[Unavoidable Circumstances] (Chapters 28-31) Author: Ananda in Tears

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Chapter Twenty-Eight: Lulu's Birthday
The next morning, while Leyang was washing up, Shui'er came out of her room after packing her things. He suddenly
remembered that he hadn't given her the money yet. "Wait!" he called to her, went back into the room, took out six hundred yuan from his wallet, and handed it
to her.
"Got paid?" she smiled and took the money, returning two hundred to him. "Keep this with you for now, I
'll give it to you next time," she said.
"Keep it, next time is next time! Besides, I'm waiting for you to come to me!" he
said, returning the money to her. "This is what you deserve, thank you!" he said sincerely.
Shui'er smiled and put the money in her wallet. "You can call me anytime, I'll be there whenever you need me!" These words made
him a little disappointed. To be honest, in Shui'er's heart, he was just an ordinary customer, no
different from anyone else. He walked her all the way to the bus stop. As Shui'er boarded the bus, he realized he hadn't told her something.
"Don't tell Yang Yanqin, okay?" he said in a low, hoarse voice, glancing at the people on the platform.
"Hehe, I know!" she waved as she boarded the bus. "I'm not that stupid. Hurry up and go to work
, you're going to be late!" she shouted to him across the aisle from her seat.
Saturdays were always tough at work. Finally, he finished work and
rushed to Xiu's house, planning to spend the weekend with Yang Yanqin. When he got off the bus at the entrance of the residential area, he
remembered that it was Lulu's birthday. To buy Lulu a gift, he had to walk back about 500 meters to
find a supermarket there. Leyang rarely went to the supermarket by himself. He asked the sales clerk what they sold, and the
clerk led him to the candy stand. The colorful candies dazzled him, so he grabbed a handful of each kind. But
there were so many varieties that even so, he ended up with a heavy bag. He was just hoping that one of the
candies would suit Lulu's taste. This cute little girl always clung to him like his daughter.
When he arrived, the birthday party had already started. Actually, it wasn't much of a party; it was just
a gathering of everyone in the house, and Lulu's father hadn't come home from work yet. Xiujie had turned off all the lights in the living room and
lit candles in the four corners of the room. They sat around a table—two tables pushed together,
with a cake the size of a small washbasin in the middle. "Wait a little longer, wait a little longer, it'll be ready soon..." Xiujie said,
telling jokes to the children to distract them from the cake. They were waiting for Lei Da'an to come back before lighting the birthday cake candles.
Le Yang recalled the party held for Panpan at Beilei Nursery School, and a dull ache gripped his heart. Yang Yanqin beside him
kept chattering away, but he wasn't paying attention.
Almost no one heard any noise in the hallway. A loud "Hey!" at the living room door startled everyone
—Lei Da'an stood there, grinning sheepishly, holding a large, curly, brown
teddy bear. Before Xiu Jie could scold him, Lulu screamed and rushed over, throwing herself into her father's arms. Lei Da'an
laughed heartily, squatted down, and hugged his beloved daughter and the teddy bear, kissing her little face repeatedly
. The other two children, seeing this, also ran over to ask their father for kisses, and he gave each of them a loud "smack."
Le Yang watched them, his eyes welling up—he thought of Panpan again, of
how she would flutter towards him like a little bird after work every day.
But he had to control himself; after all, this was a joyful moment. The birthday candles were lit, seven beautiful
little flames leaping merrily, and everyone gathered around Lulu to sing "Happy Birthday." Lulu looked like a little princess, her cheeks
rosy. After the birthday song ended, Lulu took a deep breath, trying her best to control her excitement
. She frowned, closed her eyes, silently made a wish, then bent down towards the cake and
blew out all seven candles in one breath. The adults applauded and cheered for her bravery.
What happened next was unexpected. The children loved the candy Leyang brought, scrambling to
eat it and chattering as they tried to figure out what the pictures on the wrappers meant, which comforted him greatly. Sister Xiu bought three cases
of beer and brought them all out for the adults to drink. Shui'er didn't go out soliciting customers tonight and joined them for drinks.
