The bitter fruit of infidelity 1012

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Chapter Ten.
As I walked towards the door, I could hear my own heart pounding, because I knew who it was.
Seeing her through the peephole only confirmed my feeling.
She was soaking wet, her hair disheveled and waterlogged, her makeup washed away by the rain
. My phone rang at that moment. I saw Yang Ling anxiously dialing outside the door; I
knew it was her.
Seeing everything before me, I believe any man with a conscience would
open the door immediately. But I didn't know if I should open this door that might cost her her happiness, her family.
A few minutes later, she left, leaving a letter slipped through the sash. I held the letter without reading it.
I knew she missed me, and her purpose might just be to see me. I can't say I'm some great person, but I'm
truly afraid she'll get a divorce because I can't give her everything her husband can give her now, which makes me feel inferior.
The letter was dry, showing she had protected it well. The rain outside was still pouring down. I
pressed tightly to my chest, against my heart. The envelope still carried her scent, my familiar scent.
I put down the letter and rushed downstairs. I saw her at the door on the first floor. A helpless woman stood there,
trembling tears still visible on her face. She had clearly
lost a lot of weight in just over a month, and her eyes were covered in dark circles.
I stood on the stairs watching her. She seemed to sense my arrival, turning around and seeing me behind her. She
ran into the rain like a madwoman.
I rushed down and caught her in the rain. She struggled violently: "Let me go! You don't want to see me, you
don't want to open the door for me, just let me go by myself! I don't need your pity!"
My heart broke at her cries.
I carried her to the bottom of the stairs and said, "Listen to me. You should know whether I want to see you or not. I just
don't want to hurt you anymore. I've already hurt you enough. I don't want us to continue making mistakes. Believe me. I
truly love you." Then I carried her step by step to my house.
On the way, Yang Ling just buried her head in my arms and cried incessantly. I put Yang Ling on my bed, took
off all her rain-soaked clothes, and washed her thoroughly with hot water. While I was doing this, Yang Ling just looked at
me without saying a word.
When I lay down next to her, she jumped up and slapped me: "You're not a man at all! Your woman
traveled hundreds of kilometers to see you, and you didn't dare open the door! Are you even a man?"
I couldn't answer Yang Ling's words. Her slap released all the pent-up emotions I had been suppressing. Tears
streamed down our faces simultaneously. Yang Ling gently touched the spot where she had been hit: "Honey, did it hurt?
I got on the bus at 8 pm. I came back just to see you, to see if he had bothered you.
Also I have to go back first thing tomorrow morning. You're so heartless! I
stood at the door in this heavy rain and you wouldn't open it. Don't you love me anymore?"
I looked at her ... Before me, this woman who would do anything for love, I could only say in my heart, "I'm sorry, I
love you very much, but I can't give you anything. All I can give you is the thrill of an affair and physical pleasure.
A good woman like you deserves a good man to love and cherish you. I'm not a good man, and I
don't deserve your devotion."
Yang Ling kissed my eyes, licking away my tears with her tongue. "Don't cry. I just came to see you. I have to take the 7 o'clock bus back
tomorrow morning. We don't have much time together. Today, I want you to love me properly."
I held Yang Ling in my arms, kissing her breasts, burying my head between them, feeling her
body temperature and her heartbeat. I sensed that she hadn't had sex in a long time. When I put her on the bed and started undressing her, her
face was already red, her legs were rubbing together, and her nipples were hard from my stimulation.
I couldn't think of any reason not to give her what she wanted, what I also wanted. When I entered her, she was
already overflowing with desire. This time, our lovemaking wasn't as passionate as usual, and she wasn't as engaged. It felt like we
were just exchanging feelings and comforting each other. Because of my mood, I finished
what would normally take a long time in a few seconds, and she didn't ask me to give her anything more.
"Honey, hold me and sleep well for a while. I've had insomnia for a long time, and I've been wanting you to hold me while I sleep."
"You sleep well, I'll hold you. You have a long train ride tomorrow."
She fell asleep peacefully in my arms.
At 7 a.m., her phone alarm woke us up; she was leaving. We went to the station together, and only
when she boarded the train did I truly feel the pain of separation. Her head was looking at me through the window, her hand tightly clasped in mine
. I wanted to go with her, but I knew it was impossible. I couldn't keep hurting her like this forever, because I
was n't even sure if I would marry her if she really got a divorce.
