Scarface H Version Chapter 1

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Chapter One: The Singer by the Door
As the sun rises, a gentle breeze stirs, and the soft, vibrant sunlight illuminates the majestic Hengshan Mountain, its peaks arrayed in countless rows, and a corner beneath the Purple Canopy Peak. Behind the ancient trees, among the pines and bamboos, shrouded in morning mist, a manor house vaguely appears. Red bricks and green tiles, painted beams and carved pillars, three or four small pavilions, and several tall buildings. In the gentle morning sun, with the breeze caressing the scene and the thin mist swirling around, it almost seems like the secluded abode of a mythical fox spirit.
Strangely, anyone who discovers this magnificent and beautiful manor house will stop and stare, exclaiming, "Strange!" Who built this mysterious manor nestled at the foot of a secluded, beautiful mountain peak? Was it a wealthy tycoon weary of the world, a retired official, or a hermit hermit living in seclusion? Woodcutters and woodcutters alike have seen this manor, its vermilion gates always locked. Many curious martial arts figures have entered at night, only to vanish without a trace.
Occasionally, woodcutters and hunters lost in the fog would hear melodious music emanating from the manor in the dead of night. But sometimes, on moonless, starless nights, one or two dark figures would suddenly appear, like ghosts, and disappear like the wind. From then on, this magnificent manor became a mystery in people's minds, its story spreading throughout the martial arts world.
That day, the sun had risen above the treetops, and the morning mist was gradually dissipating. Suddenly, from a distant mountain peak, a song rose. The song was mournful and poignant, so sorrowful that it brought tears to the eyes of all who heard it. The song drifted through the morning air, lingering long afterward, as if emanating from the mouth of someone with immense inner strength. The song drew closer, and the lyrics were clear: "Our love is over, this sorrow lingers, past affections have vanished like smoke.
My heart is broken, my tears are dry, the cuckoo cries on the vast horizon.
I think of her, my eyes strain with longing, the passing years are hard to bear.
The lotus is beautiful, the flowers are vibrant, who will embrace her slender waist ? I
lament my ill fate as a beautiful woman.
I cannot see you in this life, let us cultivate a bond in the next, rid myself of the three thousand strands of worldly troubles, and spend my life with the Buddha and the green lamp."
Suddenly, in the misty pine forest ahead, a small figure appeared. The small figure approached slowly, seemingly walking, seemingly floating, not fast, but in an instant, it was almost at the high wall of the manor. Upon closer inspection, it was a boy of about fourteen or fifteen years old. The boy had striking features: sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, red lips, and white teeth, with a hint of heroic spirit in his brows. Yet, he wore mismatched, tattered clothes. Judging from his handsome appearance, he didn't seem to come from a poor family, but it was a mystery why he had become a beggar
. At that moment, he was singing a song, his small mouth agape. He sang as he walked forward. Ah, this boy was truly bold; he dared to walk towards the high wall of the manor. His small, star-like eyes, gazing at the towering red wall, flashed with a sharp light. He leaned against a large tree and stopped. He finished the first verse, then sang it a second time.
Suddenly, a soft sound drifted through the air. The boy looked up and saw that a window in a tall building in the manor had opened. Through the window, a girl of about thirteen or fourteen years old, dressed in yellow, appeared. A girl in a yellow dress leaned against the window, her delicate brows furrowed, her lips pressed tightly together, and her large, bright eyes glistening with tears. A hint of melancholy shrouded her fair, rosy face. She gazed out the wall for a long time before finally spotting the tattered boy singing against a tree.
The boy, seeing her, seemed to have found a sympathizer, a little listener, and sang even more enthusiastically. As he sang, his thoughts drifted back to this time a year ago…
In a small town not far from the foot of Mount Heng, people came and went, various vendors' cries rising and falling, a lively scene. In a tavern in the town, the noise was deafening, filled with the shouts and chatter of patrons. At a table by the window sat a boy, about thirteen or fourteen years old, exceptionally handsome and elegant.
He seemed to have been there for a while; several bottles of wine were already on his table. He appeared drunk, but showed no sign of stopping, continuing to pour himself drinks. His handsome face was etched with sorrow, and tears streamed down his face. He seemed to be drowning his sorrows in alcohol. Although the tavern was crowded with customers, this young man, not only exceptionally handsome but also exuding righteousness and sincerity, stood out among them.
The tavern owner, a middle-aged man in his forties with rich experience, had sensed the young man's extraordinary nature when he entered and had been observing him closely. Seeing that the young man was already quite drunk and seemed to be deeply saddened, the owner wanted to intervene. He sat down opposite the young man, bowed respectfully, and said kindly, "I am the owner of this tavern. May I ask your honorable name, young sir?"
Although someone was speaking to him, the young man continued to let his tears flow freely, making no attempt to conceal his grief. He simply replied to the owner's question, "My name is Wei Tianlin."
After saying this, he fell silent and continued drinking, as if only the wine in his cup could soothe the turmoil in his heart.
The shopkeeper smiled and continued with concern, "Young Master Wei, you seem to be very sad. Is it something to do with your relationship? Could you tell me and I can give you some advice?"
Wei Tianlin simply replied, "I'm fine, thank you for your concern."
Seeing that Wei Tianlin didn't want to talk to him any longer, the shopkeeper changed the subject, saying, "Young Master Wei, if you don't want to talk about it, I won't bother you. But you can't drink any more of this wine; you've had enough."
Wei Tianlin initially ignored the shopkeeper's concern, but after several attempts to persuade him, he stopped drinking, handed the shopkeeper a wad of silver, picked up his sword, and headed out.
Seeing that he was walking unsteadily, the shopkeeper worried that he had drunk too much and chased after him, asking with concern, "Young Master Wei, would you like me to arrange accommodation for you?"
Wei Tianlin still replied indifferently, "Thanks,"
and walked out of town.
Watching the handsome young man's retreating figure, the shopkeeper sighed softly, "Another lovelorn fool."
Wei Tianlin walked towards the official road leading northwest from the town. He didn't want to stop; he just wanted to walk, to keep walking, as if only in this way could he find some relief from his pain. His suffering, the reason he had drunk so much wine, was indeed, as the shopkeeper had asked—he was tormented and wounded by love, because the person he loved did not accept his love.
Although he had tried his best, repeatedly expressing his love and sincerity to his goddess, she remained unmoved. Last night, she had even slapped him. That slap had utterly shattered his hopelessness. She had always loved him dearly; she had never hit him, and in his memory, she had never even scolded him.