After the children had their fill of cake and candy, their excitement subsided, and they couldn't stay still any longer, sprawling on the sofa,
scattering colorful candy wrappers all over the floor. Xiujie took the children to bed, and Yang Yanqin went to look after
them for a while. When they returned, Shui'er was laughing heartily. Shui'er seemed very happy tonight;
no matter what Leyang said, she would laugh. The five of them drank again until the last beer bottle was
empty, and by then everyone was quite drunk. Shui'er staggered
back to her room, laughing unsteadily. Xiujie was already bent over, laboriously cleaning the living room, her breath reeking of
alcohol. Yang Yanqin was no exception. She glanced at Lei Da'an, who was slumped unconscious on the table, with drunken eyes
, mumbled goodnight to Xiujie, and dragged the listless Leyang from his chair. He was pushed and
staggered out of the living room.
Yang Yanqin took his hand and led him back to the room, giving him a gentle push on the chest.
He stumbled and sat down on the bed, collapsing limply.
Le Yang, feeling dizzy and weak all over, was unable to move, yet his mind was unusually clear. He clearly felt
his belt being pulled off, then his zipper being unzipped, his pants and underwear being clumsily pulled down to his thighs, and his
limp penis being lifted by soft fingers, finally being taken into a warm, wet mouth.
He remembered Yang Yanqin's pink tongue, nimble and soft. Although he couldn't see it,
the tingling sensation from the tip of her tongue lightly brushing and flicking the glans was so clear, spreading throughout his body like an electric current.
His penis gradually swelled, pressing against the depths of her throat, and he could hear
the "uh-uh" sounds and "whoosh" sounds from her throat.
When her mouth left his penis, Le Yang suddenly felt a strange emptiness. The bottom
button of his shirt was unbuttoned by the woman, then the second to last button... and so on, until his firm chest was completely bare.
Exposed to the air. The woman's fiery tongue returned, but instead of visiting his lonely nerve endings,
it pressed against his outstretched palm, gently nibbling at his palm with its teeth and licking his wrist with its tongue. The woman
's hands, like snakes, slithered up from below to his chest, grabbing Le Yang's collar and pulling it open to
reveal her flushed face. Her wild, drunken eyes shone like
the light of a she-wolf. She grabbed his biceps, licked his throat, his collarbone, the inside of his elbows…
His bloodshot eyes widened as he watched her fluffy head roll against his chest, her lips moving
from one side to the other, her hot breath tickling his neck, the tingling sensation sending his soul
soaring. He couldn't control her, letting her enjoy him; the huge erection between his legs made him uncomfortable, even
slightly painful. All he could do was stick out his tongue and lick his dry lips,
forcing down the saliva overflowing in his mouth.
The woman murmured and moaned, cupping his face and kissing him, her soft, wet tongue probing into his
mouth, stirring his saliva wantonly, curling his tongue up and greedily sucking on it, as if he
were a bottle of fine wine.
The woman released her grip on his arm, straightened up from him, and began to pull her
long dress off her head. Perhaps because of her drunkenness, Yang Yanqin looked exceptionally beautiful tonight,
especially when he saw her breasts: a pair of round, full breasts rose on her chest, adorned with two
proud nipples, the light from the bedside lamp flickering and changing on them. He strained his eyes, trying
to confirm whether these near-perfect breasts were real—but when he realized his eyes were no longer reliable,
he abandoned this ridiculous attempt. His previously weak and aching hands, unable to resist
the allure of those two beautiful mounds, trembled as he lifted them from the bed and reached out to her breasts, cupping them in his hands. The warmth of her breasts
heightened his senses, and he could clearly feel the nipples trembling in his palms—this
was not an illusion!
His sense of touch had become somewhat dulled by the effects of alcohol, but his hearing had become much more acute,
and his thoughts had become surprisingly quick.
"Ah... ah... um..." He first heard the woman's uncomfortable breathing before quickly realizing that his
hands were kneading her breasts, and that she was trembling uncontrollably. "Ha... so hot... hard!" the
woman moaned, grabbing his penis and casually stroking it a few times. Perhaps she was also in a daze
—his penis was already erect, throbbing and pulsating, brimming with blood
, its veins twisted and turned; doing this was simply superfluous. Realizing this, she straddled him
, one hand guiding his penis against her wet opening, and slowly sat down, moaning.
He slid into her body, panting. Surrounded by the warm pleasure,
the ice of doubt in his mind melted away, replaced by waves of desire that overwhelmed his reason. Her body held an astonishing heat,
the burning heat of his hard penis within her. He wished he could remain buried inside her forever.
