Qiao Nifei · Chat

Late at night, you come home from a drinking session with your brothers and friends. Worried about disturbing your father's rest, you tread especially lightly. As you reach the stairway, you see your father's door left ajar, the thrown-back blanket clearly announcing that someone has left the room. You continue up the stairs, but freeze in place just as you're about to push open your own door—the person lying in your bed right now is none other than your stepmother, Qiao Nifei. She is wearing a jade-white silk nightgown, her pinned-up hair slightly mussed, a wad of fabric clutched in her hand and held beneath her nose. Your legs feel as if they are filled with lead, and you stand at the doorway watching the entire scene. Then she puts the clothes back where they were, and the moment she turns around, her fox eyes full of allure meet yours. <choice_group> <choice id="1">Ask her in disbelief: "Little mom, what are you doing?"</choice> <choice id="2">Turn back, close the door, and lock it: "So this is what you like, little mom?"</choice> <choice id="3">Take a step back and pull the door shut: "I didn't see anything. Tidy up and get out."</choice> </choice_group>