An American knife seller? No, please acknowledge me as your godfather.

"Gurgle...gurgle..."

"Crunch! Crunch!"

Mrs. Hill's house, at the dimly lit stairwell.

This old house has probably reached the point where it needs a complete renovation.

The originally sturdy wooden stair railings and steps would make a slightly rattling sound when applied with even a little force.

But if someone happens to be passing by at that moment and holds their breath to listen carefully, they will be surprised to find that...

The sounds emanating from this wooden staircase were remarkably rhythmic!

Sometimes light, sometimes heavy.

Sometimes deep, sometimes shallow.

The sound was mixed with a kind of blush-inducing smacking noise.

Lynn was sitting confidently on the middle step of the stairs.

He leaned back in complete relaxation, his legs spread wide apart.

Two steps below her, Katie was kneeling.

At this moment, Katie's cheeks were flushed with a charming blush, and her eyes were somewhat unfocused.

His focused expression was just like that of a singer whose emotions flow naturally when they are deeply moved.

As for why it sounds like singing?

Katie's actions at that moment were exactly like those of rock singers who were hitting high notes and frantically pulling the microphone.

The microphone moved near and far from his mouth, its force incredibly powerful.

However... a closer look would reveal a shocking discovery.

This microphone has two microphones, and Katie seems to be holding it upside down!

"Tsk."

Lynn exhaled a thick smoke ring with satisfaction, the smoke swirling in the dim light.

Looking down at Katie, who was working on her back, a hint of amusement in his eyes:

"No wonder you went to such lengths to choose this stairwell..."

Lynn casually rested the cigarette between her fingers on her knee, a slight upward curve to her lips:

"You must have seen something you shouldn't have, right? Tell me, did you do this intentionally or was it premeditated?"

At this moment, Lynn understood perfectly.

The place where they are now is exactly where Mrs. Hill was eating so voraciously earlier!

He would never believe that Katie just randomly chose this place on a whim.

Clearly, Katie had seen everything Mrs. Hill did on the stairs that night!

Faced with Lynn's probing questions that went straight to the heart, Katie remained silent, only continuing to talk on the microphone.

Lynn didn't mind at all.

Letting the strange sensation wash over his nerves, he lowered his head slightly and whispered in Katie's ear:

"Although you tried very hard, I have to say... Little Katie, your skills in this area are still a little bit lacking compared to Mrs. Hill."

Lynn's voice wasn't loud; it was low and hoarse.

But to Katie, those words sounded like the whisper of a demon.

It felt like a heavy hammer had struck my heart, and I was immediately jolted!

The previously fluid movements froze instantly, as if the person had been frozen in place by a spell.

Visibly, a blush of extreme shame and indignation spread rapidly upwards along her slender neck, until it covered her entire cheeks and the base of her ears!

This soul-crushing humiliation instantly overwhelmed her reason.

His eye twitched twice more, then a ruthless glint flashed in his azure eyes.

His cheeks puffed out instantly, and he gritted his teeth!

"Hiss... Holy crap!"

Lynn, who had been as calm as a rock a second ago, suddenly changed his expression and couldn't help but gasp.

The veins on his forehead throbbed, and his hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly: "Get your teeth in right now!"

"Buzz—"

In the midst of this suffocating silence, a faint hum of an electric motor suddenly came from outside the window, growing louder as it approached.

Upon hearing the sound, Lynn and Katie, who was engrossed in her work, reacted almost simultaneously.

Both of them turned their gazes past the curtains and out the window.

If nothing unexpected happens.

That sound is definitely from Mrs. Hill's old Tesla!

Instantly, Katie's body visibly stiffened, and her movements were completely distorted by the sudden shock.

He appeared unusually tense, with the hairs on the back of his head standing on end.

A flicker of panic flashed in her azure eyes, and she braced herself against Lynn's thighs, trying to get up.

"What's the rush?"

