He had an affair with his girlfriend's mother.

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It was three years ago when I met her. She was youthful and radiant, four years younger than me. I was born in 1978, and

she was born in 1982. That year, I was 24, and she was 20. We met quite by chance. She was very beautiful. From our initial acquaintance to becoming familiar with each other, we gradually became friends. She was naturally beautiful, with long hair and a great figure. She was the kind of gentle and kind girl.

To be honest, our meeting was really accidental, mainly because she stepped on my foot on the bus. At the time, I was going to the market to buy clothes for a classmate's wedding, and coincidentally, we were going to the same place to buy things, and she was going for the same purpose. As a result, we went together, and slowly, we got to know each other and became friends.

Don't misunderstand, we were just very good, ordinary friends.

Maybe it's because I treated her like my little sister, and instead of desperately trying to please her like other guys do, I won her over, so we ended up having things to talk about. She's a girl from a single-parent family, very independent and with a strong personality.

To be honest, I don't like girlfriends younger than me. I've had a few girlfriends before, the youngest being less than a year younger than me. She once asked me, "Why don't you like me?" I said, "I like you. How can we be friends if I don't?" She laughed, "Don't you want to pursue me? You're not gay, are you?" I smacked her on the head and said I don't like minors. Our relationship continued, and we became close friends who could talk about anything. I'm also wondering why I don't like her. She has a great figure and is pretty, but I just'm not interested.

Is there something wrong with me? No, do I get a reaction when watching porn? Many boys pursued her, and I became her shield. She didn't like them, and she wasn't sure what kind of boy she liked. A girl raised in a single-parent family, her thoughts must be a bit strange, right?

We were very happy together, and I took good care of her. Perhaps because she was from a single-parent family, I thought there must be some psychological shadows, so I took extra care of her.

I didn't have a girlfriend, and my apartment was very messy. She often came to help me tidy up. When she was upset, she liked to come here to surf the internet. One day, she came to see me, and she was crying. I asked her why, and she said she had argued with her mother.

I rarely asked her about her family before, afraid of hurting her feelings. You know, it's sensitive to ask about family matters when you're from a single-parent family. She told me about her family. She didn't know who her father was. Her mother had her when she was 17 and was with her boyfriend at the time. Both her mother and boyfriend were still children then, so you can imagine what happened.

In those early days of reform and opening up, this was a huge deal. Her mother insisted on having the child and was forced to drop out of school. The boy was also disciplined and later went to another city and was never seen again. Her mother could only give birth to the child herself and then started working at a young age. She didn't have a formal job. Her maternal grandparents also hated her mother, but after all, she was their daughter. In the end, they helped her set up a small stall to sell things.

It might be ironic, but those who ventured into business early on seem to be doing quite well, while those who worked in factories are facing layoffs. Her mother, after years of hard work, should have had an even better life, but she had to raise her child and didn't have much money, though her family was relatively well-off. Because

her maternal grandparents disowned her and refused to pay child support, her grandparents eventually passed away when her mother was a little older than she is now. Her mother then raised her alone, and it's important to remember that her mother wasn't very old herself. I was deeply moved and think her mother is truly remarkable.

I've forgotten what I asked her, and I don't remember why she argued with her mother. But I remember she was very sad. She felt she shouldn't have argued with her mother and felt very sorry for her. I tried to comfort her for a long time, and slowly, she calmed down. I told her to call her mother to apologize first, and then I would take her home.

That was the first time I went to her house. Actually, I didn't go inside; I just walked her to the door. It was very late that day, and besides, it's not okay to bring a boy home casually. I only walked her to the door. She knocked on the door, but to avoid any misunderstanding, I didn't appear. Of course, I didn't see her mother, but I heard her mother's voice, "You're back."

The next day, she was very happy and came to see me. She and her mother had made up, and of course, her proactive apology played a big role, because her mother hadn't expected her to apologize so readily. Actually, I was also wondering about it; children from single-parent families are often stubborn and rarely take the initiative to lower themselves.

She said her mother was also puzzled by this, and after some questioning, she revealed my existence. I jokingly asked her if she wasn't afraid her mother would ask her about it, and if her mother would probably think I was the boy pursuing her.

She told me that her mother had indeed questioned her for a long time, but she wasn't afraid. There was nothing between us, so of course she wasn't scared. However, it did take a long time to explain, but thankfully, she understood.

Then, I asked her if her mother had suggested inviting such a nice boy over for dinner. I smiled and said, "I'm afraid that's not your mother's idea, but rather yours."

"You guessed it," she said, "but Mom agreed." "Are you going?" she asked. "

Yes, of course! I can have a big meal, of course I'll go. I'm living alone and I'm always worried about not getting good food.

" "My mom's a great cook," she said. "Then I'll definitely go!" So, I went to buy some things to prepare for her visit. She didn't want me to buy anything, but I said, "It's our first time, just some fruit. After all, I'm a guest. Even though we're not meeting as boyfriend and girlfriend, buying some fruit is normal. But since you accepted my fruit, I'll eat twice as much as you want."

We laughed and prepared for dinner at her house the next day. I never dreamed that this ordinary visit to a friend's house would become a turning point in my life.

I entered her home. It was large, but not too luxurious. I put the fruit on the table, and her mother came out of the kitchen. When I saw her mother, my first impression was that she was very beautiful, with long hair like a waterfall and arched eyebrows. To be honest, I'm not very good at describing people's appearances, but I knew that she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

Actually, I was prepared because she had said her mother was even prettier than her, and that she had inherited her mother's looks. But I was still quite surprised. Her mother was very well-maintained. Although her mother was only 16 years older than her, she was still in her thirties, but she looked like her older sister. She had a great figure, was about 170 cm tall, only half a head shorter than me, and wore a light green dress. Her voice was soft, melodious, and elegant.

Her mother seemed a little surprised when she saw me, but quickly smiled and said, "You must be Xiaoqiang, the one Xiaoxue mentioned." I said, "Yes, I'm Xiaoqiang." At this point, I was also stunned, and everyone burst into laughter. The gathering that day went very well. We talked a lot, and her mother and we didn't look any different in age. Everyone enjoyed themselves, and she even invited me to come visit sometime. That's how I met her for the first time, but I didn't call her by her name; I called her "Auntie." Like

anything else, once you start, you'll want to go again and again. After visiting Xue's house once, perhaps because the meeting went relatively well, Xue trusted me more, and I started going again and again. Sometimes her mother was home, sometimes she wasn't. But because I went so often, I felt more at ease even when her mother wasn't home. Of course, other boys were definitely out of the question; even when her mother was home, it was unacceptable, let alone when she wasn't.

Of course, when her other friends found out about my treatment, they objected. However, when they saw Xue pout, they didn't dare say anything. Who would offend the girl they were pursuing? That would be asking for trouble. Fortunately, at least the boy pursuing her got used to my presence and stopped glaring at me. Offending her brother would be even more unwise.

I became the only one who could come and go from her house. Since I was also alone, I gradually went to her house more often. Don't think I was going to see her mother; the real reason was mainly to freeload meals.

Of course, there's no such thing as a free lunch. My contribution was cleaning her room because her mother wouldn't let me wash the dishes, so I cleaned her room instead. Maybe boys don't do housework as much, or maybe it's because I've been living alone, but I was pretty good at it and earned a reward from her mother.

On Sunday, she was going shopping for clothes for a high school reunion and outing, and she asked me to come along. The main reason was that a boy insisted on coming too; hopefully, with me there, he'd back off. But we miscalculated. The boy still wanted to follow me, so she had to bring her mother along as well, which finally scared him off.

When the three of us walked out of the house together, the boy was still watching from a distance. Since we were already out, we decided to go together, even though we didn't necessarily have to buy anything. We were already out, so we might as well go shopping. Originally, I only wanted to buy Xue a pair of casual pants, but that day I saw quite a few clothes that I liked, so we spent the whole day shopping. Luckily, I often go shopping myself, otherwise I would have been exhausted. Xue probably rarely shops with her mother, because the two of them had a great time and visited many shopping malls. Of course, she always asked for my opinion when trying on clothes, since men and women have different tastes.

Xue and her mother are natural clothes hangers; everything they wear looks good. Her mother also bought a few outfits—very tasteful (not sexy), very individualistic, and full of style. Of course, I couldn't resist praising them too—not flattery, but genuine praise; women all love compliments, right? The shopping trip ended just like that, and I was very happy. We were going to have a big meal that night, because her mother's cooking is so delicious.

She went on a trip for over a week. I don't understand; do trips that don't involve a tour group always last longer? Maybe it's because there's no time constraint.

The day Xue left, I went to Xue's house again, but to be honest, Xue wasn't home, and I felt awkward going.

Xue left in the morning. Her mother and I saw her off, and then we went back together. Her mother was free that day, and we chatted on the way back. She casually asked me where I was going to eat lunch. I said I didn't know, so her mother suggested we eat at her house. She was just being polite, and I declined, but I genuinely didn't know where to eat, so I just said okay.

Then her mother said she was going to the mall to buy groceries, and I realized what she meant. I quickly said no, but my contradictory answers made me feel awkward. Her mother, of course, insisted, since I had initially said I wanted to go. Let's go grocery shopping. But you know, supermarkets have vegetable sections and clothing sections too. Clothes always appeal to women, so we ended up lingering in the clothing section. Oh well, we just finished shopping a few days ago, so maybe we weren't quite done yet. Let's continue! Of course, shopping involves trying on clothes, so let's try them on. There

were two of us; her mother was trying on clothes, and I, of course, was offering advice.