He was in immense pain, but could he tell anyone about his wounds and anguish? He truly wanted to confide in someone about his current state of mind, but he couldn't. Because the goddess in his heart was none other than his most beautiful and loving mother. Walking aimlessly along the road, his heart cried out repeatedly, "Mom, why are you so heartless? Why won't you accept me? I don't want you to be my mother, I want you to be my wife! My love for you is genuine. Do you know how many sleepless nights I've spent for you?"
Wei Tianlin walked on aimlessly, painfully recalling the beautiful times he had spent with his mother. His mother was a woman of breathtaking beauty, gentle and wise. She was no ordinary woman, but the most beautiful of the "Four Beauties of the Martial World," the "Windwalker," while his father was the renowned "Soaring Dragon Swordsman," Wei Zhenqing.
In Wei Tianlin's memory, there was no trace of his father. When he was little, whenever he asked his mother about his father, she always said he had gone to a very far away place. Later, his mother told him that his father was no longer alive. But she only told him that his father had died at the hands of an enemy, and that she would only tell him who the enemy was after he mastered unparalleled martial arts.
Wei Tianlin was raised by his mother. She taught him to read, to practice martial arts, and played hide-and-seek with him. She loved him dearly and cared for him meticulously. Whenever he caught a cold or accidentally scraped his skin, she would panic, as if facing a formidable enemy, fearing he would leave her forever. She remembered once when he injured his little toe while practicing martial arts, and blood flowed freely. In her panic, she didn't even have time to apply medicine; she simply held his little toe in her mouth until the bleeding stopped. His mother spoiled him and indulged his every whim, always finding a way to give him whatever he wanted.
Although Wei Tianlin grew up under his mother's boundless love and care, he wasn't spoiled. From a young age, he helped her with chores. He loved his mother, but like any other man, he harbored a primal admiration for her stunning beauty and a possessive desire for her voluptuous and alluring body—though these desires remained subconscious. At this moment, his love for his mother was the simple, deep affection of a son for his loving mother.
Wei Tianlin clearly remembered that the subconscious admiration for his mother's stunning beauty and the possessive desire for her voluptuous and alluring body began to sublimate in his mind, becoming conscious of its existence, on a night two years ago. From that moment on, he developed a sensual love for his mother that transcended familial affection.
Since Wei Tianlin was old enough to understand, he had noticed his mother often reciting that poignant melody in the middle of the night. He knew his mother was missing his deceased father, and from then on, he secretly vowed to make his mother happy. Unfortunately, he was too young then and didn't know what to do. But one night two years ago, a chance event changed their peaceful life.
That night, Wei Tianlin finished his martial arts practice and returned home. Suddenly, he heard the sound of water coming from his mother's room; he knew she was taking a bath. An irresistible temptation led Wei Tianlin to his mother's door. Presumably, "Heroine of the Gale" thought he wouldn't return so soon, so the door wasn't closed tightly, leaving a large crack, which undoubtedly gave Wei Tianlin great convenience. He peeked through the crack, and once he did, his gaze was fixed on
her... He saw his mother, "Heroine of the Gale," bathing naked in the room. The steam emanating from the tub made the room somewhat hazy. After a while, Heroine of the Gale rose from the tub, revealing her two plump breasts, with two pink, erect nipples that looked incredibly alluring. Looking down, her neatly trimmed, thick pubic hair covered her tender vulva, appearing exceptionally lewd and sexy. Now, moistened by the warm water, her snow-white body seemed to have been bathed in a pinkish hue, further enhancing her allure.
The naked heroine walked towards the dressing table. She carefully examined her naked body in the bronze mirror, which reflected a mature and alluring young woman, her voluptuous body both sexy and arousing to men's fantasies. The heroine's face was as beautiful as a celestial being, her beauty fully displaying the mature allure of a young woman. Her large, plump breasts, undiminished by age, remained high and soft, still enough to drive men wild.
Looking down, she saw her lower body still maintained a slender, serpentine waist, and below her abdomen, a row of thick, dark pubic hair covered a vulva capable of driving men mad. Looking back, her beautifully shaped, full buttocks stood erect. The heroine's overall figure could be described as perfectly proportioned—"any more would be too fat, any less too thin."
The Wind-Wandering Heroine hadn't aged with the ravages of time; instead, time had adorned her, transforming her into a stunningly beautiful and alluring young woman. This mature and charming beauty was something younger women couldn't match or learn, especially since she was only about thirty-one or thirty-two years old. The years of hatred and suffering she had endured had imbued her with a unique aura that made men irresistibly drawn to her. The Wind-Wandering Heroine
gazed at herself in the bronze mirror with great satisfaction and excitement. At that moment, she felt a faint itch in her lower body, and a few drops of lustful fluid oozed from her alluring opening. She couldn't help but rub her legs together. She hadn't felt this sensation in over ten years; since her husband's murder, she had been a widow for more than a decade.
For over a decade, the Wind-Wandering Heroine had remained chaste, but this didn't mean she lacked sexual desire; on the contrary, it was incredibly strong. Although she was grateful to have preserved her chastity for her deceased husband, she was, after all, a mature married woman who desperately needed physical comfort from a man. However, harboring hatred for her late husband, she had been forced to suppress her intense sexual desire for over ten years.
But now, after bathing, her alluring vulva seemed unable to bear the itch, and a few drops of sweet juice flowed from it. Her mature, voluptuous body naturally felt hot and itchy, and this intense sexual desire was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. The Wind-Wandering Heroine couldn't help but slightly sway her hips due to this subtle itching. Little did she know that her every move was being observed by her son, Wei Tianlin.
Wei Tianlin felt his blood surging. He knew he couldn't watch any longer, so while "Windwalker" was getting dressed, he quietly slipped out of the house. After waiting for a full quarter of an hour, he swaggered back in, pretending to have just finished practicing his martial arts. "Windwalker" had already prepared the meal and was waiting for him. He acted as if nothing had happened, greeted his mother, and sat down to eat, but dared not look directly at her. "Windwalker," however, remained completely unaware.
For some time afterward, every time Wei Tianlin was with his mother and saw her dazzlingly beautiful face, her alluring body would vividly appear in his mind. He longed to see her more, yet dared not, feeling he was desecrating his beautiful mother. He began to avoid his beautiful mother, but his unsuspecting mother assumed he was unwell and cared for him even more tenderly. His mother's naked body appeared in his mind even more frequently.
That night, his mother's naked form began to appear in his dreams. Wei Tianlin didn't know what to do, nor what was wrong with him. He dared not tell his mother. He was confused and distressed. Until one day, he went to town, and on his way back, he found a book that had fallen from the body of a drunken vagrant. After reading it, he understood many things. The book was called "The Secret History of Incest." After reading it, he realized that he had fallen in love with his beautiful and alluring mother, who was captivating to everyone in the world.
