Chapter 37: Jiang Wanyi’s Little Hobby (Please subscribe, please vote)

"Hmm?"

Chen Yuan was a little surprised; he hadn't expected Jiang Wanyi to offer such a creamy and rich suggestion.

Seeing Chen Yuan's reaction, Jiang Wanyi couldn't help but laugh. He was all talk, but when it came down to the real thing, he was finished; it was just a cup of milk, and yet it had made him so nervous.

"It would be a waste to pour it out."

The atmosphere had been set; there was no need to speak too plainly, and Chen Yuan understood what she meant. But was this really appropriate?

Jiang Wanyi went to the kitchen, grabbed a bowl, poured it in, and handed it to Chen Yuan. "Drink it while it's warm; it'll be cold soon."

"Uh... this..."

Looking at the milky white liquid in the bowl, Chen Yuan found it hard to take a sip.

"Are you feeling shy?" Jiang Wanyi looked at Chen Yuan with a smile. "You tasted it once before and said it was quite sweet. Drink more this time."

"Isn't this supposed to be a very private matter?"

"If I were in my twenties, I certainly wouldn't give it to you, but now that I'm over thirty, I don't care so much about those things anymore."

Looking at Chen Yuan, a charming smile appeared at the corners of Jiang Wanyi’s mouth. The scene of the beautiful, mature married woman and the innocent college boy was like a world-famous painting.

Inexplicably, the images from the movie they had just watched surfaced in Chen Yuan's mind. They had sat so close, and she had kept warming his hands for him. Some unspoken little secrets, not meant for others to know, had become an indescribable bond of tacit understanding between them. Otherwise, this cup of milk wouldn't have ended up in his hands, and Jiang Wanyi wouldn't have had such an idea.

"You drink it first; I’m going to go back and change."

Jiang Wanyi knew that Chen Yuan was embarrassed by her teasing, so she retreated to the bedroom.

Looking down at the milk in the bowl, the color was very pale, like milk diluted with water. If one looked closely, one could even see a slightly oily sheen. During the massage, he had only tasted a few drops, and he hadn't really been able to distinguish the flavor; now, he could experience it properly.

He would test the flavor first.

He took a gentle sip. The taste was hard to describe; the most intuitive sensation was that it was slightly sweet, and any other notes were negligible. All in all, it actually tasted quite good.

*Gulp, gulp.* Chen Yuan drank the rest. They always said this stuff was nutritious; he wondered if he might experience a second growth spurt after drinking it.

At that moment, Jiang Wanyi came out. She had changed into the yoga pants she had just bought and a loose loungewear top, the hem of which covered her buttocks. Her shapely legs, with just a hint of softness, were breathtaking.

"How does it taste?"

"A bit sweet. No other flavor."

"As long as you don't find it fishy."

Tucking her hair back, Jiang Wanyi took a yoga mat out from under the sofa. "Shall we start now?"

Chen Yuan nodded. "No rush. Come a little closer, put your legs together, and let me see what it looks like."

Jiang Wanyi understood what he meant. She pulled the hem of her T-shirt up slightly, revealing her lower body. Her lower abdomen was slightly rounded, forming a perfect, soft curve, and her buttocks were firm and lifted. It was hard to imagine that a woman who had given birth could still have such a figure.

Jiang Wanyi’s legs were very straight—not the overly thin "chopstick" kind—and they were well-proportioned with a bit of soft fullness. The only thing detracting from their perfection was the gap, about two fingers wide, between her thighs.

"It shouldn't have been like this before, right?"

"No, it used to be very tight..."

As soon as she said it, Jiang Wanyi realized something was wrong; the comment was too easily misinterpreted. She turned to get her phone, deliberately maintaining her composure. He was only eighteen and had no experience in these matters; he certainly wouldn't think in that direction. It was just her overthinking.

She felt a bit speechless with herself. Since giving birth, her mind had truly become a bit lawless, filled with all sorts of chaotic thoughts.

She brought the phone over and opened the photo album.

"Hmm?"

Chen Yuan’s eyes were instantly opened to a new world. There were many photos of her daily life, mostly centered on the child. But two were very different; they were taken while Jiang Wanyi was nursing. Except for the part being suckled, everything else was visible.

The atmosphere was a little awkward, but Jiang Wanyi feigned composure and said nothing. He had already massaged her, so he had seen what there was to see; now that he saw these photos, there was no need to be shocked or overly modest. They both understood tacitly that this was their little secret.

However, Chen Yuan noticed another interesting photo. From the background, it was clearly taken at the Forbidden City.

*Red walls and yellow tiles with green borders, six hundred years of wind, frost, rain, and snow.*

In the photo, Jiang Wanyi