Spring Warmth, Chapter Two

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Spring Warmth, Chapter Two.

Junyang and Lin Xiaoxiao slept until the morning of the next day. After a quick wash, Lin Xiaoxiao

took Junyang to the market to buy groceries. The young man was still somewhat embarrassed. Their relationship had suddenly progressed

like this, like taking a sharp turn while driving, leaving him a little dizzy. He shyly held

Lin Xiaoxiao's hand, wanting to say something but unsure how, and finally remained silent. Just

being quietly with his Xiao'er sister, feeling the warmth from her palm, and catching a glimpse of her delicate and

sweet face—this was already immense happiness for him. Actually, Lin Xiaoxiao's mind was also a little chaotic.

Undeniably, she genuinely liked Junyang; she pitied and cared for him

like , or perhaps there was an innate maternal instinct involved. Besides this feeling, she also had another

, somewhat inexplicable, feeling towards him—a sense of shared suffering, and a feeling of reliance. Whenever

she was sad or heartbroken, he was always the first person she wanted to hit, especially when she was in danger or injured,

seeing him step forward and firmly shield her; that sense of reliance became even stronger.

We already know that her husband was a gambler and alcoholic, utterly unkind to her, and she

was often used as a target for his venting, suffering torment each time. Despite this,

the made her feel that "betraying" him and having relations with other men was immoral, a

guilt she couldn't shake off. However, her resentment towards her husband and her feelings for Junyang made her feel

that what she did was justified, creating a truly confusing and conflicting situation. Fortunately, she wasn't a stubborn person.

She always left unresolved problems to time, letting things develop naturally, accepting whatever outcome came

. This was why she was able to persevere through her misfortunes.

We won't dwell on their grocery shopping trip; instead, let's take this opportunity to look at their

lives before that. Let's talk about their backgrounds and, more importantly, their meeting

and acquaintance.

First, let's talk about Lin Xiaoxiao. A twenty-one-year-old woman. Born in a small village, her father became addicted to drugs when she was young

, gambling away everything the family had, driving her mother away, and draining the meager

savings . Finally, both grandparents, weakened by grief and illness, passed away when Xiaoxiao was seventeen.

Then, at eighteen, Xiaoxiao was forced by her father to marry another gambler—her current husband—to pay off his debts. For the next

two years, Xiaoxiao suffered endless torment from her husband. Finally, at twenty, she left that so-called "home" to

work in the city, but she still couldn't escape her husband's entanglement. In the autumn, a

young man named Junyang, fresh out of vocational school, arrived at the factory where Xiaoxiao worked .

Junyang was born in a rural area. When he was less than a month old, his father was arrested and sentenced to life imprisonment for accidentally

killing . His mother, enduring immense grief, single-handedly raised him and supported his

education. Upon graduating from junior high school, he defied his mother's objections and insisted on enrolling in a vocational college—

he had witnessed his mother's hardships since childhood, and he only wanted to grow up quickly, be able to earn money, and stop his mother from

toiling like that. So, he stubbornly chose vocational school. But fate played a cruel trick. In his second year at vocational school, his

mother was suddenly diagnosed with an illness. He wanted to drop out and go home to care for her, but his mother refused to allow it. He had no choice but

to grit his studies, tears streaming down his face. Finally, that autumn, he completed all his courses ahead of schedule and borrowed money from relatives to pay for

his third year's tuition, allowing the school to grant him early graduation. Upon graduation, he immediately went to

work . He needed to earn money quickly to treat his mother's illness and pay back the borrowed tuition fees. He studied CNC lathe operation,

so he got a job at a metal company that manufactured parts. This factory was where Xiaoxiao worked. Xiaoxiao

didn't know any technology, so she worked galvanizing finished parts, while Junyang operated the lathe to process parts.

They didn't work in the same workshop and couldn't see each other during work hours, only during mealtimes.

Their first encounter was in the canteen. It was Junyang's first

day working there. At lunchtime, everyone rushed to the canteen like wolves to grab seats. The factory workers

all formed groups, and each time they ate, someone would occupy a table, not allowing anyone outside their group to sit there.