The book tells the story of a wealthy family's son who, after his father's early death, was raised by his beautiful mother. Later, the son fell in love with his mother, and the mother, moved by his repeated pursuit, eventually fell in love with him as well, giving herself to him and becoming his first wife, bearing him several children. Although the son later married several concubines, the person he loved most was always his first wife. The book's depiction of the mother-son love intoxicated Wei Tianlin, and its portrayal of their passionate love ignited his passion.
After reading the book, Wei Tianlin finally understood. His various hallucinations about his mother stemmed from his lustful love for her. This deep affection had been hidden deep within him, unknown until the day he accidentally saw his mother bathing naked, which awakened the feelings he had harbored since childhood. He felt the book described his relationship with his mother. At that moment, Wei Tianlin realized his feelings for her, but he knew they were forbidden, unacceptable to society, and he dared not tell anyone.
He tried to forget them, but all his efforts were futile when faced with his mother's breathtakingly beautiful face and her alluring, curvaceous body. At night, he dreamt of making love with his mother. He spent half a year in this torment of unrequited love.
It wasn't until one day when he saw his mother secretly reciting that poignant poem with tears in her eyes that he truly realized that his mother was also lonely and suffering. Although she had such a good son as him, as a woman, she not only needed a son, but also a man who truly belonged to her to take care of her and love her.
For so many years, she had enjoyed the joys of motherhood in his presence, but how many times had she silently shed tears of loneliness and memories of past pleasures when she fell asleep alone in the quiet of the night? As a woman living in this society, her concepts of chastity and fidelity were so firm that the re-enactment of those past joys seemed so unattainable to her!
From that moment on, Wei Tianlin felt that to end his own torment, and to ensure that his mother would no longer be lonely or weep in his presence or in the quiet of the night, he had the reason, the responsibility, and the courage to abandon his incestuous thoughts and confess his love to his mother, expressing his desire to marry her—an unbelievable yet incredibly real, selfless, and touching thought.
Wei Tianlin chose a sunny morning to express his feelings to his mother. That day, his mother was also in a good mood and played hide-and-seek with Wei Tianlin. When Wei Tianlin deliberately let his blindfolded mother grab him, he tightly hugged her slender, smooth waist, pulled down the cloth covering her face, looked directly into her stunningly beautiful face, and sincerely and directly said, "Mom, I love you. Please marry me."
Wei Tianlin clearly remembered his mother's expression at that moment.
She was initially stunned for a moment, then thought she had misheard. After being confirmed by Wei Tianlin's words, she had an expression of disbelief. She quickly broke free from Wei Tianlin's embrace and sternly questioned, "Tianlin, how could you have such a thought? Are you out of your mind? I'm your mother!"
Wei Tianlin ignored his mother's stern expression. He calmly told his mother everything he had been thinking and struggling with, except for the image of his mother's naked body and the dream of making love with her. "Wind Heroine's" face flushed red and then darkened with his narration.
When he finished speaking, his mother, disregarding his distress, was only angry that he had harbored such thoughts for so long. She angrily said, "Tianlin, I don't care what you thought before, but from now on, you are not allowed to have such thoughts again. If you do, I will no longer speak to you."
With that, she turned and went back to her room without looking back.
Wei Tianlin was not discouraged. He knew that such incestuous behavior, unacceptable to society, would be difficult for a woman with such deeply ingrained traditional values as his mother to accept immediately. Even when he first had such thoughts, hadn't he felt remorse for a while? Wei Tianlin knew he needed to give his mother time to think and face the matter, and he also needed to find a way to make her accept him, accept him as her man.
Therefore, for a period of time afterward, Wei Tianlin did not mention the matter to his mother. However, he changed his approach from treating his mother as a son to caring for and loving her as her man, making her feel at all times and in all places that he was not only her son, but also her man, her new life partner.
At first, "Windwalker" was quite angry about his change in attitude and ignored him. But gradually, she seemed to get used to it and started chatting and laughing with Wei Tianlin as before, practicing martial arts and reading together. During their conversations, Wei Tianlin would occasionally tell stories of romantic escapades he'd heard in town. Initially, "Windwalker" wouldn't let him continue and would scold him each time. But later, seeing that Wei Tianlin ignored her scolding and continued to tell these stories, she stopped stopping him. Sometimes Wei Tianlin noticed that his mother was listening intently, and he was secretly pleased.
A month later, he mustered his courage again and asked his mother to marry him. This time, his mother wasn't very angry, but her attitude seemed resolute. She said, "Tianlin, I know you love and care for me. At your age, it's easy to overthink and act impulsively. I'm your mother, and I love you more than myself. But precisely because I'm your mother, our relationship can only be mother and son. There can never be the kind of relationship you're thinking of. Do you know that's incest? It's unacceptable to society. If people find out, we'll not only be ashamed to face our ancestors, but we won't be able to stand in this society. That would be me ruining you. So, don't think about it anymore. I will never agree to it."
Wei Tianlin knew that his mother still harbored deeply ingrained thoughts of incest. He needed to untangle this knot in her heart before he could finally fulfill his wish. One day, he remembered the book called "The Secret History of Incest," so he secretly placed it on his mother's bed. The next day, he boldly asked his mother if she had read the book.
"The Wind-Wandering Heroine" didn't answer him, but from the slight blush on his mother's face, he knew she had seen it, so he pressed her for her opinion. His mother had to reply, "Tianlin, that's just what's written in books, it's not real. Don't show me things like that again."
Wei Tianlin argued, "Mom, but at least it shows that many people have thought about this kind of thing, it's not impossible."
"The Wind-Wandering Heroine" didn't listen to his explanation and turned away.
Afterwards, Wei Tianlin persisted in trying to instill in his mother the idea that incest wasn't terrible, and his love for her and her body. He told her that as long as they loved each other, there was no need to care about worldly customs. He felt his efforts had an impact on his mother, because when he said these things, she no longer scolded him or stopped him; sometimes she even listened attentively. But she still told Wei Tianlin not to have such thoughts. Wei Tianlin didn't know what to do and gradually lost patience.
That night, a sudden clap of thunder and a fierce wind arose, followed by the first downpour of spring. Wei Tianlin couldn't sleep in his room. Ever since the day he formally confessed his feelings to his mother, his love for her had grown even stronger. Although he knew he had to let his mother gradually accept his thoughts and then accept him,
when they were together, he strongly suppressed the urge to embrace her and caress her beautiful, full, and alluring body in the face of her stunning beauty and captivating figure. But at night, he simply couldn't stop thinking about her, about her beautiful and alluring naked body. Every night, he could only fall asleep by imagining his mother's naked body.
