Reborn: Instead of Chasing the School Beauty, I Chased Her Mother

"Auntie, it's true that I don't recall past events as easily as I used to."

"People really shouldn't wallow in past sorrows."

Li Zhiyan nodded.

"Aunt Han, if you can think like this, then that's good. But from now on, I will visit you more often to chat and keep you company."

"Otherwise, I'm afraid you might revert to your previous state before long."

Li Zhiyan's voice was filled with deep concern.

"Alright, come over to talk when you're free."

"By the way, Aunt Han, I still need to continue massaging you."

"Otherwise, the recovery might not go well, and there could be some hidden injuries on your ankle."

Li Zhiyan was very serious, embodying the compassionate heart of a doctor.

His desire to massage Aunt Han's legs was certainly not because he wanted to touch her legs or anything.

It was purely to treat the injury.

"Okay."

"Do I need to take off my stockings?"

Han Xueying had absolute faith in Li Zhiyan's massage skills as she had indeed been healed by him before.

Back then, she had thought that such a serious injury would leave her unable to work for several days.

But after Li Zhiyan's massage, she quickly recovered completely.

"Aunt Han, for my massage to have the best effect, it has to be done directly on the skin."

Han Xueying's delicate hand gently rested on the edge of her stockings.

Then she slowly peeled them off.

A pair of snow-white beautiful legs appeared in Li Zhiyan's view.

"Go ahead and massage."

Li Zhiyan picked up Han Xueying's jade foot and gently placed her calf on his own leg.

This proximity, the scent of Aunt Han, made Li Zhiyan feel the urge to close his eyes and savor it.

Activating his massage skills, Li Zhiyan meticulously massaged Han Xueying's injured ankle.

"Mmm..."

Han Xueying let out a very comfortable sound, her voice reverting to that coquettish tone at such times.

What would it feel like to hear Aunt Han call me "my husband"?

Li Zhiyan's mind was filled with such imaginings.

After a while, his hand moved to Han Xueying's thigh.

"Xiao Yan, are you also going to massage my thigh today?"

"Yes, Aunt Han, I need to come over frequently to massage you these days."

"We mustn't let any hidden issues remain."

Even though she knew it was a purely therapeutic traditional massage, Han Xueying's pretty face blushed.

Having been widowed for so long, she was a normal woman after all.

How could she not have some thoughts in her heart?

Li Zhiyan had a scent that was all masculine hormones.

It gave Han Xueying an impulse to hold onto him.

Ten minutes later, Han Xueying finally got Li Zhiyan's hand off her thigh.

"Xiao Yan, time's up, you should go to class."

"Okay, Aunt Han, I'll come over to help you with the massage when I'm free."

Li Zhiyan knew that if he needed to take a leave in the future, he would have to give the counselor a very comfortable massage.

Only then would she help him.

After Li Zhiyan left and closed the door, the entire office was left with Han Xueying alone.

Her face was completely flushed; Li Zhiyan's hands were indeed magical. While he massaged her, her heart was always filled with thoughts of taking him to her bedroom.

Although she was already 39 years old, with a full 21-year age gap between them, enough to be his mother,

they were still a man and a woman. Was it really proper to let him touch her thighs like that all the time?

If he were willing, and she was too, he could perhaps add a second child to her family.

But then thinking that this was all part of traditional medical treatment...

Eventually, Han Xueying's heart eased.

Looking at the flesh-colored stockings on the desk, Han Xueying gently slipped them back onto her jade feet.

Then, she gradually pulled the edge of the stockings up to the top of her thighs, putting them on properly.

A long time passed before she once again took out the storybook to continue reading.

...

In fact, Li Zhiyan had seen Han Xueying hiding the book.

Walking down the street, Li Zhiyan felt a secret thrill inside him; this move might be cliché,

but it had never failed: the technique didn't need to be unique, as long as it was effective.

When he first opened up Aunt Fang's heart, the storybook played a significant role as well.

Thinking of how Aunt Fang now was willing to get pregnant for him and was even actively trying,

Li Zhiyan felt a kind of itchy anticipation for the evening to come.

As usual, when he arrived at the class, most of the girls' gazes were concentrated on him.

Su Mengyue glanced at Li Zhiyan and then shyly lowered her head, her mind full of how she was going to confess to him later.

Since the first time Li Zhiyan introduced himself on stage,

the class beauty, Su Mengyue, had been deeply attracted to him. She had never seen that kind of confident aura in any of her contemporaries.

And later on, Li Zhiyan showed off many talents; he was good at fighting,

owned his own bubble tea shop, and even had a booming business!

Many of the female classmates fancied Li Zhiyan; he was now truly a male idol.

Although she was the prettiest girl in the class, and perhaps the entire department, she knew that without taking initiative,

she might really miss her chance. So, Su Mengyue was determined to confess to Li Zhiyan.

If he accepted her, she would be willing to accompany him on a trip during the National Holiday.