Of course, although I still have no idea, I let go of her feet immediately. I don't want to look down on myself in my heart.
I had just put down my aunt's feet to leave when I suddenly heard what she was saying.
I thought my aunt felt it and stood up in a hurry, only to find that she did not wake up, still closed her eyes, but muttered something in her mouth.
I hurried over and asked, "Aunt, what did you say?"
The aunt's mouth was still vague, but her eyebrows frowned, and she looked very sad.
"What happened to your aunt?" I asked quickly.
"Help... Help me up..."
I finally heard her vague words, and hurried to hold her up.
It looks like she wants to go to the bathroom.
What I didn't think of was that just as I was lifting her up, she suddenly had a burst of nausea, which seemed to be trying to restrain her, but without restraint, wow, she vomited all over me! uuuuuuuuu
Suddenly the room smelled of alcohol and strong vomit.
I... Looking at her helplessly, I did not expect that after she vomited, she fell asleep again.
I hate this kind of vomit most on weekdays. When I smell this kind of vomit, I can't feel it. I immediately feel a rush in my stomach. Then I rush into the bathroom and vomit a lot. Then I stop.
I took off my dirty clothes in a hurry, threw them into the washing machine, took a shower, and changed into a pajamas, which made me feel much better.
Think about it, what about aunt? At this moment, she's still lying in that pool of filth. She can't sleep like that until dawn.
So I found cotton and stuffed my nose, so I went back to the crime scene.
Not only did my aunt vomit on me, but she vomited herself all over the bed. It was everywhere.
It seems that she can't sleep here tonight. I decided to take her to my bedroom and sleep on the sofa myself.
There's an important problem that hasn't been solved before the embrace, that is, what about her clothes?
The clothes she vomited were all over her body. She held them and dirty the sheets on my side. She could not sleep well because of her company with these things.
Then a bold idea came into my mind to change my aunt's clothes!
As soon as the idea came out, a fierce ideological struggle began in my brain.
It seems that there are two small people fighting in their heads. One says that how can a beautiful woman like my aunt sleep with these dirty things? No matter what the purpose, she must be changed. The other said, "OK, OK."
After a fierce ideological struggle, I decided to change my aunt's clothes.
I found my own pajamas and put them aside before I started undressing her.
Because I'm worried that if she woke up suddenly when I was halfway off, she would definitely treat me as a hooligan who was going to do something to her. With my pajamas next to me, I would be more straightforward.
I soon took off her dirty, wrinkled evening dress, and took off her stockings inch by inch. Her full and attractive jade body appeared in front of me again, counting the time when I was a kid. It was the third time I saw her body, but it still sparkled, which made me so fascinated.
I can hardly find any words to describe her beautiful body, nor any defect in her body. It's so perfect that I don't feel dazed...
...
The next morning, I was sleeping on the sofa, confused, suddenly woken up by a terrible cry!
I soon found out that the call came from my bedroom and it was my aunt who made it.
What happened?
I jumped up from the sofa in a hurry and ran into the bedroom like an arrow, just in time to bump into my aunt who rushed out!
My aunt stared at me in surprise, but she stuttered because she was in a hurry.
"You... You... Who are you? Why am I here?
She didn't recognize me, either. I was too young at that time. Ten years later, from a hairy child to a young man, her appearance has changed a lot, and she can't recognize me.
"You don't know me, Aunt?" I said, "I am Qin Zheng."
My aunt was stunned and did not seem to recall it, which disappointed me.
In the past ten years, she has occupied most of my life, but in her life, I am just a dragonfly, not even a trace.
"Ziyang District, 302, do you remember me?" I put in the door number in an attempt to evoke her memories.
Obviously, it's still useful. I saw her brain running fast in her eyes, and finally overlapped me with the little boy with the bowl.
"It's you!" "You're all so old?" she said in surprise.
I smiled and nodded. Fortunately, she didn't seem to mention that.
Unfortunately, it's too early for me to conclude, because soon, my aunt said, "You kid peeked at me!"
I became extremely embarrassed, as if I had suddenly traveled through time and space and returned to that embarrassing situation.