Tonight, in the quiet of this rainy night, his desire to embrace, kiss, and possess his mother's body was even stronger. He left his room and went to his mother's room next door; the light was still on in her room. He gently knocked on his mother's door and whispered, "Mom, it's me."
A moment later, the door opened, and his mother stood there in a form-fitting nightgown that accentuated her full figure. Before she could speak, Wei Tianlin grabbed her beautiful body—the one he thought about every day, every moment—and hugged her tightly
, saying, "Mom, I really love you. I can't take it anymore. Give it to me." Ignoring her struggles, he held her soft, smooth body tightly, kissing her delicate face passionately, while his hand reached
for her breasts to unbutton them. Just as his hand touched her high, full, soft breasts, he heard a crisp sound and felt a burning sensation on his face. He realized his mother had slapped him. He froze, released his mother, and tears of grievance streamed down his face. He said to his mother in anguish and sorrow, "Mom, do you know how much I miss you? Do you know that every time I close my eyes, all I see is your image? I can't sleep without thinking about you. Do you know why you're so stubborn? I love you, I want to cherish you, take care of you, and not let you hide in the house crying alone anymore. What's wrong with that? But you hit me! You've never hit me before!"
At this point, Wei Tianlin shouted at his mother again in anguish and sorrow, "Mom, I really can't live without you! Can you really be so heartless?"
Faced with his accusation, his mother also wept bitterly and cried out, "Tianlin, don't force me! I love you, and I know you love me and care about me. We can only be mother and son. We can't have incestuous relations; it will ruin you! Do you understand? Don't force me anymore!"
Seeing his mother's unmoved attitude, Wei Tianlin said in despair, "Mom, are you really so cruel? Do you really not care whether I live or die?"
His mother didn't answer his questions, only weeping with the same pain and sorrow, covering her face and saying, "What sins have I committed?"
Wei Tianlin stopped crying and softly said, "Mom, take care, I'm leaving."
Wei Tianlin really left. He braved the wind and rain, leaving home with a heart full of despair. He couldn't gain his mother's acceptance, nor could he face her, because he knew that if he faced her again, he would still be unable to control himself and do what he did that night.
Thinking about these things, Wei Tianlin continued walking, fueled by alcohol. It was getting dark, but Wei Tianlin still had no intention of finding a place to stay. He only knew that continuing to walk forward could alleviate the pain in his heart. He stopped in front of a forest because he heard the sounds of fighting. His curiosity led him away from the main road and towards the sound.
In the middle of the forest, he saw four masked men attacking a middle-aged man. These four masked men were extremely skilled in martial arts. The middle-aged man's martial arts seemed to be quite good as well, but he had already suffered multiple knife wounds and was about to fall. But the four masked men showed no sign of stopping, seemingly intent on killing the middle-aged man.
Seeing the four masked men ganging up on the man, and the man in dire straits, Wei Tianlin's innate chivalrous spirit was ignited. Without considering whether he could defeat them, he shouted "Stop!" and charged forward, unleashing a set of "Soaring Dragon Sword Technique." Wei Tianlin's martial arts were learned from his mother; aside from sparring with her, he had never fought anyone else.
Seeing Wei Tianlin's exquisite swordsmanship, the four masked men dared not underestimate him and launched a full-scale attack. Gradually, Wei Tianlin felt the pressure increasing, and the effects of the alcohol took hold. He struggled desperately, his mind clouded. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his thigh; he knew he had been stabbed. He then felt wounds in his chest, hands, and other places. Blood slowly flowed from his wounds, and his mind became increasingly clouded.
At that moment, he saw a sword blade piercing straight towards his heart. Wei Tianlin knew he was about to die. He felt a sense of relief mixed with boundless regret and remorse—regret for not having had time to say goodbye to his beloved mother, and remorse for leaving in a huff the previous night, hurting her heart. He knew his mother must be heartbroken, but there was nothing he could do. He collapsed. Before he fell, he seemed to hear a clear, melodious voice call out, "Stop!"
The "Windwalker" sat in the house, her beautiful face etched with deep pain and sorrow. Her gaze was unfocused as she stared into the distance, repeatedly murmuring, "Tianlin, where are you? Don't you really want your mother anymore? Can you really bear to leave your mother alone at home?"
This stunningly beautiful woman was Wei Tianlin's mother, the former "Windwalker," the leader of the "Four Beauties of the Martial World."
She was only in her early thirties, naturally beautiful and well-maintained, showing no signs of middle age, but rather possessing the captivating charm and beauty of a mature young woman. At eighteen, while traveling the martial arts world, she met Wei Zhenqing, a rising star. During their acquaintance, she was beautiful, gentle, and well-educated; he was handsome, dashing, skilled in martial arts, and considerate. They quickly fell in love. However, their blissful relationship lasted only about half a year. Wei Zhenqing, to keep a promise to a powerful enemy, traveled to the Miao region, where he was buried.
This was undoubtedly a devastating blow to the young "Windwalker." She considered suicide, but she was already six months pregnant. For the sake of her child, she did not follow her husband. The child was a boy, whom she named Wei Tianlin. After giving birth to Wei Tianlin, the "Windwalker" never traveled the martial arts world again, devoting herself entirely to little Wei Tianlin.
She raised him with great care and hardship, teaching him both her own and Wei Zhenqing's martial arts. Wei Tianlin was exceptionally intelligent, possessing a photographic memory and mastering martial arts instantly, even applying what he learned to other situations. He was her precious darling, her only solace. Little Wei Tianlin had now grown into a thirteen-year-old boy, even more handsome and dashing than his father.
"The Wind-Winged Heroine" adored her son, and his behavior brought her great comfort. She felt she had done right by her deceased husband, and she felt happy. But now, this very son had driven her into a predicament she didn't know how to handle. During this time, faced with the tender affection her son had shown her, how could she not be moved?
Her son was handsome and dashing; his elegant and dashing appearance could captivate any woman in the world. As a mother, besides being proud of her son, wasn't she also captivated by him? Whenever the night was quiet, and she thought of her distant husband, didn't she often mistake her son for him? When her son poured out his love and longing for her, she countless times impulsively wanted to rush into his arms, accept his love, and let him caress and cherish her.