Just as Katie was about to stand up, Lynn's undeniable voice slowly rang out:

"It's not too late to speed things up, Little Katie. You don't want to be outdone by Mrs. Hill, do you?"

Mrs. Hill's return at this delicate juncture did not startle him.

Instead, a completely different kind of excitement rose in my heart.

Upon hearing Lynn's provocative words, Katie froze in mid-air.

Her pretty face, damp with a little sweat, shifted between light and dark.

Shame, tension, resentment, and a hint of a newly awakened competitive spirit intertwined.

A few seconds later, Katie gritted her teeth, as if she had made some crazy decision, and a resolute glint flashed in her eyes.

He bent down again and started frantically pulling the microphone out of control!

Her dedication completely shattered her "good girl" image of more than a decade!

Feeling the astonishing pressure emanating from beneath him, Lynn's lips curled into a satisfied smile.

He slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and casually picked up a cigarette between his fingers, taking a deep drag.

As the strong smell of tobacco filled his lungs, Lynn opened his eyes again.

My gaze lingered on the parking space outside the window, filtering through the swirling smoke.

Sure enough, the old red Tesla came into view.

Mrs. Hill's driving skills were as poor as ever; she had to reverse twice before she could barely squeeze the car into the marked area.

Then, the car door opened, and Mrs. Hill, wearing a tight-fitting pencil skirt and high heels, stepped out of the car.

She swayed her exaggerated waist to the back of the car, opened the trunk, and laboriously lifted up the large and small bags of supermarket supplies.

Just as Mrs. Hill finished packing the supplies and was walking towards her door...

"call……"

Lynn tilted his head back, his fingers holding the cigarette trembled slightly, and he exhaled a long, thick smoke ring with great comfort.

His angular face was filled with an ultimate sense of blissful emptiness, as if his thoughts were drifting away into a trance.

At the same time, Katie sprang up from the ground like a startled rabbit.

He tiptoed and scrambled towards the nearby restroom.

"Click".

Just as Katie had slipped into the bathroom, the front door of the room was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Mrs. Hill entered with a shopping bag in hand and a beaming smile, her voice sickeningly sweet:

"Honey, I'm home! Guess what I bought today?"

……

"Are you calling me or Katie?"

At the top of the stairs, Lynn, who had just finished adjusting his zipper, smiled at Mrs. Hill, who had just pushed open the door and entered.

Today, Mrs. Hill was wearing a tight black turtleneck sweater paired with slightly faded skinny jeans.

This outfit perfectly accentuated her mature, curvaceous figure, with an exaggerated waist-to-hip ratio that almost burst the jeans.

The only drawback is that it's wrapped up quite tightly because it's for going out.

As a result, her proud pear-shaped chest was not fully highlighted, but rather flattened out a bit.

"Lin? Why are you back so early today!"

Mrs. Hill was taken aback when she saw Lynn standing at the top of the stairs.

Immediately, an undisguised joy appeared on her still charming face.

He threw the two large bags of supplies he was carrying on the ground, and then came over, swaying his hips and shaking his buttocks in an exaggerated manner.

"Yeah, I wasn't busy today, so I came back early."

Lynn didn't continue the topic, but instead glanced at the two enormous shopping bags and raised an eyebrow:

"What delicious food did you buy this time? Looks like I'm in for a treat tonight?"

"A treat?" Mrs. Hill stepped forward, her entire body almost touching Lynn's, her eyes alluring and her breath hot.

"Not just today? If you want, you can enjoy delicious food every day."

As she spoke, her restless hand reached down, seemingly about to skillfully execute a move called "Monkey Stealing Peaches."

But Lynn reacted quickly and quietly took a half step back, managing to dodge the sneak attack.

Are you kidding me!

Yun Chang had just been drained dry by the little vixen at the stairwell, and now his anger had completely dissipated.

They simply cannot withstand such inhumane torture.

Under Mrs. Hill's incredulous and somewhat resentful gaze, Lynn coughed twice and pointed to the closed bathroom door.

"Mrs. Hill, please control yourself."

