My first love

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"Dr. Zhang, it's been so long!"

I looked up, wondering why someone recognized me, when suddenly I was startled—it was her! My first love—Qingwen.

I quickly stood up, knocking over the chair next to me with a rather loud thud.

Everyone in the hospital stared at us. My face flushed, and I felt incredibly embarrassed, but I was genuinely surprised. I grabbed Qingwen's hand and hurried into the doctor's office.

Everyone else had gone out for dinner, leaving just the two of us in the large office.

I hugged her, all the longing of the past years culminating in this embrace.

We held each other tightly.

"Let me look at your face properly," I gazed at her pretty face. "You haven't changed."

"But you have," she said wistfully. "You're married."

I drove her back to her apartment, a small unit that didn't look like the home of a middle school teacher.

She opened the outer iron gate and led me into her apartment.

Her living room wasn't large, with a sofa and a television. There were three doors leading to the bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen.

I went out onto the balcony. The street below was bustling with traffic, appearing as continuous white and red ribbons of light in the dim night.

"She lives on the tenth floor," I thought.

I admired the view for about half an hour, then she called me into the kitchen and prepared a sumptuous dinner for me.

I poured two glasses of champagne and handed them to her.

"Consider this a toast to our longing over the years!" I said.

During dinner, we looked at each other in silence, eating quietly, occasionally smiling.

After we finished eating, she stood up to clear the dishes, and I took the opportunity to grab her hand, as if I'd been electrocuted.

She smiled brightly and pulled her hand back.

"You still like touching my hand, just like you used to."

I hugged her from behind, my hands cupping her soft breasts through her clothes.

I gently caressed them, our breathing becoming increasingly rapid.

"You're so soft," I said.

I moved my hands to her waist, grabbed part of her shirt, and slipped my hands inside again.

I slid my fingers across her abdomen, touching her smooth skin.

She trembled slightly.

I slipped my fingers inside her bra, pinching her slightly firm nipples between my index and middle fingers. I caressed her, pressing my body tightly against hers.

I breathed in the scent of her hair, moving my left hand down to her thigh, lifting her skirt, and caressing between her legs.

I penetrated her last line of defense, parting her hairy genitals, caressing her private parts as if scratching an itch.

One hand "attacked" her breasts, while the other roamed over her genitals.

She seemed to enjoy my caresses.

My left hand felt a little wet; it was her love juice.

Suddenly, she turned around, forcing my hand away.

"Wait a minute..." she gasped against my chest, "Let's take a shower first. Then we'll..."

I lay in her bathtub, my mind drifting back to the past, I remember it was seven years ago.

Seven years ago, we were a publicly acknowledged couple. I was in my final year of medical school, doing my internship, while she had just started graduate school.

We were a year apart, loved each other, and had been living together for some time, but back then it was just pure love.

Until a few days before my graduation.

Because my hometown is in the south, and she's a typical northerner, our separation was inevitable.

She kept pressuring me to go to her parents' house to propose, but I didn't dare make a hasty decision because of my parents.

The night after graduation, we sat facing each other; her eyes were red, and she looked at me with a touch of sadness.

I promised that after returning to the south, I would definitely go north to marry her.

That very night, she turned her back to me and took off her coat. I vaguely remember her skin being so white, it dazzled me. When my face was buried in her snow-white breasts, her breasts were so tender, so soft to the touch, giving me her first time.

When we stopped our frenzy, tiny drops of moisture glistened on her rosy cheeks, and her cherry-red lips parted slightly, telling me that she would always be with me, that she was mine, that she wanted to build a sweet little family with me, that she wanted…

After I returned to the south, my parents were naturally very welcoming to a girl from a research institute, but dramatically, her family business went bankrupt due to financial difficulties, and my future father-in-law, who was acting as guarantor, had to go into debt and sell their business.

I knew nothing about any of this; I just suddenly lost contact with her.

Years later, I finally learned of this through her old friends. The main reason she wouldn't contact me was because I was a doctor and she didn't want to be implicated in her father's debts. After hearing this, I was deeply saddened, but also angry at her overprotective behavior. I believed that love was the reason we got together, and she gave it to me because we loved each other, but everything was ruined.

I took the towel she handed me and dried my wet hair. She changed out of her standard dress and into casual loungewear.

Her breasts were noticeably firm, with two pointed bulges in the front of her top. I guessed she had taken off her bra while changing. Thinking about this reminded me of what had just happened, and my "little brother" became a little aroused.

I noticed her; she was about to take off her clothes.

With her back to me, she slowly removed her outer garment, revealing her fair skin. She turned slightly, her beautiful breasts faintly visible; though not large, they were breathtaking, the pink nipples seemingly tempting me to bite and suckle them.

I approached her, my hands pressing firmly on her shoulders, my heart racing in a hazy, dreamlike state.

I turned and embraced her, my hands cupping her breasts, burying my face in her soft, smooth, and fragrant hair.

I whispered in her ear, "You're so beautiful!"

I gently bit her ear, my fingers twirling a strand of hair—the familiar touch warmed my heart.

We lay down on the bed. She was wearing white casual pants, her features delicate and pretty. I knelt before her, my gaze sweeping over her from head to toe. My hands moved from her slender, shapely cheeks to her alluring breasts. I felt her nipples harden, and her breathing quicken.

This scene seemed to suggest that her mature body was ready. I moved my hands from her fair breasts to her legs and intertwined them. I lifted her legs and pulled off her loose pants. As I did so, I noticed she wasn't wearing underwear; it seemed she had planned this all along.

My heart raced, like a child who had seen something they shouldn't have.

Her body was still as fair and smooth as when I first met her. Clearly, the trials and tribulations of the years hadn't aged her; they had only added to her mature beauty.

Her delicate face, slightly full breasts, pink nipples, slender waist, fair buttocks, shapely legs, and alluring vulva were breathtaking.

I stripped her naked, and then she got up to help me undress. Her gentleness made me feel a pang of regret; I should have proposed to her when she tearfully begged me not to leave.

But now I'm a married man. Although Zhaoyi doesn't annoy me or anything, her strong, independent woman attitude puts pressure on me. I have some complaints about her, but being a nice guy by nature, I don't want to dwell on it.

I feel like something's missing between Zhaoyi and me; that strong feeling is always there.

She squatted down, and I felt a little embarrassed about the reaction in my underwear, but she pretended not to see it and took it off. My penis wasn't very hard yet, but I felt my body getting hot. When she stood up, she deliberately touched it with her body, and the sudden touch made it instantly erect.

She tiptoed and kissed my forehead, as if teasing me. Then, she turned and climbed onto the bed, her lying down incredibly alluring.

She lay on the bed, and I approached, climbed on top, and embraced her. Our lips met, our tongues intertwined, our saliva mingling. During our passionate kiss, I placed my hands on her soft buttocks, sometimes touching, sometimes kneading, sometimes pinching, feeling their smooth texture. My hands were reluctant to leave those fair, tender buttocks, those two perfectly proportioned mounds.

After a while, she propped herself up, bringing our lower bodies closer together, but my penis was pressed upwards by her abdomen.

She must have felt it too; she shifted her abdomen slightly, stimulating me.

She twisted her body from side to side, my penis sandwiched between our abdomens, the movement stimulating our pent-up desire.

I rolled over and pinned her to the bed, a surge of intense lust completely aroused within me.

Then she softly said to me, "Kiss me."

I pulled away from her lips, moving to her cheeks, ears, and neck, until I reached her chest, burying my face between her breasts.

I inhaled her intoxicating scent of milk, my hands cupping her breasts, climbing up to her nipples, sucking hard on her erect nipples.

I gently bit her nipples with the tip of my tongue, mimicking a baby's sucking, while she placed her hands on my head, stroking my hair.

But what attracted me even more was her lower body; I touched her soft pubic hair, and I knew I had reached her genitals.

I used my head to pry her legs apart, looking at her rosy vulva, which was slightly wet.

I kissed it, and she cried out, moving her legs away from my head.

She scolded me in a slightly coquettish tone, "You're so annoying!"

I lunged forward, and she giggled.

I grabbed her thighs and spread them open again. That rosy vulva felt both familiar and strange.

I asked her, "You haven't had sex with any other man in the past seven years?"

She smiled sadly and said, "I remember saying seven years ago that I was yours, and I would always be yours."

Just as I was about to say something more, she covered my lips with her fingers and shook her head, signaling me not to say anything more.

That plaintive and moving movement was truly endearing, completely arousing my primal and passionate desire.

I said, "I'm going to enter your body." Then the movements became rapid.

After adjusting my position, I thrust forward forcefully, and she let out a soft cry. I could feel her trembling slightly inside her, as if she were a virgin experiencing love for the first time.

Inside her vagina, it felt the same as before—warm and tight.

A powerful sensation washed over me.

I slowly pushed in and out, her body initially stiffening, her legs involuntarily clamping tightly around my waist.

I felt a pang of pity and asked her, lying on the bed, "Does it still hurt?"

She shook her head.

Later, she gradually relaxed, her grip on the sheets loosening.

I cared for her like a baby, and she gradually let go of her usual reserve, letting out moans of "Mmm... Ouch..."

At this moment, the frequency of my thrusts gradually increased due to pleasure, and my movements became more vigorous.

She let out low moans, urging the energy within me to erupt like a volcano about to erupt. I accelerated my thrusting, reaching the peak of our intercourse.

And when her panting reached its loudest and most rapid, we finally reached our limit...

Just as I felt myself about to ejaculate, I quickly withdrew my penis, and white semen shot out like a thin rope from the tip of my penis, coiling around below her navel.

She went limp, and I wondered if she too had tasted that moment of perfect union.

After a few waves of throbbing excitement, I was drenched in sweat, and slowly stood up, the bed sinking in.

I looked down at her like a god.

She lay sprawled out, limbs spread wide, her chest rising and falling slightly, my semen glistening on her abdomen. Looking at her satisfied and sweetly weary face, I felt an inexplicable guilt.