Unexpectedly, we ended up shopping for lunchtime. What to do? We hadn't bought any groceries yet. So, we decided to eat out. What we ate wasn't important; the important thing was that we wouldn't have to buy groceries afterward. Our ultimate goal for shopping was gone. What to do? After discussion, we reaffirmed our ultimate goal: to buy groceries and have dinner at her house that evening. Buying groceries wouldn't take that much time, so we could continue shopping in the afternoon and waste the time.

And so, after lunch, we set off again, heading straight to a street full of clothing stores. We finally finished our shopping in the afternoon, buying quite a few clothes. There were some unpleasant moments though; I don't know why, but some clothing stores don't allow trying things on, and there are no fitting rooms. Her mother was worried, but I told her we could just try them on at home. Our love for the clothes trumped everything, so we bought them. These days, every store seems to copy us; several items weren't even tried on.

Finally, after buying a huge amount of stuff, we went to buy groceries. To reward me for accompanying her shopping, her mother bought a lot of groceries, to the point that I kept telling her, "Auntie, you don't need any more."

In the evening, when we arrived at Xue's house, they started cooking. I helped out, and we ate and chatted, even having a little wine—but don't get me wrong, just a tiny bit, nothing special happened, we just talked a lot. Although I call her mother "Auntie," she's only 12 years older than me, so there's no generation gap.

We ate and chatted, and continued chatting after dinner. Perhaps her mother doesn't have many friends to talk to, because we talked very late, until about 11 pm, about everything under the sun, from life ideals to TV commercials.

"Auntie, I have to go now, it's too late. Thank you for dinner." "Don't mention it, you also helped me buy a lot of things. Oh, I haven't tried on the clothes yet." "Then try them on now." As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted it. How could I let my friend's mother change clothes at home in the middle of the night? It was obvious she wanted to show me after changing.

Thankfully, her mother hesitated for less than a second before saying okay.

Then she said she'd go change in a minute. Her mother kept changing outfits, and they all looked really beautiful. I couldn't help but praise her, but I also gave her a lot of feedback. The clothes, skirts, and pants were bought separately, and we wanted different combinations, so we kept swapping outfits. Maybe it was because I wasn't just praising her, but offering suggestions, that we started discussing how to coordinate the clothes. After coming up with an idea, we'd try them on, discuss them again, and find things we weren't happy with—for example, the waist could be slimmer,

so we'd make alterations. Of course, it was just minor alterations; after all, I'm not a tailor. But they really did look better after the alterations. Now that I think about it, when watching women change clothes, you can't just praise them blindly; offering appropriate suggestions is much better. I didn't expect we'd end up trying on clothes until after 2 a.m.

We were both exhausted, and I wanted to leave, but it was late. Her mother said we could stay there. I don't know why, but instead of just being polite, I nodded. So, her mother went back to her room, and I stayed on the sofa. We slept in silence until dawn. When

I woke up in the morning, I found that her mother had already made breakfast. She saw me and said, "You're awake." I blushed, feeling a little embarrassed, and said, "I'm sorry, Auntie, I was too tired, so I woke up late." Her mother smiled and said, "It's alright, have breakfast." She asked if I needed anything, and I said no. "I had a dress that didn't fit yesterday, so I'm going to return it later." I said okay.

I went with her mother to return the dress, and of course, it took another day. I spent two days shopping like this, and I was basically exhausted. After tricking her into giving me a meal, I went home.

Maybe it was accompanying her mother shopping for clothes, maybe it was chatting with her mother, or maybe it was because I made a good impression on her. That's how I gradually became familiar with Xue and her mother. Sometimes I'd go back to her house for dinner. I like watching sci-fi movies, and so does her mother. I've always found it strange that women, especially women in their thirties, would like sci-fi movies. Xue, however, doesn't. Because Xue's home theater is quite good, I often rent movies to watch at her house. Xue would watch for a couple of seconds and then hide in her room to go online, leaving just her mother and me to watch. Afterwards, we'd comment on the movies, even debating the plot.

Sometimes, when Xue wasn't home, I'd go watch movies too. Her mother doesn't like going to the movies; she prefers staying home. Apparently, the reason is that she can pause and think about parts she doesn't understand before watching again. I'm speechless.

Maybe it's because I'm good at shopping; sometimes I accompany her mother shopping. Actually, I mainly offer opinions, many of which are opposing views, but I'm just stating my honest thoughts.

You know, when you're shopping with women, offering many insightful opinions, especially different ones, is more appealing. They'll consider your ideas. Daughters and mothers often share similar thoughts, which is why I think they don't always shop together. Would a family really go shopping together? It's practically the same as shopping alone. But I'm different; I'm an outsider, I have different ideas, and we can discuss things. So, gradually, they've come to enjoy shopping with me, but not just the two of them.

To be honest, I'm quite popular. Many of my former classmates' parents liked me, including the female classmates. When I was in school, I'd often visit their homes. Back then, boys visiting girls' homes were often suspected of dating, but I never was. Maybe it's because I look safe and unassuming? Anyway, being ridiculed as ugly by my classmates, I think they were just jealous.

Like Xue, I gained her mother's trust, which might be related to my performance or perhaps to our conversations while shopping. I felt my relationship with Xue's family was growing closer. Life went on, we lived our lives, and Xue lived hers too. Many people still pursued Xue, but she still rejected them.

However, Xue encountered a persistent pursuer. The guy was very rich—actually, it was his father who was rich. He often drove to pick Xue up. A 20-year-old girl, still in university, had many people picking her up every day. Her classmates were used to it, but his car still caused gossip. Xue didn't like him; she thought driving her father's car made her look like a spoiled brat. He looked very suave, but he was relentlessly persistent with Xue.

He came to see Xue every day, but she refused him many times. Unfortunately, Xue's classmate liked him and always wanted to go, even dragging Xue along. Xue had no choice but to come to me, begging me to take the fall for him. I was surprised and asked why she hadn't said so sooner. Xue said I was too busy with work and didn't want to bother her, so she only came when she absolutely had to. I told Xue it was no problem, I would pick her up every day. Xue said no need, once was enough, and I was also quite busy with work. I said no more. I resigned. Xue was very surprised and asked me what happened. I said that I found out the boss and secretary's secret, and he fired me. But luckily, he gave me a large sum of money as hush money when I left. I said that I am not a despicable person. I was already unhappy with that boss and wanted to leave. I didn't expect him to give me a big envelope when I left. I was hesitant to accept it, but he insisted on giving it to me, so I accepted it. I told Xue that I would come to see her tomorrow.

After school, I went to Xue's school. It wasn't my first time there, but no one recognized me because there were too many boys, and no one bothered to remember who was who. But this time, Xue's classmates recognized me. I went straight into Xue's dormitory. No boy had ever dared to be so bold before. Actually, it wasn't that they didn't dare, but they were afraid of upsetting Xue. She was very fierce when she got angry. When I entered the dormitory, I was surprised to see Xue angry. What happened? I went over, and Xue's classmates all looked at me like I was going to die. Any boy who came in to find Xue when she was angry would be in big trouble. I sat down next to Xue and asked her what happened.

It turned out that a boy was pursuing Xue, and it had become quite a public spectacle. The boy also had a girlfriend, who was making a huge scene, even coming to Xue's place to cause trouble. The teachers all knew, making it seem like Xue had done something to the boy. As a result, the teachers thought Xue had stolen the girl's boyfriend, and Xue hated being wrongly accused, so she was furious.

Seeing me arrive, she stood up and said, "Let's go home." Xue has a dormitory at school; most universities require students to live on campus. However, because Xue's school isn't strict, and her home is in the city, she doesn't always stay in the dormitory; sometimes she goes home, sometimes she stays. Xue and I walked out, and the rich guy was still waiting at the door, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

He came over to greet Xue, but when he saw me behind him, he paused, mainly because I was carrying Xue's things. Xue saw him, turned around and called to me, "Hurry up and go," then took my arm.

The guy dropped his cigarette when he saw Xue's actions. Xue went over and introduced me as her boyfriend. The guy looked at me in disbelief, then became very jealous.

He stammered, asking Xue how she had a boyfriend. Xue said she had never said she didn't have one. If looks could kill, I probably would have torn him to pieces.

After holding it in for a long time, I finally said, "Where are you from?" I said where I was from wasn't important; what was important was that I was Xue's boyfriend. I heard you were pursuing Xue, so I came to see who was pursuing my girlfriend. The guy said, "What makes you Xue's boyfriend?" Then I pretended to be surprised and said, "Whether I'm Xue's boyfriend or not doesn't seem to concern you. Thanks for your concern, but mind your own business. I hope you won't bother Xue anymore."

Turning back, I put my arm around Xue's shoulder and said, "Let's go home. I told your mom you'll be staying tonight. She's waiting for us to come back for dinner." As soon as I said that, the boy, realizing I'd already met Xue's parents, was startled. He probably hadn't expected it to reach the point of meeting the parents, and his jealousy intensified; he looked like he was about to go crazy. I ignored him and walked away with Xue.

I said, "Let's go get something to eat." Xue asked, "Aren't we going home?" I said, "I called your mom before I looked for you. She has a party today and won't be home. I was just upset with that guy." Xue laughed and said I was really cunning.

I said, "Let's go out for dinner and do some shopping to calm down." After dinner, we wandered aimlessly through the streets, chatting about Xue's school. I said, "You're almost graduating, how come so many boys are still chasing after you?" Xue said, "How should I know?" I said, "You're really angry today." Xue said she wasn't afraid of anything else; boys had caused trouble before, but the key was that graduation was approaching, and she was afraid that making a scene would affect her graduation certificate.