Following Lynn's gaze, Mrs. Hill instantly understood what was going on.

Her previously cheerful expression immediately returned to normal, and she glared at Lynn fiercely.

Then, she leaned closer and whispered mysteriously, "I bought seafood at the supermarket today! Guess what it is?"

"Seafood?" Lynn's gaze naturally fell on the curve of Mrs. Hill's sphincter, and he stroked his chin teasingly:

"Could it be abalone from Chiba Prefecture, Japan?"

"Pah!" Feeling Lynn's extremely aggressive gaze, Mrs. Hill rolled her eyes with a charming air:

"What? Oysters! The supermarket clerk told me that men around Dongda University like to eat oysters to nourish their kidneys, so I bought some specifically to give you a good boost..."

As she finished speaking, her voice grew softer and softer, almost a whisper, and a blush rose to her cheeks.

Upon hearing this, Lynn glared at him, clearly displeased, as if he had been greatly insulted.

Do I look like someone who needs that kind of thing?

"Well..." Seeing Lynn's expression, Mrs. Hill lowered her head somewhat guiltily:

"If you don't like it, I'll throw it away in a bit..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lynn casually tossed out a sentence:

"Fine, I'll buy it then. I'll make a couple more tonight."

Then, Lynn went up to the attic with his hands in his pockets.

Mrs. Hill remained, her face a mixture of helplessness and allure.

Mrs. Hill only looked away after Lynn's figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

His gaze slowly drifted toward the restroom, his expression slightly hesitant.

At that moment, she was secretly making plans in her mind.

Should I find an opportunity to tell Katie what's going on with me?

……

At 8 p.m., the city lights began to come on.

The Lighthouse Hill community was enveloped in the tranquility of the night.

Looking through the glass windows, most of the people's dining rooms were lit with warm yellow lights.

Occasionally, the laughter of children can be heard, and the whole community looks quite warm and peaceful.

At Mrs. Hill's dining table.

Lynn and Mrs. Hill sat facing each other, while Katie remained silent to the side, her head bowed.

"Don't just stand there, try my carefully prepared oysters!"

Mrs. Hill pointed to a large plate of grilled oysters in the center of the table, proudly showing off her culinary skills to the two of them.

Katie merely glanced up, then wrinkled her nose in disgust: "I don't like this."

After saying that, he continued eating the mashed potatoes in front of him without even glancing at them.

Lynn's lips twitched uncontrollably as she looked at the oysters on her plate.

"Can you tell me... why you put wasabi in your grilled oysters?"

Lynn took a deep breath and pointed at the clumps of green, unidentified objects:

"I can accept the wasabi, but what the hell is with all that ketchup, salad dressing, chocolate chips... and that fucking cream?"

Lynn was completely stunned when he saw this dish of culinary horror that resembled a biological weapon.

Indeed, never believe that white people can make any decent food!

This is utterly a desecration of the ingredients!

"Huh? Is that not allowed? Don't you think this combination is creative and has a rich flavor?"

Mrs. Hill did not think there was anything wrong with what she did.

He casually picked up an oyster covered in a huge dollop of wasabi, tilted his head back, and swallowed it in one gulp.

She was completely unaware that a bit of green wasabi had accidentally spilled onto her red lips.

It wasn't until after I finished eating that I realized what was going on. I stuck out my tongue and temptingly licked the wasabi into my mouth, even smacking my lips with a lingering satisfaction.

Seeing this, Lynn felt a headache coming on.

The thought of that mouth, which had already eaten wasabi, having to eat my own...

He was constantly on edge!

It's said online that this stuff is more than ten times more stimulating than Tiger Balm!

If Mrs. Hill really takes this to heart, I'll probably have to go to the urology emergency room tomorrow.

"Ahem!"

Lynn coughed twice, then quickly grabbed the dry toast next to him and forced it into his mouth in a few bites.

"Um, I'm not very hungry tonight, please enjoy your meal."

After saying that, Lynn pushed back his chair and went upstairs, walking more than twice as fast as usual.