A thirty-year-old woman, and I was her only man.

I never knew a woman would silently sacrifice herself for me, especially since she was pretty, not overtly alluring but captivating.

She could have chosen not to wait for me.

For the first time, I realized a woman could sacrifice so much for love.

For the past two or three months, I've been relying on masturbation to satisfy my physical needs because of Zhaoyi's irregular periods. Qingwen's appearance brought me two benefits: firstly, I finally learned the whereabouts of my first love, and secondly, it satisfied my physical needs.

After making love, I held Qingwen and asked, "Do you resent me?"

She shook her head without saying a word.

Just then, I glanced at the clock; it was past eight. I figured Zhaoyi had probably gone home.

I rested my head on my hands, watching Qingwen lying sweetly on my chest, and I couldn't bear to leave her. After making love, what women need is aftercare and tenderness. If a man simply falls asleep after ejaculating, then there's no connection between the hearts and bodies of both partners, and they won't enjoy the peaceful relaxation that follows the "storm," I thought.

I hugged Qingwen tightly, and she said to me, "Can you stay with me?"

"Sure!" I decided to stay with her.

I noticed her face was flushed, like a ripe apple.

I lowered my head and gently bit her cheek, but she didn't respond, somewhat languidly.

"A woman's orgasm can last for several minutes," I murmured to myself.

I reached out and grasped her breasts, which were now very soft, quite different from their firmness during sex.

I gently kneaded her breasts, playing with her nipples, my hands caressing her chest and abdomen. She didn't moan again, only smiled contentedly and made soft "mmm" sounds.

I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, carefully placing her on the bed. Then I lay down too, holding her in my arms, and we made love on the soft bed. Surprisingly, I fell asleep.

When I got up, it was already past ten o'clock.

"Oh no!"

I quickly got out of bed and rushed into the bathroom, hastily washing away the fragrance from my body. I couldn't let Zhaoyi know about my "affair" with Qingwen.

I came out of the bathroom, and Qingwen was already up, sitting cross-legged, her body covered by a shirt.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault," she said.

I looked at her and smiled. "It's okay, it's my fault."

I walked out the door, leaving her alone.

Zhaoyi and I have been married for two years. She's been busy with her career, a true career woman, which is understandable given our five-year age difference.

She married me right after graduating from university. I've considered having a child, but she doesn't approve of interrupting her career with childbirth.

Hearing this, I didn't want to argue with her, but I still feel envious whenever I see other couples with their children.

Every time Zhaoyi and I make love, this thought makes me secretly unhappy, and I deliberately hurt her. But I hide it well; she always thinks it's because the lovemaking was too intense, which is why she complains a little afterward.

I opened the door to our house. The living room lights weren't on. I glanced around and then went into our bedroom.

Zhaoyi wasn't home.

"She must be working overtime again. What can I do? I married such a career-driven woman,"

I thought,

a little annoyed.

A few months later, Zhaoyi's case ended, and her life finally returned to normal. Her irregular periods disappeared.

"I knew it! It was all because of your work stress," I said to Zhaoyi.

She ignored me.

I felt like an idiot.

After dinner, she left the dining room, leaving me to handle the rest.

"She must have done something wrong with the case and got scolded,"

I thought as I cleared the dishes.

"I really don't know why she works so hard, it's not like we're short of money."

I turned on the kitchen tap, but the sound of water didn't stop.

I heard the sound of water, the sound of water from the bathroom.

She was getting ready to take a shower.

My mind wandered, "We haven't had proper sex in months, she must really need it..."

The more I thought about it, the stronger my physical reaction became. I wanted to have a passionate and intense sexual encounter with Zhaoyi, maybe she was just hinting that she needed it.

Lost in thought, I fiddled with the dishes for a bit and then went into the bedroom. Just as she was about to go into the bathroom, I grabbed her and hugged her.

I kissed Zhaoyi's face, and my hands began to slide from her back to her buttocks. I slipped my hands slightly under her tight skirt, and my tongue entered her mouth, like a beautiful piece of classical music.

I pulled down her panties and unbuttoned her shirt. Her pink bra, encasing her full breasts, strongly attracted me.

Just as my hand was about to caress her private parts further, she pushed me away, quickly pulled her shirt up, and brushed off the wrinkles.

She said coldly, "No! I'm not feeling well today."

Then she turned and went into the bathroom. I could hear the sound of her entering the tub from inside, and I, as her husband, was left out. I felt a surge of anger and shame.

Just as I was about to lose my temper, a thought suddenly flashed through my mind.

"Never mind, I'll go find Qingwen..."

I pushed open the iron door, and as soon as I saw Qingwen, I eagerly embraced her and we kissed passionately. After we closed the door while still kissing, she breathed heavily and nestled against my chest.

I said somewhat hastily, "I need you, I want to make love, with you..."

She lowered her head shyly.

"Promise me, okay?" I asked her impatiently.

She nodded shyly, and I was overjoyed. I picked her up and kissed her cheek.

Her blushing face turned even pinker, as if she had lost the reserve a woman should have, feeling embarrassed for asking me for sex.

She was just agreeing to my request!

I pressed her against the wall, impatiently tearing open her top, pulling down her long skirt and underwear.

At the same time, she unzipped my pants, revealing my burgeoning penis.

Then I lifted her leg with my right hand, and after aiming at the opening where we would merge, I began to penetrate and contract. We didn't even caress each other at first; it was indeed a bit uncomfortable at first. Qingwen's vagina couldn't prepare enough love juice for the sudden intrusion of my penis. I could feel her discomfort; her moans were louder than usual when we made love.

"Huff, huff..." I pushed in, making sounds with my mouth.

And she responded to me, her low moans continuing.

I gradually began to treat Qingwen like my wife. In fact, whenever we were intimate, I wished she were really my lover, a slender, delicate, and considerate woman already showing signs of being wet.

Qingwen's top was disheveled, and her skirt was mostly torn off, vaguely revealing her thighs and pubic hair, as if she had just been raped.

We walked hand in hand into the bedroom.

As soon as I saw the bed, I flopped down onto it, and she covered her mouth and laughed when she saw my foolishness.

She tossed me a pair of pants, "I bought these for you, try them on."

I got up and dressed, and after I finished, I reached out and secretly pinched her tender buttocks.

"You're so annoying! Taking advantage of me!" she glared at me.

"We were making love so intensely just now, what's a little bit of tofu?" I teased her.

"Hurry up and change your clothes, you look like you've just been raped."

She made a face at me, "If anyone's being raped, it'll be you!"

I was watching TV in the bedroom while Qingwen went out to cook.

I watched for a while, then turned off the TV and went outside.

Qingwen was cooking in the room. I tiptoed over and tightly grasped her breasts from behind. She turned around and kissed me. Our tongues were tied together. We both knew exactly what would happen next, but we had already made love. I just couldn't bear to look at her.

It seems our relationship has shifted from the pure love we had when we first met to a passionate, lustful one.

"Why not? It's a blessing to have two wives," I thought.

I opened the door and entered the room, catching a faint scent—Zhaoyi's usual perfume.

"Is she back?"

I continued into the bedroom. Zhaoyi was asleep in bed.

A note for me lay on the bedside table.

It only had a few words: "Wake me up after work."

I read it; she was sleeping soundly.

I couldn't bear to wake her, so I loosened my tie, prepared a change of clothes, and went to take a shower.

The water was just right, neither too hot nor too cold.

After showering, I changed into my pajamas. As I sat on the edge of the bed, an arm suddenly wrapped around me.

Zhaoyi kissed my cheek, her hands pressed against my chest, her breasts against my back, slowly shifting occasionally. The oppressive feeling was alluring, clearly a pleas for pleasure. I picked her up, but she struggled out of my embrace.

She said mysteriously and ambiguously, "Wait a moment, I'll finish my shower."

Then, in the room, she undressed completely and walked naked into the bathroom.

Just the sight of her undressing had already made my blood boil. I sat restless on the bed, and finally, unable to resist the allure of her smooth, fragrant body, I rushed into the bathroom.

Zhaoyi cried out, and when she saw it was me, her almond-shaped eyes widened. I didn't give her a chance to speak and forcefully kissed her lips. Then I took off my pajamas, stepped into the bathtub, adjusted my position, and we made love.

The water in the bathtub rippled with the rhythm of my thrusts, and Zhaoyi let out soul-stirring cries. I felt her cries were louder than Qingwen's, perhaps because she was my legitimate husband, unlike Qingwen whose relationship with me was illicit and who was afraid of what others would say.

Thinking of this, I felt a little guilty towards Zhaoyi, but soon, the guilt was driven away by excitement.

As we approached climax, her moans became increasingly exaggerated. Because I was using a rear-entry position, her hip movements were also quite intense. The fierce friction made both Zhaoyi and I completely lose ourselves, indulging in the pleasure of intercourse. My glans was inside her vagina, and the soft vagina made it feel like there was no room for my hard penis. I wrapped my arms around her waist and used the strength of my waist and hips to thrust forward. She knelt on the edge of the tub, her hands holding onto the edge. My lower body was pressed against her buttocks. The water level was about three centimeters below my penis. With each thrust, there was a wave of flesh that vibrated, which reached her chest and made her breasts bounce back and forth. Water was splashed onto both of us from time to time, making a sound.

In this environment, consciousness was completely blurred, and there was only one path forward: reaching climax.

"Don't stop... Don't stop... Ah... Ahh..." Zhaoyi cried out somewhat exaggeratedly, gripping my hands tightly as I held her waist.

I was drenched in sweat, beads of sweat dripping from the tip of my nose onto her back and buttocks.

