Starting Off By Confessing To My Classmate's Mother

"Then… gently feel it out," Rao Shiyun murmured.

Before Li Zhiyan could react, she leaned in, pressing her lips softly against his.

Under the warm amber glow of the streetlamp, beneath the swaying branches of the willow tree, the 18-year-old boy and the 42-year-old woman embraced tightly, caught in the surge of hormones and unspoken desires.

Li Zhiyan's mind blanked as he tasted the unexpected sweetness of Rao Shiyun's kiss. This… this is actually happening!

He could feel the warmth of her chest pressing against him, the faint scent of her perfume surrounding him.

For someone who had never experienced much in the ways of romance, Li Zhiyan was completely out of his depth. He had no idea what constituted a proper kiss or how to make it perfect.

But it didn't matter—because Rao Shiyun clearly did.

Her movements were fluid, experienced, and gentle, guiding him in ways he could barely comprehend. She wasn't just kissing him; she was teaching him, leading him step by step into a world he had only dreamed of.

The cool evening breeze swept through, rustling the leaves above, but to Li Zhiyan, it only heightened the warmth of their connection.

So, this is what it feels like…

His arms instinctively tightened around her waist, pulling her closer. For a fleeting moment, it felt as though the entire world had faded away, leaving only the two of them under the soft glow of the streetlamp.

But then, a sudden gust of wind brought Rao Shiyun back to her senses.

Her eyes widened as realization struck her like a bolt of lightning.

What am I doing?!

She pulled back abruptly, her breathing uneven. Her gaze locked on Li Zhiyan's face, flushed and filled with innocent longing, and her heart skipped a beat—not out of desire, but guilt.

He's just an 18-year-old boy!

Her hands trembled as she covered her lips, still tingling from the kiss. Her mind raced.

How had it come to this?

"Zhiyan," she began, her voice shaky. "This… this isn't right. I—I shouldn't have…"

But before she could finish, Li Zhiyan's hand gently grasped hers.

"Rao Aunty," he said softly, his voice earnest and filled with unspoken emotions. "You didn't do anything wrong. I wanted this. I—"

"Stop." She interrupted him, her tone firmer now, though her eyes betrayed her inner turmoil. "Zhiyan, you don't understand. You're too young, and I… I'm old enough to be your mother."

"That doesn't matter to me," Li Zhiyan said without hesitation, his gaze unwavering. "Age doesn't mean anything. You… you're the one I want to be with."

His words hit her like a sledgehammer, and for a moment, she couldn't find the strength to respond.

Her mind replayed the events of the evening—the way he had stood up for her, protected her, even drunk those countless glasses of wine just to shield her from harm.

How long had it been since anyone had cared for her like that?

But no. This wasn't right.

She forced herself to take a step back, putting distance between them.

"Zhiyan," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're young. You have your whole life ahead of you. You don't understand what you're saying."

"I do," he replied firmly, his eyes filled with conviction. "I know exactly what I want. And that's you, Rao Aunty."

The intensity of his words shook her, but she couldn't let herself give in.

"No," she said, shaking her head. "This… this ends here. You'll understand one day, but for now… we can't. I won't let this happen again."

Without waiting for his response, she turned and walked briskly away, her heart pounding in her chest.

Li Zhiyan watched her retreating figure, a mix of emotions swirling within him.

His lips still tingled from the kiss, and his heart ached with longing.

But he wasn't discouraged.

I won't give up.

He took a deep breath, determination hardening in his eyes. Rao Aunty… you'll see. I'm not just some boy. I'll prove to you that I'm the man who can stand by your side.