He simply couldn't stand this culinary abomination.

"Hey! Hey! You haven't eaten any oysters yet!"

Mrs. Hill quickly waved her hand and called out twice.

But Lynn walked even faster upon hearing this, disappearing at the top of the stairs in the blink of an eye.

"Honestly, they don't know how to appreciate things," Mrs. Hill muttered.

At this moment, Katie put down her spoon and stood up as well: "I'm done eating too."

As she spoke, she prepared to turn around and run away.

But after taking only two steps, Mrs. Hill called out to stop him.

"etc."

Mrs. Hill put down her cutlery, her gaze fixed on Katie, her expression becoming unusually serious:

"Katie, please sit down. I have something very important to discuss with you."

"What is it?"

Katie's heart skipped a beat, and she felt a sudden surge of tension. Her hands instinctively gripped the hem of her pajamas.

Mrs. Hill hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath: "You and Lynn..."

Upon hearing those four words, Katie's hands instantly clenched into fists beneath her sleeves.

The whole person was like a fully drawn bowstring, instantly straightened!

A lightning bolt seemed to strike my heart, and my thoughts surged wildly.

Could it be... could it be that what happened at the stairwell was discovered? Or perhaps what happened at the attic entrance was discovered?

When was it discovered?

What to do? What should we do now?

"How is your relationship with Lynn now?" Mrs. Hill finally asked the second half of the question.

"Um?"

Katie was suddenly stunned.

Immediately, his chest heaved, and he let out a deep sigh of relief.

That's it?

"It's alright!" Katie realized what was happening and quickly replied, pretending to be nonchalant.

My heart was still pounding, afraid that someone would notice something was amiss.

"Oh..." Mrs. Hill nodded thoughtfully, "That's good."

After that, she lowered her eyes and remained silent, as if she were having some kind of intense internal struggle.

The atmosphere in the restaurant froze instantly; it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Just when the atmosphere was at its most tense, and Katie was about to lose her temper and run away.

Mrs. Hill suddenly gritted her teeth, looked up with a reckless expression, and said, "I won't hide it from you anymore... actually, Lynn and I are together!"

The words fell.

The scene was so quiet it was as if nothing had happened.

Katie sat in the chair and blinked, her expression unchanged, not even her eyebrows twitching.

Mrs. Hill was stunned for a moment, then waved her hand in front of Katie and raised her voice:

"Did you hear me clearly? I said, Lynn and I are together! We're dating!"

This time, Katie finally came to her senses.

He quickly and dramatically covered his mouth, feigning extreme surprise and widening his eyes: "What? When did this happen?!"

He appeared to be like this on the surface, but inwardly he couldn't help but sneer repeatedly.

She not only knew about it a long time ago, but she also watched countless live broadcasts.

"Just recently..."

Mrs. Hill blushed slightly, rubbed her hands together a little awkwardly, and spoke with a hint of probing:

"You shouldn't have any objections, right? You know, I haven't looked for anyone since your father passed away all these years. If I don't look for someone soon... I'll be going through menopause soon."

Upon hearing these lewd words, Katie's lips twitched uncontrollably.

But on the surface, she shrugged and acted indifferent: "Oh, well then, it's your prerogative."

Anyway, it's no use if she objects.

When a child says they need to pee, they have often already finished.

"That's wonderful! You're such a good daughter!"

Seeing that Katie showed no resistance, Mrs. Hill finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He even stood up excitedly, grabbed Katie and hugged her tightly, giving her a big squeeze.

After the hug, Mrs. Hill let go, her expression suddenly becoming serious, and her eyes sharpening.

"Since you support me, I have a very important task for you now."

"A mission?" Katie looked completely bewildered.

"right!"

Mrs. Hill's eyes hardened. She placed her hands on the table, stared directly into Katie's eyes, and said through gritted teeth, each word distinct and deliberate:

"I suspect... there's some other slut trying to seduce Lynn lately!"

……