The happiness of girls is actually very simple, just wearing pajamas and watching shows together.
Lying on the sofa, Su Ming yawns idly.
As evening approaches, An Mo finally returns from work.
"Godmother, have you eaten? Should I heat up some food for you?"
Seeing An Mo return, Su Ming immediately springs up from the sofa.
"I've eaten, as for you..."
Before An Mo finishes speaking, her stomach embarrassingly starts to rumble.
"Why not eat a bit anyway."
Speaking, Su Ming simply heats up the leftover dinner.
Even though it's just simple homemade food, under Su Ming's cooking, it seems incredibly delicious.
"I've already arranged everything with Wanhong Group, you don't have to worry about that."
While eating, An Mo suddenly brings up this topic.
"I'm obviously not worried, when Godmother acts, you know it's handled."
Su Ming's words bring a long-lost smile to An Mo's face.
"However, the situation with the Fan Family isn't great, I always feel like there's some conspiracy."
Hearing An Mo's words, Su Ming pauses in surprise.
She looks up, meeting An Mo's sharp gaze.
"Godmother, you don't want me to investigate this, do you?"
"You're very smart."
An Mo smiles, "Clearly, you're the most suitable for this, because I don't know how many of their spies are around me. Alerting them would only be counterproductive."
An Mo then presents a document.
"This details the area for the Fan Group's relocation, you can visit these places."
When seeing this document, Su Ming suddenly feels something is amiss.
"Godmother, did you think of this from the start?"
Meeting An Mo's sly gaze again, Su Ming realizes she was ensnared from the beginning.
An Mo's care for Wanhong Group was simply to get her to do this task.
After dinner, watching the graceful An Mo on the sofa, Su Ming laughs dryly.
"Godmother, after wearing high heels all day, how about I rub your feet?"
Upon hearing this, An Mo's face instantly blushes, recalling the last time Su Ming massaged her.
"Godmother, if high heels are worn for too long, it can cause feet to become deformed."
For some reason, An Mo doesn't refuse, following Su Ming to his room instead.
Seeing the tidy layout of the room, An Mo nods approvingly.
She then lies on Su Ming's bed, and Su Ming thoughtfully places a pillow under her feet.
An Mo's skin is fair, her little feet particularly tender.
When holding them, Su Ming instinctively fondles them slightly.
Feeling the sensation from her feet, An Mo gently bites her lip, trying to appear more natural.
"Godmother, it seems you've been really busy lately. Without anyone around, you should take your shoes off sometimes. Otherwise, over time, your feet will have issues."
As he speaks, Su Ming begins pressing on a particular area.
An Mo slightly opens her mouth, feeling both pain and comfort.
She didn't expect Su Ming to possess such skills.
Su Ming's fingers skillfully manipulate An Mo's toes, filling her expression with comfort.
Every press stimulates An Mo's body intensely.
Over the years, this is the first time any man has played with her feet, especially in this manner.
For a moment, An Mo feels like she's returned to earlier scenes, her face involuntarily turning red.
Seeing An Mo's little feet, Su Ming even feels tempted to take a bite.
Gently kneading, he relaxes An Mo's body.
It's unclear how much time passes, but Su Ming finally puts down An Mo's foot.
"By the way, Godmother, how's your abdomen feeling lately?"
"It still hurts a bit, maybe I need your help."
Those last two words go unsaid by An Mo, but her face is already extremely shy.
Upon hearing this, Su Ming simply smiles and takes off her pants.
Two long legs are exposed before Su Ming, smooth and fair.
It's hard to imagine how these legs would look in black stockings; definitely a killer for homebodies.
Noticing Su Ming staring at her long legs, An Mo slightly spreads them.
"Godmother, this also needs to be removed."
"Can you help me take it off?"
After saying this, An Mo regrets it.
What am I saying? Asking for help taking it off sounds too wanton, right?
But Su Ming doesn't seem to notice, reaching out to remove her panties.
Watching herself fully exposed before Su Ming, An Mo's face turns red like an apple.
"Su Ming, my chest still aches a bit too, could you help massage it?"
With these words, An Mo's face turns even redder, wanting to slap herself.
"An Mo, what are you saying? How did you become this kind of woman?"
"Can't you control yourself seeing a man? Remember, Su Ming is your godson-in-law."
"But I really can't help it, what's happening to me?"
While An Mo ponders, Su Ming has already undone the buttons on her chest.
Looking at Su Ming's face, An Mo instinctively reaches out to stroke it gently.
Su Ming doesn't resist, but slowly removes An Mo's clothing entirely.
When her bra is removed, two round masses bounce out like large meatballs.
Seeing these two soft masses, Su Ming is momentarily stunned.
Among the women he's seen, none surpass An Mo in softness.
Estimating roughly, Su Ming thinks they must be G-cup.
Moreover, these masses are incredibly firm, bouncy, and perky.
There's no sign of sagging at all.
The pink nipples on top are vivid, full of color.
Su Ming reaches out, gently kneading the soft masses.
"So soft, so fragrant."
Being gazed at by a man with her naked body, An Mo hides her face under the blanket.
Yet her curiosity can't help but peek at Su Ming.
All she sees is Su Ming kneading, the technique truly comfortable, bringing a happy expression to An Mo's face.
"Godmother, is it uncomfortable here?"
Su Ming asks softly.
"Try everywhere, I don't even know."
At this moment, An Mo seems emboldened by a reckless urge.
Throughout the massage, she continuously lets out moans.
With those moans, the large thing under Su Ming starts to rise.
Facing a perfect, flawless body, Su Ming can't resist any longer; he lowers his head, bites onto the small nipple, and begins to savor it.
