I followed Aunt Mei into her bedroom, feeling extremely excited.

This should be the second time, I shared the same bed with Aunt Mei.

I was proud of my wit just now. Although it was a little different from the original plan, it turned out much better than the original plan.

If I just follow the previous plan, at most I would just hug Aunt Mei, but now it is completely different. If I sleep next to Aunt Mei, wouldn’t it be even more likely to sleep next to Aunt Mei?

You also know that Aunt Mei is at her age and is a tiger and wolf age, and I am so young that I haven’t touched a woman for a long time. When I am together, I’ll be like dry firewood and fiery fire.

Just a little flame can immediately ignite the raging fire.

Of course, I have to find a way to get this flame first.

When Aunt Mei saw me standing there, she said, "Are you not going to sleep? Why are you doing there?"

I was stunned and said, "Oh, I was so scared that I was stunned."

"So you are really so timid?" Aunt Mei couldn't help laughing.

"Yes, Aunt Mei, I've always been very timid." I said, "When I was a child, I was afraid of seeing others cut their toenails."

Aunt Mei shook her head helplessly and said, "That time ago, you tried to keep me and said you were timid and didn't dare to pee when watching horror movies. I thought you were exaggerating, but it turned out to be true."

I hurried to Aunt Mei's bed, covered her with a quilt, and said, "Of course it's true, so why don't you be brave enough to watch horror movies?"

"Don't look at this courage." Aunt Mei smiled.

We talked for a while, and then suddenly, we fell silent. We were on the bed, and the atmosphere seemed to have suddenly become ambiguous.

I don’t know if Aunt Mei feels that way. After all, I rarely lie on the same bed with other women when I grow up. The ambiguity is simply indescribable.

Obviously, Aunt Mei immediately noticed this feeling, coughed, and said, "Are you much better now?"

I was stunned. Before I could speak, Aunt Mei said, "If it's better, go back to sleep."

"No!" I said hurriedly, "You didn't see that my hands were still shaking now, look."

I showed Aunt Mei's hand trembling like a sieve.

Aunt Mei smiled helplessly, "You are a little too exaggerated, you are almost catching up with Parkinson's patient."

"Not exaggerating at all, you see, it's true." I hurriedly proved that I was not acting.

"Okay, hurry up and go to bed, you'll get up early tomorrow." Aunt Mei said.

After saying that, she turned around and went to sleep.

Of course I can't let her sleep just like that.

"Aunt Mei, are you asleep?" I asked.

"Just turning over, it's not so easy to fall asleep." Aunt Mei said.

"What should I do if I'm still a little scared?" I said as if I was very scared.

Aunt Mei turned around and said, "Didn't you say that you are not afraid of someone sleeping next to you?"

"I'm still a little scared," I said. "When I was scared when I was a kid, my mother would hold me and sleep and tell me stories. She won't be scared for a while."

"Really?" asked Aunt Mei.

"Yes." I said, "Or... try it, otherwise I can't sleep at all."

"Okay." Aunt Mei said.

I was simply ecstatic. I thought she would think it was too fake and didn't believe it at all. It seemed that there was a chance!

"Okay, then I'll tell you a story." She said.

I……

"Aunt Mei, actually, I think I'm not afraid of the reason why my mother did that. Maybe the focus is not on telling stories. If you think about it, I can really feel that someone is next to me, so I'm not so scared."

"I've known for a long time that your kid is here. Don't be fooled, that's not possible." Aunt Mei refused firmly, "Okay, go to bed quickly, I'll have something to do tomorrow."

"No, no," I hurriedly compromised, "then tell stories, I think listening to stories may also be useful."

"But I can't tell any stories." Aunt Mei said, "The stories I know are all about coaxing children. What are Snow White and the little match girl? Can you listen to these?"

"Then tell me your own story." I said, "For example, the story between you and that Lin Mubai."

Aunt Mei was stunned and said, "What are you doing? I don't want to say that. I have forgotten all of them. Do you still ask me to mention it?"

"No, no, no," I said, "actually, there is no need to tell any story. Just tell me why you fell in love with him?"

Actually, I just wanted to know what Lin Mubai attracted her at the beginning, and then study what kind of traits Aunt Mei likes for men, so that I can move closer to that direction.

Aunt Mei was stunned for a moment and said, "Why do you like it? This... is hard to explain clearly. Sometimes, I can't carry it very clearly if I like this thing."

"There will always be a moment that makes you excited about him, right?" I said.

Aunt Mei recalled and said, "If you want to say that, really, I forgot how many times we met. He asked me to go to the movies. I went to his classroom to wait for him. As soon as I entered, I saw that there was no one in the classroom. He was painting against the drawing board alone. He was wearing a white shirt and his hair was particularly black. The setting sun shone in from the window, making him look golden. At that time, I thought this boy was so handsome! I just wanted to go up and hug him..."

As he said that, Aunt Mei seemed to be in a nostalgic for the past. Although the lights were not turned on, I seemed to see her melancholy lingering gaze, as if she had just returned to that scene.

I feel like I'm already jealous, which is a bit of a loss.

"Stop, stop, stop." I interrupted quickly.

"What's wrong?" Aunt Mei asked.

"I think it's a bit boring to say this." I said.

Aunt Mei smiled bitterly and said lightly, "Yes, it's really a bit boring. I can still remember these things."

"Let's tell a story." I said.

"I said, I can't tell stories."

"Then I'll tell you."

"I'm not afraid, what story do you tell me?"

"It doesn't matter who tells me. I just want someone to talk to me, and I won't be afraid after a while." I said.

"Then you tell me." Aunt Mei said.

"I'm going to tell you a story about Snow White." I said.

Aunt Mei smiled helplessly, "Who hasn't heard of this before? Besides, Isn't it funny to listen to such stories at my age?"

"You must have never heard of the special edition." I said.

"There is a special edition here? OK, then you can talk about it."

I started talking, "Snow White and Pinocchio live together, and they are the one who tells lies and their noses grow longer. One day, Snow White pressed Pinocchio into her skirt and said to Pinocchio, telling the truth, telling the truth, telling the lies... I said this a thousand times before I let him go."
Chapter completed!