Yang Ling's tears fell onto my hand: "Call me when you miss me." That was all she said.
The train finally left, and my heart felt as heavy as if a huge stone was pressing down on it. I knew she
wouldn't ; she would come back.
As soon as I got home, I received a call from Sister Liu: "Eat something, I'm downstairs, I'll bring it up to you."
By the time I put away the letter Yang Ling had given me, she had already brought my breakfast up. I was still wondering
what Yang Ling had written
when I ate breakfast in bed and went straight to sleep.
"What's wrong with you today? You seem really unhappy," Liu asked suspiciously.
I replied curtly, "I didn't sleep well last night, I want to get some sleep today,
can ?"
Liu smiled and lay down next to me: "Let me see what's wrong with my little darling. You're so irritable today,
is something on your mind? Tell your sister, I can help you." As she spoke, her hand naturally
grabbed my crotch.
I ignored her. I heard her undressing and felt a hot body pressed against my back. Her hand
skillfully stroked my penis, and her mouth kissed my back.
I turned over and said, "If you want to kiss me, kiss here, I don't like using your hands."
Liu probably knew I was upset and obediently took my penis into her mouth. She
still smelled of her shower from last night; I recognized the scent because Yang Ling also liked that brand
of shower gel.
Under Liu's teasing, my penis finally became erect. She still preferred to sit on top of me, saying it allowed her to...
She took control of the rhythm. I covered my head with the blanket, imagining Liu above me as Yang Ling. Liu didn't know
what I was thinking; she liked it when I covered her head, saying it made her feel more relaxed. I felt her
movements on me getting faster and faster, her moans becoming increasingly frantic.
Ah. Women. 30 like wolves, 40 like tigers. 50 sitting on the ground sucking the dirt—truly the wisdom of the ancients for thousands of years
.
Liu sat like that for a short while before suddenly collapsing onto me. I knew she was enjoying it, but my
penis was still hard inside her vagina. After a few minutes of rest, she started moving up and down on me again. I
pulled back the blanket and saw her red, distorted face above me.
I deliberately thrust my hips upwards in sync with her movements. She didn't expect me to do anything and cried out in pain
. Seeing her pained expression, I thrust even faster, and with each increase, Liu's second
orgasm quickly followed.
I turned her over. She turned her back to me, adopting my preferred position. My thighs and her buttocks moved
in perfect harmony. She was too weak to make a sound, simply letting me thrust wildly.
Ten minutes later, I reached orgasm inside her.
"You're amazing today. Did you take some kind of drug? My period just ended last night, and you've given me
such a wonderful morning. I love you so much," Liu whispered in my ear.
On my way to work, Liu told me she wanted to introduce me to a girlfriend that evening, a recent graduate working at a bank.
I understood Liu's intentions; I was just her sexual partner, not someone who would affect her life.
I had lost myself. I had found someone I loved, and someone who loved me, but not
someone to spend my life with.
I wondered if the girl I met tonight would be the one for me.
Chapter Eleven
: I ate lunch at Liu's house. She kept telling me how wonderful the girl was,
filling me with fantasies. I also wanted to walk down the street with my own woman. Being a mistress is exhausting.
Around 8 pm, Liu called, and we went to a bar together. The anxiety of waiting made Sister Liu
laugh at me. I don't know if it was because the girl Sister Liu told me about was really good, or because of
myself , but I felt I hadn't been this happy in a long time.
A girl came in through the bar entrance. She was about 164cm tall, wore glasses, a light green dress, and had
very fair skin. She looked quite pretty.
Sister Liu introduced her enthusiastically: "Xiao Liu, this is Xiao Yu, the one I told you about. Xiao Yu, this is Xiao Liu."
As a man, I boldly stared at her. She glanced at me cautiously a few times, and as soon as she saw me
staring at her, she immediately lowered her head, seemingly blushing a little. But I could tell she had a
good first impression of me.
I took the initiative to talk to her, letting her relax and giving her a chance to look at me properly. After chatting for
a while, I made an excuse and left. I knew that at this point, Sister Liu would definitely ask her what her impression of me was, so
I could find out how I should treat her. As I expected.
When I walked over, Xiaoyu had gone to the restroom.
Sister feel embarrassed. You're too bold."
I quickly asked her what she thought of me. "It's up to you. I'll leave when she gets here. You
should know what to do."