These past few days, he had deliberately avoided his inner turmoil, suppressing his longing for Winnie and his daughter,
filling the void in his life with debauchery and work. Earlier in this bizarre night, this weary and chaotic
sadness had lingered, like a cage with no hope of release. Although he knew all too well that after passion
came endless emptiness—like opium—tonight, he wanted release, even if it was within
the body of a woman he didn't trust.
The woman straightened her back, gripping his hand as if it were a horse's reins—as if she were about to ride a horse
down a rugged mountain path, so she wouldn't fall off. Leyang opened his eyes and glanced at her
; the woman's milky-white body was breathtakingly beautiful under the light. Her mouth was half-open, her eyes half-closed, like
the hazy eyes before falling asleep. But then she moved, and
a strange light appeared in her half-closed eyes, a departure from her previous hazy state, filled with a self-assured happiness and genuine
desire—in short, boundless tenderness!
The woman suddenly began to moan loudly, the wild sounds echoing in the silent room. He lay beneath her,
listening to her piercing moans, letting her rise and fall, ravage him. Every movement of hers looked like
gently swaying waves, graceful and elegant. The woman leaned down, hooked her finger into the man's mouth, and let him
taste her sweet fingers, while her hips continued to sway wildly. He stared at her contorted
face, gritting his teeth and stubbornly resisting wave after wave of pleasure. His hands gripped her swaying hips,
his palms feeling the softness and smoothness of her flesh, and his penis, wedged in her vagina, felt the intense
heat of every inch of her vaginal walls, like a warm stove.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through the back of Le Yang's hand. He groaned and shook his hand; she had been squeezing his hand tighter
and tighter, her fingernails digging into the skin of his hand without him realizing it. The woman squeezed her thighs together, noticeably increasing
the force and frequency of her thrusts. She began to abandon her remaining rationality, entering a state of frenzy—she threw her head
back as far as possible, arching her body backward, gurgling in her throat, her hips
moving rapidly back and forth, producing a sticky, squelching sound.
He closed his eyes, panting heavily, trying desperately to hide the distorted expression on his face. The pleasure on his penis
surged, and if she didn't begin to feel the urge to climax, he felt he wouldn't last until he ejaculated first.
As he was thinking this, the woman suddenly screamed, drowning out his panting—she abruptly stopped
, her upper body stiffening, her thighs clenching tightly together, her buttocks convulsing as she gripped his penis. In an instant
, her thighs shuddered twice; she had come… She cried out, throwing herself onto his chest,
revealing her white teeth, and unexpectedly bit him below his collarbone. The excruciating pain pierced Le Yang's body
. "Damn—!" he instinctively yelled, throwing her off him and slamming her heavily onto the bed beside him
. At the same time, his penis spurted out, large drops of hot, white semen running down his left breast.
He shot all the way.
Only in this final moment did he fully awaken. He stroked the painful patch of skin, angrily turning his head
to look at the woman. She looked up at the ceiling, a happy smile on her face. Even after she closed her eyes and fell asleep,
that lingering smile remained on her lips. Chapter Twenty-Nine: For Whom Does She Adorn Her?
All night, Leyang had the same dream: he dreamt of his old family courtyard, Winnie and Panpan, the family
happily together. When Yang Yanqin woke him, he didn't want to wake up—he wanted to stay in bed
until noon as usual. He opened his eyes and looked around, only to realize that his daughter and Winnie were not beside him, only Yang
Yanqin's face.
"Here you go," she handed him a baby bottle, "I'm going out to buy some groceries. If Fangfei wakes up,
give her this!"
He rubbed his sleepy eyes, sat up from the covers, and reached out to take it. The bottle was warm,
already filled with prepared formula.
"You know how to feed her, right?" Yang Yanqin looked at him hesitantly.
"Of course..." he mumbled, "Don't worry, I've used this thing before!"
He had fed Panpan many times with a bottle when she was very young.
Yang Yanqin nodded, turned to look at the child in the center of the crib, turned and closed the door, then walked out. Le
Yang craned his neck to look; the innocent little face in the crib was peaceful and charming, the little one sleeping
soundly. He placed the bottle upright next to his pillow, lay down, and tried to take a nap, but as soon as he closed his eyes, he was filled with
the image of Panpan in his dreams, and he couldn't fall asleep again. He sighed, quietly put on his clothes, tiptoed
out the door, and finally breathed a sigh of relief—he knew that once a child was woken up, it was no
joke; it was better to let her sleep until she woke up naturally.