As we approached climax, her moans became increasingly exaggerated. Because I was using a rear-entry position, her hip movements were also quite intense. The fierce friction made both Zhaoyi and I completely lose ourselves, indulging in the pleasure of intercourse. My glans was inside her vagina, and the soft vagina made it feel like there was no room for my hard penis. I wrapped my arms around her waist and used the strength of my waist and hips to thrust forward. She knelt on the edge of the tub, her hands holding onto the edge. My lower body was pressed against her buttocks. The water level was about three centimeters below my penis. With each thrust, there was a wave of flesh that vibrated, which reached her chest and made her breasts bounce back and forth. Water was splashed onto both of us from time to time, making a sound.

In this environment, consciousness was completely blurred, and the only path forward was to reach climax.

"Don't stop... Don't stop... Ah... Ahh..." Zhaoyi cried out somewhat exaggeratedly, gripping my hands tightly as I held her waist.

I was drenched in sweat, beads of sweat dripping from my nose onto her back and buttocks.

After a few minutes, I gradually became exhausted and finally couldn't hold back any longer. I let out a soft cry and quickly withdrew from her body.

I habitually pulled my penis out, letting my semen flow onto her beautiful buttocks.

Because I had promised her that we could only consider having children when she had achieved success in her career, I didn't want to use a condom or have Zhaoyi take birth control pills, so I used the safest method: "interrupted intercourse."

Everything quieted down. She rolled over and lay in the bathtub, her eyes and lips closed, as if telling me of her satisfaction.

I remained kneeling, my penis now limp, a drop of fluid at the tip falling onto the water.

She slightly opened her eyes and spread her arms, saying, "Hold me."

So I lay down in the water too, and she pressed her lips to mine. I accepted her passionate kiss, our tongues entwining in our mouths, still wanting more...

I opened my mouth, letting her fluids flow from my tongue into my mouth. I used my fingers to separate her labia, stroking her clitoris with my index finger, sometimes pinching it between my thumb and forefinger, sometimes licking it with my tongue, sometimes biting it. Every movement brought her pleasure, and we were tightly intertwined.

After playing with her genitals for a while, I patted her buttocks. She stood up from her lying position and came to my genitals. She grasped it, stroking it up and down several times. Then she knelt between my thighs, caressing my penis with her hands and licking the glans with her tongue, like licking an ice pop. She even took the whole thing into her mouth, simulating her vagina, stimulating me up and down to make me feel good. My penis became hard from her playing, and I began to want to have intercourse.

So I stood up, and she lay down on the bed, spreading her legs. A dark mass grew on her fair body, with a pink opening for my penis within the darkness.

I rubbed my glans several times with my hands, then bent my knee and thrust into her vagina.

Sometimes she licked my glans with her tongue, sometimes she rounded her lips and sucked up and down.

I held her buttocks, moving her wet lower body in front of me, and began to "please" her.

I licked her with my tongue; her labia were already glistening with love juice.

I couldn't hold back; my semen shot out from the head of my penis, covering her face. The hot, thick white fluid slowly dripped from her nose, and she licked it up with her tongue.

As a doctor, I knew that semen contained abundant protein, but I just laughed off the idea that semen could be good for beauty.

She licked it, then took my now limp penis into her mouth and sucked on it.

She seemed to know exactly how to please me.

I stroked her hair and said gently, "No, I'll make love to you next time I come!"

After ejaculating, I felt very tired, but I had to go home soon, so I had to take a shower to get rid of Qingwen's perfume and the sweaty smell from our lovemaking.

I lay in the bathtub, and Qingwen sat down naked in the tub.

She picked up the soap and helped me wash. Lying in the warm water, with my beloved woman serving me, the sensory stimulation and spiritual comfort were indescribable.

After we finished washing, we walked out of the bathroom, dried each other, and lay naked on the bed in the bedroom.

I told Qingwen, "I want to divorce Zhaoyi and marry you."

Qingwen asked in surprise, "Why?"

I answered her, "Because I love you. I love women like you who are so captivating. Besides, I promised you seven years ago."

She said somewhat resentfully, "The only reason I'm with you again is to rekindle our lost love. I don't need any guarantees from you, and I don't want to break up your family." Her voice trailed off, "I... I just want you to be with me, cook with me, watch TV with me, and... make love with me... I don't care if I'm your wife... or whether I should be officially recognized as your wife..."

I asked her: "Don't you feel bitter? Why won't you agree to be with me? Seven years ago, didn't we sign a 'lifelong contract'? Have you forgotten?"

She climbed out of bed, walked to the dressing table, and with her back to me, answered me with a sob in her voice: "That time, I gave up voluntarily. I love you, but I can't ask you to jump from another woman to me. Recently, things have turned out this way between us. I've already wronged your wife. I don't want to be a 'bad woman' who breaks up other people's families..." I

got out of bed, and she was already crying excitedly. I hugged her. "Don't worry, you're not a bad woman. You'll always be my most adorable Qingwen."

She buried her face in my chest and cried passionately. "I wish I were your wife now. Every time I see other couples, I'm so envious. Every night I stare at the ceiling alone, wishing you were here with me, holding me..."

I hugged her tightly, my heart filled with sorrow.

"But I can't. I'm just your mistress, Zhaoyi is your wife. Promise me, don't do this, okay?"

Back home, I didn't say a word. Anyway, Zhaoyi and I had never spoken much before, only exchanging a few words when I made advances towards her or she made advances towards me.

For several days in a row, I just went through the routine of getting up, waking Zhaoyi, and going to work. I began to doubt whether I still had patience for Zhaoyi. I did most of the housework, and even woke her up for work. How different was this woman from Qingwen? When I came home from work, she had never cooked dinner for me even once. She was a strong woman at work, but she was terrible as a wife. I suddenly felt very disgusted with her. Qingwen's appearance was a turning point in my life and brought me new life. Only in that small apartment could I feel warmth. Did I marry Zhaoyi, this baby-making machine? No! She wouldn't even let me touch her!

After work, I was very envious of the elderly couple in the hospital. Although they were old and frail, they loved each other very much.

"This is what love and marriage are all about," I muttered to myself. "Would Zhaoyi really think like this? Humph!"

I drove home. Zhaoyi had left a note; she was going to an important social event and asked me to prepare the following late-night snacks for her.

Upon receiving this message, I was instantly enraged. "What does she mean! Who does she think I am!"

I cursed angrily, retaliating.

Suddenly, I thought of Qingwen. "I'll go find Qingwen!"

I drove straight to Qingwen's small apartment. I needed the warmth of a family she provided!

In the car, I thought about how to confront Zhaoyi, but a wave of emotion washed over me. I'd changed. Was it Qingwen's influence?

"No, she's so considerate..." Thinking of Zhaoyi made me feel a little guilty.

I shook my head vigorously. "Who cares?" I thought.

When she saw me, she happily hugged me and kissed me passionately.

"What's wrong? Is something bothering you?"

I asked vaguely, and seeing that I didn't want to talk about it, she didn't press further.

Qingwen and I sat quietly facing each other, eating dinner.

After dinner, she got up to clear the dishes and went into the kitchen to wash them.

"Swish..." The sound of running water filled the air. I went into the kitchen, and there she was.

I reached out to hug her, and the plate in her hands slipped into the sink, splashing water everywhere.

I whispered in her ear, "I need you..."

I lay on the floor, my hands cupping Qingwen's beautiful breasts. She sat on my hard penis, her hips moving back and forth. I rubbed against her, the feeling was so pleasurable. I said to Qingwen ambiguously, "Today I want to see how you serve me."

She didn't answer, but there was a slight shyness on her face, and she sometimes made sounds because of the vigorous movements. I could clearly feel the pleasure of my glans touching her vaginal walls.

Just as I was about to climax, I withdrew from her. It takes some willpower and patience to withdraw your penis from your lover when you're so hot.

I said to Qingwen, who was panting, "I'm going to make love to you properly today, once, twice, three times..."

Her flushed face looked beautiful. We left the bedroom, turned on the TV, and rolled onto the edge of the bed. We shared another passionate kiss. After a while, I lifted her up from between her breasts with my hands. My hands weren't idle; I caressed her breasts before reluctantly letting go, and we watched TV together.

Then, about half an hour later, as if by telepathy, we embraced again, kissed, caressed, and made love.

I was on top, and she was on the bottom, the point where our naked bodies met swaying constantly.

We made love almost every hour, and I always withdrew at the crucial moment. I no longer wanted to see Zhaoyi. All the resentment I'd harbored over the years erupted with Qingwen's appearance, transforming into this violent outburst.

I lay on the bed, Qingwen nestled against me.

A glistening, slippery liquid covered us—her love juice.

Time ticked by, and my strength waned, but when I saw Qingwen lying on the floor, panting and moaning from my thrusts, I couldn't bear to lessen my momentum.

I pushed her away forcefully, and she began to grip me tightly.

Her moans ceased, replaced by a series of ecstatic groans.

I, too, was lost in this world of love and desire.

Time stood still, space vanished, and all that remained between Qingwen and me was the thrill and excitement that surged through my body, driving me to the peak of ecstasy.

I changed our position, entering her from behind.

She knelt on the bathroom floor as I thrust forward.

Her fleshy buttocks slammed against my groin, giving me considerable pleasure.

"So good!" I thought.

I reached out and grasped her breasts, which were suspended in mid-air, squeezing and kneading those beautiful and alluring mounds of flesh. She moaned intensely.

"Ah...ah..."

Water gushed from the showerhead, soaking her flowing hair. We were both being washed by the water, like a gentle caress.

I moved forward, then backward.

Enveloped by her "little hole," a warm and indescribable pleasure surged through me. The more intense my thrusts, the louder her screams.

Finally, I reached my climax.

We both climaxed in that instant.

I could clearly feel the spasms as I ejaculated inside her, wave after wave. I imagined each ejaculation being rapid and direct, shooting straight into her uterus, then sticking to the walls of her vagina, where billions of sperm would go to find eggs, fulfilling the task of continuing life.

I felt excitement, pleasure, and an indescribable sensation.

Qingwen seemed to relax, no longer moaning.

She simply opened her mouth, her lips slightly parted, breathing heavily.