Of course, I knew what Sister Liu meant. Sister Liu left as soon as Xiaoyu arrived. Xiaoyu and I
chatted to work, the conversation going smoothly. I received a message from Sister Liu: "She has a good impression of you,
make the most of it."
Time flew by, and it was past 11 pm. I took her home; it turned out her house was in the same complex as Yang Ling's. On the way, I
wanted to hold her hand but didn't dare. I don't understand why I was so timid tonight.
When we were almost home, I asked her, "If I had held your hand earlier, would you have refused?" She smiled
but didn't answer, only telling me to call her tomorrow. After saying that, I watched her run upstairs.
As soon as I got home, I received a call from an unknown number. It was a friend of Yang Ling saying Yang Ling was drunk at a bar
and needed me to come immediately. I'd met this friend of hers a few times; a 31-year-old woman, a very restless
one. Yang Ling had always forbade me from having much contact with her. When I arrived at the bar, I saw that Yang Ling was already
quite drunk. Apparently, her husband had gone out of town, and she was back to see her child.
As soon as I sat down, Yang Ling said, "I thought you weren't coming. I wanted to see you." I just advised her
to drink less . Her friend, however, kept urging me to drink. While I was drinking, Yang Ling lay on my lap.
By the time she was almost sober, I was nearly drunk. When we left, her friend invited us to her house, saying her husband was away on a business trip
. Before I could even answer, Yang Ling had already agreed.
When we arrived at her friend's house, Yang Ling went straight to her bed. Her friend warmly invited me to sit
on the bed , then went to change her clothes. Looking at Yang Ling's thin figure, I didn't know
why I was doing this. Was it worth it? I asked myself, but I had no answer.
Her friend came out wearing very sexy lingerie. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra; her two dark
nipples were sticking out. The neckline of her clothes was very low, and when she bent over, her enormous breasts and deep cleavage were clearly visible.
A man under the influence of alcohol loses his rationality, and my male instincts kicked in. Her friend seemed to be
deliberately teasing me, repeatedly bending down to take off Yang Ling's shoes and pants, making her large
breasts sway in front of me.
Yang Ling seemed to sober up a bit at this point, grabbing me and pulling me down onto the bed. Her hands began to unbuckle my
belt, a move that startled me. I couldn't possibly do this in front of her friend, even though it was exciting, I
was still scared.
Her friend walked over to Yang Ling and said, "You can't do this in front of me, my husband's been gone for a long time
, I can't stand it." Her eyes kept glancing at me as she spoke. I understood what she meant, but I
still didn't have the courage to do it.
Yang Ling said something that startled us all: "I know your husband is gone. Tonight, I'll
make her your husband, and the three of us will sleep together tonight."
I knew Yang Ling was drunk; her eyes told me she was barely conscious. Yang Ling's hands
finally pulled down my pants. Her friend, however, was even bolder, taking off Yang Ling's clothes. Yang Ling was left only in
her underwear, while I had mine stripped down to that as well.
Yang Ling seemed oblivious to the people around her, and began giving me oral sex as if it were second nature. Her friend crawled in front of me
and placed my hands on her breasts. I felt her breasts were really big, at least bigger than Yang Ling's and Sister Liu's,
but they lacked elasticity, and her nipples were very dark.
Yang Ling slowly sat on top of me and started rocking, while her friend sat on my face. The alcohol and
the scene around me made me feel like I was in an American movie.
When Yang Ling got tired of rocking, her friend did the same and sat on top of me, while Yang Ling
stroked my face and breasts with her hands. Before her friend had rocked for long, Yang Ling wanted me to come from behind. Her friend
reluctantly got up and knelt in front of me in the same position as Yang Ling.
As my penis went in and out of Yang Ling's body, my hand was also
moving in and out of her friend's vagina with two fingers. They both made lewd moans in front of me. Although both were women who had given birth,
Yang Ling's vagina was much tighter than her friend's. I kept switching back and forth between the two of them, which made me
ejaculate inside her friend's stomach after a short while.
When I lay down, her friend cleaned me up with paper. Yang Ling went to the bathroom, and her friend
started , washing my penis clean in her mouth.
Yang Ling didn't come back for a long time, so I started to worry. I got up and looked for her, but she wasn't there. Her friend said
she might have left. I lay in bed thinking about what happened tonight, but I couldn't understand it at all. Was Yang Ling
really drunk? Did she deliberately ask me to sleep with her friend? I couldn't figure it out.
