Starting Off By Confessing To My Classmate's Mother

Li Zhiyan didn't expect it at all—those two from the neighboring apartment were preparing to fight again. Domestic violence wasn't something he endorsed, but he wasn't about to meddle either. Instead, he simply stood in the hallway, staring at the distant skyline.

This neighborhood hadn't changed much in a decade. No towering skyscrapers, no bustling crowds. It was as though time itself had forgotten this little corner of the world.

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Inside the apartment, Fang Zhiya was meticulously cleaning herself with the freshly boiled water. Every inch of her body was wiped clean, leaving no trace of the day's grime or sweat. She even paused occasionally, sniffing herself to ensure no unpleasant odor lingered, though her natural scent was already pleasant. Her worries were, in truth, unnecessary.

"Xiao Yan's going to massage my waist…" she thought, her cheeks flushing at the thought. The idea of such close physical contact felt a little... improper.

After carefully scrubbing herself, Fang Zhiya even washed her hair. She didn't want Li Zhiyan to catch a whiff of sweat from her scalp. Selecting a modest yet comfortable set of pajamas, she finally emerged from the bathroom, her hair still damp.

"Xiao Yan, you can come in now," she called softly.

Her petite figure, coupled with her delicate features, made her look younger than her years. Despite her modest attire, her natural charm was undeniable. Li Zhiyan couldn't help but marvel at how youthful and beautiful Aunt Fang looked.

"Xiao Yan, you should clean yourself up too," she said, noticing the sweat stains on his shirt.

"It's fine, Aunt Fang. I'll just wipe down quickly here," he replied. After all, the small apartment wasn't exactly equipped for both of them to move about freely at the same time.

Fang Zhiya hesitated but ultimately stayed put, her modesty overriding her initial thought of stepping out. Instead, she turned her back as Li Zhiyan removed his shirt, revealing a lean and youthful physique. Using the towel she had just used, he began to wipe himself down.

Once done, Li Zhiyan approached her. "Aunt Fang, please lie down on the bed. I'll help you with your waist now."

Fang Zhiya nodded shyly, her face flushed as she slowly lay down on her stomach. The vulnerability of the situation left her feeling both awkward and oddly comforted.

"Xiao Yan, be gentle," she murmured.

"Don't worry, Aunt Fang," he reassured her as he gently straddled her legs, positioning himself carefully to avoid discomfort. Even so, the sensation of his weight on her thighs sent a slight shiver up her spine.

He leaned down slightly, his hands resting on her lower back. "I need to lift your shirt a little to access your waist properly," he explained.

"Alright," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

With the utmost care, Li Zhiyan lifted the hem of her pajama top, exposing a smooth expanse of fair skin. Her waist was slender, delicate, and impeccably smooth—a testament to her natural beauty.

"Aunt Fang, your waist is so elegant," he said with genuine admiration. "It's slender and fair. Really beautiful."

The compliment made her blush even more. She wasn't sure how to respond to the praise, especially coming from someone as young as Li Zhiyan. Instead, she focused on the sensation of his hands as he began his massage. His technique was surprisingly skilled—firm yet gentle, applying just the right amount of pressure to relieve tension without causing discomfort.

"Xiao Yan, your massage is incredible," she admitted softly, her voice tinged with a mix of relaxation and embarrassment.

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Just as the atmosphere was beginning to settle into a comfortable rhythm, the sound of shouting and crashing from the neighboring apartment broke the peace. The domestic dispute next door had escalated.

"How could they pick this time to fight?" Fang Zhiya thought, biting her lip. She desperately wanted to tune it out, but the noise was impossible to ignore. Worse yet, it only heightened her self-consciousness about her current position—with Li Zhiyan seated on her legs and his hands working methodically on her lower back.

"Don't worry about them, Aunt Fang," he said, his tone calm and focused. "Just relax."

The reassurance helped her push the distraction aside. As the massage continued, she felt herself melting under his skilled hands.

After about half an hour, Li Zhiyan finally stopped, wiping his hands on a towel. "Aunt Fang, how's your waist feeling now? Any pain left?"

"No… not at all," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. The relief was undeniable, and so was the warmth that had spread through her body during the massage.

"That's great. I should head home now, though, or my mom will start worrying." He stood, putting his shirt back on. "I'll see you tomorrow, Aunt Fang. Don't forget—we'll take care of those divorce papers together."

"Alright," she said softly, watching him leave. Once he was gone, she sat up slowly, her hands instinctively reaching for a towel to clean the faint impressions left on the bamboo mat.

Her thoughts were a whirlwind. "This boy… he's so mature, so capable. And yet he's still just a teenager." Compared to her husband, Li Zhiyan seemed like a paragon of strength and responsibility. The comparison made her heart ache.

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Meanwhile, Li Zhiyan strolled back home, exchanging pleasantries with his mother before heading to bed. As he drifted off, his thoughts turned to the women in his life—each one unique, each one intriguing.

"Who should I pursue first?" he wondered with a faint smile. The thought of Aunt Fang lingered longer than the others. She was kind, vulnerable, and far more accessible than the others. If he could help her rebuild her life while fulfilling his own goals, wouldn't that be the perfect arrangement?

"For now, I'll focus on helping Aunt Fang. Once her divorce is finalized, I'll see where things go from there," he resolved, drifting into a deep and restful sleep.

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