What's worse, that boy was afraid of teachers and wouldn't say anything, which led to Xue being wrongly accused. She finally managed to explain herself, but she was still furious. I said, "It's good that you've explained yourself." Xue seemed troubled by the boys' behavior. I said, "It's because you're pretty; of course, boys will chase after you."

Xue said, "Does being pretty guarantee that someone will like you?" "Of course, most guys like pretty girls. You're pretty and don't have a boyfriend yet, it's no wonder no one's pursuing you. Why don't you find a boyfriend?" Xue said. "Now that you're here, I'll have a boyfriend, right? Things should be much better from now on." "I guess so," Xue suddenly blinked and asked me, "Do you like me?" I said I did, otherwise we wouldn't be friends. Xue said it wasn't that kind of liking, it was the liking between boyfriend and girlfriend. I said I didn't know, but she seemed like a little sister to me.

But now it's probably not possible. Xue asked what was wrong, and I said that she already considers me her boyfriend, and now I can't even say no. I'll be in trouble later. Xue said, "Why don't you pursue me?" I looked at Xue and said, "Really?" Xue said, "We're very close." I looked at Xue and asked, "Do you like me?" "I don't know, I guess I like you. How about we date?" I laughed and said, "I'm afraid I'm not a very good person." "But you're my friend. A very trustworthy friend."

After that, we didn't say anything more and walked silently, my mind replaying what I had just said. Do I like Xue? I don't know. Almost half an hour had passed, and we just kept walking, walking, without saying a word, through the entire commercial street, heading towards the bus stop to go home. To catch the bus, we had to cross the street. After crossing, I said to Xue, "Let's try dating." Xue looked at me, smiled, and said, "Okay."

Xue and I started dating, but we didn't have the kind of intimate gestures that other boyfriends and girlfriends have. At most, we'd hold hands, put our arms around each other's shoulders, or have a brief hug when I left at night. It wasn't because we didn't want to, but because we saw each other as just good friends, so we didn't feel much.

We're still the same as usual, except we care about each other more. Her mother knows we're together; she mentioned it while talking about school—well, not exactly let it slip, just mentioned it. I don't know what she said to her mother, but she mentioned it, and her mother didn't say anything. However, I feel she treats me even better now, probably because our relationship has progressed further.

I'm currently unemployed, and her mother knows this, so she wants me to go to her company. Actually, her mother's company has been facing some difficulties lately; their best salesperson was poached by a competitor. Since I'm unemployed anyway, I went there.

I worked very hard to help her mother with her job. Because of my relationship with Xue and her mother, I worked even harder, just like helping a friend's company—of course I had to put in the effort, right?

After work, I often went to Xue's house for dinner before going home. Sometimes I'd go grocery shopping with her mother and then go home together.

Sometimes we'd discuss company matters in the evenings. If it got too late, I'd sleep on the sofa. Her mother had specially bought me a blanket, a pillow, and toiletries, so I'd need something when I slept at Xue's. Half a year passed like this. The company situation gradually improved, and Xue was about to graduate. She was living at school, preparing for graduation, since she didn't want to participate in company discussions at home anyway.

My contact with Xue gradually decreased, but I didn't feel anything was wrong. Although we were boyfriend and girlfriend, it was probably more of a title than anything else. On the contrary, I spent more time with her mother. During our free time from work, we would go shopping together, buy things, and have dinner together in the evening. We gradually became more familiar with each other, and I would give her a lot of advice when buying things. We also often talked about our feelings, work, and ideals.

It's ridiculous, isn't it? Talking about ideals with someone who is 12 years older than me. How naive!

That day, her mother and I negotiated a major client. We were overjoyed. After working for several days and nights in a row, we finally finalized the plan and signed the contract. We were thrilled. That evening, we ate dinner together at home and drank some alcohol. Although I don't like drinking, I drank because I was happy. Her mother is a heavy drinker, but perhaps due to fatigue and excitement, she was also a little drunk. We sat on the sofa, drinking and chatting, and gradually the conversation turned to Xue.

We talked a lot. A woman in that era, starting to work hard at 16, facing gossip from those around her, her parents' lack of understanding, and the contempt of relatives—that kind of pain is unimaginable to outsiders. The person she liked cowardly ran away. The blow was immense. I understand her very well.

She's only 36 years old, and she's persevered for so many years. All her glorious years have passed by unnoticed. We talked about love. Her mother no longer dared to love. One painful experience accompanied her for life. No matter how devastating the blow, I talked about my own romantic history. Slowly, she started to cry, and I started to cry too. She broke down in tears. I patted her shoulder and slowly started to hug her. She cried so sadly. It was as if 20 years of pain had suddenly exploded, and she cried on my shoulder.

That night, nothing happened like in the novels. We didn't do anything inappropriate, and I don't even know when I fell asleep. However, we both slept on the sofa. When I woke up in the morning, she was lying on top of me. We seemed to have woken up at the same time, and it was very awkward. We quickly separated, and she went back to her room to wash up. I stood there on the sofa, stunned.

After a while, she came out, looking beautiful and energetic. She said she wanted to go shopping, so we went.

When we came out, I realized I had forgotten to shave. I said, "Oh well, let's go." We went to many places, and later went to buy clothes. Perhaps because I look older, when I came out of the clothes I tried on, the saleswoman said, "Look how beautiful your girlfriend is, sir, why don't you buy a men's outfit too?" We were very embarrassed, but didn't say anything, paid, and left. As we left, the saleswoman said, "Welcome to come again."

Back home, I saw her changing clothes again.

Our relationship suddenly seemed very awkward. I suddenly felt uncomfortable calling her "Auntie," so I simply stopped calling her that and just said what I needed to say without any address.

That evening, I stayed for dinner. When I left, she saw me to the door. It was the first time she had ever seen me off, and we chatted for a long time at the door before I left.

Just like that, we seemed to become close friends who could talk about anything. We often went shopping and chatted, and I stopped calling her "Auntie."

Ling, that's what I call her, is my girlfriend's mother. I don't know when I started to enjoy being with Ling, chatting with her, and shopping with her. She's very mature and has a lot of charm. I don't deny that I have a mother complex, but what man doesn't? Mature women provide themselves with a lot of care and security, and men need security too. She's very young, only 12 years older than me. Time has put too much pressure on her; in reality, she hasn't had the chance to be young. After she cried, it was as if she released 20 years of pent-up pain. Emotions affect appearance, and this certainly applies to women.

She has never told anyone about her past, not even Xue, but she told me. Our relationship has grown closer; we've become close friends who can talk about anything. Yes, close friends. Only close friends can share each other's joys and sorrows and truly trust each other.

She trusts me, so I can understand her inner world.

Sometimes she acts very young in my presence, and because she's beautiful, she sometimes looks like she's in her early twenties, even like Xue's older sister. I know she needs to be young because she's never been. Sometimes when we go out, she'll be as happy as a little girl. I remember once I said to her, "Look at you, acting like a little girl. Stop being naughty!" She froze, and I knew I'd made a mistake and was feeling very embarrassed. But she said, "Yes, I've never been a little girl, never been naughty."

I don't know where I got the courage, but I went over, took her hand, and said, "Let's be young for once today," and then I pulled her along and we ran.

We ran breathlessly through several streets, ignoring the strange looks from passersby, and rushed into a disco. We started dancing wildly. In the middle of the night, after our frenzy, we walked down the street, panting heavily. She looked at me and said, "Thank you, I've never been so happy." I smiled and said, "You've never been naughty either." She smiled, a very charming smile.

We walked slowly. When we crossed the street, she unconsciously grabbed my arm while looking for cars, then awkwardly let go. By then, I had already crossed. She had fallen two steps behind when she released my arm. Perhaps it was just a coincidence, but a car came along. Cars are always fast at night. I pulled her aside to avoid the car. She almost fell, and I caught her. She fell into my arms. We could feel each other's heartbeats. We were both stiff and afraid to move. I forced out a sentence, "That was too dangerous. Are you alright?" She looked up into my eyes. Our faces were very close; we could even feel each other's breath. Slowly, I leaned closer to her, and she closed her eyes. We kissed.

For a long, long time, our lips parted. I was panting heavily, and so was Ling. This kiss was so powerful for both of us. Two years had passed since my last girlfriend cruelly dumped me. I thought my heart was dead. Even with Xue, it was more like siblings than lovers. Although Xue and I were boyfriend and girlfriend, it felt like we were just using someone to fill a void. We were more like siblings, without any real feelings. We held hands and put our arms around each other, but that was all.

Ling was different. Her kiss felt genuine. It shook me to my core. I felt dizzy, as if my heart was about to leap out of my body. I couldn't control my movements; my body was stiff.

Ling felt the same way. Later, I asked her how she felt at that moment. She told me that it felt like the sun had gone dark, the palace had collapsed, and she had no strength left in her body. Her heart could no longer support her exhausted body. Ling leaned against me, her chest heaving rapidly. Twenty years—twenty years of suffering, twenty years of youth—a heart that had lived numbly for twenty years, without love or hate, melted in that moment, in that kiss. It was melted by me.

Ling cried. She tried hard not to cry out loud, but I could feel her sorrow from her trembling shoulders.

I panicked. I frantically lifted her face, looking into Ling's tear-filled eyes. She looked back at me. Gently, I kissed her cheek, wiping away her tears little by little.

I felt I needed to say something, but I hesitated, unsure what to say—comfort her, or tell her I loved her? I didn't know.

Ling stopped crying, looking at me somewhat shyly. Finally, I said, "Let's go home." Ling nodded softly.