Her friend, who was lying next to me, probably still had ideas, and her hands were groping all over my body. Just as I was about to do it again
, Yang Ling called.
"You're so great, you sleep with me just because I told you to. What do you take me for? I'll make you regret this for the rest of your life."
This call made me sit up abruptly. I hurriedly told her friend to call her home. She was home,
crying. I put on my clothes and was about to leave when her friend said she wanted to come with me. I said no.
When I arrived at her house, the door was open. As soon as I entered, I heard her crying. I went into the room and saw she had a knife in her hand.
"Yang Ling, put the knife down, don't do anything rash!" I said.
As soon as I finished speaking, Yang Ling used the knife to slash her wrist. I rushed forward to try to snatch the knife away, but she waved it wildly in front of me, preventing me from getting close. As I tried to rush over and hug her, I suddenly felt a pain in
my hand . I looked down and saw blood flowing from my hand, quite a lot. "You've hurt yourself, let me see." Yang Ling cried as she threw the knife away. Seeing the blood flowing from my hand, she hurriedly found some cotton to bandage it. Perhaps because the wound was so deep, the cotton was completely soaked in a short time, but the bleeding wouldn't stop. I was terrified myself. Afraid of losing too much blood, I quickly asked Yang Ling to help me downstairs to the hospital. At the hospital, it turned out I needed six stitches. The knife wound was very deep, on the back of my hand; I almost lost the use of my hand. On the way back to my house, Yang Ling didn't say a word, just leaned on my shoulder. I was also too weak to speak due to excessive blood loss. When we got home, Yang Ling rushed to get water to wash the blood off the other parts of my body. I saw her crying as she washed. I could only gently comfort her, "It's not your fault, I brought this on myself. I know why you did this." I knew Yang Ling wanted me to have sex with her friend so she could finally break up with me. "Go to sleep, I'll go wash your clothes and then come back to keep you company." Even after I lay down in bed, I was still thinking, "Other people find it so easy to have lovers, why did things turn out like ?" It was past 3 a.m. when Yang Ling and I finally went to sleep. After a night of turmoil, we both fell asleep quickly. When I woke up the next morning, Yang Ling had already prepared breakfast and was waiting for me. Looking at the bags under her eyes and the dark circles, I knew she hadn't slept at all last night. As I left, she only said one sentence: "I hope you don't hate me. I know I have no right to do this, it 's unfair to you, but I really like you, I couldn't control my thoughts and feelings." "I don't blame you, this is the kind of wound I deserve, I'm the one who hurt you." After saying that, I took the bus to work. When I arrived at work, Sister Liu immediately called me into her office to ask what had happened. I didn't want to hide it from her, so I told her. "That Yang Ling is going too far. She has no right to treat you like that; you're not her husband." Seeing Sister Liu's angry expression, I felt a little comforted: "At least someone cares about me." Just then, my phone rang. It was Xiaoyu: "Are you free tonight? I'm going out with two friends and we'd like to invite you." I was about to say I was busy, but I agreed anyway. Sister Liu asked if it was Xiaoyu calling and told me not to go to work yet. She invited me to her house so she could get me some food to replenish my blood. I really didn't have the energy to work; the excessive blood loss had made me feel very weak. That evening, Xiaoyu and her friends arrived before me, and when Sister Liu and I got there, they were already laughing and joking. Xiaoyu saw the bandage on my hand and asked in surprise, "You were fine last night, how did your hand get bandaged?" I gave a wry smile and was about to make up an excuse when Sister Liu said, "Xiaoyu, you don't know, last night he saw someone robbed someone, he tried to stop them and got stabbed. The robber didn't get his money, but Xiao Liu was stabbed and needed six stitches." I didn't expect Sister Liu to say that, so I lowered my head to avoid feeling ashamed. Xiaoyu immediately sat down next to me: "Is there any lasting damage to your hand? Has the person who killed you been caught?" Looking at Xiaoyu and her friend's admiring expressions and Sister Liu's cunning smile, I felt this world was truly hypocritical. Women are geniuses at lying; she could even come up with such an excuse. When I got home that evening, Xiaoyu drove me home because she wanted to have a good talk with me. On the way, she linked her arm with mine and whispered, "Didn't you say you wanted to hold my hand? You can hold it whenever you want once your hand is better ." Looking at the innocent girl beside me, and thinking of Yang Ling's melancholy eyes and haggard body, I wondered what the future held for Yang Ling and me. When Xiaoyu looked up at me, I couldn't help but kiss her. I could feel she was nervous, excited, and happy. Everyone wants their boyfriend to be a hero. When we got downstairs, I asked her if she wanted to come up for a bit. She hesitated for a moment and said another day, then jumped up and kissed me before getting into her car and leaving. I don't know if it was loneliness or her innocence that touched me, but I think I'm starting to like her— like this girl I can't bear to deceive, yet I have to. Before I even got home, I received a message from Xiaoyu: "Go home and rest well. I'll come over tomorrow to make you lunch."

