Chapter 133: The Peeper

'Auntie's here?'

For a moment, Yang Xun was overjoyed. His heart pounded wildly, and he shot up in bed as if he'd been electrocuted.

However, as the figure drew closer and the moonlight fully illuminated her face, Yang Xun froze for a moment.

It wasn't Aunt Chen, but Mi Ting.

Mi Ting was wearing a black silk slip. The gossamer-thin fabric clung tightly to her curvy figure, outlining every inch of her body to perfection.

The hem was extremely short, barely covering the tops of her thighs and revealing a pair of long, fair legs that seemed to glow in the moonlight.

Her long, jet-black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, with a few stray strands falling across her collarbone, making her fair neck look all the more alluring.

The sight of her chest was even more spectacular. The silk fabric could hardly contain her ample bosom, which trembled slightly with each step she took.