So, those who were alone or not in a group had to run around grabbing seats, and they couldn't even grab certain

tables, because those were certain people's "exclusive territory." Others could only grab

tables on the side or in the corners. Junyang was completely clueless when he first arrived at the factory. That noon, when he entered the canteen, it was already

packed. Several tables near the entrance clearly still had seats, but whenever he approached, he was

rudely shooed away by the people already there. Further in, every seat was taken, with some places even having two people sharing a

chair. He stood there helplessly, holding his bowl of rice, looking around. If he couldn't get a table, he wouldn't get any food and could only

eat rice dry. Anyone with factory work experience knows this: the older employees often form

cliques to bully newcomers. Every newcomer goes through a period where they either endure the bullying and slowly

find a suitable "group" to join, or they give up and leave. Junyang was in

that . He hesitated for a while, then finally turned around silently, preparing to find a corner to eat

his rice dry. Just as he turned around, he suddenly felt someone gently tug at his clothes from behind. He instinctively

turned around and saw Xiaoxiao, wearing work clothes and a ponytail, smiling gently at him. "If there aren't any seats, just

make do and sit here with me," she said…

That's how they met. Junyang slowly adapted to everything in the factory. Every mealtime, he would

rush to the canteen and grab two seats at a corner table. Soon after, Xiaoxiao would

bring two bowls of rice. Occasionally, when they couldn't get seats, the two would buy two

vegetarian boxed lunches outside the factory and then go back to the workshop,

enjoying . They had many similarities—experiences, personalities, and so on—and naturally became familiar with each other.

For Junyang, who was new to society, Xiaoxiao cared for him like an older sister. A

warm feeling . And Xiaoxiao, a gentle, lovely, and beautiful woman, was alone in…

Besides, she inevitably faced harassment from the lecherous men in the factory. Their dormitories were mixed-gender, with men living on the

first and second floors and women on the third. Every night, men would flock to the third floor. Those in relationships

were a given, but many were shameless lustful men. Xiaoxiao's dormitory was a particular target

; knocking was constant until after midnight. After Junyang arrived, he also liked to

sit in Xiaoxiao's dormitory every night. Coupled with their daily intimacy, this

made him a target for the other men. Although Xiaoxiao tried her best to

keep them out , some shamelessly tried to squeeze in. Several times, they deliberately picked fights,

touching Xiaoxiao in front of Junyang. Junyang, hot-blooded, immediately stood up and pushed them away, which

played right into their hands—fighting was forbidden in the workshop, but in the dormitory, they had no such scruples.

Without a word surrounded Junyang, pinning him to the ground and beating him until his head bled.

Left with no other choice, Xiaoxiao moved out of the factory dormitory the following autumn and rented a

small, simple single room. Just as they were discussing having Junyang move out as well, they received devastating news from his family

—his mother had passed away. It was late autumn, and the news struck like a bolt from the blue. Junyang was completely

stunned and dazed. He struggled to hold back his tears in front of Xiaoxiao, hurriedly

asked for leave from the factory, and rushed back to his hometown. At that time, the factory was about to relocate and needed to give employees leave.

Normally such leave would be paid, but Junyang had asked for it in advance, and the heartless factory used this as an excuse to deduct his

leave pay. However, that no longer mattered.

By car, train, car, and car again, after a long and arduous journey, Junyang finally

arrived . He endured immense grief and used the money he had painstakingly saved over the course of a year to give his mother a grand

funeral, and then used the remaining money to pay off some of the debts he had incurred for his schooling.

After observing the seventh day after his mother's passing (the seventh day after death), he used his meager savings to buy a train ticket and return to

where he worked. With his mother gone, there was nothing left for

him to cherish in his hometown. The only place in the world he could still feel attached to was the city where he worked, because his sister Xiao'er was there.

On , Junyang deliberately took a detour to the city where his hometown was located—his father was imprisoned there. He wanted

to visit him before leaving, but he never expected to be met with another tragedy…

To make a long story short, Junyang's father served eighteen years in prison. Unable to bear the dreary

life there, he attempted to escape two months before Junyang's visit, but unfortunately fell from the high wall, injuring his head and

becoming mentally impaired. When Junyang told him about his mother's death, his words became

the final straw—his father had gone mad, completely insane. Junyang really wanted to cry, but

suddenly found he couldn't shed a tear. Exhausted, he returned to the city where he worked, wanting only to find a

safe, warm place to sleep and rest. As soon as he got off the bus, he went straight to Xiaoxiao

's rented apartment…

…

That's roughly how it all started. I've tried to use the simplest language possible,

hoping it won't seem complicated. Every story needs a premise, doesn't it?