The corridor was bathed in the lazy morning sunlight, and wisps of
mist rose from the lush green weeds on the rubble floor below. Passing by Shui'er's room, the door was wide open, and
the bed was bare except for the messy bedding. The Lei family was the same, except their blankets were
neatly folded. They'd probably taken the children somewhere to play again, he thought. It was Sunday; Lei
Da'an was certainly relaxing.
Walking into the living room, Le Yang sat down in the armchair, comfortably leaning his head back,
when he unexpectedly spotted Shui'er's back in the bathroom, her side facing him,
meticulously applying makeup in front of the square mirror above the sink, seemingly unaware that someone had entered the living room. He waved at her
, but she didn't see him. Le Yang opened his mouth, then closed it again.
He secretly glanced at Shui'er again, just like that day. She wore a tight black dress and
a peach-colored blouse today, which complemented her tall figure perfectly. His gaze lingered on her black hair,
tracing the graceful curves of her back from top to bottom, finally settling on her small, full breasts
. Shui'er was indeed much prettier than Yang Yanqin—he came to this conclusion, feeling a pang of regret.
Such a proud and beautiful girl, yet she did this kind of work. How many strange men had paid to possess
her body, pinning her down, making her moan helplessly and involuntarily, just like he had done to her
. Oh well, he wasn't exactly a young and handsome man. If he hadn't been married, he
would definitely have pursued her, he thought.
Her eye makeup was finished. Shui'er picked up her lipstick and carefully applied it to her full lips,
gently pressing it against her lips for a few seconds. Then she pressed her lips tightly
together, letting her upper and lower lips meet for a few seconds before releasing them and scrutinizing the effect in the mirror. Unfortunately, Le Yang couldn't see
her petal-like lips. Perhaps after her careful application, her lips now
shone like pink, transparent gummy candies, he guessed. Shui'er finally finished her makeup and began picking up her cosmetics,
placing them all into a delicate little plastic box in front of her, closing it with a soft "click." She didn't
turn around immediately but stood in front of the mirror, leaning slightly forward, making various funny faces, sticking out
her tongue and wrinkling her cheeks, fiddling with it for a few minutes before finally turning around.
"Good morning," she said. Le Yang had expected her to be startled, but her face was all smiles
, showing no sign of panic. "What are you laughing at?" she
asked as she came out.
Only then did Le Yang realize she had seen him; he had thought he had gotten away with it unnoticed. "You look
so beautiful today, Shui'er," he said, straightening up and suppressing his smile.
"What's so beautiful about me?" A blush crept across her face. "Your eyes are all swollen, look!" she pointed to
her eyelids, leaning forward slightly. "They're all swollen!" she said with disgust.
Le Yang leaned closer and indeed saw that her eyelids were a little puffy. "It's okay! I drank too much last night
; it'll go away on its own in a little while," he said.
Shui'er blinked hard and sat down on the sofa. "I've never drunk so much before.
I'll never drink again..." she declared resolutely, though to him it sounded more like a pout.
"...So, did you two do it last night?" she asked playfully, tilting her head and smiling slyly.
Le Yang paused for a moment. "After drinking so much, who has the energy for that? What are you thinking?"
He involuntarily raised his hand and pressed his left chest, where it still ached slightly.
"Who says you can't do it after drinking?" Shui'er retorted seriously. "Lots of people come to me drunk
, and you know what, they're quite something!" she said, then paused to think for a moment and added, "Unless you
don't want to, right?"
Le Yang's face flushed slightly. "It's true, I really can't. Look, my whole body is limp, even getting an erection is
difficult..." he insisted. "If I said I didn't want to, that would be a lie. What man doesn't
love that soft, cozy feeling? He'd love to do it every day." That was true.
"You men, it was better in ancient times, with three wives and four concubines, you could take turns. One woman can't handle that. "
"You're always messing around!" Shui'er teased, then abruptly changed the subject, "So, you mean you did it this morning?" She tilted her head,
staring into his eyes, trying to confirm her guess.
Le Yang avoided her questioning gaze and waved his hand, "No, not really. I was thinking of doing it too, but she
just went out." He said helplessly.