I held her, and she held me, as we walked home together. Slowly, Ling rested her head on my shoulder. We walked slowly like that, neither of us speaking. I felt Ling wanted to say something, but neither of us knew how to begin. So we walked in silence, savoring the quiet moment. We walked arm in arm for a long time until we reached Ling's house.

I wished this road would never end, but we arrived at Ling's house. At the door, Ling softly said, "Thank you,"

her head bowed. Then she ran quickly upstairs. And I, standing there dumbfounded for a long time… I walked home in a daze.

That night, I couldn't sleep…

The next day, I went to Ling's house. Actually, I didn't know why I was going. When I got to the door, as I was about to knock, my hand froze in mid-air. Should I knock? What would Ling look like? What would become of us? I didn't know, and I didn't dare to think about it. After hesitating for a long time, I finally knocked.

The door opened quickly. It was Ling. She was wearing a casual top, looking slightly languid. She was so beautiful. When she saw me, her eyes lit up, but she immediately lowered her head shyly. We stood awkwardly at the door. After a while, Ling said softly, "Come in.

" I walked in woodenly. We sat on the sofa, neither of us knowing what to say. The air was filled with awkwardness. "Are you... alright?" I stammered. "Yes." "Did you sleep well last night?" "Yes." I didn't know what else to say. After a while, my stomach rumbled. Ling laughed, and I laughed too. The atmosphere seemed to lighten considerably. Ling said, "I'll go cook for you." "Okay," I said. Ling's face flushed slightly as she went to the kitchen.

I went into the kitchen and watched Ling busy herself. Slowly, I became engrossed in watching.

"Hey," Ling called out, "What are you looking at?" "Looking at you." Another moment of awkwardness ensued. "Let's eat," I said. "Okay." During the meal, to ease the tension and to relieve my own embarrassment, I told a lot of jokes, making Ling laugh non-stop.

We ate very happily. After we finished, I said, "Today, I'll help you wash the dishes." "Okay," Ling nodded.

We were washing the dishes, or rather, Ling was watching me wash the dishes. Her eyes were full of love; I could feel it. I looked at her and smiled. Neither of us spoke. After finishing the dishes, I walked over to Ling, who was leaning against the door. Her gaze was also fixed on me. We looked at each other, unsure what to say. Slowly, I took Ling's hand. Ling seemed a little flustered, as did I.

And so, we held each other's hands, looking into each other's eyes. I could feel the love in her eyes, and she could feel mine.

We hugged, just quietly. Very tightly. I could even feel the curves of our bodies, every part of them. "I love you," I said it, I said it. I had long forgotten how to pronounce those words. But now, I said it, I said "I love you" to her.

"No," Ling pushed me away.

"What's wrong?" I looked at her in surprise, and suddenly, I understood

. "It's Xue," I said.

"I'm sorry," Ling said, "I'm sorry, I... I can't love you, we can't be together."

"Why?"

"You're Xue's boyfriend."

"But Xue and I don't have that kind of love, you know that."

"But... I'm sorry."

I fell silent, and she fell silent too. My heart was conflicted.

I took Ling's hand and lifted her face. "Look into my eyes. You and I are both mature people now. We both know what we're doing. It's been 20 years. Have you ever loved? You love me, right? You can't deceive yourself. You know my relationship with Xue, and you know there's nothing between us.

I also know it's hard for us to face Xue, but if we run away because of this, we'll regret it for the rest of our lives." "

But I'm 12 years older than you." "That's right, but we're of the same sex, aren't we? Isn't it fate?" "But I'm your aunt." "You're just Xue's mother. Little Dragon Girl is Yang Guo's aunt. You're not Little Dragon Girl, and I'm not Yang Guo, but can't we be together? Are you so concerned about titles? If you're my aunt, then I'll tell you, Auntie, I love you." I shouted it out.

Ling was surprised; she hadn't expected me to suddenly have such courage.

"I'm a woman with a daughter, an old woman," I said. "So what? You're not old. You've never been young. Don't you want to find true love? Don't you want a man's shoulder to lean on?"

I said. "Call me, Ling, call me by my name," I called out. Hearing me call her name, Ling's body trembled involuntarily. "Qiang," Ling obediently called me. "From today on, you'll call me Qiang, and I'll call you Ling. You say you're my aunt? Fine, you're my aunt. But Ling, you're also my girlfriend." Ling was confused; she gasped for breath, not knowing what to do.

"Give me time, Qiang, give me time to face it, okay? Don't force me." "Ling, I won't force you, but I hope you won't restrain your feelings. Open your heart. I'll wait for you." I held Ling tightly, and slowly, I felt her arms tighten around me too. At that moment, I felt our emotions burst forth like a flood, our bodies entwined, our hearts intertwined.

We talked non-stop that day, but not a single word was about our relationship. I knew it was almost impossible for Ling to accept me all at once; love can't be rushed.

After all, 20 years had passed, and Ling almost didn't know what love was, or even how to love anymore. I tried to find light topics, things unrelated to our relationship, but still relevant to our lives. Although we knew each other, being lovers required understanding not only each other but also each other's lives. Moreover, the age difference between Ling and me made it even more important for her to understand me.

We chatted on and on. I told him about my childhood, my family, my happy and unhappy moments, and my life experiences, but I didn't talk about my past relationships. I felt it was best not to rush things; after all, you need to give the other person time and space to consider things. We chatted like that, and I kept trying to make Ling happy with my words.

I knew there was still a big gap between us, but I was confident I could narrow it. Age didn't matter; movies and TV shows often portray couples of different ages together.

Suddenly, Ling felt the room was getting dark and realized it was getting late. We had been chatting all day without realizing it.

"Oh, it's getting dark."

"Yeah, it's so late."

"We were chatting so much we forgot the time."

"That's perfect, now that we're done chatting, it's time for dinner."

Ling laughed. "You little rascal, are you hungry?"

"No."

"Then..."

"Let's go for a walk," I suggested, and Ling agreed.

We were going to go to the night market, and Ling went to change her clothes. "Don't change, let's just go."

"No, I'll change?"

"Okay," I said indifferently. A little while later, Ling changed her clothes.

When Ling came out, my eyes lit up. Ling was dressed very young. Actually, Ling herself looks very young. Usually, because of work, although she is young, she still dresses very maturely and has a lot of charm. But tonight was different. Ling dressed very young, almost looking younger than me. I was so happy. I knew that Ling was getting closer to me. She dressed very young because she was trying to get closer to me. I was very happy.

That night, we went shopping and had a great time. Ling skipped and hopped like a little girl. I felt like I was seeing her 20 years ago—not just a vague feeling, but exactly 20 years ago, because her life had stopped 20 years ago.

We held hands and went to different night markets, even venturing to a night market in another district of a far-off city. We had so much fun.

We ate snacks and bought cheap but pretty little things until the night markets were all over.

On the way home, Ling looked at me. "I'm so happy, thank you."

"So, do you like me, Ling?"

Ling didn't answer. "What's wrong, Ling? Look at me and tell me you like me?"

I pressed her. After a long pause, "Yes," Ling said, her head bowed lower than ever. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Yes," I was so happy. I felt every cell in my body swell with joy. Ling was my girlfriend now.

I lifted Ling's face and looked into her eyes. Ling looked back at me shyly. What kind of eyes were those? They were weary from the ravages of time and fate. I suddenly hugged Ling tightly.

I didn't say anything, but I knew Ling could sense my thoughts because she was leaning against me, her body trembling. I suddenly felt my shoulders were so heavy, not just from Ling's weight, but from the responsibility that now rested on my shoulders—a responsibility to make a woman happy, a responsibility to support a family.

My shoulder was wet. I stroked Ling's back and whispered, "Cry, don't hold back your tears, because if you miss today, you'll never have the chance to cry again. Because I'm here for you, you'll be happy forever.

" Ling's body trembled violently, but she didn't make a sound. I knew she was holding back.

After a long, long time, Ling pushed me away, looked at me, her face covered in tears. She smiled, looked at me, and said, "Thank you."

"Let's go home," I said. "Okay," I took her hand, and we went home.

Xue didn't go home; she was at school. We went into the room, but neither of us turned on the light. The door slowly closed behind us. I watched the hallway light gradually dim through the crack in the door. "Pop!" The room was plunged into darkness. It was so quiet you could hear our breathing. Ling's breathing became rapid, and so did mine. For some reason, we hugged each other and kissed passionately. I was tearing at Ling's clothes, and she was doing the same. We went from the living room to the bedroom, kissing each other incessantly, tearing at each other's clothes. Yes, tearing—we were both frantic, until neither of us had any clothes left.

I pinned Ling down onto the bed. The instant I hit the bed, my arm jolted, the pain bringing me back to my senses. For some reason, my desire vanished instantly, my movements stiffened, while Ling continued to writhe beneath me.

Slowly, Ling sensed my cessation. She looked at me; though the room was dark, I knew she was watching. I pulled her tightly into my arms and kissed her deeply. Ling responded again, and we kissed—a deep kiss, our tongues entwined.

After a long while, our lips parted. Ling's body was burning hot. I knew what we both wanted. I held her still. "Ling, I love you." "Mmm." "Do you want to give yourself to me, Ling?" "Mmm." "Thank you." I held her, and Ling held me tightly, still responding to me. "Don't move, just let me hold you like this. I know your heart belongs to me. Thank you!"

That night, I didn't take Ling's advances. I knew Ling was mine, she was mine, and her body would be mine. But that night, I didn't take Ling's advances. I don't know why. Our naked bodies were intertwined, but we did nothing but hug and kiss! Nothing at all!