For over a decade, while she enjoyed the deep bond between mother and son, she also experienced the profound loneliness common to all widows, a loneliness that intensified and became harder to dispel in the quiet of the night. Her son was right; she truly longed for a man to cherish her, love her, embrace her, and caress her. More than
a decade had passed since her husband's death. "Windwalker" sat in her chair, letting out a soft sigh. A woman's body matures from her twenties to her thirties. Every midnight, recalling the good times, tears would soak her pillow. No matter how composed she was during the day, loneliness would always quietly take over at night, especially when she thought of the intimacy with her husband. Now, alone with her pillow, how could her youthful body, so in need of her husband's care, not feel unbearably itchy? The painful feeling of sleeping alone in the large bed at night was indescribable.
Watching her son grow taller and stronger, his spirit gradually emerging, she saw him practicing martial arts shirtless, his expression focused, drenched in sweat—a spitting image of her deceased husband. Yet, that beauty, even more alluring than a woman's, was proof of her own flesh and blood, a connection of blood that always captivated her, leaving her breathless, her legs numb and drenched, almost unable to stand.
"The Wind-Winged Heroine" could sense that Tianlin's affection for her had initially been merely a child's attachment to his mother. But in the last year or two, "The Wind-Winged Heroine" noticed a change in her son's gaze. It had become like that of a strange young man appraising a beautiful young woman—affectionate, fiery, and tinged with desire. How could the astute "Wind-Winged Heroine" not notice her son's change? Especially in the last six months, Tianlin's gaze seemed to have progressed even further.
“Tianlin, do you know that every time your gaze falls upon your mother, it burns like fire, igniting a fire within me, making me clench my legs for you? Tianlin, I’m so happy that you are so attached to me. But you have a bright future ahead of you. I know you are good to me, so I can’t ruin it for you. You will meet a girl a thousand times better than me.”
With a long sigh, “Windwalker” realized her breath was burning hot, even the deepest part of her body was ablaze.
But let alone the fact that she was deeply bound by societal norms and etiquette, she couldn’t possibly find another man. Even if she decided to break free from these constraints, with her pride and self-respect, she knew clearly that she would not marry another man. For the past ten years, apart from her beloved son and her husband, whose memory was becoming increasingly hazy, she had treated all other men as nothing.
She only wanted her beloved son to see her breathtakingly beautiful face; she didn’t want any other man to even glimpse her beauty. Therefore, she always wore a veil whenever she went out. Deep in her heart, besides her beloved son, she could never accept another man; only her son was her one and only love.
But could she accept her son's affections? After all, it was incest, something society forbade. If she agreed, how could she face her deceased husband and ancestors? More importantly, if society found out, how would her son face society? Wouldn't his future be ruined?
She couldn't bear to hurt her beloved son. She'd rather live a life of solitude than let him suffer. She knew he would marry, have children, and eventually forget her love. Therefore, she endured immense pain, repeatedly and harshly rejecting his tender affections against her will. Last night, she even slapped him for the first time.
After she slapped him, when he said he was leaving, she thought her slap had worked, stopping his impulsive act, and thus didn't care, falling into a deep sleep in anguish. This morning, she woke up to find her son wasn't greeting her as usual, assuming he was angry. But when she went to his room, he wasn't there.
She searched the entire courtyard but couldn't find him. Only then did she realize he wasn't just saying it. Yet, she still clung to a sliver of hope, hoping he was just being stubborn and would return soon. She waited anxiously in the garden. In anxious waiting, an hour passed, then two, and soon it was almost noon. But there was still no sign of her beloved son, something that had never happened before.
For over ten years, she and her son had depended on each other, caring for one another, and her son had never acted this way before. What if he did something foolish? What if he left and never came back? She thought of the despair on her son's face after she slapped him the night before, and she felt extreme terror and fear.
"Tianlin, come back quickly! Please don't do anything foolish! Don't leave your mother!"
She now clearly realized that she couldn't lose her son in her life, and her son absolutely couldn't be harmed or suffer any misfortune because of her. She began to blame herself for rejecting her son's love.
Her beloved son loved her and wanted her body, so why couldn't she give it to him? Since the day she gave birth to this precious son, hadn't she always been prepared to sacrifice everything for him? Besides, it was just her own body. Incest was forbidden by social norms, but weren't the mother and son in the book
her son had given her also committing incest? Didn't they live happier and more fulfilling lives because of their incestuous relationship? Why should she wrong herself and hurt her son's heart for an invisible set of social norms? What if her son did something foolish because of her stubbornness? Would she have the face to face her husband and ancestors in the afterlife? When she thought of her son possibly doing something foolish for her, "Windwalker" suddenly awoke. She no longer hesitated, no longer considered, no longer waited.
She had to find her son as soon as possible. As long as her son returned, as long as he was always safe and sound by her side, whether he wanted her love or her body, she would no longer wrong herself, no longer suppress herself, no longer hide her equal love for him, and happily give it to him. She took some silver, a sword, and some hidden weapons and rushed out of the house.
Not knowing where her beloved son had gone, she inquired at every hotel and inn. In her haste to leave, she had forgotten her veil, and at each hotel and inn, her stunning beauty caused a stir, but she paid no heed. Fortunately, Wei Tianlin was exceptionally handsome, and like her, he was the center of attention wherever he went.
Therefore, when she inquired at the eighth hotel, the waiter told her that Wei Tianlin had been there and that after eating, he had headed northeast along the main road. "The Wind-Wandering Heroine" stopped a coachman, said nothing, pulled him off his horse, tossed him a piece of silver, and leaped away. At dusk, "The Wind-Wandering Heroine" arrived at a market town.
Jiangnan was known for its beautiful women, and the townspeople had seen countless beauties, but as "The Wind-Wandering Heroine" rode through the town, the townspeople still stopped and turned to look at this peerless beauty, but "The Wind-Wandering Heroine" paid no attention. She stopped in front of a grand hotel and dismounted with a leap.
The innkeeper, standing in front of the restaurant to greet customers, watched the approaching "Windwalker" and thought to himself, "I've seen countless beauties, but none are as stunningly beautiful, so elegant and graceful as this woman before me. Every gesture she makes is breathtaking; even her dismounting is captivating."
Thinking this, the "Windwalker" arrived, and the innkeeper hurriedly went to greet her, saying, "This lady, please come in."
The "Windwalker" didn't go in; instead, she asked directly, "Innkeeper, has a boy of about ten years old come in here today?"
She then described and gestured to illustrate Wei Tianlin's physical characteristics.
Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper knew that "Windwalker" was looking for Wei Tianlin, who had just left. She answered readily, "Yes, yes, that young man arrived around noon and left an hour ago."
She then added enthusiastically, "That young man seemed to be troubled by something. He drank quite a bit. I saw he was very drunk and persuaded him to stop, but he paid the bill and left, refusing to stay."
