Stealing Pleasure - No. 195 Waking Up from a Dream of Being Together

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Ding Tianjian unleashed his passionate love on Nangong Qin's body...
The suite they were in was suddenly filled with the colors of spring, a truly enchanting scene. Although the air conditioning was blasting cool air, both of them were exhausted and drenched in sweat after the torrential rain and wind.
Nangong Qin nestled in Ding Tianjian's arms like a little bird, feeling the man's strong heartbeat and heavy breathing, experiencing the joy of being a woman and the warmth of a harmonious life between men and women.
Are you going abroad this time?
Nangong Qin asked.
"Oh, I felt bored in the country, so I went on a trip."
"Where should we go? Let's see if I've been there before?"
"This trip was called a 'curiosity tour,' and we went to some little-known small countries in southern Africa. I don't know the specific itinerary; it was arranged by my younger sister. Anyway, it was just a trip to get away, and I didn't care where we went."
"I'll go with you?"
"OK."
"Unfortunately, there wasn't enough time to complete the formalities."
Ding Tianjian held her smooth body and gently kissed her lips, saying, "Yes, it was all my stepmother and younger sister who did it. I'm heartbroken, so I forgot to contact you. Let's make an appointment next time to go through the procedures together."
"Okay, it's a deal."
Nangong Qin enjoyed his tenderness, straightened up, and gently rubbed her two plump, soft breasts against Ding Tianjian's chest.
Ding Tianjian was aroused by her rubbing, so he bent down and took her in his mouth again, sucking hard, which made Nangong Qin's body tremble with a tingling sensation.
The two became intoxicated once again...
After seeing Ding Tianjian off at the airport, Nangong Qin drove back home. It was a home in name only, cold and deserted, devoid of any warmth or liveliness. In fact, they almost never cooked at home.
After her husband, Yuan Jing'an, was transferred back to Mandu, he almost never came home, spending all his time partying in bars and night markets. However, even when he did come home, it was the same; for many years, she had been alone, spending every night in an empty house.
She turned the room's heating up to 30 degrees Celsius, took off all her clothes, and sat naked in front of the dressing mirror. Looking at her beautiful and delicate face, her full and firm breasts, and her graceful figure, she lamented to herself, "I have what I legally possess, but I have no feelings for it and will not cherish it; I have what I actually possess, but I cannot be with it often. Such beautiful things are being wasted."
"Ding Tianjian would rather travel alone than invite me. Is he deliberately avoiding me?"
"How can I find someone like Ding Tianjian to spend my life with?"
She imagined Ding Tianjian walking up behind her and arranging her hair; she imagined strolling hand in hand in the bright moonlight and gentle breeze, whispering sweet nothings to each other, and making vows of eternal love.
These are all youthful dreams, aren't they? This is the kind of love life that only young people can have, right?
Time passed, and the burdens of worldly life made her drift further and further away from those things, making them more and more desirable yet unattainable, turning her into beams of moonlight in a mirror and flower shadows in water.
At this moment, she sat there heartbroken, but the image in her mind was of herself nestled in Ding Tianjian's gentle embrace.
There are no dinner plans or dates with girlfriends. Why not be like Ding Tianjian, staying at home like a husband and enjoying the joys of family life together?
She imagined her newlywed days: going to get off work and coming home every day, going to the market to buy groceries, rushing home to cook and boil water, waiting for her husband to come home from get off work for dinner...
If that waiting were replaced by his beloved Ding Tianjian, what an enviable situation that would be.
She immediately went into the kitchen and saw a fruit basket that had been thrown there from who-knows-when on the balcony. It was quite exquisite and beautifully woven. Perhaps she had kept it because she was captivated by its beauty, but apart from the cleaning lady, she probably had never looked at it since she threw it there, let alone used it.
She thought it was perfect for packing vegetables, so she carried it downstairs to the market.
She hasn't bought groceries for over a decade, so she has no idea how much they cost or how to bargain. If she sees something she likes and thinks she might be able to cook it, she just throws it into her shopping basket.
Upon entering the market, she filled a basket to the brim in less than half an hour.
Back home, she was still alone. But she turned on the lights, the air conditioner, and the TV in every room, turning the volume up loud enough to imagine Ding Tianjian walking around the room and sitting on the sofa watching TV.
"Jianjian, sit down and rest for a while. I'll make dinner and come over to keep you company soon."
"Jianjian, there's too much cooking smoke in here. Why don't you go outside and watch TV? I can manage on my own."
She carefully selected various cleaned vegetables, arranged them by name, then set up the pot and cooked them in order of type, before packing them into insulated containers to prevent them from getting cold.
After working in the kitchen for a good hour or two, the food was finally all ready. Nangong Qin carried all the dishes to the dining room and set out two sets of bowls and chopsticks, and two wine glasses.
This posture... It's somewhat like how the two of them have been dining at hotels and restaurants these past two days.
Their sweet and affectionate relationship made her feel as if she were in a dream, and she still hadn't woken up.
The food was fairly delicious, but as Nangong Qin ate, tears streamed down her face. Although she knew she was experiencing the kind of harmonious and loving relationship between husband and wife, it wasn't reality, and she was still awake.
This kind of lucid imagination is all the more heartbreaking.
At this moment, Zeng Yingfu turned on the phone.
Zeng Yingfu's first question was, "Where is Ding Tianjian?"
"He...he left by plane."
Nangong Qin, whose tears were still streaming down her face, couldn't stop crying out.
"What's wrong, Xiaoqin?"
Zeng Yingfu asked in surprise on the other end of the phone, "Did he bully you?"
"Where? I was cooking at home and got choked by the fumes. It's suffocating!"
Despite saying that, Nangong Qin felt even more heartbroken.
"Oh dear, are you planning to become a devoted wife and mother? No way. I've lived with Lao Yuan for over ten years and there's never been a hint of this. Are you planning to change course?"
Zeng Yingfu's words were vague, but they were definitely pointed.
"Forget it,"
Zeng Yingfu then said, "Don't bother making it, I'll treat you to dinner."
Nangong Qin put down her chopsticks; she really couldn't eat anymore. The more she ate, the more her heart ached. She thought about it and realized she hadn't traveled abroad in a long time. Perhaps she should go out and explore, rather than always staying in Mandu, surrounded by the same familiar faces.
Having made up her mind, she agreed to Zeng Yingfu's suggestion. Zeng Yingfu had the resources to expedite the procedures for going abroad and leave before the Spring Festival. She also wanted to go to the Southern Hemisphere, where it was summer. Having spent too much time in the snow-covered landscape, she longed for the vibrant flowers and lush greenery of summer.

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