"Tch, so early in the morning, are you in heat, coming to seduce me?" Shui'er giggled
.
"You know what, you guessed right. If I hadn't seen you rushing out, I would have just gone for it. There would be no
need for seduction." He said bluntly, a mischievous grin on his face as he stared intently at her.
She nervously shrugged, as if he were about to pounce on her, almost upon her. "Who says putting on makeup means
going out? That doesn't make sense." Her shoulders quickly relaxed, and she spread her hands, "Then what are we waiting for..."
she mumbled, a brave expression on her face after overcoming her fear.
Things were progressing surprisingly smoothly, but it wasn't the right time yet. "Not now. I'm the nanny now.
Xiao Fangfei could wake up at any moment. If she comes back and sees us, it won't be good!" he said regretfully.
There was a possibility of that happening.
"What are you still dawdling about? Don't I know what you're thinking? You just want me to take the initiative, Bai Ri!" she
teased him pointedly, but there was no blame in her tone. Le Yang bit his lip, lowering his head in shame.
He knew she was looking at his face. "What you just said has aroused me. I want to do it. We can have
a quickie, it'll be over soon." Shui'er thought she had hurt his pride, so she said enthusiastically. She stood up, walked past him
, and lightly reached out her palm to brush his head before going outside. "Come on!" she
called to him from the doorway, her figure flashing and disappearing into the living room.
Le Yang didn't move immediately. He sat motionless, carefully assessing the risks: if he
skipped the foreplay and went straight to it, he should be able to finish before Yang Yanqin returned. Xiao Fangfei was never
a problem—if she woke up, he'd just let her lie there for a while—if she didn't cry. He made up
his mind, quickly jumped up from the chair, stretched his arms, and strode out.
When he passed Shui'er's door, it was already closed, and the curtains were drawn tightly. He didn't immediately push the door open and
go in; he needed to confirm one last thing—it was best if Xiao Fangfei hadn't woken up yet.
Fortunately, Xiao Fangfei hadn't woken up yet, but Le Yang knew her habits—she usually woke up once in the morning
. This morning, for some reason, she hadn't woken up yet, which seemed abnormal. He felt a sense of fear
and tremblingly reached out his hand. Thankfully, there was a faint, even breath; she was still alive—just as her mother
had said the first time. Chapter Thirty: The Hasty "Nanny"
When he slipped into Shui'er's room and closed the door behind him, she stood with her back to him by the bed, one hand lifting
the hem of her skirt, the other pulling down her black lace panties from her round, firm buttocks to
her thighs.
She shifted her position on the edge of the bed and saw him. "Come here!" she
beckoned to Le Yang. "Help me!" she said, bracing herself on the bed behind her, her long, slender, white legs
dangling over the edge.
Le Yang took a deep breath, quickly walked over, lifted her lotus-root-like legs, and continued
the work she hadn't finished. He was so eager that his hands were trembling slightly. Anyway, the
cute little triangle of panties was successfully pulled out from her ankles. The next step was to finish the task quickly,
before Yang Yanqin returned.
He quickly unbuckled his belt, panting heavily as he roughly pulled his trousers and underwear down to his thighs
. "Oh! Your cock is so big! It looks bigger than ever!" Shui'er said softly and lewdly, her
tone slightly exaggerated.
He glanced down, and perhaps because Shui'er's words had influenced his preconceived notions, he also felt it
was larger than usual. "Because it's thinking about your little sister!" he muttered, pushing Shui'er down
onto the bed and picking up her legs that were dangling in front of the bed. Shui'er obediently curled her legs up, reaching out her hands to
pull her knees to her chest.
Her vulva, sandwiched between her legs, bulged out, its opening widening. He panted,
his left hand blocking her thigh, his right hand gripping his penis as he moved closer, tilting his head to
rub the bright red glans between her plump labia. Her young, eager lips were already slightly moist.
"Stop rubbing, put it in!" Shui'er trembled, saying urgently, "Slide it in, fill
my cunt!" Her hand reached around her thigh, pressing against her light brown labia
, parting the slit to reveal a coin-sized black hole.
Le Yang swallowed, pulling his hips back slightly. "Lift your legs higher!" he urged hoarsely
, pushing her legs forward. When the height of her opening was just right, he withdrew one hand, guiding
his burning penis, and thrust it in.