Good people don't live long, but evil ones live a thousand years. I think this saying is true. Otherwise, why would Xiaoxiao's bastard

husband , diagnosed with liver cancer in the spring, still be so energetic, still drinking and gambling all day, still

have the energy to come and torment Xiaoxiao…

After hardship comes happiness. I've also kept telling myself that this saying is true. Junyang and Xiaoxiao, they probably

still their tribulations to endure, which is why they must continue to suffer. But you must believe that one day,

after the hardships, they will usher in sweet happiness, and the warmth of spring will surely not be far away…

Xiaoxiao pulled Junyang to the market and picked out some fresh vegetables. She specifically bought a bunch of chives,

knowing they were good for men.

Then she bought a black-boned chicken, a pound of mutton, and some dried goji berries and other ingredients. Junyang mumbled and asked her

why she bought so much. Xiaoxiao's face suddenly flushed red, and she playfully pinched him, making him obediently shut up

. On the way back, they passed a clothing store. Xiaoxiao suddenly seemed to remember something, pulled Junyang

inside, and quickly picked out a well-fitting outfit for him. Because Junyang's mother had just passed away, she didn't choose anything too

bright , opting for all solid colors. Junyang's hair was a bit long and he wanted to get a haircut, but Xiaoxiao stopped him, saying he

looked good like this. Actually, it was a folk taboo—one shouldn't cut their hair or wear red clothes within 100 days of a family member's death—

Xiaoxiao didn't mention it, afraid of upsetting him.

Back in their small rented room, Xiaoxiao asked Junyang to wash the vegetables while she

busied . At that moment, a profound peace settled over both of them. As Junyang picked and washed the vegetables, he glanced up at Xiaoxiao.

She was wearing an apron and had changed into her cotton slippers. Her smooth black hair was tied back with a purple ribbon. She had just put

the mutton into a basin and was fiddling with the black-boned chicken, looking just like a newlywed

wife preparing a delicious meal for her husband. This heartwarming scene left Junyang momentarily stunned. Just then, Xiaoxiao turned around,

saw him, and couldn't help but chuckle. "What are you laughing at? Silly girl." "Ah? Oh. Hehe."

Junyang snapped out of his reverie, chuckled, and lowered his head to continue picking vegetables, a warm feeling welling up inside him. Suddenly,

there was a rapid knocking at the door, 'Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!' Xiao Xiao, who was tending to the black-boned chicken,

suddenly felt a jolt of fear. "Who is it?" she asked, turning back to stare uneasily at the wooden door. Jun Yang also stopped what

he was doing and looked towards the door. "It's me! Open the door! Quick!" a man outside shouted in a gruff voice.

"Ah. Okay... wait a minute, I'm coming..."

Xiao Xiao's expression changed instantly. She quickly went to Jun Yang's side, pulled him up, and pushed him into the

folding . "Stay in there and don't come out. He's probably here for money. He'll take the money and leave;

nothing will happen." Xiao Xiao told Jun Yang. "But..." Jun Yang started to say something. "Oh dear. No buts.

He's my husband after all. You've never met him, you don't know his temper. If he sees you here,

who knows what he might do." "But, what if he takes the money and doesn't leave, and wants to..."

He didn't even know why he suddenly blurted out such a sentence. Perhaps he was genuinely worried about Xiaoxiao, but the words

he uttered suddenly sounded like this. He stopped abruptly, realizing

that jealousy had crept into his heart sometime earlier, and coupled with his concern for her, it had led him to say those words. The unfinished sentence brought tears

to eyes, almost uncontrollably streaming down her face. She couldn't quite describe the feeling in her heart—sadness?感动? 苦苦?

凄凄? Or perhaps none of these. The man waiting outside was already impatient and began banging on the door again, "Damn it!

What the hell are you doing? Open the door right now!" Xiaoxiao turned away sadly, covering her mouth, and said to Junyang, "Don't say anything.