Although I was already "deflated" inside her, I was still inside her. I released her legs, which I had been holding up, and bent down to kiss her.

I whispered in her ear, "Are you comfortable and happy? Is this okay?"

She nodded, gazing at me with a satisfied smile—so beautiful.

I picked up the limp Qingwen, walked out of the bathroom, and, exhausted, drifted off to sleep on the bed.

I went home, and Zhaoyi, who had been waiting for me all night, was reclining on the sofa, fast asleep.

She was awakened by the sound of me opening the bedroom door and angrily came over, demanding to know where I had been all night and why I hadn't done what she had asked me to do.

I ignored her, and she slapped me hard across the face. For a moment, time seemed to freeze there.

I don't hit women, that's my principle.

But I was furious, so I slammed my suitcase at her feet, glared at her coldly, and expressed my anger.

She stared at me in surprise for a moment, then burst into tears.

I went to the study alone.

The day passed like this.

In the following days, my cold war with Zhaoyi reached its peak, but after about seven or eight days, this strong woman's stance softened!

She seemed to apologize, and on the night I finally came home on time, she made me dinner. I didn't want to hurt her too much, so we ate in silence.

After dinner, we went to our bedroom.

Since she's not giving me the silent treatment anymore, there's no need for this one-sided cold war.

But she doesn't suspect I'm having an affair or anything; she still believes in my character. Perhaps my past behavior was too lenient.

I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, when the door opened. I looked in and saw Zhaoyi approaching, wearing a semi-transparent nightgown. The nightgown couldn't hide her mature body: her pointed breasts, her dark genitals, and her long, slender legs. She was only wearing that one garment.

She took my hand, and said to me shyly but with captivating charm, "I want it."

She closed her eyes, leaned closer, and tried to kiss me.

But I stubbornly turned my face away.

Thinking I was still angry, she moved even closer.

I pushed her away and said coldly, "Get away! Don't touch me!"

She changed completely upon hearing this. She yelled at me at first, but my indifference chilled her.

Her attitude changed drastically; the usually aloof and unapproachable strong woman was gone.

For the first time, I realized how vulnerable she was beneath her strong facade.

She jumped out of bed, her eyes filled with tears. She moved closer to me and, in an almost sobbing voice, told me she couldn't bear our silence any longer. She asked me what was wrong, why I wasn't talking to her anymore, and whether I had lost my infatuation with her.

I wanted to confront her, but I worried that if Qingwen found out, she might cut off all contact with me. I didn't want to lose her.

I got up and left the bedroom.

She was crying in the room.

I locked the guest room door from the inside because I didn't want to say another word to her.

I snuggled into the covers, but my penis was still erect from what had just happened.

I slapped my head hard and said, "How could I think about that guy?"

But I started to feel desire. "I'll go see Qingwen tomorrow."

Zhaoyi didn't come to see me all night.

I drove to Qingwen's apartment, but she wasn't there.

About a week later, I went to see her every day. "What's going on? Could something have happened?" I thought something was wrong, so I drove to the middle school where she worked. As soon as I approached the office, I saw her female colleague. I went up to her and asked her

what happened , and she gave me a hesitant answer. I wasn't giving up. I walked out of the teachers' office and was shocked to see Qingwen about to leave the school. I rushed forward to grab her. I grabbed her arm and forcefully turned her around. Her pale face revealed an indescribable sadness. She looked at me with a mournful expression, and in the brief moment I pulled away from her embrace, she ran away. I chased after her, and she threw down the words, "I love you!" Then she got into her colleague's car, leaving me staring blankly at the dust cloud. I lived my days in despair, while Zhaoyi took a long leave of absence. Although I no longer spoke to her, Zhaoyi unusually took care of me attentively. She knew something must have happened to make me like this, and she had indeed wondered if I was having an affair. But at this moment, she was incredibly gentle, and my stance gradually softened. During our time living separately in the guest room, I would hear Zhaoyi sobbing on quiet nights. I wondered why, if she needed my comfort so much, she acted like a strong woman, suppressing me. I once asked her for a divorce, but she ran into the room crying, her face streaked with tears. I couldn't bear it, and I knew I had no right to hurt a wife who loved me. Qingwen and I avoided each other. I felt like a rudderless ship, drifting aimlessly. I applied for sick leave from the hospital, but they didn't know what had happened. They assumed I was feeling guilty for not being able to save a critically injured car accident victim during my shift the previous day. Six months later, I felt much better and went back to work. Zhaoyi also resigned from her job, giving up what she loved. She's currently taking care of me wholeheartedly, and things have calmed down between us considerably. During a conversation with Zhaoyi, I learned that the reason she acted like a strong woman to control me was because she didn't want to "spoil" me too much. In her mind, doctors were all philanderers who would neglect their wives, and only by properly "disciplining" them could she prevent her husband from straying. I could only manage a bitter smile. Time truly heals all wounds; my impression of Qingwen began to blur. I was still worried about her illness. "Is it really cancer?" I hesitated to think about her current condition. "Early-stage cancer can be cured… Maybe it's just a misdiagnosis, she doesn't actually have the disease, it's just a minor ailment." My relationship with Zhaoyi had been in a low state for about seven months, finally ending after a kiss. I apologized to her somewhat awkwardly, and she cried tears of joy. After kissing, we made love, releasing the pent-up desire of seven months in a passionate encounter. I ejaculated inside Zhaoyi. She promised to give me a healthy, chubby baby. Saying goodbye to Qingwen, but gaining Zhaoyi in return, I didn't know whether to be happy or sad. A year and a few months later, Qingwen never reappeared. In the torrent of my memories, the days I spent with her had faded into the past, and Zhaoyi and I had completely returned to the life before meeting Qingwen. However, this time we were even more loving, and our married life became incredibly sweet, intensely affectionate. This was something I could never have imagined before. Perhaps I should thank Qingwen. I lay down, my face pressed against Zhaoyi's breast, breathing heavily. Zhaoyi gently stroked my hair, tiny beads of sweat appearing on our skin. We had just made love. "You were so rough, you almost hurt me." "How could I control myself? The way you were just now forced me to." "You're so annoying!" I hugged her from behind, my hands gently caressing her, stroking her breasts, lightly touching the spot where we had been. I asked her, "Does it still hurt?" She shook her head. I rolled over and pinned her down, biting her nipple and tasting it lightly. "You've never been like this before," she continued. "You just go to sleep after sex, I didn't know sex was so beautiful." I licked her nipple with the tip of my tongue. "Hmm... so I didn't really want to have sex with you..." I kissed her lips. "Why didn't you tell me how you felt and what you thought? If you had told me sooner, none of this unpleasantness would have happened," I paused. "Our fatal flaw used to be poor communication..." she began. "Back then, I was such a strong woman, would I have told you these things?" She smiled bitterly. "Don't say anymore," I sealed her lips with mine. "Let bygones be bygones!" I slipped my tongue into her mouth, moved my hands apart her legs, positioning myself between them. She laughed. "You've already done it, do you want to do it again?"

I shifted my position, inserting my now erect penis into her. "My wife is so alluring, how could I bear to only do it once?"

One day, I was reading in the study when Zhaoyi came in.

Zhaoyi's words implied that she knew everything about my past with Qingwen, but suggested that she would forgive and forget.

I knew the implication in her words, but I was too anxious to care. I just wanted to know what had happened to Qingwen, where she was.

I went up to her and asked urgently.

Zhaoyi stood in front of me, muttering bitterly to herself, "Sigh! He's still..."

Her voice was weak and choked with sobs as she asked me to go somewhere with her.

I went out with her and saw that Zhaoyi was four months pregnant. I began to feel unsure how to handle this extramarital affair.

"I'll break up with Qingwen," I thought sadly. "Or with Zhaoyi?"

I approached the hospital where I worked. Every day, countless stories of life and death unfolded within its towering buildings. When I first started working there, I was saddened by the passing of a patient in one of the beds. But after witnessing so many heartbreaking events, I became numb. I always thought nothing could cause me grief, but I was wrong—because I too had grieved for losing Qingwen.

I saw a person with their face covered by a white mask by the other bed, and my heart skipped a beat. "Qingwen?"

Startled, I stumbled forward. I saw her trying to say something, but she couldn't utter a sound.

Xiao Li told me from the side, "It's terminal leukemia. Even if you're her attending physician, you're helpless."

I looked at him, my heart filled with boundless sorrow.

"Xiao Zhang, all you can do now is stay by her side and let her leave this world without any worries," he said, patting my shoulder comfortingly.

"I'll stay with you, you won't die, you absolutely won't..." I said sadly.

At this moment, Qingwen looked at me with deep affection through her eyes peeking out from behind her mask. In those eyes, there seemed to be a sense of ease and gentleness. I didn't know why she showed such a look. She stretched out her palm. After a long time, her palm had lost its former plumpness and tenderness, replaced by dry and weak paleness.

She grasped my hand with that weak hand, but after a short while, her hand slipped from mine.

I cried out, "Qingwen!"

I yelled at Zhaoyi and Qingwen's colleagues, "You hid it from me! She's so sick, why didn't you tell me? Do you know how much she needs me?"

Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. I grabbed Zhaoyi tightly, "You...you..."

Her eyes were red from crying too. She shook her head silently. I threw my hands up and knelt down, tears falling to the floor. Zhaoyi came closer, and I buried my face in her chest.

"I'm a doctor, why didn't she tell me she had cancer?"

Zhaoyi hugged me as I cried. Although she knew I had been unfaithful, she looked like a loving mother comforting a grieving child.

Even before she died, Qingwen wouldn't let me see her haggard face and her frail life. Just as she said in her last letter to me, the days we spent together were unforgettable memories of her final days, whether it was during our university years or those short few months…

I held a bouquet of flowers, followed by Zhaoyi and our two sons, and sadly placed them at Qingwen's grave.

It was all over, but I still hadn't fulfilled my promise to Qingwen.

"Dr. Zhang, long time no see!"