"Ah—" Shui'er sighed deeply, her mouth agape. She trembled as she released her grip on her vulva, then
pulled her thighs apart forcefully, her inner thighs opening as well. The hot, hard penis slid smoothly
into her warm opening, completely inside.
He was worried about hurting Shui'er since there hadn't been any foreplay, but her gentle reaction surprised him. Although her vagina
wasn't very lubricated, he felt no discomfort during penetration; on the contrary, it felt surprisingly comfortable and
the tightness was just right. Shui'er had a young, sexy body, a beautiful face, and a wondrous vulva
—capable of quickly producing a thin film of fluid to welcome the penis.
"Oh…faster…faster, darling," Shui'er moaned, urging him on.
"Okay, coming!" Le Yang, still enjoying the warm vagina with his eyes closed, his face filled with ecstasy,
tensed up at the sound of her call.
"This feels so good, your big cock is filling me up...so good, Leyang!" Shui'er's lower abdomen contracted repeatedly, and
she gasped for breath.
He pressed down on her thighs, his pubic hair pressed tightly against her mons pubis, and he rubbed his hips against her, thrusting his flesh hard.
The rod stirred inside, moving up and down, left and right. Only when he felt it becoming increasingly moist did he begin
to thrust back and forth, in and out of the warm cave.
Shui'er sighed, biting her lip, and raised her legs higher, but
the repeated thrusts of the thick rod into her vagina brought a blissful pain and tingling sensation that spread down her thighs and all the way to her toes
. She could no longer straighten her legs; her heels almost touched his shoulder blades.
Leyang gradually increased the force, thrusting faster and faster, the large rod slamming heavily into her vagina, eliciting
"squelch" sounds. Shui'er groaned loudly as the rod scraped against her vaginal walls, the glans
frequently striking her cervix. She enjoyed the feeling, "Oh... God... You're so good! You're going to kill
me!" Shui'er cried out.
"I'll fuck you to death, fuck you to death," Le Yang gritted his teeth and thrust hard, "Fuck...fuck you to death, you slut!"
His voice was rough and hoarse, like rusty metal blocks colliding.
"Come on...fuck...fuck me to death! Darling!" Shui'er spread her thighs, raising her legs higher,
trying her best to withstand the man's thrusts.
"Do you like it? Ah!" Le Yang braced his hands on the edge of the bed, pressing down with his firm chest, his penis penetrating even deeper
.
"I like it...I like your big cock, it's so good, hurry! Fuck my cunt raw!" Shui'er moaned,
rolling her head back and forth on the bed, her hair all messy.
Shui'er's cunt was like a soft suction cup, tightening again and again, sucking on his mushroom. Le Yang was panting heavily
, his head was dizzy, and his forehead was hot. He had to satisfy her as soon as possible, before Yang Yanqin
returned. He adjusted his breathing and began to thrust even more frantically.
"Waaah...waaah..." Shui'er sobbed, her voice trembling with tears. "Yes...yes...that's it! My
dear mother, that's it!" Her head rolled back and forth on the pillow, unable to distinguish between pain and pleasure.
The temperature inside her vagina suddenly rose, like a furnace beginning to heat up, and the penis, like a sharp
sword, relentlessly thrust inside, tempering her. Her vaginal fluids, like overflowing spring water, soaked their groins and
the skirt beneath them.
"I...I can feel it...I can feel it!" Shui'er gripped the sheets tightly, the sheets
crumpling in her hands, her throat stretching out in long, gurgling sounds.
Le Yang was overjoyed; the battle was almost over. He paused, steadied himself, and
thrust wildly, each time reaching the deepest part of her vagina.
"Oh...oh..." Shui'er groaned, raising her hips as high as she could. "Deeper, deeper...deeper, Yang!
My God!" she screamed, hooking her arms around his hips and pulling him forcefully into her vagina, her nails
digging deep into Le Yang's flesh.
Le Yang worked hard, like a bull plowing a paddy field, "plop," "plop," he just kept pushing
forward through the mud. The penis inside her vagina remained as hard as iron, the glans swelling, seemingly growing even larger
, especially with wave after wave of pleasure spreading rapidly down his back.