He's still my husband. No matter what, please don't come out. I'll make him leave immediately." Junyang didn't

know what to say, so he remained silent. Xiaoxiao grabbed two pieces of clothing and hung them up to block him, then pulled the wardrobe

curtain and turned to walk towards the door. The door opened, and a disheveled man, reeking of alcohol, stood outside. "

What the hell are you doing? Why are you only opening the door now?" The man's breath

reeked . He shoved her aside abruptly and barged into the house like a robber. "Where's the money?" He

plopped down on the bed, making it creak, and held out his hand to Xiaoxiao. "I just got paid, bought

some groceries , and the rest is here," Xiaoxiao said, pulling out a wad of cash from her pocket. The man snatched it,

rubbed it in his hand, and stuffed it into his pocket without any appreciation. "Tell me! Where's the rest?" "It's really gone

. This time, it's all yours," Xiaoxiao replied softly. "Damn it! You're not telling the truth, are you?!" The

man jumped up and started rummaging through drawers and cabinets. Xiaoxiao rushed over to stop him, pleading, "It's really gone, really

gone. Take it out and count it, it's a total of two thousand six hundred yuan. I spent two hundred on groceries, and the rest is all yours."

"Really? You're not lying to me?" The man reached out and grabbed Xiaoxiao's hair, asking fiercely, "You really didn't

hide it ?" "I really didn't hide it." Xiaoxiao looked up and met his eyes. "Then why did you buy so many groceries?"

the man asked again. "A female colleague of mine is coming over today, so I prepared some." Xiaoxiao made up an excuse.

"Damn it. You're willing to spend money to entertain people!" The man slapped Xiaoxiao. "Don't cook for your colleague

, I'm hungry, cook it all for me." The man said. After saying that, he let go of Xiaoxiao and plopped down on the bed again

. "Please, I made an appointment with her. She's our team leader. If I treat her to a meal, she

'll give me more work so I can earn more money. I've given you all my wages, so please go to a restaurant and have a nice

meal , okay?" Xiao Xiao pleaded. The man thought for a moment, "Yeah, I'll let that bitch

off this once. Leave the food for her. But," the man stood up and grabbed Xiao Xiao, "I haven't been with a woman in ages,

I'm pent up, come help me cool off!" Without waiting for Xiao Xiao to say anything, he shoved her down

on the bed and started tearing at her clothes. "No, no. My colleague is coming soon, can you come tomorrow?"

Xiao Xiao panicked and desperately tried to stop him. "Enough with the nonsense, she's coming." The man

ignored her, pinning down her struggling hands with one hand and ripping her apron off with the other. With a 'rip,'

the apron was torn and thrown to the ground. "Take it off or not? If you don't, I'll tear it to shreds!" "No, no, not here,

someone will hear us. Let's go to a hotel, okay?" Xiao Xiao pleaded. "Damn it! It's not like I haven't done it here before!

Besides, where am I going to get the spare money to open a hotel? Hurry up and take it off!" The man said, reaching out to lift Xiao Xiao's sweater.

"No, don't." Xiao Xiao reached out to stop him, but he pushed her away. With another 'ripping'

sound torn. Xiao Xiao struggled to get up, but he held her down and she couldn't move. "You better behave yourself

!" The man ripped off the sweater and then reached out to tear Xiao Xiao's underwear...

Jun Yang hid in the folding wardrobe, watching everything through the gaps, watching Xiao Xiao's clothes being

torn off piece by piece by the man. He felt both pain and hatred in his heart. Watching his sister Xiao'er being abused by this man

, he could only hide in the closet and watch.

It felt like a bomb had been planted in his heart, unable to explode. His blood was boiling, yet he could only suppress it, suppress it, suppress it. It was like falling into

a nightmare, wanting to explode but only able to remain silent. His nails dug into his flesh as he gritted his teeth and endured, hoping so much that this

was just a dream…

The scene before him didn't look like a couple having sex; it looked more like rape. Xiao'er's struggles were futile.

She was now only wearing her white underwear. She lay blankly on the bed, resigned,

a single silently sliding down her cheek. The man lifted her legs, ripped off her last piece of underwear, and then quickly

unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants, exposing something ugly to the air. He bent down, turned Xiaoxiao's

head, and opened his mouth, reeking of smoke and alcohol, to fiercely suck on her lips. His head and hips twisted

, his tongue swirling in her mouth, while his ugly penis rubbed against her

vaginal opening. Xiaoxiao was so disgusted by the smell of his mouth that she almost vomited. She instinctively

tried to pull her head away from his mouth, but her stomach cramped, and she gagged, unable to bear it any longer. The man

finally raised his head, giving Xiaoxiao, whose face was flushed from gagging, a look of disgust. Then he immediately buried his face

between her breasts, greedily licking them. At the same time, his right hand had already reached down, guiding his ugly penis

to find the entrance to Xiaoxiao's vagina. The licking motion paused briefly. He bent down to glance at their genitals, confirming

he'd found the right spot, then thrust his hips forward, parting her labia and slowly inserting his penis into Xiao Xiao's vagina