I looked up, wondering why someone recognized me, when suddenly I was startled—it was her! My first love—Qingwen.

I hurriedly stood up, pushing over the chair beside me with a rather loud thud.

Everyone in the hospital was staring at us. My face flushed, and I felt incredibly embarrassed. I was genuinely surprised, and then, grabbing Qingwen's hand, I hurried into the doctor's office.

Everyone else had gone out for dinner, leaving just the two of us in the large office.

I hugged her, years of longing culminating in this embrace.

We held each other tightly.

"Let me look at your face," I said, gazing at her pretty face. "You haven't changed."

"But you have," she said wistfully. "You got married."

I drove her back to her apartment, a small unit that didn't look like the home of a middle school teacher.

She opened the outer iron gate and led me inside.

Her living room wasn't large, containing a sofa and a television. There were three doors leading to the bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen.

I stepped onto the balcony; the street below bustled with traffic, appearing as continuous bands of white and red light in the dim night.

"She lives on the tenth floor," I thought.

After admiring the view for about half an hour, she called me into the kitchen and prepared a sumptuous dinner for me.

I poured two glasses of champagne and handed them to her.

"Consider this a toast to our longing over the years!" I said.

During dinner, we looked at each other in silence, eating quietly, occasionally smiling.

After we finished eating, she stood up to clear the dishes, and I seized the opportunity to grasp her hand, as if electrocuted.

She smiled brightly and withdrew her hand.

"You still like touching my hands, just like you used to."

I hugged her from behind, my hands cupping her soft breasts through her clothes.

I gently caressed them, our breaths quickening.

"You're so soft," I said.

I moved my hands to her waist, grabbing part of her shirt and slipping my hands inside again.

I slid my fingers across her abdomen, touching her smooth skin.

She trembled slightly.

I slipped my hand inside her bra, pinching her slightly firm nipples between my index and middle fingers, squeezing her gently, pressing my body close to hers.

I breathed in the scent of her hair, moving my left hand down to her thigh, lifting her skirt, and caressing between her legs.

I penetrated her last line of defense, parting her hairy genitals, caressing her private parts as if scratching an itch.

I "attacked" her breasts with one hand, while the other roamed over her genitals.

She seemed to enjoy my caresses.

My left hand felt a little slippery; it was her love juice.

Suddenly, she turned around, forcing my hand away from her.

"Wait a minute..." she gasped against my chest, "Let's take a shower first. Then we'll..."

I lay in her bathtub, my mind drifting back to the past, seven years ago.

Seven years ago, we were a recognized couple. I was in my final year of medical school, doing my internship, while she had just started graduate school.

We were a year apart, loved each other, and had been living together for a while, but back then it was just pure love.

Until a few days before I graduated.

Because my hometown was in the south, and she was a typical northerner, our separation was inevitable.

She kept pressuring me to go to her house to propose to her parents, but I didn't dare to make a decision because of my parents.

The night after graduation, we sat facing each other, her eyes red and looking at me with a sad expression.

I promised that after I returned to the south, I would definitely go north to marry her.

That very night, she took off her coat with her back to me. I vaguely remember her skin being so white, dazzling me. When my face was buried in her snow-white breasts, her breasts were so tender, so soft to the touch, giving me her first time.

When we stopped from our frenzy, there were tiny drops of moisture on her rosy cheeks, and her cherry-red lips were slightly parted, telling me that she would always be with me, that she was mine, that she wanted to build a sweet little family with me, that she wanted to…

After I returned to the south, my parents were naturally very welcoming to a girl from a research institute, but dramatically, her family business went bankrupt due to financial difficulties, and my future father-in-law, who was acting as guarantor, had to go into debt and sell their family business.

I knew nothing about any of this; I simply lost contact with her suddenly.

Years later, I learned of it through her old friends. The main reason she wouldn't contact me was because I was a doctor and she didn't want to be implicated in her father's debts. Hearing this, I was deeply saddened, but also angry at her overprotective behavior. I believed that love was the reason we were together, and she gave me this because we loved each other. But everything was ruined.

I took the towel she handed me and dried my wet hair. She had changed out of her standard dress and into casual loungewear.

Her breasts were noticeably firm, with two pointed bulges in the front of her top. I guessed she had taken off her bra while changing. Thinking about this reminded me of what had just happened, and my "little brother" became a little aroused.

I noticed her; she was about to take off her clothes.

With her back to me, she slowly removed her outer garment, revealing her fair skin. She turned slightly, and her beautiful breasts were vaguely visible—not large, but captivating. The pink nipples seemed to beckon me to bite and suck them.

I approached her, my hands pressing firmly on her shoulders, my heart racing, a hazy feeling washing over me.

I turned and embraced her, my hands cupping her breasts, burying my face in her soft, smooth, and fragrant hair.

I whispered in her ear, "You're so beautiful!"

I gently bit her ear, my fingers twirling a strand of hair—the familiar touch warmed my heart.

We lay down on the bed. She was wearing white casual pants, her features delicate and pretty. I knelt before her, my gaze sweeping over her from head to toe. My hands moved from her slender, shapely cheeks to her alluring breasts. I felt her nipples harden, and her breathing quicken.

This scene seemed to suggest that her mature body was ready. I moved my hands from her fair breasts to her legs and intertwined them. I lifted her legs and pulled off her loose pants. As I did so, I noticed she wasn't wearing underwear; it seemed she had planned this all along.

My heart raced, like a child who had seen something they shouldn't have.

Her body was still as fair and smooth as when I first met her. Clearly, the trials and tribulations of the years hadn't aged her; they had only added to her mature beauty.

Her delicate face, slightly full breasts, pink nipples, slender waist, fair buttocks, shapely legs, and alluring vulva were breathtaking.

I stripped her naked, and then she got up to help me undress. Her gentleness made me feel a pang of regret; I should have proposed to her when she tearfully begged me not to leave.

But now I'm a married man. Although Zhaoyi doesn't annoy me or anything, her strong, independent woman attitude puts pressure on me. I have some complaints about her, but being a nice guy by nature, I don't want to dwell on it.

I feel like something's missing between Zhaoyi and me; that strong feeling is always there.

She squatted down, and I felt a little embarrassed about the reaction in my underwear, but she pretended not to see it and took it off. My penis wasn't very hard yet, but I felt my body getting hot. When she stood up, she deliberately touched it with her body, and the sudden touch made it instantly erect.

She tiptoed and kissed my forehead, as if teasing me. Then, she turned and climbed onto the bed, her lying down incredibly alluring.

She lay on the bed, and I approached, climbed on top, and embraced her. Our lips met, our tongues intertwined, our saliva mingling. During our passionate kiss, I placed my hands on her soft buttocks, sometimes touching, sometimes kneading, sometimes pinching, feeling their smooth texture. My hands were reluctant to leave those fair, tender buttocks, those two perfectly proportioned mounds.

After a while, she propped herself up, bringing our lower bodies closer together, but my penis was pressed upwards by her abdomen.

She must have felt it too; she shifted her abdomen slightly, stimulating me.

She twisted her body from side to side, my penis sandwiched between our abdomens, the movement stimulating our pent-up desire.

I rolled over and pinned her to the bed, a surge of intense lust completely aroused within me.

Then she softly said to me, "Kiss me."

I pulled away from her lips, moving to her cheeks, ears, and neck, until I reached her chest, burying my face between her breasts.

I inhaled her intoxicating scent of milk, my hands cupping her breasts, climbing up to her nipples, sucking hard on her erect nipples.

I gently bit her nipples with the tip of my tongue, mimicking a baby's sucking, while she placed her hands on my head, stroking my hair.

But what attracted me even more was her lower body; I touched her soft pubic hair, and I knew I had reached her genitals.

I used my head to pry her legs apart, looking at her rosy vulva, which was slightly wet.

I kissed it, and she cried out, moving her legs away from my head.

She scolded me in a slightly coquettish tone, "You're so annoying!"

I lunged forward, and she giggled.

I grabbed her thighs and spread them open again. That rosy vulva felt both familiar and strange.

I asked her, "You haven't had sex with any other man in the past seven years?"

She smiled sadly and said, "I remember saying seven years ago that I was yours, and I would always be yours."

Just as I was about to say something more, she covered my lips with her fingers and shook her head, signaling me not to say anything more.

That plaintive and moving movement was truly endearing, completely arousing my primal and passionate desire.

I said, "I'm going to enter your body." Then the movements became rapid.

After adjusting my position, I thrust forward forcefully, and she let out a soft cry. I could feel her trembling slightly inside her, as if she were a virgin experiencing love for the first time.

Inside her vagina, it felt the same as before—warm and tight.

A powerful sensation washed over me.

I slowly pushed in and out, her body initially stiffening, her legs involuntarily clamping tightly around my waist.

I felt a pang of pity and asked her, lying on the bed, "Does it still hurt?"

She shook her head.

Later, she gradually relaxed, her grip on the sheets loosening.

I cared for her like a baby, and she gradually let go of her usual reserve, letting out moans of "Mmm... Ouch..."

At this moment, the frequency of my thrusts gradually increased due to pleasure, and my movements became more vigorous.

She let out low moans, urging the energy within me to erupt like a volcano about to erupt. I accelerated my thrusting, reaching peak speed during intercourse.

As her panting reached its peak, we finally reached our climax… Just as

I felt myself about to ejaculate, I quickly withdrew my penis, and a thin rope of white semen shot from the tip, coiling around her navel.

She went limp; I wondered if she too had tasted that moment of perfect union.

After a few more waves of ecstatic thrusting, I stood up, drenched in sweat, the bed sinking in.

I looked down at her like a god.

She lay sprawled out, limbs outstretched, her chest rising and falling slightly, the semen I had just ejaculated glistening on her abdomen. Looking at her satisfied and sweetly weary face, I felt an inexplicable sense of guilt.

A thirty-year-old woman, and I was her only man.