The climax came with Shui'er's screams, surging and intense, waves of heat surging within her vagina, the opening
tightly gripping the base of his penis, the inner folds contracting tightly, sucking on his member. He was about to ejaculate
, and Shui'er's screams softened, turning into low moans. Just then, a loud "waaaah!" came from the other end of the corridor
—Little Fangfei was awake! He panicked, yanked his penis out with a "plop,
" and with a quick turn, ejaculated in a semi-parabolic arc, leaving a long, diagonal trail on the floor. He didn't care about
anything else, hurriedly pulled up his pants, haphazardly stuffed his wet penis back into his underwear, and ran out, leaving Shui'er behind
.
"Little baby! Sweetie! Daddy's here!" he called softly as he rushed to the crib. Little
Fangfei was crying terribly, her face streaked with tears. He quickly grabbed the bottle from the pillow, shook it a few times, and
frantically shoved it into her little mouth. The crying stopped, leaving only her little chest heaving as she calmed down.
Little Fangfei was gulping down the bottle, looking extremely hungry. It seemed the little one had been awake for a while
—Shui'er's cries had been so loud and continuous that he hadn't heard them. His crotch
felt sticky and then turned cold. Le Yang could only endure it until the little one had finished eating. Then he found a towel by the bedside and
wiped himself. Behind him, in the crib, little Fangfei was giggling. Chapter Thirty-One: Sister Xiu's Secret
After tidying up, he picked up little Fangfei from the crib and played with her on the sofa in the living room.
Shui'er, however, didn't come out of the room. She was probably asleep again or had gone out. He didn't know; he only knew
the door was closed. Not long after, Yang Yanqin returned, carrying large bags of vegetables and meat.
When she entered the living room, she lazily greeted Le Yang.
She put the vegetables on the stove in the kitchen and came out, her forehead covered in a shiny layer of sweat, looking very tired
. "Sit over a bit," she said. Le Yang, holding the baby, moved to the side, and she sat down next to him.
"How was your week?" she asked, taking the baby from his arms. "We
were both drunk last night, and we didn't have a proper chat." Yang Yanqin adopted a casual, conversational tone.
"Oh, so-so, alright. How about you?" Le Yang felt the past week had been uneventful.
"Not bad," she said, then trailed off, blinking her large eyes in distress, trying to find
a topic to continue the conversation, which made Le Yang feel very uncomfortable. "Drama, have you watched any
?" she asked.
"No, I get off work very late," Le Yang hesitated for a moment. "I don't watch dramas, I usually
watch the movie channel or the news," he said.
Yang Yanqin, while breastfeeding the baby, took his hand and placed it on her knee. "Will you miss me? When you're not too busy
," she said.
"Of course I think about you..." Le Yang said the truth, but felt a little embarrassed after saying it, so
he stopped.
"You'd never think about me, who knows who you're thinking about?" Yang Yanqin said disgustedly, taking his hand off his knee.
She pushed it open, feeling something unclean stuck to it, which disgusted her. "One night, I
went to your park, and I saw you. I saw you holding hands with a girl, talking and laughing...
"
"That wasn't me, no, that's impossible." After the seven-day holiday, Le Yang hadn't been to
the park since he started working, let alone at night, and there was no way he would be holding hands with any girl. "Come on, you
've never even been to the park! Why are you being so silly!" he said definitively.
Yang Yanqin's face flushed red, her lips tightened, and she squinted her eyes, threateningly saying,
"What do you mean? Are you saying I'm a liar?"
Le Yang was taken aback by her overreaction. "Please don't say that, okay?" he
said gently and patiently. Little Fangfei looked at her mother's fierce face with her big, dark eyes. "I didn't say that.
Let's not talk about it anymore, okay?" He was afraid of angering her and scaring the child if he yelled.
"Okay, I won't say anymore." Yang Yanqin's tone softened. After a long pause, about ten seconds later,
she spoke again: "Although it was already dark, you were under the streetlights, and I saw you clearly.
There's no way I could forget what you look like. I'd remember you even if you were ashes." She said this with great seriousness. Le Yang remained silent
. She paused, then abruptly changed the subject, raising her voice: "No one is allowed to mention this again,
but I warn you: don't say I'm a liar. I didn't lie to you about anything, and you have nothing to lie about! I
swear on this..." She pointed to the child in her arms, "I can swear on my child's life that if I'm
a liar..."
"I was wrong, I apologized, isn't that enough?" Le Yang quickly stood up to interrupt her, afraid
that her sharp tongue would utter some more vicious words.