Chapter
Twelve. The next day, Sister Liu told me to rest at home. Actually, my injury was only to my left hand and wouldn't affect my work, but since she told me
not to go, I was happy to stay home and rest. Around noon, Xiaoyu called to come to my house at 10 o'clock.
I didn't seem to have any sexual desire for her, probably because I didn't want to ruin her innocence.
I opened the letter Yang Ling had given me; I hadn't read it for the past few days, but I finally opened it today.
"Husband, you might think it's unfair of me to call you that. I'm a married
woman I shouldn't call you that. I can only be your lover, and I have no right to interfere in your life. But I hate
you, I hate that you seduced me, teased me, made me fall in love with you, and made me think about you every day. I don't know if you
think about me. Maybe I'm just a companion when you're feeling empty, and you only have a little bit of love for me. I can't think of
any way to cut off my longing for you. If you really find a good woman, maybe I'll give up. I've fantasized
many times about whether you would want me if I got a divorce. I can't figure it out. I miss you so much right now, I want to see you,
hold you, and kiss you..."
Many parts of the letter were blurred; I knew they were traces of her tears. What she said in the letter might be
true . I really can't guarantee that I will take responsibility for her after the divorce, because I feel that I am selfish, cowardly, and unwilling to
take responsibility for my actions.
Before 4 PM, Xiaoyu arrived at my house with a huge pile of groceries. As soon as she walked in, she asked if my hand hurt, then
frowned and said, "Look at your house, it's like a doghouse."
I was stunned; I felt like I'd heard that on TV before.
"I'm a single man, how can I have time to clean? I wanted to clean today, but my hand is bothering me," I blurted out, unconsciously
lying.
"You can lie on the sofa, I'll clean for you. Just keep it
like this from now on." Seeing her mature tone, I really felt her innocence and cuteness.
Maybe it was because Sister Liu said my hand had been killed for its heroic act, but I felt Xiaoyu looked at me with a hint of admiration
.
I walked over to her and put my arm around her waist. "Xiaoyu, you're so kind, thank you." Then I
kissed her.
I watched her clean my "doghouse" bit by bit, but her face remained red, and she
didn't dare look up at me. Yang Ling and Sister Liu, who had visited me, had never thought to help me clean; it was really kind of
Xiaoyu to clean up the things I'd left behind with other women.
We didn't finish cleaning until after 5 pm. I told her to take a break, but she refused and started cooking.
While she was cooking, I stood behind her, hugging her and kissing her ear every now and then, until she pushed me away,
saying I was disturbing her.
I watched from outside, her face flushed, glancing at me occasionally, a slight smile on her lips, and I felt
happy. This kind of happiness was something no other woman could give me.
The feelings between people are strange; some people you can know your whole life and never develop feelings for, while others
develop unforgettable feelings in a short time. I believe Xiaoyu and I probably belong to
the latter.
I sat on the sofa watching TV until she brought the dishes. I wanted to help, but she called me clumsy.
While eating, I wished I had hurt my right hand so Xiaoyu could feed me bite by bite. I told her this thought, and she
just smiled. Her cooking was delicious, as if she had specially learned how to make it.
While eating, I still kept watching her.
"What are you looking at? It's not like you haven't seen it before. Eat more."
"How would I know I'm looking at you if you don't look? You're secretly looking at me too. Besides, watching you eat makes me hungry, you
're so pretty."
Xiaoyu blushed: "I'm not talking to you anymore, you're so glib."
I could tell she was very happy.
After washing the dishes, we sat on the sofa to watch TV. My hands started to wander, and I put her hand
on my lips: "You've worked hard, your little hands are tired. Let me kiss them."
Xiaoyu tried to pull her hand away, but I held it tightly. With a sudden pull, she fell into my arms, and before she
could react, my lips were already on hers. The moment our tongues touched, I felt Xiaoyu
trembling in my arms.