Hearing that her beloved son was drunk, "Windwalker" felt a pang of pain in her heart. Her son never drank; his drunkenness today showed how heartbroken he was. The slap she had given him yesterday had deeply wounded him. She couldn't help but feel guilty. She regretted not agreeing to her son's request yesterday, and not giving herself to him.
Yesterday, when her beloved touched her breasts, hadn't her own heart been pounding? When she came to her senses, her anxiety and concern were palpable. She asked, "Which way did he go?"
Seeing her urgency, the innkeeper didn't dare delay and pointed to the official road to the northeast, saying, "That young gentleman went in that direction." "
The Wind-Winged Heroine," without even a word of thanks, leaped onto her horse and rode northeast. The innkeeper watched the Wind-Winged Heroine's beautiful figure disappear into the distance, feeling a little strange.
The Wind-Winged Heroine kept spurring her horse, urging it to run faster. She desperately wanted to find her beloved; she was worried about him, afraid he might get drunk and cause trouble. On horseback, she constantly blamed herself, repeatedly saying in her heart, "Tianlin, Mom loves you. Mom promises you, Mom will give you her body, as long as you never leave Mom again."
Soon, the Wind-Winged Heroine reached the edge of a forest. She heard sounds of fighting, and it seemed her beloved's voice was mixed in with the sounds. "The Wind-Winged Heroine" rode her horse into the woods. Just as she saw Ai'er, the masked man thrust his sword towards Wei Tianlin's chest. Simultaneously, "The Wind-Winged Heroine's" signature hidden weapon, the Nine-Bend Needle, was unleashed. The masked man fell before his sword reached Wei Tianlin's chest, but Wei Tianlin also collapsed. The middle-aged man lay already in a pool of blood, clearly dead.
Seeing Ai'er fall, "The Wind-Winged Heroine" felt as if she had fallen into boundless darkness, her heart sinking. She cried out in sorrow, "Tianlin,"
as she unleashed the Nine-Bend Needle, felling the other three masked men. As the masked men fell, she swiftly rushed to Ai'er's side. She knelt down and picked her up.
Seeing her beloved son's eyes closed and his body covered in blood, she felt a wave of fear and cried, "Tianlin, wake up! Don't scare Mom! You can't die! What will Mom do if you die?"
The "Windwalker" was somewhat disoriented from fear and forgot to check if her son could still be saved.
She hugged her son tightly, sobbing and murmuring, "Tianlin, it's all Mom's fault. Actually, Mom wanted you very much. Mom has thought it through. You are Mom's beloved son, Mom's precious child. If I don't give my body to you, who will? Don't leave Mom again, okay? Mom promises you, from now on, whenever you want Mom's body, Mom will give it to you."
After a long while, the "Windwalker" finally came to her senses from the pain. While secretly scolding herself for her foolishness, she quickly checked her son's pulse and found that he was not dead. Overjoyed, she quickly checked his wounds and found that the wounds on his hands and chest had stopped bleeding, but a wound on his inner thigh was still bleeding profusely.
The "Windwalker" immediately tore open her son's pants to check the wound. The wound was on the upper inner thigh, only a few feet away from Wei Tianlin's private parts. To apply medicine to the wound, Ai'er's pants had to be completely removed, inevitably exposing his private parts to her view. But at this moment, "Windwalker" couldn't think about that anymore. She quickly removed Wei Tianlin's pants and underpants. Facing Ai'er's private parts, she didn't dare to look too much, but simply took out the unique healing medicine created by her sect from her bosom and applied it to Ai'er's wound.
After applying the medicine and stopping the bleeding, her hand accidentally touched her son's private parts. Only then did she realize their presence. She couldn't help but glance at them, noticing their enormous size, and her heart skipped a beat, her face flushing. She quickly and carefully covered her son's genitals with his pants. Then she checked his pulse and found it was relatively normal, which relieved her somewhat. Worried about her son's
injuries, "Windwalker" hastily buried the bodies and then held her son in her arms. She dared not ride a horse, fearing it would reopen his wounds. Carrying her son, she used her light-footed skills to head towards the market town. Fortunately, the town wasn't far, and "Windwalker" arrived quickly using her superb light-footed skills. She dared not stay in the town.
Firstly, because several people had died, the authorities would be investigating the next day, and although she wasn't afraid of the authorities, she didn't want any trouble. Secondly, staying in the town would make it inconvenient for her son to recover. She decided to take her beloved son home that very night. She bought a simple carriage and a quilt from an ordinary family. She first spread the quilt on the carriage, then placed her son on the thick quilt, and personally drove towards Jinling that very night. Along the way, "The Wind-Wandering Heroine" would frequently stop to check on her son's wounds and breathing, only continuing on her way when she saw that his wounds hadn't reopened.
Around midnight, "The Wind-Wandering Heroine" returned home. After parking the carriage in the backyard, she hurriedly carried her son into her room. After placing him on her bed, she saw that he was still unconscious and covered in blood, so she boiled some hot water to wash him. She sat on the edge of the bed and gently removed her son's clothes one by one.
Wei Tianlin's trousers had already been removed when he was applying medicine in the forest, and now they were only covering his private parts. As "Windwalker's" hand prepared to remove it, she couldn't help but recall the scene in the forest when her hand touched her beloved's jade stem. A moment of shy hesitation crossed her mind, but she quickly overcame her embarrassment and gently removed the trousers covering her beloved.
After her beloved's escape and near-death experience, "Windwalker's" heart realized how important he was to her, and knew she could never leave him again, could never refuse his physical advances. She knew she would belong to him sooner or later. Therefore, at this moment, she already considered herself his woman. Yet, when her beloved's enormous member and naked body were fully revealed before her, "Windwalker's" face still burned.
Facing her beloved son's naked body and his treasure, "Windwalker" felt both heartache for his injuries and a blush rising from his strong physique and the mature masculine aura emanating from him. She couldn't resist the urge to touch his manhood, but ultimately restrained herself. After secretly scolding herself for having such thoughts, she quickly and carefully washed her son's body with a towel.
After wiping him clean, she applied medicine to his wounds and gently covered his naked body with a blanket. Watching her son's steady breathing and sweet sleeping face, "Windwalker" felt relieved enough to take a bath, quickly eat some cold food, and then return to the bedside. She put on a robe and fell asleep by his side.
When the gentle morning sunlight streamed into the room, Wei Tianlin woke up. He felt himself lying on a very comfortable bed, a delicate fragrance wafting into his nostrils. He slowly opened his eyes and found himself indeed lying on a luxurious and familiar bed. A beautiful and radiant young woman was sleeping soundly beside the bed, the intoxicating fragrance emanating from her.