…

Jun Yang could barely hold back any longer. He clenched his fists, watching the man press down on his Xiao'er sister,

seeing him kiss her with his disgusting mouth, seeing his Xiao'er sister convulse in pain. His eyes reddened,

and could no longer restrain himself. Just as he was about to rush out, he saw Xiao'er sister on the bed turn her head away,

shaking her head in his direction with a pleading expression. He froze. Then he heard her let out a

painful groan. Turning his gaze, he saw that the man's penis was already inside Xiao'er sister's body. Because

she had no desire whatsoever, Xiao Xiao's genitals were extremely dry, and the man's rough insertion made her involuntarily

cry in pain. Then the man lifted her legs, flipped them over, and pressed them to either side, pinning his entire body against

hers. He began to thrust deeply into her from top to bottom. "Slap! Slap slap!" The sound of flesh colliding echoed,

his scrotum pressing tightly against her labia with each thrust, each time penetrating her completely...

People often go through this phase: they fight desperately before penetration, but once inside, they

resign themselves to their fate, losing all will to resist. It's already inside; the worst has

happened , and there's no going back, so why struggle? Perhaps that's the reason. But Junyang

's mind was a chaotic mess, a whirlwind of thoughts. "He's inside, he's entered Sister Xiao'er's body..."

It seemed only this one thought remained in his head. The clear sounds of impact echoed, each strike like a sledgehammer

crashing into his heart, making it hard to breathe, like someone had smothered his face with wet paper

. His muddled mind was like a firecracker had been thrown in, shattering everything into chaos. He

tried to comfort himself, thinking that he was Sister Xiao'er's husband, and such things were only natural between husband and wife. He thought,

"It's alright, it'll all pass..." But when he raised his head and looked through the crack, he saw that the man had

changed Xiao'er's position, making her kneel on the bed. He was like a dog, penetrating her from behind,

his hands on her smooth shoulders, thrusting violently into her. He watched Xiao'er's body sway back

and forth from his thrusts, saw the man ravaging her like a horse, saw his ugly thing

going in and out of her... Seeing all this, all the comfort he had just given himself crumbled instantly

. His heart bled with pain; Junyang had never hated fate so much. He wanted to explode, but

he had no ; the feeling was unbearable. Seeing Xiao'er's frail body,

being played with like a puppet by that man, the pain in his heart was like being sliced by a knife, almost driving him mad.

"Damn it. Still so tight, it took me only a few strokes to squeeze me. It's a damn waste that a gem like you isn't a

prostitute . Next time I should get someone else to fuck you together, let those bastards who laugh at me see that

I have good stuff too! Ah! I can't take it anymore. Damn it, I'm giving it all to you, I'm shooting it all the deepest, burning you to death, burning

you to death!" The man had reached his final moment, and suddenly increased the frequency, as if in a final burst of energy, he

thrust , as if he wanted to stuff his scrotum into Xiao Xiao's body as well. Finally

, he buried himself deep into Xiao Xiao's vagina with a hard thrust, his scrotum pressed tightly against Xiao Xiao's lower body, twitching with each thrust, his whole body trembling like a trembling

semen, shooting every last drop of his dirty semen deep into Xiao Xiao's body...

It felt like the end of the world, Jun Yang felt a darkness before his eyes, watching the man ejaculate inside Xiao Xiao

, he could only bury his head deep between his legs. The feelings in his heart were indescribable, a pain

sharper , along with boundless resentment and hatred—resentment towards this unjust fate, hatred for the man who tormented Xiaoxiao. "

Sister Xiao'er, Sister Xiao'er..." he murmured in his heart, almost unable to hold back his tears for her...

...

The man was finally gone. Xiaoxiao lay motionless on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

After a long while tears slowly began to flow.

The filthy substance the man had left inside her slowly flowed out of her vagina, dripping onto the bed. Xiaoxiao

slowly propped herself up to sit up, her lifeless gaze fixed on the corner. Junyang was silently emerging from the wardrobe,

staring intently at her, slowly walking towards her...

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