My hand stroked her smooth face and slowly moved downwards. Just as I was about to touch her breasts, she
jumped up : "You only have one hand that can move, and you're still so restless. Be careful, or I'll cripple your good hand too."
She pretended to be very angry and sat down to the side.
"Ouch, ouch." I also pretended that my hand was starting to hurt.
She suddenly sat down next to me: "Did I hurt you? I didn't mean to."
Little girls are so easily fooled.
I hugged her tightly: "It hurts a lot, unless you let me kiss you."
"Fine, you lied to me, I'm ignoring you." But she nestled in my arms, making no move to get up.
I gently kissed her lips and her ear. I could feel she was enjoying it when I kissed her ear; I
knew her sensitive spot was her ear. My hand finally touched her breasts. They weren't very large, maybe a 34B at most.
The standard for an Asian woman, very firm, with small nipples. I unbuttoned her clothes, exposing her breasts to me.
The feeling of seeing them was completely different from the feeling of touching them. The nipples were like small cherries on her snow-white skin. I
couldn't resist bending down and taking them into my mouth.
"No, no, I'm scared."
Xiaoyu struggled to stand up. I didn't want to force her, because I knew she was very likely still a virgin.
Reaching this point after only knowing her for a short time was already quite bold for her.
I still held her in my arms: "Xiaoyu, tell me, are you a virgin?" I boldly asked
her a question.
She nodded. "Isn't it embarrassing? When I was in school, all my classmates started living together,
but I just couldn't let go."
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so flirtatious with you. I can't say I love you yet, but I've already started to
like you. If I love you, or you fall in love with me, could you give me your first time? I want to be your
first man, and if possible, I hope it will be your last."
I don't know when I learned to be so smooth-talking, and so naturally and honestly.
"When I met you, I started to have some feelings for you. When I learned about your hand and
why it was injured, I felt that you were the man I had been looking for."
Unbelievable… Sister Liu's lie had such a big effect. Xiaoyu's head was already spinning after saying this.
She was almost buried between my thighs. I knew she was shy, but I never expected her to confess her feelings like this.
We kissed repeatedly on the sofa. My hands could freely caress her breasts, but I
didn't move downwards. I wanted to save the best for the best. Xiaoyu was clearly aroused and started kissing me proactively.
Her hand touched my genitals, and she immediately stopped.
"Can I see? I've only ever seen things like this in books."
How could I refuse such a request? She pulled down my pajama bottoms. I wasn't wearing underwear, and
a large thing was standing erect.
She gently squeezed it with her hand: "It's so big. Is it usually big too?"
I didn't explain and let her see for herself. Her hand moved up and down a few times unintentionally, as if gesturing to show how big my
thing was . This made me think of… and gave me a few moments of pleasure.
"This is a normal reaction for men. Who told you to be so beautiful?"
Xiaoyu didn't say anything after I said that, but just looked at my thing very carefully. As I finished putting my pants on,
I saw her looking at me with great affection. I knew she was curious, and maybe I
could , but I wanted my hand to heal first; having only one hand was really inconvenient.
"If I wanted you now, would you?" I asked Xiaoyu.
"I don't know, I don't know why, but I'm so bold when I'm with you. My ex
-boyfriends at most kissed me, nothing more."
I thought to myself: Your ex-boyfriends must have been virgins too. One word: "Stupid."
"It's okay, I won't force you. Let's wait until my hand heals. I'll love you and cherish you."
Xiaoyu nodded, blushing.
On the way home, she gently took my arm: "When your hand heals, come to my house to meet my parents, let
them meet you." Of course I was willing.
When we got to her building, I saw Yang Ling's light was on. I was afraid of running into her, afraid she would disturb my current
happy life.
Back home, seeing the room Xiaoyu had cleaned, I felt a warmth in my heart. I believed that as long as I treated her well, she
would be a good wife. It was right that I didn't have sex with her today.
The phone rang; it was Xiaoyu.
"Go to sleep early. I'll come see you again tomorrow night."
Her tone was full of a girl's beautiful longing for love, which gave me hope for the future too.
Then I received a message: "Is your hand any better? I still hate that I don't have you. I want to
sleep at your place, I want to come see you."
Yang Ling's message inexplicably made me feel disgusted. I don't need a lover now; I want a woman
of my own.

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