After saying that, Carolyn Turner twisted her body, looking rather self-pitying as she said, “That little man came into my room, and the next day he disappeared without a trace. I didn’t even get a chance to make a move. Now he’s finally back, and I’ve only just tasted his cooking, his flavor... Let me try him out first, then we’ll talk.”

The two women ate until the table was a mess, chatting away to themselves, while Ian Lawson was already lost in thought, his mind repeatedly calculating and pondering.

Seeing that there was hardly anything left on the table, Carolyn Turner raised her voice and called out, “Hey, my darling, what are you thinking about? The plates are empty—bring out a few more dishes! We haven’t even had enough to drink yet!”

Ian Lawson was feeling annoyed and said bluntly, “What’s all the noise for? Quiet.”

The two resentful women immediately fell silent, exchanging secret smiles. Carolyn Turner lowered her voice and muttered, “Oh, the little man has something on his mind. Ha, are we being a bit too much?”

Chapter 3: Curiosity (Middle)

Autumn Lewis answered solemnly, “Oh, not ‘a bit,’ it’s ‘ex-tre-mely’ too much. Be careful, we finally caught him—don’t scare him off over one meal.”

With just a glance, the two of them tacitly picked up their wine glasses, swaying gracefully as they moved closer to Ian Lawson. Carolyn Turner leaned against the back of the sofa, exaggerating her coquettish tone, “Yo, you’re pretty fired up. Need me to help you cool off?”

As she spoke, Carolyn Turner lifted her foot, arched it, and let her toes trail up Ian Lawson’s thigh, talking nonstop, “How about it, let’s add an extra Qiuhui for you. Two beautiful women here—aren’t you lucky.”

Carolyn Turner’s toes traced their way up, finally stopping at the base of Ian Lawson’s thigh, her foot arch alternately soft and firm as she massaged his vital spot, her face full of a mischievous grin.

“Ladies, cut it out,” Ian Lawson said in annoyance, pushing Carolyn Turner’s toes away. “I’m trying to think. Let me have a moment of peace.”

The two fragrant, delicate bodies pounced on him. Carolyn Turner burrowed into Ian Lawson’s arms, while Autumn Lewis, a bit more reserved, kept a slight distance, flanking him with Carolyn Turner on either side. Carolyn Turner’s full breasts pressed tightly against him, her hand still caressing his leg. Seeing this, Autumn Lewis hesitated briefly, then reached out to touch Ian Lawson’s chest.

“What’s bothering you? Worried about finding a job after graduation? Guys your age all worry about that. Don’t you have a job at the antique shop? If you don’t want to keep doing that, just cook for me full-time. I can afford to support you.” Carolyn Turner’s hand was like an electric current, igniting wherever it touched. Ian Lawson’s masculine features inevitably swelled, but sandwiched between them, he didn’t dare move.

Carolyn Turner’s hand found something hard, and suddenly squeezed, making Ian Lawson jump up.

“Auntie, aren’t you tempting me to make a mistake?” Ian Lawson blushed furiously, hopping in pain.

“Did you just call me auntie? Watch how I deal with you.” Carolyn Turner jumped up and tackled Ian Lawson, pinching wherever there was the most flesh.

“Hehehe, don’t break our little man,” Autumn Lewis reclined lazily on the empty sofa, watching the two wrestle and fanning the flames: “Hey, what do you think, isn’t Sister Cailing domineering? If you can’t take it, come with me. These days, it’s hard to find a man who’s willing to take care of women and the home. How about it? As long as I come home to a hot meal every day, I’ll treat you like a lord. Think about it—want to be a househusband?”

Carolyn Turner suddenly stood up, glaring, “Qiuhui, you’re getting out of line. This man lives in my house—no one’s taking him from me!”

Ian Lawson scrambled up awkwardly, his uncooperative little brother standing tall. Ian Lawson tried desperately to hide it, muttering, “Crazy, crazy.”

Carolyn Turner looked him up and down with interest and asked, “Oh, sorry, I actually forgot to ask—little man, how was your trip to Tibet? You look more like a real man now. Come on, tell us—did you lose your virginity to someone else?”

Ian Lawson distanced himself from the two women, gasping for breath. At the mention of this, he couldn’t help but feel proud: “Ah, I climbed the 7,787-meter Namcha Barwa peak. It’s the most beautiful snow mountain I’ve ever seen. At the very top, I reached my peak—I had the most perfect release of passion.”

Carolyn Turner teased, “What, you gave your virginity to a barren mountain? That’s hilarious.”

Ian Lawson ignored her, his mind drifting back to that time: “I traveled west all the way to the Yarlung Tsangpo Grand Canyon, the dream of every adventurer. In the canyon, I saw both glaciers and tropical rainforests, experienced the wonder of ‘four seasons on one mountain, different scenery every ten miles.’ It was incredible... And then, the great waterfall’s silvery waves, the pitch-black, icy cliffs, the deafening roar that shook me; a seven-colored rainbow within reach, magically appearing from the steaming white mist, its magnificent splendor moved me to tears—but I conquered them all beneath my feet. In that moment, I realized: the creation of miracles doesn’t depend on gods, but on people.”

Carolyn Turner interrupted Ian Lawson’s reverie with disdain: “So you reached the summit and became a god? Adventure, mountaineering—that’s just a way for rich people to show off. Every step in this sport burns money. People like Zhang Chaoyang and Wang Shi can afford to play. You, a poor student, doing this? You’re just playing games with your life.”