It was three years ago when I met her. She was youthful and radiant, four years younger than me. I was born in 1978, and

she was born in 1982. That year, I was 24, and she was 20. We met quite by chance. She was very beautiful. From our initial acquaintance to becoming familiar with each other, we gradually became friends. She was naturally beautiful, with long hair and a great figure. She was the kind of gentle and kind girl.

To be honest, our meeting was really accidental, mainly because she stepped on my foot on the bus. At the time, I was going to the market to buy clothes for a classmate's wedding, and coincidentally, we were going to the same place to buy things, and she was going for the same purpose. As a result, we went together, and slowly, we got to know each other and became friends.

Don't misunderstand, we were just very good, ordinary friends.

Maybe it's because I treated her like my little sister, and instead of desperately trying to please her like other guys do, I won her over, so we ended up having things to talk about. She's a girl from a single-parent family, very independent and with a strong personality.

To be honest, I don't like girlfriends younger than me. I've had a few girlfriends before, the youngest being less than a year younger than me. She once asked me, "Why don't you like me?" I said, "I like you. How can we be friends if I don't?" She laughed, "Don't you want to pursue me? You're not gay, are you?" I smacked her on the head and said I don't like minors. Our relationship continued, and we became close friends who could talk about anything. I'm also wondering why I don't like her. She has a great figure and is pretty, but I just'm not interested.

Is there something wrong with me? No, do I get a reaction when watching porn? Many boys pursued her, and I became her shield. She didn't like them, and she wasn't sure what kind of boy she liked. A girl raised in a single-parent family, her thoughts must be a bit strange, right?

We were very happy together, and I took good care of her. Perhaps because she was from a single-parent family, I thought there must be some psychological shadows, so I took extra care of her.

I didn't have a girlfriend, and my apartment was very messy. She often came to help me tidy up. When she was upset, she liked to come here to surf the internet. One day, she came to see me, and she was crying. I asked her why, and she said she had argued with her mother.

I rarely asked her about her family before, afraid of hurting her feelings. You know, it's sensitive to ask about family matters when you're from a single-parent family. She told me about her family. She didn't know who her father was. Her mother had her when she was 17 and was with her boyfriend at the time. Both her mother and boyfriend were still children then, so you can imagine what happened.

In those early days of reform and opening up, this was a huge deal. Her mother insisted on having the child and was forced to drop out of school. The boy was also disciplined and later went to another city and was never seen again. Her mother could only give birth to the child herself and then started working at a young age. She didn't have a formal job. Her maternal grandparents also hated her mother, but after all, she was their daughter. In the end, they helped her set up a small stall to sell things.

It might be ironic, but those who ventured into business early on seem to be doing quite well, while those who worked in factories are facing layoffs. Her mother, after years of hard work, should have had an even better life, but she had to raise her child and didn't have much money, though her family was relatively well-off. Because

her maternal grandparents disowned her and refused to pay child support, her grandparents eventually passed away when her mother was a little older than she is now. Her mother then raised her alone, and it's important to remember that her mother wasn't very old herself. I was deeply moved and think her mother is truly remarkable.

I've forgotten what I asked her, and I don't remember why she argued with her mother. But I remember she was very sad. She felt she shouldn't have argued with her mother and felt very sorry for her. I tried to comfort her for a long time, and slowly, she calmed down. I told her to call her mother to apologize first, and then I would take her home.

That was the first time I went to her house. Actually, I didn't go inside; I just walked her to the door. It was very late that day, and besides, it's not okay to bring a boy home casually. I only walked her to the door. She knocked on the door, but to avoid any misunderstanding, I didn't appear. Of course, I didn't see her mother, but I heard her mother's voice, "You're back."

The next day, she was very happy and came to see me. She and her mother had made up, and of course, her proactive apology played a big role, because her mother hadn't expected her to apologize so readily. Actually, I was also wondering about it; children from single-parent families are often stubborn and rarely take the initiative to lower themselves.

She said her mother was also puzzled by this, and after some questioning, she revealed my existence. I jokingly asked her if she wasn't afraid her mother would ask her about it, and if her mother would probably think I was the boy pursuing her.

She told me that her mother had indeed questioned her for a long time, but she wasn't afraid. There was nothing between us, so of course she wasn't scared. However, it did take a long time to explain, but thankfully, she understood.

Then, I asked her if her mother had suggested inviting such a nice boy over for dinner. I smiled and said, "I'm afraid that's not your mother's idea, but rather yours."

"You guessed it," she said, "but Mom agreed." "Will you go?" she asked. "Yes

, of course I'll go! I can have a big meal, of course I'll go. Anyway, I'm living alone and I'm worried about not being able to eat good food."

"My mom's cooking is delicious," I said. "Then I definitely have to go," she replied. So, I went to buy some things to prepare for my trip to her house. She didn't really want me to buy anything, but I said, "It's our first time, it's just some fruit. After all, I'm a guest. Even though we're not meeting as boyfriend and girlfriend, buying some fruit is normal. But since you accepted my fruit, I'm going to eat double the amount in return."

We laughed and prepared to go to her house for dinner the next day. I never dreamed that this ordinary visit to a friend's house would become a turning point in my life.

I entered her home. It was large, but not too luxurious. I put the fruit on the table, and her mother came out of the kitchen. When I saw her mother, my first impression was that she was very beautiful, with long hair like a waterfall and arched eyebrows. To be honest, I'm not very good at describing people's appearances, but I knew that she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

Actually, I was prepared because she had said her mother was even prettier than her, and that she had inherited her mother's looks. But I was still quite surprised. Her mother was very well-maintained. Although her mother was only 16 years older than her, she was still in her thirties, but she looked like her older sister. She had a great figure, was about 170 cm tall, only half a head shorter than me, and wore a light green dress. Her voice was soft, melodious, and elegant.

Her mother seemed a little surprised when she saw me, but quickly smiled and said, "You must be Xiaoqiang, the one Xiaoxue mentioned." I said, "Yes, I'm Xiaoqiang." At this point, I was also stunned, and everyone burst into laughter. The gathering that day went very well. We talked a lot, and her mother and we didn't look any different in age. Everyone enjoyed themselves, and she even invited me to come visit sometime. That's how I met her for the first time, but I didn't call her by her name; I called her "Auntie." Like

anything else, once you start, you'll want to go again and again. After visiting Xue's house once, perhaps because the meeting went relatively well, Xue trusted me more, and I started going again and again. Sometimes her mother was home, sometimes she wasn't. But because I went so often, I felt more at ease even when her mother wasn't home. Of course, other boys were definitely out of the question; even when her mother was home, it was unacceptable, let alone when she wasn't.

Of course, when her other friends found out about my treatment, they objected. However, when they saw Xue pout, they didn't dare say anything. Who would offend the girl they were pursuing? That would be asking for trouble. Fortunately, at least the boy pursuing her got used to my presence and stopped glaring at me. Offending her brother would be even more unwise.

I became the only one who could come and go from her house. Since I was also alone, I gradually went to her house more often. Don't think I was going to see her mother; the real reason was mainly to freeload meals.

Of course, there's no such thing as a free lunch. My contribution was cleaning the room because her mother wouldn't let me wash the dishes, so I cleaned the room for her. Maybe boys don't do housework as much, or maybe it's because I live alone, but I'm pretty good at it, and I even got a compliment from her mom.

On Sunday, she was going to buy clothes for a high school reunion and outing, and she asked me to come along. The main reason was that a boy insisted on coming along, and she thought having me would deter him. But we miscalculated; the boy still wanted to follow after seeing me. She had no choice but to call her mom too, which finally scared him off.

When the three of us walked out of the house together, the boy was still watching from a distance. Since we were already out, we decided to go together, even though we didn't necessarily have to buy anything. Since we were already out, we might as well do some shopping. I only intended to buy Xue a pair of casual pants, but that day I saw quite a few clothes I liked, so we spent the whole day shopping. Luckily, I often go shopping myself, otherwise I would have been exhausted. Xue probably rarely shops with her mother, but the two of them had a great time, visiting many shopping malls. Of course, she asked for my opinion every time she tried on clothes, since men and women have different tastes.

Xue and her mother are natural clothes hangers; everything looks good on them. Her mother also bought several pieces of clothing, very tasteful (not sexy), very individualistic, and with great style. Of course, I also praised them—not flattery, but genuine praise; women all like compliments, right? The shopping trip ended just like that, and I was very happy. We'd definitely have a big meal that night, since her mom's cooking is so delicious.

She went on a trip for over a week. I don't understand, do trips that don't involve a tour group always last longer? Maybe it's because there's no time limit.

The day Xue left, I went to Xue's house again. To be honest, Xue wasn't home, and I felt awkward going.

Xue left in the morning. Her mom and I saw her off, and then we went back together. Her mom happened to be free that day, and on the way back, they chatted casually. She asked me where I was going to eat lunch, and I said I didn't know. So her mom suggested we eat at her house. She was just being polite, and I declined, but I really didn't know where to eat, so I just said okay.

Then it dawned on me that her mother was going to the mall to buy groceries. I hurriedly said I couldn't go, but my contradictory answers made me feel embarrassed. Her mother, of course, insisted, since I was the one who initially said I wanted to go. So, we went to buy groceries. But you know, supermarkets have vegetable sections and clothing sections too. Clothes always have an attraction for women, and we ended up lingering in the clothing section. Oh well, we just finished shopping a few days ago, so maybe we weren't quite done yet. Of course, shopping involves trying on clothes, so let's try them on.

The two of us were there; her mother was trying on clothes, and I, of course, was offering advice.

