchen responded indifferently and went to get it.

Zhang Ye was still stunned by being thrown back onto the bed, "Landlady Auntie, have you practiced martial arts?"

"None of your business."

"Why are you so strong?"

"It's none of your business."

"…Oh." Zhang Ye didn't ask anymore.

The medicine box arrived, and Rao Aimin took out a bottle of red flower oil, the kind in an old bottle, just like a sesame oil bottle.

"Is this fake?" Zhang Ye complained, "Will it work?"

"Are you always so talkative? Lie still," Rao Aimin scolded, sprinkled the red flower oil on him, and started massaging, "Where does it hurt, tell me."

Chenchen, seeing this, went downstairs, probably to find something to eat.

Rao Aimin massaged him a few times, but the position was not very comfortable, so she got on the bed barefoot, squatted beside Zhang Ye, and massaged his back, which made it easier to apply force.

"Here, it hurts here."

"Got it."

"Here too."

"…Okay, bear with it."

Rao Aimin must have practiced, her technique was excellent, even better than professionals.

Zhang Ye's pain gradually eased, replaced by a growing sense of pleasure. It was so comfortable that Zhang Ye closed his eyes in enjoyment.

"Still hurts?"

"It hurts."

"How come I don't see you in pain?"

"No, it still hurts a lot."

Rao Aimin didn't say anything, continued to massage his back and thighs, and finally massaged his buttocks with a curved motion.

Suddenly, Zhang Ye turned his head and saw a seductive scene. Because Landlady Auntie was squatting on the bed, only wrapped in a towel, the opening of the towel around her thighs was completely unguarded. From his low position, he could see inside the towel clearly. Afraid of being caught, Zhang Ye quickly looked away and only dared to sneak a peek after a while.

Ten minutes later.

Rao Aimin patted his buttocks, "Done, finished."

Zhang Ye sat up and tried, "Still a bit sore?"

"Of course, being thrown by me, Rao Aimin, just a simple muscle strain is a lucky break for you. If I had really gone all out, your little arms and legs would have been broken at the very least." Rao Aimin pushed him off the bed, "Get lost, sleep properly in the future, don't touch things randomly."

"I haven't had breakfast yet," Zhang Ye looked at her.

"Go home and make it yourself," Rao Aimin said.

Well, Zhang Ye had no choice but to hobble downstairs and go back to his own place.

Yes, this chapter ends here. What? You ask why the title is "Landlady Auntie's Loss of Control"? Well, that was a typo. The actual title is "Landlady Auntie's Mistake."

Hey, it's almost the same.

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