The beautiful woman seemed to know that Wei Tianlin had woken up. She opened her eyes, a joyful expression on her beautiful face: "Tianlin, you're finally awake."
Yes, this incomparably beautiful woman was none other than his mother, whom he had missed day and night.
Looking at his mother's beautiful face, which wore a joyful yet weary expression, he couldn't help but gently stroke her delicate features, smiling as he said, "Mom, is it really you? Am I dreaming?"
"Windwalker" grasped her son's hand that was caressing her face, pressing her tender cheek tightly against his large, warm hand, tears welling in her eyes as she excitedly said, "It's Mom, it's Mom here with you. You're not dreaming. Mom will never let you leave Mom again."
Knowing that the person beside him was his real, beautiful mother, Wei Tianlin smiled even more brightly, saying, "Mom, I missed you so much. I thought I'd never see you again. You don't blame me anymore, do you?
" Hearing her son's heartfelt words, "Windwalker" could no longer suppress her long-suppressed emotions. Forgetting her son's injuries, she threw herself at him, embracing him tightly.
Pressing her face against his, "Windwalker" said tearfully, "Tianlin, Mom misses you too. Mom loves you. Please don't leave Mom again, okay? If you want Mom's body, Mom will give it to you. Whatever you want from Mom, Mom will do, as long as you don't leave Mom again and abandon her. Mom can't live without you."
When "Windwalker" finished speaking, Wei Tianlin seemed to disbelieve his ears. All this time, he had gone to great lengths and tried every possible method, but not only had he failed to get his mother to accept him, but just two days ago, he had even been slapped and scolded by her. Now, had his departure changed everything? Had his mother really accepted his love?
He really couldn't believe it. He cupped "Windwalker's" flower-like face in his hands, staring blankly at her, and asked expectantly, "Mom, is what you just said true? Have you really accepted me? Have you really agreed to give me your body?"
"Windwalker" met her beloved son's expectant gaze, her face flushed with shyness and tender affection, and nodded.
Looking at his mother's shy and affectionate expression, Wei Tianlin knew he hadn't misheard. Yes, his mother had agreed to what he had always dreamed of: she would belong to him, her body, her feelings, everything about her would belong to him completely. At this moment, Wei Tianlin forgot the waves of pain emanating from the wound pressed by the "Wind Heroine." He tightly embraced his mother's smooth, delicate body, and said excitedly and affectionately, "Mom, I will never leave you again. I will stay by your side for the rest of my life, cherish you, love you. I will never make you angry again, never let you be sad again. I will fill your life with laughter."
As he spoke, Wei Tianlin's lips repeatedly kissed his mother's delicate and beautiful face. Finally, his lips captured his mother's lips, and his mother's soft, tender lips revealed her first kiss to his beloved mother. He suckled passionately, whispering, "Mom, I love you, I love you."
Touched by her son's sweet and affectionate words, and facing his fiery passion, "Windwalker" hesitated only briefly before tenderly and obediently accepting his kiss.
Wei Tianlin's tongue slipped into "Windwalker's" fragrant mouth, entwining with his mother's soft, smooth tongue. He sucked on her soft, smooth tongue and her sweet, nectar-like saliva. One of Wei Tianlin's hands naturally and unconsciously slipped under "Windwalker's" skirt, caressing her snow-white, round buttocks. His other hand slipped inside her blouse, gently grasping her delicate, snow-white breasts—breasts that had stirred his imagination countless times.
Under her son's sweet and passionate kisses, "Windwalker" gradually responded with equal affection, sucking back her son's tongue and saliva. As her son's hands slipped inside her skirt and blouse, caressing her snowy buttocks and round, white breasts, she offered no resistance, letting him fondle them with affection. She knew that they, and everything on her body, belonged to him, and he could touch them as he pleased.
Mother and son forgot the existence of the world, forgot the existence of worldly affairs, and for the first time were completely immersed in their loving kisses and caresses. It wasn't until "Windwalker" inadvertently touched the wound on Wei Tianlin's inner thigh, and Wei Tianlin couldn't help but groan softly, that "Windwalker" snapped out of her reverie and realized her son's injuries.
She quickly pulled away from her son's embrace, hastily lifting the blanket covering him to check his wounds. When she saw that none of his wounds had reopened, her unease gradually subsided. Only then did she notice that her son's body was naked in front of her, and his huge penis was already erect between his legs, its majestic appearance seemingly inviting her.
Her face flushed red, and she hurriedly covered her beloved son's naked body with the blanket. When "Wind Heroine" lifted the blanket, revealing Wei Tianlin's naked body to his mother, Wei Tianlin was initially a little embarrassed, but seeing that his mother was only focused on examining his wounds and seemed to have no evil intentions, his embarrassment disappeared.
Seeing his mother's flushed face and shy demeanor, he was also moved, finding her bashful expression even more beautiful. Ignoring his pain, he sat up and pulled "Windwalker" into his arms, saying, "Mom, you've already seen my naked body, now it's fair that I see yours too." "Windwalker" was
startled to see her son sit up and didn't respond. Instead, she hurriedly pulled away from his embrace and pressed him down, saying, "Tianlin, don't move, lie down quickly, you'll reopen your wound." Wei Tianlin seized
the opportunity to take advantage of his mother's affection, pleading, "Mom, I don't care about the wound, unless you promise to let me see your body now."
Looking at her son's expectant and persistent gaze, "Windwalker" felt incredibly ashamed to undress in front of him in broad daylight, yet she was also afraid that his pleading would reopen her wound and affect her son's health, causing her heartache. She hesitated.
Seeing his mother's shyness, Wei Tianlin decided to continue taking advantage of her affection and said, "Mom, if you don't agree, I won't just stay in bed, I'll get out of bed too."
He then pretended to get out of bed.
Seeing this, "Windwalker" quickly pressed him down, saying with a mix of shyness and playful reproach, "Okay, okay, Mom agrees. You just like to tease Mom. Hurry up and lie down."
Having received his mother's promise, Wei Tianlin readily lay down and urged, "Mom, come sit here quickly, let me undress you."
Although she had agreed to her son's trick, "Windwalker" still felt incredibly shy about undressing in front of him. She hesitated for a long time, refusing to sit on the edge of the bed. Finally, unable to resist Wei Tianlin's repeated urging, she thought to herself, "This body of mine is destined to belong to my beloved son. Not only should he see it, but he should also kiss it, touch it, and give it to him..."
Thinking this, she stopped hesitating. However, instead of sitting on the bed, she stood below, preparing to unbutton her top, and said shyly to Wei Tianlin, "Tianlin, close your eyes."