I never imagined a woman would silently sacrifice herself for me, especially since she was pretty, not strikingly beautiful but captivating.

She could have chosen not to wait for me.

It was the first time I'd ever seen a woman so willing to sacrifice for love.

For the past two or three months, I'd been relying on masturbation to satisfy my needs because of Zhaoyi's irregular periods. Qingwen's appearance brought me two benefits: I finally knew the whereabouts of my first love, and she satisfied my physical needs.

After making love, I held Qingwen and asked, "Do you resent me?"

She shook her head, saying nothing.

Just then, I glanced at the clock; it was past eight. I figured Zhaoyi had probably gone home.

I rested my head on my hands, watching Qingwen nestled sweetly against my chest, and I couldn't bear to leave her. After making love, what women need is aftercare and tenderness. If a man simply falls asleep after ejaculating, then there's no connection between the hearts and bodies of both partners, and they won't enjoy the peaceful relaxation that follows the "storm," I thought.

I hugged Qingwen tightly, and she said to me, "Can you stay with me?"

"Sure!" I decided to stay with her.

I noticed her face was flushed, like a ripe apple.

I lowered my head and gently bit her cheek, but she didn't respond, somewhat languidly.

"A woman's orgasm can last for several minutes," I murmured to myself.

I reached out and grasped her breasts, which were now very soft, quite different from their firmness during sex.

I gently kneaded her breasts, playing with her nipples, my hands caressing her chest and abdomen. She didn't moan again, only smiled contentedly and made soft "mmm" sounds.

I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, carefully placing her on the bed. Then I lay down too, holding her in my arms, and we made love on the soft bed. Surprisingly, I fell asleep.

When I got up, it was already past ten o'clock.

"Oh no!"

I quickly got out of bed and rushed into the bathroom, hastily washing away the fragrance from my body. I couldn't let Zhaoyi know about my "affair" with Qingwen.

I came out of the bathroom, and Qingwen was already up, sitting cross-legged, her body covered by a shirt.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault," she said.

I looked at her and smiled. "It's okay, it's my fault."

I walked out the door, leaving her alone.

Zhaoyi and I have been married for two years. She's been busy with her career, a true career woman, which is understandable given our five-year age difference.

She married me right after graduating from university. I've considered having a child, but she doesn't approve of interrupting her career with childbirth.

Hearing this, I didn't want to argue with her, but I still feel envious whenever I see other couples with their children.

Every time Zhaoyi and I make love, this thought makes me secretly unhappy, and I deliberately hurt her. But I hide it well; she always thinks it's because the lovemaking was too intense, which is why she complains a little afterward.

I opened the door to our house. The living room lights weren't on. I glanced around and then went into our bedroom.

Zhaoyi wasn't home.

"She must be working overtime again. What can I do? I married such a career-driven woman,"

I thought,

a little annoyed.

A few months later, Zhaoyi's case ended, and her life finally returned to normal. Her irregular periods disappeared.

"I knew it! It was all because of your work stress," I said to Zhaoyi.

She ignored me.

I felt like an idiot.

After dinner, she left the dining room, leaving me to handle the rest.

"She must have done something wrong with the case and got scolded,"

I thought as I cleared the dishes.

"I really don't know why she works so hard, it's not like we're short of money."

I turned on the kitchen tap, but the sound of water didn't stop.

I heard the sound of water, the sound of water from the bathroom.

She was getting ready to take a shower.

My mind wandered, "We haven't had proper sex in months, she must really need it..."

The more I thought about it, the stronger my physical reaction became. I wanted to have a passionate and intense sexual encounter with Zhaoyi, maybe she was just hinting that she needed it.

Lost in thought, I fiddled with the dishes for a bit and then went into the bedroom. Just as she was about to go into the bathroom, I grabbed her and hugged her.

I kissed Zhaoyi's face, and my hands began to slide from her back to her buttocks. I slipped my hands slightly under her tight skirt, and my tongue entered her mouth, like a beautiful piece of classical music.

I pulled down her panties and unbuttoned her shirt. Her pink bra, encasing her full breasts, strongly attracted me.

Just as my hand was about to caress her private parts further, she pushed me away, quickly pulled her shirt up, and brushed off the wrinkles.

She said coldly, "No! I'm not feeling well today."

Then she turned and went into the bathroom. I could hear the sound of her entering the tub from inside, and I, as her husband, was left out. I felt a surge of anger and shame.

Just as I was about to lose my temper, a thought suddenly flashed through my mind.

"Never mind, I'll go find Qingwen..."

I pushed open the iron door, and as soon as I saw Qingwen, I eagerly embraced her and we kissed passionately. After we closed the door while still kissing, she breathed heavily and nestled against my chest.

I said somewhat hastily, "I need you, I want to make love, with you..."

She lowered her head shyly.

"Promise me, okay?" I asked her impatiently.

She nodded shyly, and I was overjoyed. I picked her up and kissed her cheek.

Her blushing face turned even pinker, as if she had lost the reserve a woman should have, feeling embarrassed for asking me for sex.

She was just agreeing to my request!

I pressed her against the wall, impatiently tearing open her top, pulling down her long skirt and underwear.

At the same time, she unzipped my pants, revealing my burgeoning penis.

Then I lifted her leg with my right hand, and after aiming at the opening where we would merge, I began to penetrate and contract. We didn't even caress each other at first; it was indeed a bit uncomfortable at first. Qingwen's vagina couldn't prepare enough love juice for the sudden intrusion of my penis. I could feel her discomfort; her moans were louder than usual when we made love.

"Huff, huff..." I pushed in, making sounds with my mouth.

And she responded to me, her low moans continuing.

I gradually began to treat Qingwen like my wife. In fact, whenever we were intimate, I wished she were really my lover, a slender, delicate, and considerate woman already showing signs of being wet.

Qingwen's top was disheveled, and her skirt was mostly torn off, vaguely revealing her thighs and pubic hair, as if she had just been raped.

We walked hand in hand into the bedroom.

As soon as I saw the bed, I flopped down onto it, and she covered her mouth and laughed when she saw my foolishness.

She tossed me a pair of pants, "I bought these for you, try them on."

I got up and dressed, and after I finished, I reached out and secretly pinched her tender buttocks.

"You're so annoying! Taking advantage of me!" she glared at me.

"We were making love so intensely just now, what's a little bit of tofu?" I teased her.

"Hurry up and change your clothes, you look like you've just been raped."

She made a face at me, "If anyone's being raped, it'll be you!"

I was watching TV in the bedroom while Qingwen went out to cook.

I watched for a while, then turned off the TV and went outside.

Qingwen was cooking in the room. I tiptoed over and tightly grasped her breasts from behind. She turned around and kissed me. Our tongues were tied together. We both knew exactly what would happen next, but we had already made love. I just couldn't bear to look at her.

It seems our relationship has shifted from the pure love we had when we first met to a passionate, lustful one.

"Why not? It's a blessing to have two wives," I thought.

I opened the door and entered the room, catching a faint scent—Zhaoyi's usual perfume.

"Is she back?"

I continued into the bedroom. Zhaoyi was asleep in bed.

A note for me lay on the bedside table.

It only had a few words: "Wake me up after work."

I read it; she was sleeping soundly.

I couldn't bear to wake her, so I loosened my tie, prepared a change of clothes, and went to take a shower.

The water was just right, neither too hot nor too cold.

After showering, I changed into my pajamas. As I sat on the edge of the bed, an arm suddenly wrapped around me.

Zhaoyi kissed my cheek, her hands pressed against my chest, her breasts against my back, slowly shifting occasionally. The oppressive feeling was alluring, clearly a pleas for pleasure. I picked her up, but she struggled out of my embrace.

She said mysteriously and ambiguously, "Wait a moment, I'll finish my shower."

Then, in the room, she undressed completely and walked naked into the bathroom.

Just the sight of her undressing had already made my blood boil. I sat restless on the bed, and finally, unable to resist the allure of her smooth, fragrant body, I rushed into the bathroom.

Zhaoyi cried out, and when she saw it was me, her almond-shaped eyes widened. I didn't give her a chance to speak and forcefully kissed her lips. Then I took off my pajamas, stepped into the bathtub, adjusted my position, and we made love.

The water in the bathtub rippled with the rhythm of my thrusts, and Zhaoyi let out soul-stirring cries. I felt her cries were louder than Qingwen's, perhaps because she was my legitimate husband, unlike Qingwen whose relationship with me was illicit and who was afraid of what others would say.

Thinking of this, I felt a little guilty towards Zhaoyi, but soon, the guilt was driven away by excitement.

As we approached climax, her moans became increasingly exaggerated. Because I was using a rear-entry position, her hip movements were also quite intense. The fierce friction made both Zhaoyi and I completely lose ourselves, indulging in the pleasure of intercourse. My glans was inside her vagina, and the soft vagina made it feel like there was no room for my hard penis. I wrapped my arms around her waist and used the strength of my waist and hips to thrust forward. She knelt on the edge of the tub, her hands holding onto the edge. My lower body was pressed against her buttocks. The water level was about three centimeters below my penis. With each thrust, there was a wave of flesh that vibrated, which reached her chest and made her breasts bounce back and forth. Water was splashed onto both of us from time to time, making a sound.

In this environment, consciousness was completely blurred, and there was only one path forward: reaching climax.

"Don't stop... Don't stop... Ah... Ahh..." Zhaoyi cried out somewhat exaggeratedly, gripping my hands tightly as I held her waist.

I was drenched in sweat, beads of sweat dripping from the tip of my nose onto her back and buttocks.

As we approached climax, her moans became increasingly exaggerated. Because I was using a rear-entry position, her hip movements were also quite intense. The fierce friction made both Zhaoyi and I completely lose ourselves, indulging in the pleasure of intercourse. My glans was inside her vagina, and the soft vagina made it feel like there was no room for my hard penis. I wrapped my arms around her waist and used the strength of my waist and hips to thrust forward. She knelt on the edge of the tub, her hands holding onto the edge. My lower body was pressed against her buttocks. The water level was about three centimeters below my penis. With each thrust, there was a wave of flesh that vibrated, which reached her chest and made her breasts bounce back and forth. Water was splashed onto both of us from time to time, making a sound.

