"The new ward looks nice~" Emily walked with a light step, her golden hair draped over her shoulders, her fitted school uniform accentuating her newly matured figure.

Beneath her school uniform skirt were a pair of sheer black stockings and black leather boots.

The innocent girl carried a hint of special allure.

"Ethan, you don't seem very welcoming, do you?"

"..." Ethan lay in the hospital bed, watching the girl before him with a complex expression. This girl had bluntly revealed her true thoughts during his paralysis.

Now, she appeared before him without any concern, her thick-skinned nature evident.

"Hehe~ I specifically wore the stockings you like as a way to apologize!" Emily walked to the bedside, her hands pinching the ends of her skirt, lifting it slightly.

More of her thighs were exposed.

Her legs were slender and straight, more youthful compared to her aunt's mature ones.

The sheer stockings accentuated the unique contours of a young girl's thighs, her hands stopping just as they reached the upper part of her thighs.

"If Ethan isn't angry anymore, I'll show you~"

"I'm not into stockings," Ethan thought regretfully. The skirt had been lifted to the upper thighs, and any higher would reveal the pubic area wrapped in stockings.

But he preferred to keep his distance from this girl.

"Is it because they're not the beautiful legs of Aunt Scarlett in black stockings that you don't like them?" Emily dropped her skirt and leaned in closer, her gaze playful.

Ethan frowned upon hearing this, not understanding how she knew, but he wasn't surprised either.

If it weren't for Emily's blunt revelations, he would never have guessed that beneath her innocent and gentle exterior lay a pervert.

It seemed Blair and his aunt had been deceived by her too.

"Anyway, it's impossible," Emily smoothed her skirt from behind and sat down at the edge of the bed, turning her head to look into his eyes:

"Just being 32 and 18 years old is challenging enough, let alone being aunt and nephew."

"..." Ethan remained silent, Emily's words hitting the heart of the matter, even if his aunt looked beautiful, there was a 14-year age gap between them.

And between them, there was also a layer of kinship.

"Hehe~ I can understand how such a forbidden love could be more exciting." Emily leaned forward, her body getting closer to him: "But the difference between us is too great."

Ethan didn't argue,he knew it better than anyone.

Perhaps not aiming to marry his aunt but simply completing a task would make things simpler.

"Is giving up really the only option..."

Ethan lowered his head, sighing inwardly.

"I don't mind being a temporary substitute for Aunt Scarlett," Emily posed with a peace sign.

Ethan glanced at her from the corner of his eye,she really was beautiful, if only she weren't a pervert.

The door to the ward opened.

Scarlett walked in holding a lunchbox, seeing Emily there, she smiled: "Thank you, Emily, for coming to keep Ethan company after school."

"Aunt Scarlett." Emily instantly shifted from her lively and mischievous demeanor to that of a well-behaved girl as she rose from the hospital bed and stood up to greet Scarlett with a smile:

"Ethan is an important friend of mine, and I'm really happy to see him getting better."

As Emily turned her head, she winked secretly at Ethan, smiled at Scarlett, and then took her leave.

"She's such a good kid." Scarlett took out the lunchbox and placed it on the medical stand in front of Ethan. "How are you feeling today, Ethan?"

"Much better, it's like I've been brought back to life." Ethan looked at his aunt, who was still dressed in her business attire.

Unlike Scarlett, she exuded the unique charm of a mature woman.

His current attributes:

"Name: Ethan Jones"

"Age: 18"

"Strength: 1"

"Stamina: 3"

"Agility: 2"

"Skill: Hard as a rock LV1"

The average adult male's stats are around 6, but for modern people, having a 5 is pretty good.

His physical stats are half that of an adult.

Talking and such are no problem.

But because his strength is only at one, he can't support his body weight on his feet and still can't get out of bed.

Just one more mission to increase his strength to 3, and he'll be able to walk.

"That's great." Scarlett looked at his cheeks, her eyes smiling. "Starting today, we'll be living under the same roof again. Would you mind having your aunt around? After all, boys need some privacy."

"Huh?" I was taken aback, not quite catching the meaning behind her words.

Aunt Scarlett chuckled and made an up-and-down hand motion, "You might find me in the way eventually."

"I wouldn't mind having Aunt around." My face heated up as I shyly turned away from her radiant cheeks.

"What did you say?" Aunt turned her face towards me, her hand cupped to her ear, "I didn't hear you."

Looking at her brightly lit cheeks, I gritted my teeth and blurted out, "I like Aunt."

"Mmm." Aunt stifled a laugh, ruffling my hair playfully, "I like Ethan too. Now, eat up. The doctor said you can start eating now, it's a medical miracle. With proper treatment, there's a chance for a complete recovery." Her eyes twinkled as she looked into mine.

She smiled, her eyes twinkling as she looked into his eyes: "Hang in there, Aunt will always be by your side."

"Mmm..." Ethan felt his aunt's hand on his head.

It seemed hard for Aunt to see him as a real man.

After agreeing to fully cooperate, Ethan was moved to this VIP room.

The room had two beds, one for family members to stay overnight, a TV on the wall, a wardrobe, a bathroom, and a shower—everything necessary, though not luxurious.

Previously, with only a single bed, Scarlett had to shuttle back and forth from the hospital to home, which was extremely inconvenient. Now, she could stay here with him.

Scarlett got up and started tidying the room, neatly folding some clothes in the wardrobe.

Ethan lay in bed, watching her busy figure. Aunt had a really nice figure, fully developed and voluptuous, like a ripe peach.

Imagining holding such a mature woman in his arms was almost unthinkable, not to mention those long legs in black stockings.

Thinking about the task of making her his, how many times would that take?

He felt overwhelmed.

Just then, Ethan saw a sneaky figure at the door of the ward.

"Blair, don't just stand at the door." Scarlett, while organizing clothes, called out to the doorway.

Blair hesitated for a few seconds before coming in. She still looked cool, but her gaze was evasive.

"Ding!"

Scarlett's phone suddenly rang with a message alert.

She took out her phone, her brows slightly furrowed, then looked up at Blair and said, "You keep Ethan company for a bit."

After speaking, Scarlett picked up her handbag, stepped into her high heels, and quickly left.

The room was left with just Blair and Ethan.

The atmosphere fell into an eerie silence.

My expression was complex. Blair, who grew up with me, wanted to wear her mom's clothes in the middle of the night, hoping to get one last shot from me before I died.