Fortunately, Shui'er appeared at the door just then, her hair disheveled, but she had changed into a vest
and shorts, as if she had just woken up. Both of them fell silent. Le Yang was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to leave or stay, and forced himself
to sit in the armchair, suppressing his anger. Suddenly, Yang Yanqin's expression changed; she adopted a kind and amiable
smile and chatted intimately with Shui'er, leaving him standing there. He could only turn on the TV and watch it listlessly, pondering
how to leave this awful place with dignity.
After Xiao Fangfei finished eating, she fell asleep again. Yang Yanqin carried the child out of the living room and put her in the room to sleep.
Only Shui'er and Le Yang remained in the living room. Neither of them spoke, and in this secret, silent
moment, the air seemed to freeze. Shui'er opened her mouth and whispered, "I don't know what you two are arguing about,
but Sister Yanqin, that's just how she is. It'll pass!"
Le Yang nodded, glad she said that. At this moment, his mood was at its lowest point, and these words
were a kind of comfort to him.
"Want to hear Sister Xiu's story?" Perhaps seeing that Leyang still didn't want to talk, she changed the subject.
Seeing Leyang nod, she continued, "In your opinion, is Sister Xiu happy now?"
she asked.
Leyang thought for a moment, then said cautiously, "Apart from money, I think she's doing quite well. Her children are growing up healthy
, and her husband works hard! At least, she's happier than me!"
"But do you know what she used to do?" Before he could answer, she continued,
"You can't tell just by looking at her. You'd never guess that more than five years ago, she was just like us,
a prostitute, doing business under the overpass every night..." She blinked, glancing warily
at the door.
"Ah, I really can't tell! Is that really true?" His eyes widened, his face filled with surprise.
"Of course, she used to be very pretty, and her business was pretty good. Over the years, she had accumulated some savings, but
she was completely immature, like a silly girl, just like we are now, until she had a child, Lulu
," Shui'er smiled and winked at him, "but nobody knows
who her father is, not even Sister Xiu herself."
"My God, isn't her father Lei Da'an?" he asked, deeply captivated by the story
. He remembered the first time he saw Lulu, he noticed that the child didn't resemble his two younger sisters.
"How could it be him? Anyone could see it. Sister Xiu was lucky; when she didn't know what
to do, she met Lei Da'an, who had just returned home from military service. They fell in love at first sight and quickly got married.
Eight months after their marriage, the child was born." She spoke in a secretive tone, which made him very uncomfortable.
"Oh, thank goodness, Lei Da'an knows about this, right?" Le Yang breathed a sigh of relief.
"I think he knows, but he's still as good to Sister Xiu as ever, and treats Lulu like his own child
. He's a great father!" Shui'er said with deep respect.
"Yes! Yes! He really is a good man!" he agreed. "You can tell Sister Xiu
is very satisfied with him; sometimes she even brags about it to others." He said.
"That's not fair to Lei Da'an. He adopted her child, but Sister Xiu doesn't know how lucky she is.
Men like that are becoming increasingly rare," she sighed. "Sometimes, she doesn't even respect Lei Da'an
, saying he's useless in front of many people. Can you imagine what that scene is like?" she said sympathetically.
He shook his head. "Sister Xiu shouldn't be like that; she should be content." He also felt sorry for Lei Da'an
, thinking he was truly remarkable. What a magnanimous man he must be!
“Yes, Sister Xiu is our good friend. I’m not saying anything bad about her; she’s our role model. She successfully
escaped this degrading life.” She paused, glanced at Leyang, and said, “Given the chance, we
also want to live that kind of life, to enjoy family happiness like ordinary people. That’s why Sister Yanqin treated you so well from the moment you appeared.
She thought you were a good man like Lei Da’an. You know, she has a child, and she’s
even more eager for it than we are.” She said.
“Of course, I can understand. She’s pitiful too. The child is innocent,” he said sincerely, trying to
convince her that he really didn’t care whether Yang Yanqin had a child or not. “But she shouldn’t have said those things…” Leyang
said sadly.
Before she could finish speaking, Yang Yanqin stormed in angrily. Shui'er and Leyang were both startled,
staring dumbfounded as she strode in, her cheeks flushed with extreme anger and trembling slightly
.
[To be continued]

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