Unexpectedly, we ended up shopping for lunchtime. What to do? We hadn't bought any groceries yet. So, we decided to eat out. What we ate wasn't important; the important thing was that we wouldn't have to buy groceries afterward. Our ultimate goal for shopping was gone. What to do? After discussion, we reaffirmed our ultimate goal: to buy groceries and have dinner at her house that evening. Buying groceries wouldn't take that much time, so we could continue shopping in the afternoon and waste the time.

And so, after lunch, we set off again, heading straight to a street full of clothing stores. We finally finished our shopping in the afternoon, buying quite a few clothes. There were some unpleasant moments though; I don't know why, but some clothing stores don't allow trying things on, and there are no fitting rooms. Her mother was worried, but I told her we could just try them on at home. Our love for the clothes trumped everything, so we bought them. These days, every store seems to copy us; several items weren't even tried on.

Finally, after buying a huge amount of stuff, we went to buy groceries. To reward me for accompanying her shopping, her mother bought a lot of groceries, to the point that I kept telling her, "Auntie, you don't need any more."

In the evening, when we arrived at Xue's house, they started cooking. I helped out, and we ate and chatted, even having a little wine—but don't get me wrong, just a tiny bit, nothing special happened, we just talked a lot. Although I call her mother "Auntie," she's only 12 years older than me, so there's no generation gap.

We ate and chatted, and continued chatting after dinner. Perhaps her mother doesn't have many friends to talk to, because we talked very late, until about 11 pm, about everything under the sun, from life ideals to TV commercials.

"Auntie, I have to go now, it's too late. Thank you for dinner." "Don't mention it, you also helped me buy a lot of things. Oh, I haven't tried on the clothes yet." "Then try them on now." As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted it. How could I let my friend's mother change clothes at home in the middle of the night? It was obvious she wanted to show me after changing.

Thankfully, her mother hesitated for less than a second before saying okay.

Then she said she'd go change in a minute. Her mother kept changing outfits, and they all looked really beautiful. I couldn't help but praise her, but I also gave her a lot of feedback. The clothes, skirts, and pants were bought separately, and we wanted different combinations, so we kept swapping outfits. Maybe it was because I wasn't just praising her, but offering suggestions, that we started discussing how to coordinate the clothes. After coming up with an idea, we'd try them on, discuss them again, and find things we weren't happy with—for example, the waist could be slimmer,

so we'd make alterations. Of course, it was just minor alterations; after all, I'm not a tailor. But they really did look better after the alterations. Now that I think about it, when watching women change clothes, you can't just praise them blindly; offering appropriate suggestions is much better. I didn't expect we'd end up trying on clothes until after 2 a.m.

We were both exhausted, and I wanted to leave, but it was late. Her mother said we could stay there. I don't know why, but instead of just being polite, I nodded. So, her mother went back to her room, and I stayed on the sofa. We slept in silence until dawn. When

I woke up in the morning, I found that her mother had already made breakfast. She saw me and said, "You're awake." I blushed, feeling a little embarrassed, and said, "I'm sorry, Auntie, I was too tired, so I woke up late." Her mother smiled and said, "It's alright, have breakfast." She asked if I needed anything, and I said no. "I had a dress that didn't fit yesterday, so I'm going to return it later." I said okay.

I went with her mother to return the dress, and of course, it took another day. I spent two days shopping like this, and I was basically exhausted. After tricking her into giving me a meal, I went home.

Maybe it was accompanying her mother shopping for clothes, maybe it was chatting with her mother, or maybe it was because I made a good impression on her. That's how I gradually became familiar with Xue and her mother. Sometimes I'd go back to her house for dinner. I like watching sci-fi movies, and so does her mother. I've always found it strange that women, especially women in their thirties, would like sci-fi movies. Xue, however, doesn't. Because Xue's home theater is quite good, I often rent movies to watch at her house. Xue would watch for a couple of seconds and then hide in her room to go online, leaving just her mother and me to watch. Afterwards, we'd comment on the movies, even debating the plot.

Sometimes, when Xue wasn't home, I'd go watch movies too. Her mother doesn't like going to the movies; she prefers staying home. Apparently, the reason is that she can pause and think about parts she doesn't understand before watching again. I'm speechless.

Maybe it's because I'm good at shopping; sometimes I accompany her mother shopping. Actually, I mainly offer opinions, many of which are opposing views, but I'm just stating my honest thoughts.

You know, when you're shopping with women, if you can offer a lot of insightful opinions, especially different ones, it's more appealing. They'll consider your ideas. Daughters and mothers often think alike, which is why I think they don't always go shopping together. Would a family really go shopping together? It's practically the same as shopping alone. But I'm different; I'm an outsider, I have different ideas, and we can discuss things. So, gradually, they all enjoy shopping with me, but they don't go alone anymore.

To be honest, I'm quite popular. Many of my former classmates' parents liked me, including the female classmates. When I was in school, I would often go to their houses. Back then, boys going to girls' houses were often suspected of dating, but I never was. Maybe I looked safe? Anyway, my classmates ridiculed me, thinking I was ugly. Of course, I think they were just jealous.

Like Xue, I gained her mother's trust, which might be related to my performance or perhaps to our conversations while shopping. I felt my relationship with Xue's family was growing closer. Life went on, we lived our lives, and Xue lived hers too. Many people still pursued Xue, but she still rejected them.

However, Xue encountered a persistent pursuer. The guy was very rich—actually, it was his father who was rich. He often drove to pick Xue up. A 20-year-old girl, still in university, had many people picking her up every day. Her classmates were used to it, but his car still caused gossip. Xue didn't like him; she thought driving her father's car made her look like a spoiled brat. He looked very suave, but he was relentlessly persistent with Xue.

He came to see Xue every day, but she refused him many times. Unfortunately, Xue's classmate liked him and always wanted to go, even dragging Xue along. Xue had no choice but to come to me, begging me to take the fall for him. I was surprised and asked why she hadn't said so sooner. Xue said I was too busy with work and didn't want to bother her, so she only came when she absolutely had to. I told Xue it was no problem, I would pick her up every day. Xue said no need, once was enough, and I was also quite busy with work. I said no more. I resigned. Xue was very surprised and asked me what happened. I said that I found out the boss and secretary's secret, and he fired me. But luckily, he gave me a large sum of money as hush money when I left. I said that I am not a despicable person. I was already unhappy with that boss and wanted to leave. I didn't expect him to give me a big envelope when I left. I was hesitant to accept it, but he insisted on giving it to me, so I accepted it. I told Xue that I would come to see her tomorrow.

After school, I went to Xue's school. It wasn't my first time there, but no one recognized me because there were too many boys, and no one bothered to remember who was who. But this time, Xue's classmates recognized me. I went straight into Xue's dormitory. No boy had ever dared to be so bold before. Actually, it wasn't that they didn't dare, but they were afraid of upsetting Xue. She was very fierce when she got angry. When I entered the dormitory, I was surprised to see Xue angry. What happened? I went over, and Xue's classmates all looked at me like I was going to die. Any boy who came in to find Xue when she was angry would be in big trouble. I sat down next to Xue and asked her what happened.

It turned out that a boy was pursuing Xue, and it had become quite a public spectacle. The boy also had a girlfriend, who was making a huge scene, even coming to Xue's place to cause trouble. The teachers all knew, making it seem like Xue had done something to the boy. As a result, the teachers thought Xue had stolen the girl's boyfriend, and Xue hated being wrongly accused, so she was furious.

Seeing me arrive, she stood up and said, "Let's go home." Xue has a dormitory at school; most universities require students to live on campus. However, because Xue's school isn't strict, and her home is in the city, she doesn't always stay in the dormitory; sometimes she goes home, sometimes she stays. Xue and I walked out, and the rich guy was still waiting at the door, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

He came over to greet Xue, but when he saw me behind him, he paused, mainly because I was carrying Xue's things. Xue saw him, turned around and called to me, "Hurry up and go," then took my arm.

The guy dropped his cigarette when he saw Xue's actions. Xue went over and introduced me as her boyfriend. The guy looked at me in disbelief, then became very jealous.

He stammered, asking Xue how she had a boyfriend. Xue said she had never said she didn't have one. If looks could kill, I probably would have torn him to pieces.

After holding it in for a long time, I finally said, "Where are you from?" I said where I was from wasn't important; what was important was that I was Xue's boyfriend. I heard you were pursuing Xue, so I came to see who was pursuing my girlfriend. The guy said, "What makes you Xue's boyfriend?" Then I pretended to be surprised and said, "Whether I'm Xue's boyfriend or not doesn't seem to concern you. Thanks for your concern, but mind your own business. I hope you won't bother Xue anymore."

Turning back, I put my arm around Xue's shoulder and said, "Let's go home. I told your mom you'll be staying tonight. She's waiting for us to come back for dinner." As soon as I said that, the boy, realizing I'd already met Xue's parents, was startled. He probably hadn't expected it to reach the point of meeting the parents, and his jealousy intensified; he looked like he was about to go crazy. I ignored him and walked away with Xue.

I said, "Let's go get something to eat." Xue asked, "Aren't we going home?" I said, "I called your mom before I looked for you. She has a party today and won't be home. I was just upset with that guy." Xue laughed and said I was really cunning.

I said, "Let's go out for dinner and do some shopping to calm down." After dinner, we wandered aimlessly through the streets, chatting about Xue's school. I said, "You're almost graduating, how come so many boys are still chasing after you?" Xue said, "How should I know?" I said, "You're really angry today." Xue said she wasn't afraid of anything else; boys had caused trouble before, but the key was that graduation was approaching, and she was afraid that making a scene would affect her graduation certificate.