Wei Tianlin refused, saying, "No, Mom, not only do I not want to close my eyes, but I also want to take off your clothes. Come closer!" The
"Wind-Winged Heroine," fearing that her beloved son might hurt his wound by leaning back while undressing her, pretended to be serious and said, "Tianlin, if you don't listen to Mom, Mom won't take your clothes off for you to see."
Seeing his mother's serious attitude, and knowing she was doing it for his own good, Wei Tianlin obediently lay down, but didn't close his eyes.
Seeing that her beloved son wouldn't close his eyes, the "Wind-Winged Heroine" had no choice but to shyly and slowly undress herself under her son's burning gaze. She silently thought to herself, "After hiding this beautiful body for over ten years, it is finally about to be reopened to the second man in my life—my beloved son."
At this moment, this second man was more important to her than the first. Their time together had been too brief, and he was now too far away. This second man, however, was her own flesh and blood, the one she had raised with painstaking care of him. He was her heart and soul, not only her lover but also her beloved son. He was her entire life, and now she felt both maternal love and deep affection for him. She wanted him to see her body properly; she wanted him to feel proud and honored by her beauty and her alluring physique.
Wei Tianlin stared intently at his mother. He felt that not only was she breathtakingly beautiful, but the way she gently undressed was also incredibly captivating. With the nimble movements of her mother's hands, her body, capable of driving any man in the world mad, gradually unfolded before his eyes: snow-white, jade-like breasts, high and rounded, a flat and smooth abdomen, a small, round navel, and the mysterious genitals still hidden beneath her soft, delicate hands.
His mother's long-dreamed-of, goddess-like, flawless, beautiful body was finally fully revealed before him, naked. Wei Tianlin's mouth was dry, and his breathing was rapid. He softly said, "Mom, come to the bed, okay?"
Although "Wind Heroine" was somewhat prepared, she was still incredibly shy standing naked before her beloved son. Naturally, she covered her breast with one hand and her genitals with the other. Hearing her son's words, she remained shy, still covering her breast with one hand and her genitals with the other, as she walked to the bedside. Wei Tianlin sat up impatiently, wanting to embrace "Wind Heroine's" delicate body.
But as soon as "Wind Heroine" saw him sit up, she hurriedly pressed him down gently, her face showing displeasure, and said, "Tianlin, if you don't behave, Mom really won't talk to you anymore."
Wei Tianlin was really afraid that his mother would ignore him, so he had to suppress the strong urge to hug his mother's beautiful body and lie obediently.
"Windwalker" then revealed her charming and shy demeanor again, lifting the blanket covering Wei Tianlin, getting into bed, and gently pressing her naked body against Wei Tianlin's equally naked body. She whispered shyly in Wei Tianlin's ear, "Tianlin, you're injured right now, so just touch Mom's body. Don't move around too much. Once your injuries heal, whatever you want, Mom will do, okay?"
When his mother's soft and smooth body was pressed against him, Wei Tianlin's breathing became rapid, his eyes blazing with fire. He turned to the side and gently kneaded "Windwalker's" snow-white and round breasts. He carefully felt the smooth and delicate texture of his mother's snow-white breasts in his hands. When "Windwalker" asked him a question, he didn't even bother to answer, he just nodded.
His hand reached across the smooth, delicate abdomen of "Windwalker," exploring her mysterious and all-desired vulva—the place that had given birth to him. He gently caressed her delicate labia, lingering there for a long time. After an unknown amount of time, Wei Tianlin grabbed "Windwalker's" hand and guided it to his already erect penis, urgently saying, "Mom, I can't hold back anymore, I want you."
Guided by her beloved son, "Windwalker" gently grasped his erect penis. Her body, empty and lonely for many years, was now filled with passionate love under her son's gentle and sensual caresses. Yet, as a mother, she still remembered the wounds on her son's body.
She didn't want her beloved son to suffer any more, so her face flushed, but her attitude was firm as she said to Wei Tianlin, "Tianlin, Mom knows you're in pain, knows you want Mom. Mom's body is yours, and you want Mom now, so Mom wants to give it to you too. But your thigh injury is severe, and you can't move around too much, otherwise the wound will easily reopen. So Mom can't give you her body today, please bear with it."
Wei Tianlin knew he was injured, so he suppressed his desires, one hand embracing his mother's delicate body, the other gently caressing his mother's crystal-clear white breasts, and said affectionately, "Mom, I love you, I will cherish you and love you for the rest of my life."
"Wind Heroine" was also filled with tenderness, letting her beloved son caress her breasts at will, reaching out to stroke her son's face, and said dreamily, "Tianlin, Mom loves you too, loves you."
As "Windwalker" spoke, she remembered her beloved son's injury and asked with concern, "Tianlin, are you alright?"
Wei Tianlin smiled and said, "Mom, I'm fine, don't worry."
But "Windwalker" was still worried. She got up, lifted the blanket, and checked her son's wounds one by one. Seeing that none of the wounds had reopened, she was relieved.
Wei Tianlin was deeply moved by his mother's love and concern. At the same time, seeing "Windwalker's" bare, snow-white, round buttocks swaying as she bent over to carefully check her wounds, he felt a surge of desire. He leaned back slightly, cupped "Windwalker's" snow-white buttocks in his hands, and caressed them.
"Windwalker" knew her beloved son liked her snow-white, round buttocks, so after seeing that his wounds were healed, she lay down beside him, letting him caress her buttocks. At this point, "Windwalker" could basically accept her son's attachment to her beautiful body, so when he played with her flesh, she knew to enjoy the pleasure it brought.
After some time, she heard her son's stomach rumble a few times, realizing he hadn't eaten since yesterday. She quickly sat up, turned around, and said, "Tianlin, are you hungry? You haven't eaten all day. Mom will make you some food now."
After getting dressed, she lowered her head and kissed her son's face, instructing, "Tianlin, you need to lie still and not move around, okay?"
Wei Tianlin also kissed "Windwalker's" face and said, "Mom, okay, you're so nagging. Hurry up and make the food; I can't bear to be without you for too long."
"Windwalker" didn't say anything more, but turned to make the food with a sweet feeling in her heart.
The mother and son ate in bed. "The Wind-Wandering Heroine" fed Wei Tianlin slowly, like a loving mother and a wise wife. While Wei Tianlin ate, his hands were also busy. His hands were constantly caressing "The Wind-Wandering Heroine's" fair and delicate breasts inside her clothes.
In the following days, mother and son often expressed their love for each other, sharing their joys, sorrows, and anxieties. This deepened their bond and strengthened their sense of inseparable love. Under "The Wind-Wandering Heroine's" meticulous care and her sect's unique healing medicine, Wei Tianlin's wounds healed quickly.

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