In this environment, consciousness was completely blurred, and the only path forward was to reach climax.

"Don't stop... Don't stop... Ah... Ahh..." Zhaoyi cried out somewhat exaggeratedly, gripping my hands tightly as I held her waist.

I was drenched in sweat, beads of sweat dripping from my nose onto her back and buttocks.

After a few minutes, I gradually became exhausted and finally couldn't hold back any longer. I let out a soft cry and quickly withdrew from her body.

I habitually pulled my penis out, letting my semen flow onto her beautiful buttocks.

Because I had promised her that we could only consider having children when she had achieved success in her career, I didn't want to use a condom or have Zhaoyi take birth control pills, so I used the safest method: "interrupted intercourse."

Everything quieted down. She rolled over and lay in the bathtub, her eyes and lips closed, as if telling me of her satisfaction.

I remained kneeling, my penis now limp, a drop of fluid at the tip falling onto the water.

She slightly opened her eyes and spread her arms, saying, "Hold me."

So I lay down in the water too, and she pressed her lips to mine. I accepted her passionate kiss, our tongues entwining in our mouths, still wanting more...

I opened my mouth, letting her fluids flow from my tongue into my mouth. I used my fingers to separate her labia, stroking her clitoris with my index finger, sometimes pinching it between my thumb and forefinger, sometimes licking it with my tongue, sometimes biting it. Every movement brought her pleasure, and we were tightly intertwined.

After playing with her genitals for a while, I patted her buttocks. She stood up from her lying position and came to my genitals. She grasped it, stroking it up and down several times. Then she knelt between my thighs, caressing my penis with her hands and licking the glans with her tongue, like licking an ice pop. She even took the whole thing into her mouth, simulating her vagina, stimulating me up and down to make me feel good. My penis became hard from her playing, and I began to want to have intercourse.

So I stood up, and she lay down on the bed, spreading her legs. A dark mass grew on her fair body, and within the darkness, a pink opening was for my penis.

I rubbed my glans several times with my hands, then bent my knee and thrust into her vagina.

Sometimes she would lick my glans with her tongue, sometimes she would purse her lips and suck on it.

I held her buttocks, moving her wet lower body in front of me, and began to "please" her.

I licked her with my tongue; her labia were already glistening with love juice.

I couldn't hold back, and my semen shot out from the glans, covering her face. The hot, thick white fluid slowly dripped from her nose, and she licked it up with her tongue.

As a doctor, I knew that semen contained a lot of protein, but I just laughed off the idea that semen could be good for beauty.

She licked it, and then took my limp penis into her mouth and sucked on it.

She seemed to know very well how to please me.

I stroked her hair and said gently, "No, I'll make love to you next time I come!"

After ejaculating, I felt very tired, but I had to go home soon, so I had to take a shower to get rid of Qingwen's perfume and the sweaty smell from our lovemaking.

I lay in the bathtub, and Qingwen sat down naked in the tub.

She picked up the soap and helped me wash. Lying in the warm water, with my beloved woman serving me, the sensory stimulation and spiritual comfort were indescribable.

After we finished washing, we walked out of the bathroom, dried each other, and lay naked on the bed in the bedroom.

I told Qingwen, "I want to divorce Zhaoyi and marry you."

Qingwen asked in surprise, "Why?"

I answered her, "Because I love you. I love women like you who are so captivating. Besides, I promised you seven years ago."

She said somewhat resentfully, "The only reason I'm with you again is to rekindle our lost love. I don't need any guarantees from you, and I don't want to break up your family." Her voice trailed off, "I... I just want you to be with me, cook with me, watch TV with me, and... make love with me... I don't care if I'm your wife... or whether I should be officially recognized as your wife..."

I asked her: "Don't you feel bitter? Why won't you agree to be with me? Seven years ago, didn't we sign a 'lifelong contract'? Have you forgotten?"

She climbed out of bed, walked to the dressing table, and with her back to me, answered me with a sob in her voice: "That time, I gave up voluntarily. I love you, but I can't ask you to jump from another woman to me. Recently, things have turned out this way between us. I've already wronged your wife. I don't want to be a 'bad woman' who breaks up other people's families..." I

got out of bed, and she was already crying excitedly. I hugged her. "Don't worry, you're not a bad woman. You'll always be my most adorable Qingwen."

She buried her face in my chest and cried passionately. "I wish I were your wife now. Every time I see other couples, I'm so envious. Every night I stare at the ceiling alone, wishing you were here with me, holding me..."

I hugged her tightly, my heart filled with sorrow.

"But I can't. I'm just your mistress, Zhaoyi is your wife. Promise me, don't do this, okay?"

Back home, I didn't say a word. Anyway, Zhaoyi and I had never spoken much before, only exchanging a few words when I made advances towards her or she made advances towards me.

For several days in a row, I just went through the routine of getting up, waking Zhaoyi, and going to work. I began to doubt whether I still had patience for Zhaoyi. I did most of the housework, and even woke her up for work. How different was this woman from Qingwen? When I came home from work, she had never cooked dinner for me even once. She was a strong woman at work, but she was terrible as a wife. I suddenly felt very disgusted with her. Qingwen's appearance was a turning point in my life and brought me new life. Only in that small apartment could I feel warmth. Did I marry Zhaoyi, this baby-making machine? No! She wouldn't even let me touch her!

After work, I was very envious of the elderly couple in the hospital. Although they were old and frail, they loved each other very much.

"This is what love and marriage are all about," I muttered to myself. "Would Zhaoyi really think like this? Humph!"

I drove home. Zhaoyi had left a note; she was going to an important social event and asked me to prepare the following late-night snacks for her.

Upon receiving this message, I was instantly enraged. "What does she mean! Who does she think I am!"

I cursed angrily, retaliating.

Suddenly, I thought of Qingwen. "I'll go find Qingwen!"

I drove straight to Qingwen's small apartment. I needed the warmth of a family she provided!

In the car, I thought about how to confront Zhaoyi, but a wave of emotion washed over me. I'd changed. Was it Qingwen's influence?

"No, she's so considerate..." Thinking of Zhaoyi made me feel a little guilty.

I shook my head vigorously. "Who cares?" I thought.

When she saw me, she happily hugged me and kissed me passionately.

"What's wrong? Is something bothering you?"

I asked vaguely, and seeing that I didn't want to talk about it, she didn't press further.

Qingwen and I sat quietly facing each other, eating dinner.

After dinner, she got up to clear the dishes and went into the kitchen to wash them.

"Swish..." The sound of running water filled the air. I went into the kitchen, and there she was.

I reached out to hug her, and the plate in her hands slipped into the sink, splashing water everywhere.

I whispered in her ear, "I need you..."

I lay on the floor, my hands cupping Qingwen's beautiful breasts. She sat on my hard penis, her hips moving back and forth. I rubbed against her, the feeling was so pleasurable. I said to Qingwen ambiguously, "Today I want to see how you serve me."

She didn't answer, but there was a slight shyness on her face, and she sometimes made sounds because of the vigorous movements. I could clearly feel the pleasure of my glans touching her vaginal walls.

Just as I was about to climax, I withdrew from her. It takes some willpower and patience to withdraw your penis from your lover when you're so hot.

I said to Qingwen, who was panting, "I'm going to make love to you properly today, once, twice, three times..."

Her flushed face looked beautiful. We left the bedroom, turned on the TV, and rolled onto the edge of the bed. We shared another passionate kiss. After a while, I lifted her up from between her breasts with my hands. My hands weren't idle; I caressed her breasts before reluctantly letting go, and we watched TV together.

Then, about half an hour later, as if by telepathy, we embraced again, kissed, caressed, and made love.

I was on top, and she was on the bottom, the point where our naked bodies met swaying constantly.

We made love almost every hour, and I always withdrew at the crucial moment. I no longer wanted to see Zhaoyi. All the resentment I'd harbored over the years erupted when Qingwen appeared, transforming into this violent outburst.

I lay on the bed, Qingwen nestled against me.

A glistening, slippery liquid covered us—her love juice.

Time ticked by, and my strength waned, but when I saw Qingwen lying on the floor, panting and moaning from my thrusts, I couldn't bear to lessen my momentum.

I pushed her away forcefully, and gradually she began to grip me tightly.

Her moans ceased, replaced by a series of ecstatic groans.

I was also intoxicated by this world of love and desire.

Time stood still, space vanished, and between Qingwen and me, only waves of excitement and stimulation remained. The thrill kept shooting through my brain, pushing me to the peak of spiritual and sexual ecstasy.

I changed our position, entering her from behind.

She knelt on the bathroom floor as I thrust forward.

Her fleshy buttocks slammed against my genitals, giving me considerable pleasure.

"So good!" I thought.

I reached out and grasped her breasts, which were suspended in mid-air. I squeezed and kneaded those two beautiful and alluring mounds of flesh, and she moaned intensely.

"Ah...ah..."

Water gushed from the showerhead, soaking her flowing hair. We were both being washed by the water, a gentle caress.

I moved forward,

then backward. Her "little hole" enveloped me, a warm, indescribable pleasure washing over me. The more intense my thrusts, the louder her screams.

Finally, I reached my climax.

We both climaxed in that instant.

I could clearly feel the spasms as I ejaculated inside her, wave after wave. I imagined each ejaculation shooting rapidly and directly into her uterus, then sticking to the walls of her vagina, where billions of sperm would search for eggs, fulfilling the task of continuing life.

I felt excited, pleasure, and an indescribable feeling.

Qingwen seemed to relax, no longer moaning.

She simply opened her mouth, her lips slightly parted, breathing heavily.

Although I had "released" inside her, I was still inside her. I released her legs, which I had lifted, and bent down to kiss her.