What's worse, that boy was afraid of teachers and wouldn't say anything, which led to Xue being wrongly accused. She finally managed to explain herself, but she was still furious. I said, "It's good that you've explained yourself." Xue seemed troubled by the boys' behavior. I said, "It's because you're pretty; of course, boys will chase after you."

Xue said, "Does being pretty guarantee that someone will like you?" "Of course, most guys like pretty girls. You're pretty and don't have a boyfriend yet, it's no wonder no one's pursuing you. Why don't you find a boyfriend?" Xue said. "Now that you're here, I'll have a boyfriend, right? Things should be much better from now on." "I guess so," Xue suddenly blinked and asked me, "Do you like me?" I said I did, otherwise we wouldn't be friends. Xue said it wasn't that kind of liking, it was the liking between boyfriend and girlfriend. I said I didn't know, but she seemed like a little sister to me.

But now it's probably not possible. Xue asked what was wrong, and I said that she already considers me her boyfriend, and now I can't even say no. I'll be in trouble later. Xue said, "Why don't you pursue me?" I looked at Xue and said, "Really?" Xue said, "We're very close." I looked at Xue and asked, "Do you like me?" "I don't know, I guess I like you. How about we date?" I laughed and said, "I'm afraid I'm not a very good person." "But you're my friend. A very trustworthy friend."

After that, we didn't say anything more and walked silently, my mind replaying what I had just said. Do I like Xue? I don't know. Almost half an hour had passed, and we just kept walking, walking, without saying a word, through the entire commercial street, heading towards the bus stop to go home. To catch the bus, we had to cross the street. After crossing, I said to Xue, "Let's try dating." Xue looked at me, smiled, and said, "Okay."

Xue and I started dating, but we didn't have the kind of intimate gestures that other boyfriends and girlfriends have. At most, we'd hold hands, put our arms around each other's shoulders, or have a brief hug when I left at night. It wasn't because we didn't want to, but because we saw each other as just good friends, so we didn't feel much.

We're still the same as usual, except we care about each other more. Her mother knows we're together; she mentioned it while talking about school—well, not exactly let it slip, just mentioned it. I don't know what she said to her mother, but she mentioned it, and her mother didn't say anything. However, I feel she treats me even better now, probably because our relationship has progressed further.

I'm currently unemployed, and her mother knows this, so she wants me to go to her company. Actually, her mother's company has been facing some difficulties lately; their best salesperson was poached by a competitor. Since I'm unemployed anyway, I went there.

I worked very hard to help her mother with her job. Because of my relationship with Xue and her mother, I worked even harder, just like helping a friend's company—of course I had to put in the effort, right?

After work, I often went to Xue's house for dinner before going home. Sometimes I'd go grocery shopping with her mother and then go home together.

Sometimes we'd discuss company matters in the evenings. If it got too late, I'd sleep on the sofa. Her mother had specially bought me a blanket, a pillow, and toiletries, so I'd need something when I slept at Xue's. Half a year passed like this. The company situation gradually improved, and Xue was about to graduate. She was living at school, preparing for graduation, since she didn't want to participate in company discussions at home anyway.

My contact with Xue gradually decreased, but I didn't feel anything was wrong. Although we were boyfriend and girlfriend, it was probably more of a title than anything else. On the contrary, I spent more time with her mother. During our free time from work, we would go shopping together, buy things, and have dinner together in the evening. We gradually became more familiar with each other, and I would give her a lot of advice when buying things. We also often talked about our feelings, work, and ideals.

It's ridiculous, isn't it? Talking about ideals with someone who is 12 years older than me. How naive!

That day, her mother and I negotiated a major client. We were overjoyed. After working for several days and nights in a row, we finally finalized the plan and signed the contract. We were thrilled. That evening, we ate dinner together at home and drank some alcohol. Although I don't like drinking, I drank because I was happy. Her mother is a heavy drinker, but perhaps due to fatigue and excitement, she was also a little drunk. We sat on the sofa, drinking and chatting, and gradually the conversation turned to Xue.

We talked a lot. A woman in that era, starting to work hard at 16, facing gossip from those around her, her parents' lack of understanding, and the contempt of relatives—that kind of pain is unimaginable to outsiders. The person she liked cowardly ran away. The blow was immense. I understand her very well.

She's only 36 years old, and she's persevered for so many years. All her glorious years have passed by unnoticed. We talked about love. Her mother no longer dared to love. One painful experience accompanied her for life. No matter how devastating the blow, I talked about my own romantic history. Slowly, she started to cry, and I started to cry too. She broke down in tears. I patted her shoulder and slowly started to hug her. She cried so sadly. It was as if 20 years of pain had suddenly exploded, and she cried on my shoulder.

That night, nothing happened like in the novels. We didn't do anything inappropriate, and I don't even know when I fell asleep. However, we both slept on the sofa. When I woke up in the morning, she was lying on top of me. We seemed to have woken up at the same time, and it was very awkward. We quickly separated, and she went back to her room to wash up. I stood there on the sofa, stunned.

After a while, she came out, looking beautiful and energetic. She said she wanted to go shopping, so we went.

When we came out, I realized I had forgotten to shave. I said, "Oh well, let's go." We went to many places, and later went to buy clothes. Perhaps because I look older, when I came out of the clothes I tried on, the saleswoman said, "Look how beautiful your girlfriend is, sir, why don't you buy a men's outfit too?" We were very embarrassed, but didn't say anything, paid, and left. As we left, the saleswoman said, "Welcome to come again."

Back home, I saw her changing clothes again.

Our relationship suddenly seemed very awkward. I suddenly felt uncomfortable calling her "Auntie," so I simply stopped calling her that and just said what I needed to say without any address.

That evening, I stayed for dinner. When I left, she saw me to the door. It was the first time she had ever seen me off, and we chatted for a long time at the door before I left.

Just like that, we seemed to become close friends who could talk about anything. We often went shopping and chatted, and I stopped calling her "Auntie."

Ling, that's what I call her, is my girlfriend's mother. I don't know when I started to enjoy being with Ling, chatting with her, and shopping with her. She's very mature and has a lot of charm. I don't deny that I have a mother complex, but what man doesn't? Mature women provide themselves with a lot of care and security, and men need security too. She's very young, only 12 years older than me. Time has put too much pressure on her; in reality, she hasn't had the chance to be young. After she cried, it was as if she released 20 years of pent-up pain. Emotions affect appearance, and this certainly applies to women.

She has never told anyone about her past, not even Xue, but she told me. Our relationship has grown closer; we've become close friends who can talk about anything. Yes, close friends. Only close friends can share each other's joys and sorrows and truly trust each other.

She trusts me, so I can understand her inner world.

Sometimes she acts very young in my presence, and because she's beautiful, she sometimes looks like she's in her early twenties, even like Xue's older sister. I know she needs to be young because she's never been. Sometimes when we go out, she'll be as happy as a little girl. I remember once I said to her, "Look at you, acting like a little girl. Stop being naughty!" She froze, and I knew I'd made a mistake and was feeling very embarrassed. But she said, "Yes, I've never been a little girl, never been naughty."

I don't know where I got the courage, but I went over, took her hand, and said, "Let's be young for once today," and then I pulled her along and we ran.

We ran breathlessly through several streets, ignoring the strange looks from passersby, and rushed into a disco. We started dancing wildly. In the middle of the night, after our frenzy, we walked down the street, panting heavily. She looked at me and said, "Thank you, I've never been so happy." I smiled and said, "You've never been naughty either." She smiled, a very charming smile.

We walked slowly. When we crossed the street, she unconsciously grabbed my arm while looking for cars, then awkwardly let go. By then, I had already crossed. She had fallen two steps behind when she released my arm. Perhaps it was just a coincidence, but a car came along. Cars are always fast at night. I pulled her aside to avoid the car. She almost fell, and I caught her. She fell into my arms. We could feel each other's heartbeats. We were both stiff and afraid to move. I forced out a sentence, "That was too dangerous. Are you alright?" She looked up into my eyes. Our faces were very close; we could even feel each other's breath. Slowly, I leaned closer to her, and she closed her eyes. We kissed.

For a long, long time, our lips parted. I was panting heavily, and so was Ling. This kiss was so powerful for both of us. Two years had passed since my last girlfriend cruelly dumped me. I thought my heart was dead. Even with Xue, it was more like siblings than lovers. Although Xue and I were boyfriend and girlfriend, it felt like we were just using someone to fill a void. We were more like siblings, without any real feelings. We held hands and put our arms around each other, but that was all.

Ling was different. Her kiss felt genuine. It shook me to my core. I felt dizzy, as if my heart was about to leap out of my body. I couldn't control my movements; my body was stiff.

Ling felt the same way. Later, I asked her how she felt at that moment. She told me that it felt like the sun had gone dark, the palace had collapsed, and she had no strength left in her body. Her heart could no longer support her exhausted body. Ling leaned against me, her chest heaving rapidly. Twenty years—twenty years of suffering, twenty years of youth—a heart that had lived numbly for twenty years, without love or hate, melted in that moment, in that kiss. It was melted by me.

Ling cried. She tried hard not to cry out loud, but I could feel her sorrow from her trembling shoulders.

I panicked. I frantically lifted her face, looking into Ling's tear-filled eyes. She looked back at me. Gently, I kissed her cheek, wiping away her tears little by little.

I felt I needed to say something, but I hesitated, unsure what to say—comfort her, or tell her I loved her? I didn't know.

Ling stopped crying, looking at me somewhat shyly. Finally, I said, "Let's go home." Ling nodded softly.

