Coming Down the Mountain,I Was Pampered by My Beautiful Aunt

"Hello Miss, could you tell me how to pronounce this word?"

On the train from a small village in the Great Mount Shi to Greenfield City, a young man in a white shirt, holding a magazine, walked up to a woman and humbly asked for guidance.

The woman wore a low-cut camisole. Her highlighted blonde hair was pinned up, and she had light eyeshadow at the corners of her eyes. She looked alluring. Ever since she boarded the train, the entire carriage men and women alike had their attention fixed on her.

Many men were even drooling openly.

Yet strangely, after boarding, the woman kept looking out the window, completely ignoring the stares of the crowd.

The seats beside her, including the one opposite, remained empty. It was unclear whether no one truly needed them, or whether the woman's unique aura made those who should have sat there are too intimidated to approach.

Only this young man, who looked about eighteen or nineteen, came from the seats behind with a magazine and walked up to her.

The young man's name was Ryan. It was his first time leaving the village, a place like a paradise hidden from the world, to go to city to rely on his aunt.

When he spoke, Ryan's gaze was not on the magazine but directed toward the woman's neckline.

Her chest was extremely impressive. Judging from Ryan's well-trained eyes, it was at least an E-cup, possibly larger. Combined with the fact that she was only wearing a low-cut camisole, one could clearly see the two halves of her fair curves exposed.

From Ryan 's top-down angle, he could even glimpse a hint of lace bright red and the strap she wore was nearly just a thin line.

Such a figure alone was enough to mesmerize men, not to mention that she also had a stunningly beautiful face.

Hearing Ryan 's question, the woman, who had been looking out the window the whole time, turned her head and looked up. What she saw was an exceptionally handsome face.

When she noticed him quickly retract the gaze that had been fixed on her chest, the corners of her lips lifted into a playful smile.

"Are you learning English?"

Looking down at the word Ryan was pointing at, the woman asked with a smile.

"I do, I just don't know this word."

Ryan nodded frankly.

"I don't recognize this word either…"

"Ah…" Ryan was stunned.

"But if you turn this book upside down, I'll know. It's pronounced as 'Raw'."

As she spoke, the woman placed her hand on Ryan's and flipped the entire magazine over.

Feeling the woman's soft palm, Ryan's heart trembled.

But when he heard what she said next, he realized he had been holding the magazine upside down. Instantly, he felt extremely embarrassed…

Damn, what a huge embarrassment. His first time trying to strike up a conversation, and he made such a mistake…

At that moment, Ryan wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into. Of course, if the woman would let him crawl into the gap before her chest, Ryan would absolutely bury his head in it without hesitation.

The other passengers in the carriage burst into laughter, making Ryan even more embarrassed. Just as he was about to leave to find a quiet corner to sulk, he discovered the woman was still holding his hand and hadn't let go.

"Sit. I happen to be bored alone keep me company and chat," the woman said with a smile, pointing to the seat in front of her.

"Ah? That wouldn't be good, right? What if someone sits here?"

Being seen through already, Ryan felt very awkward to stay.

"Don't worry, no one will. I bought tickets for all these seats," the woman said with a smile, shaking her head.

Ryan froze. Bought them all?

Damn, is something wrong with her brain? One person buying four tickets? Or does she just have too much money to spend?

If that's the case, would she be willing to keep him?

While Ryan was still letting his imagination run wild, the woman had already pulled him down to sit opposite her.

"What's your name?"

"Ryan Hartwell!" he answered without hesitation.

"Where are you from?"

"From a small village under the Great Mount Shi."

"What are you going to Greenfield City for?"

"To complete my further studies."

Faced with the woman's questions, Ryan answered instinctively. Only after responding to three in a row did he snap back to his senses.

Damn, wasn't he the one who came to strike up a conversation?

How had he not asked a single question yet and already practically revealed all his own details?

No wonder the Old Foggy said women are the most frightening creatures of the world truly not to be underestimated.

"Hehe, were you trying to hit on me just now?"

Just as Ryan was about to raise his guard, the woman asked another question like this.

"Ah…" Ryan froze again. This woman's train of thought was terrifyingly jumpy.

He wanted to say no, but seeing her resting her fragrant cheek on her hand, her soul-stirring eyes blinking at him, he found himself unable to lie. Gritting his teeth, he nodded firmly.

"Yes!"

"What an honest boy…" The woman immediately covered her mouth and laughed.

The two soft curves before her trembled along with her laughter. At such close distance, Ryan 's heart pounded wildly. Damn, this is deadly; that chest is even bigger than Aunt Sarah next door's. If I could have it, dying would be worth it!

"People in the village all say that."

Suppressing the restlessness deep in his heart, Ryan lowered his head shyly…

"Hehe, then honestly tell me: why did you want to hit on me?"

Hearing Ryan 's self-deprecating words and seeing his deliberately meek act, the woman laughed even more happily.

"Because you're beautiful!"

Ryan said without thinking. This sentence was absolutely the most honest one if she were ugly, even if you beat him to death, he wouldn't have come over.

"Hehe, then tell me where am I most beautiful? I want the truth. Don't give me that nonsense about everything being beautiful…"

Hearing Ryan 's honesty made the woman even happier after all no woman will say no to compliment on their beauties.

Ryan paused, then put on a serious, thoughtful expression and carefully looked the woman over again, naturally focusing on her impressive chest. The woman didn't mind his gaze at all; instead, she lifted her proud curves even higher for him to admire.

After quite a while, Ryan lowered his head somewhat bashfully and said softly, "You really want the truth?"

"Of course."

"Then can you lean your ear closer?"

Hearing this, the woman was delighted. Not worried about Ryan taking advantage, she rested her ample chest on the table, crossed her arms, and leaned her head forward.

Seeing her impressive chest laid flat on the table like that, Ryan swallowed again, then leaned close to her ear.

Smelling her alluring fragrance, he whispered something in her ears, "…"

As he spoke, he very "accidentally" brushed his lips against her earlobe…

The woman immediately rolled her eyes at him and said softly, "You little brat are quite naughty…"

"Hehe, don't they say bad men are what women love?"

Ryan gave a roguish grin, showing no intention of pulling his head away, still leaning on the table and whispering with her.

"Then do you want to be a little naughtier?"

The woman actually winked playfully at Ryan .

"Ah?"

This time it was Ryan 's turn to be stunned. Even naughtier? How?

"I mean, do you want to or not?" the woman explained softly, throwing him a flirtatious glance.

"Yes…" Ryan blurted out without thinking, excitement surging in his heart. Damn, is his luck with women exploding today? A random woman he met is this forward?

"You little rascal, dreaming big…" The woman burst into laughter but straightened up instead of continuing to lean on the table.

"Sis, you're teasing me…" Ryan immediately realized he'd been toyed with, and his handsome face fell.

"Hehe, you really want it?" The woman leaned in again.

"What's the use of wanting it? Will you give it to me?" Ryan put on a disbelieving look.

"Give me your hand."

"What for?" Ryan was full of suspicion.

"Are you giving it or not?"

"…Giving."

Facing the woman's threat, Ryan very spinelessly extended his right hand.

The woman smiled, grabbed Ryan 's hand with her left, then extended a finger from her right hand and quickly traced across his palm. Then she leaned close to his ear and whispered:

"If you know what I wrote, I'll give you a kiss, okay?"

"945xxxxx—this is your phone number right? And your name is Evelyn?"

Ryan raised his head and answered without hesitation.

"Oh…"

This time, it was Evelyn's turn to be shocked. Her mouth even formed a big "O," and her soul-stirring eyes widened in disbelief…