I whispered in her ear, "Are you comfortable and happy? Is this okay?"

She nodded, gazing at me with a satisfied smile, so beautiful.

I picked up the limp Qingwen, walked out of the bathroom, and, exhausted, drifted off to sleep on the bed.

I went home, and Zhaoyi, who had been waiting for me all night, was reclining on the sofa, asleep.

She was woken by the sound of me opening the bedroom door and stormed in, angrily demanding to know where I'd been all night and why I hadn't done what she'd asked me to do.

I ignored her, and she slapped me hard across the face. For a moment, time seemed to freeze there.

I don't hit women, that's my principle.

But I was furious, so I slammed my suitcase at her feet, glaring at her coldly to express my anger.

She stared at me in astonishment for a moment, then burst into tears.

I went to the study alone.

The day passed like this.

In the following days, my cold war with Zhaoyi reached its peak, but after a short while, about seven or eight days, this strong woman's stance actually softened!

She seemed to apologize to me, and on the night I finally came home on time, she made me dinner. I didn't want to hurt her too much, so we sat facing each other in silence and ate.

After dinner, we went into our bedroom.

Since she wasn't giving me the cold shoulder anymore, there was no need for this one-sided cold war.

However, she didn't suspect me of having an affair or anything; she still believed in my character. Perhaps my previous behavior had been too lenient.

I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, when the door opened. I looked in and saw Zhaoyi approaching, wearing a semi-transparent nightgown. The semi-transparent nightgown couldn't hide her mature body, her pointed breasts, her dark genitals, and her long, slender legs. She was only wearing that one garment.

She took my hand, and said to me shyly yet alluringly, "I want it."

She closed her eyes, leaned in to kiss me,

but I stubbornly turned my face away .

Thinking I was still angry, she pressed closer.

I pushed her away, coldly saying, "Get away! Don't touch me!"

Her whole demeanor changed upon hearing this. She initially yelled at me, but my indifference chilled her.

Her attitude shifted dramatically; the usually aloof and unapproachable strong woman vanished.

For the first time, I realized how vulnerable she was beneath her strong facade.

She jumped out of bed, her eyes filling with tears. She moved closer to me and, in an almost sobbing voice, told me she couldn't stand our silence anymore. She asked what was wrong, why I wasn't talking to her anymore, and whether I had lost my infatuation with her.

I wanted to confront her, but I worried that if Qingwen found out, she might cut off all contact with me. I didn't want to lose her.

I got up and left the bedroom.

She was crying in the room.

I locked the guest room door, because I didn't want to say another word to her.

I snuggled into the covers, my penis slightly erect from what had just happened.

I slapped my head hard and said, "How could I think about that guy?"

But I started to feel desire. "I'll go see Qingwen tomorrow."

Zhaoyi didn't come to see me all night.

I drove to Qingwen's apartment, but she wasn't there.

About a week later, I went to see her every day.

"What's going on? Could something have happened?"

I thought to myself, something's not right. I drove to the middle school where she worked.

As soon as I approached the office, I saw her female colleague. I went up to her and asked, and she gave me a hesitant answer.

Undeterred, I walked out of the teachers' office and was shocked to see Qingwen about to leave the school. I rushed forward to grab her.

I grabbed her arm and forcefully turned her around. Her pale face revealed an indescribable sadness. She looked at me with resentment, and in the brief moment I grabbed her, she ran away from my grasp. I chased after her, and she threw out a sentence: "I love you!"

Then she got into her colleague's car, leaving me standing there, staring blankly.

I lived my days in despair, while Zhaoyi took a long leave of absence.

Although I stopped speaking to her, Zhaoyi unusually focused on taking care of me. She knew something must have happened to make me like this, and she had indeed wondered if I was having an affair. But she was incredibly gentle at this moment, and my stance gradually softened.

During the days we lived separately in the guest room, I would hear Zhaoyi sobbing on quiet nights. I wondered why, if she needed my comfort so much, she was suppressing me like a strong woman.

I once asked her for a divorce, but she ran into the room crying, her face streaked with tears. I couldn't bear it, and I also realized that I had no right to hurt the heart of a wife who loved me.

Qingwen and I avoided each other. I felt like a rudderless ship, drifting aimlessly. I applied for sick leave from the hospital, but they didn't know what had happened. They assumed it was because of my guilt over not being able to save a critically injured car accident victim during my shift the previous day.

Six months later, I felt much better and went back to work.

Zhaoyi also resigned from her job, giving up what she loved.

She now focuses on taking care of me, and things have improved between us considerably.

During a conversation with Zhaoyi, I learned that the reason she acted like a strong woman to control me was because she didn't want to "spoil" me too much. In her mind, doctors were all philanderers who would neglect their wives, and only by properly "disciplining" them could they prevent their husbands from straying.

I could only smile bitterly.

Time really does heal wounds, and my impression of Qingwen began to blur.

I was still worried about her illness.

"Is it really cancer?" I didn't dare to think about her current condition. "Early-stage cancer can be cured... Maybe it's just a misdiagnosis, and she doesn't actually have the disease, just a minor ailment."

Zhaoyi and I had been in a low mood for about seven months, which finally ended after a kiss.

I apologized to her rather embarrassedly, and she cried tears of joy.

After kissing, we made love, releasing the pent-up desire of seven months in a passionate encounter.

I ejaculated inside Zhaoyi.

She promised to give me a healthy, chubby baby.

Saying goodbye to Qingwen, but gaining Zhaoyi in return, I didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

A year and a few months later, Qingwen never reappeared.

In the torrent of my memories, the days I spent with her had faded into the past, and Zhaoyi and I had completely returned to the life before meeting Qingwen. However, this time we were even more loving, and our married life became incredibly sweet, intensely affectionate.

This was something I could never have imagined before.

Perhaps I should thank Qingwen.

I lay down, my face pressed against Zhaoyi's breast, breathing heavily.

Zhaoyi gently stroked my hair, tiny beads of sweat appearing on our skin.

We had just made love.

"You were so rough, you almost hurt me."

"How could I control myself? The way you were just now forced me to."

"You're so annoying!"

I hugged her from behind, my hands gently caressing her, stroking her breasts, lightly touching the spot where we had been.

I asked her, "Does it still hurt?"

She shook her head.

I rolled over and pinned her down, biting her nipple and tasting it lightly.

"You've never been like this before," she continued. "You just go to sleep after sex, I didn't know sex was so beautiful."

I licked her nipple with the tip of my tongue.

"Hmm... so I didn't really want to have sex with you..."

I kissed her lips.

"Why didn't you tell me how you felt and what you thought? If you had told me sooner, none of this unpleasantness would have happened," I paused. "Our fatal flaw used to be poor communication..." she began

. "Back then, I was such a strong woman, would I have told you these things?"

She smiled bitterly.

"Don't say it," I sealed her lips with mine. "Let bygones be bygones!"

I slipped my tongue into her mouth, moved my hands apart her legs, positioning myself between them.

She laughed, "You've already done it, do you want more?"

I shifted my position, pushing my now erect member into her. "My wife is so alluring, how could I bear to only do it once?"

One day, I was reading in the study when Zhaoyi came in.

Zhaoyi's words implied that she knew everything about my past with Qingwen, but suggested that she would forgive and forget.

I knew the implication in her words, but I was too anxious to care. I just wanted to know what happened to Qingwen, where she was.

I went up to her and asked urgently.

Zhaoyi stood in front of me, muttering bitterly to herself, "Sigh! He's still..."

Her voice was weak and choked with sobs as she asked me to go somewhere with her.

I walked out with her and saw Zhaoyi's four-month pregnant belly. I began to feel unsure how to handle this extramarital affair.

"I will break up with Qingwen," I thought sadly to myself. "Or with Zhaoyi?"

I walked towards the hospital where I worked. Inside the towering building, many life-and-death separations happened every day. When I first started working at this hospital, I was saddened by the death of a patient in a certain bed. But after witnessing so many sad and unforgettable things, I became numb. I always thought that nothing could make me sad, but I failed—because I had also been saddened by losing Qingwen.

I saw a person with their face covered by a white veil by the hospital bed, and my heart skipped a beat. "Qingwen?"

Startled, I walked over dejectedly. I saw her trying to say something to me, but she couldn't make a sound.

Xiao Li told me from the side, "Terminal leukemia. Even if you're her attending physician, you're helpless."

I looked at him, my heart filled with boundless sorrow.

"Xiao Zhang, all you can do now is stay by her side and let her leave this world without any worries," he said, patting my shoulder comfortingly.

"I'll be with you, you won't die, you absolutely won't..." I said sadly.

At this moment, Qingwen looked at me with fervent eyes peeking out from behind her mask. In those eyes, there seemed to be a sense of ease and gentleness. I didn't know why she showed such a look. She stretched out her palm, and after a long time, her palm had lost its former plumpness and tenderness, replaced by dry and weak paleness.

She grasped my hand with that weak hand, but after a short while, her hand slipped out of mine.

I cried out, "Qingwen!"

I yelled at Zhaoyi and Qingwen's colleagues, "You hid it from me! She's so sick, why didn't you tell me? Do you know how much she needs me?"

Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. I grabbed Zhaoyi tightly, "You...you..."

Her eyes were red from crying too. She shook her head silently. I threw my hands up and knelt down, tears falling to the floor. Zhaoyi came closer, and I buried my face in her chest.

"I'm a doctor, why didn't she tell me she had cancer?"

Zhaoyi hugged me as I cried. Although she knew I had been unfaithful, she looked like a loving mother comforting a grieving child.

Even before she died, Qingwen wouldn't let me see her haggard face and her frail life. Just as she said in her last letter to me, the days she spent with me were unforgettable memories in the final days of her life, whether it was during our university years or those short few months…

I held a bouquet of flowers, followed by Zhaoyi and our two sons, and sadly placed them at Qingwen's grave.

It's all over now, but I still haven't fulfilled my promise to Qingwen.

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