I held her, and she held me, as we walked home together. Slowly, Ling rested her head on my shoulder. We walked slowly like that, neither of us speaking. I felt Ling wanted to say something, but neither of us knew how to begin. So we walked quietly, savoring the tranquility. We walked arm in arm for a long time until we reached Ling's house.

I wished this road would never end, but we arrived at Ling's house. At the door, Ling softly said, "Thank you,"

her head bowed. Then she ran quickly upstairs. And I, standing there dumbfounded for a long time… I walked home, lost in thought.

That night, I couldn't sleep...

The next day, I went to Ling's house. Actually, I didn't know why I went. When I got to the door, when I was about to knock, my hand froze in mid-air. Should I knock? What would Ling look like? What would become of us? I didn't know, I didn't dare to think about it. After hesitating for a long time, I finally knocked.

The door opened quickly. It was Ling. She was wearing a casual top, looking a little languid. She was so beautiful. When she saw me, her eyes lit up, but she immediately lowered her head shyly. We stood awkwardly at the door. After a while, Ling said softly, "Come in." I walked in woodenly.

We sat on the sofa, neither of us knowing what to say. The air was filled with awkwardness. "Are you alright?" I stammered. "Yes." "Did you sleep well last night?" "Yes." I didn't know what else to say. After a while, my stomach rumbled. Ling laughed, and I laughed too. The atmosphere seemed to lighten considerably. Ling said, "I'll go make you dinner." "Okay," I said. Ling's face turned a little red as she went to the kitchen.

I went into the kitchen and watched Ling busy herself. Slowly, I became engrossed in watching her.

"Hey," Ling called out, "What are you looking at?" "Looking at you." Another moment of awkwardness ensued. "Let's eat," Ling said. "Okay." During the meal, to ease the atmosphere and to relieve my own embarrassment, I told a lot of jokes, making Ling laugh non-stop.

We ate very happily. After we finished, I said, "Today, I'll help you wash the dishes." "Okay," Ling nodded.

We were washing the dishes, or rather, Ling was watching me wash the dishes. Her eyes were full of love; I could feel it. I looked at her and smiled. Neither of us spoke. After washing the dishes, I walked over to Ling, who was leaning against the door. Her gaze was also fixed on me. We looked at each other, unsure what to say. Slowly, I took Ling's hand. Ling seemed a little flustered, as did I.

And so, we held each other's hands, looking into each other's eyes. I could feel the love in her eyes, and she could feel mine.

We hugged, just quietly. Very tightly. I could even feel the curves of our bodies, every part of them. "I love you," I said it, I said it. I had long forgotten how to pronounce those words. But now, I said it. I told her, "I love you."

"No," Ling pushed me away.

"What's wrong?" I looked at her in surprise, and suddenly, I understood

. "It's Xue," I said.

"I'm sorry," Ling said, "I'm sorry, I... I can't love you, we can't be together.

" "Why?"

"You're Xue's boyfriend."

"But Xue and I don't have that kind of love, you know that."

"But... I'm sorry."

I fell silent, and she fell silent too. My heart was conflicted.

I took Ling's hand and lifted her face. "Look into my eyes. You and I are both mature people now. We both know what we're doing. It's been 20 years. Have you ever loved? You love me, right? You can't deceive yourself. You know my relationship with Xue, and you know there's nothing between us.

I also know it's hard for us to face Xue, but if we run away because of this, we'll regret it for the rest of our lives." "

But I'm 12 years older than you." "That's right, but we're of the same sex, aren't we? Isn't it fate?" "But I'm your aunt." "You're just Xue's mother. Little Dragon Girl is Yang Guo's aunt. You're not Little Dragon Girl, and I'm not Yang Guo, but can't we be together? Are you so concerned about titles? If you're my aunt, then I'll tell you, Auntie, I love you." I shouted it out.

Ling was surprised; she hadn't expected me to suddenly have such courage.

"I'm a woman with a daughter, an old woman," I said. "So what? You're not old. You've never been young. Don't you want to find true love? Don't you want a man's shoulder to lean on?"

I said. "Call me, Ling, call me by my name," I called out. Hearing me call her name, Ling's body trembled involuntarily. "Qiang," Ling obediently called me. "From today on, you'll call me Qiang, and I'll call you Ling. You say you're my aunt? Fine, you're my aunt. But Ling, you're also my girlfriend." Ling was confused; she gasped for breath, not knowing what to do.

"Give me time, Qiang, give me time to face it, okay? Don't force me." "Ling, I won't force you, but I hope you won't restrain your feelings. Open your heart. I'll wait for you." I held Ling tightly, and slowly, I felt her arms tighten around me too. At that moment, I felt our emotions burst forth like a flood, our bodies entwined, our hearts intertwined.

We talked non-stop that day, but not a single word was about our relationship. I knew it was almost impossible for Ling to accept me all at once; love can't be rushed.

After all, 20 years had passed, and Ling almost didn't know what love was, or even how to love anymore. I tried to find light topics, things unrelated to our relationship, but still relevant to our lives. Although we knew each other, being lovers required understanding not only each other but also each other's lives. Moreover, the age difference between Ling and me made it even more important for her to understand me.

We chatted on and on. I told him about my childhood, my family, my happy and unhappy moments, and my life experiences, but I didn't talk about my past relationships. I felt it was best not to rush things; after all, you need to give the other person time and space to consider things. We chatted like that, and I kept trying to make Ling happy with my words.

I knew there was still a big gap between us, but I was confident I could narrow it. Age didn't matter; movies and TV shows often portray couples of different ages together.

Suddenly, Ling felt the room was getting dark and realized it was getting late. We had been chatting all day without realizing it.

"Oh, it's getting dark."

"Yeah, it's so late."

"We were chatting so much we forgot the time."

"That's perfect, now that we're done chatting, it's time for dinner."

Ling laughed. "You little rascal, are you hungry?"

"No."

"Then..."

"Let's go for a walk," I suggested, and Ling agreed.

We were going to go to the night market, and Ling went to change her clothes. "Don't change, let's just go."

"No, I'll change?"

"Okay," I said indifferently. A little while later, Ling changed her clothes.

When Ling came out, my eyes lit up. Ling was dressed very young. Actually, Ling herself looks very young. Usually, because of work, although she is young, she still dresses very maturely and has a lot of charm. But tonight was different. Ling dressed very young, almost looking younger than me. I was so happy. I knew that Ling was getting closer to me. She dressed very young because she was trying to get closer to me. I was very happy.

That night, we went out shopping and had a great time. Ling skipped and hopped like a little girl. I felt like I was seeing her 20 years ago—not just a vague feeling, but exactly 20 years ago, because her life had stopped 20 years ago.

We held hands and went to different night markets, even venturing to a night market in another district of a far-off city. We had so much fun.

We ate snacks and bought cheap but pretty little things until the night markets were all over.

On the way home, Ling looked at me. "I'm so happy, thank you."

"So, do you like me, Ling?"

Ling didn't answer. "What's wrong, Ling? Look at me and tell me you like me?"

I pressed her. After a long pause, "Yes," Ling lowered her head as much as it could go. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Yes," I was so happy. I felt every cell in my body swell with excitement. Ling was my girlfriend.

I lifted Ling's face and looked into her eyes. Ling looked back at me shyly. What kind of eyes were those? They were weary from the ravages of time and fate. I suddenly hugged Ling tightly.

I didn't say anything, but I knew Ling could sense my thoughts because she was leaning against me, her body trembling. I suddenly felt how heavy my shoulders were, not just because of Ling's weight, but because I now carried a responsibility—a responsibility to make a woman happy, a responsibility to support a family.

My shoulder was wet. I stroked Ling's back and whispered, "Cry, don't hold back your tears, because if you miss today, you'll never have the chance to cry again. Because I'm here for you, you'll be happy forever.

" Ling's body trembled violently, but she didn't make a sound. I knew she was holding back.

After a long, long time, Ling pushed me away, looked at me, her face covered in tears. She smiled, looked at me, and said, "Thank you."

"Let's go home," I said. "Okay," I took her hand, and we went home.

Xue didn't go home; she was at school. We went into the room, but neither of us turned on the light. The door slowly closed behind us. I watched the hallway light gradually dim through the crack in the door. "Pop!" The room was plunged into darkness. It was so quiet you could hear our breathing. Ling's breathing became rapid, and so did mine. For some reason, we hugged each other and kissed passionately. I was tearing at Ling's clothes, and she was doing the same. We went from the living room to the bedroom, kissing each other incessantly, tearing at each other's clothes. Yes, tearing—we were both frantic, until neither of us had any clothes left.

I pinned Ling down onto the bed. The instant I hit the bed, my arm jolted, the pain bringing me back to my senses. For some reason, my desire vanished instantly, my movements stiffened, while Ling continued to writhe beneath me.

Slowly, Ling sensed my cessation. She looked at me; though the room was dark, I knew she was watching. I pulled her tightly into my arms and kissed her deeply. Ling responded again, and we kissed—a deep kiss, our tongues entwined.

After a long while, our lips parted. Ling's body was burning hot. I knew what we both wanted. I held her still. "Ling, I love you." "Mmm." "Do you want to give yourself to me, Ling?" "Mmm." "Thank you." I held her, and Ling held me tightly, still responding to me. "Don't move, just let me hold you like this. I know your heart belongs to me. Thank you!"

That night, I didn't take Ling's advances. I knew Ling was mine, she was mine, and her body would be mine. But that night, I didn't take Ling's advances. I don't know why. Our naked bodies were intertwined, but we did nothing but hug and kiss! Nothing at all!

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