The Story of the Ghost Wife

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My family was a large clan, and my father (we must use the proper title according to family rules) was the clan head. He was the one who made the decisions regarding the family business, and my uncles and maternal uncles could only follow orders. But let's get back to the lighter stuff. Although my father was busy, in the early Republican era, there weren't many regulations governing wealthy people. I had four mothers. Do you understand what that means?

My mother was the second oldest, so I addressed my four mothers as: First Aunt, Mother, Third Aunt, and Fourth Aunt. My First Aunt was forty-seven, but being born into a wealthy family, she was well-preserved, and my father respected her the most. My mother, on the other hand, wasn't so great—a bit simple-minded. But it was after marrying my Fourth Aunt that she gave birth to me at the age of thirty-two—the eldest son of the clan head, and after my father passed away, my only son, inheriting the entire family business. (That's a story for later, so let's leave it at that.) My Third Aunt was incredibly strong! It was obvious my father married her for procreation. Unfortunately, while she was fertile, none of them had sons. I ended up with two older sisters and a younger sister (thankfully, they all inherited my father's beauty). My fourth aunt was quite pretty, no less so than my mother, a classic beauty.

My father, recommended by a matchmaker, decided that my third aunt couldn't produce a son, so he married her in his thirties. She became pregnant shortly after entering the family, and was treated like a precious gem by the whole household, not allowed to be touched. This frustrated my father, leading him to sleep with my mother. And that's how, through a series of coincidences, I was born from my parents' actions.

It seems my first aunt was truly barren. Before and after my fourth aunt entered the family, my mother, third aunt, and fourth aunt each gave birth to a son. Thanks to my birth, my mother was now on equal footing with my first aunt at home, and no one bullied her anymore (before, my third aunt had really impressed my mother with her ability to produce sons).

After I was born, my father settled down. He still had affairs outside the home, but he didn't bring any more wives into the family. If he had, that book wouldn't have been published. Yes! When my father was almost fifty, he married my fifth concubine. This was the first time my eldest aunt had disagreed with him, but being a lady of high society, she eventually agreed to my father's wishes and let my fifth concubine into the family. This was the first time I saw my father's wedding; the scene was grand, even more impressive than a typical wedding in a small family.

The next day, my father didn't show up; it was my mother and the others who established the rules for the newly arrived fifth concubine. As the eldest son, I had to meet my new concubine. In the side hall, my eldest aunt and my mother sat at the head of the table, with my third and fourth concubines on either side, like a three-way trial. I sat next to my mother.

The steward led the fifth concubine in, and, to be honest, I was completely stunned. My fifth concubine was beautiful! She had willow-leaf eyebrows, an oval face, and cherry-like lips; her skin was fair and delicate, almost translucent. Her figure, shaped like an hourglass beneath her cheongsam, was slender. Unlike her mother and the others, she didn't wear embroidered shoes made of floral fabric, but rather the latest high heels from Shanghai, their slender heels supporting her graceful figure.

My face was already flushed; I'd completely forgotten what my third aunt had told me to do to her. I just stared at her, watching her serve tea from the eldest aunt until she finished serving the fourth aunt, completely lost in thought.

It wasn't until my mother nudged me that I snapped out of it. When the head steward called out, "Greetings, young master," I rushed to my fifth aunt. Before she could take the tea from the maid, I snatched it and offered it to her, whispering, "Fifth aunt, I'm Xiaowei, I'm Fang Kewei." Pointing to my mother, I said, "She's my mother." My fifth aunt smiled faintly, leaving me speechless.

I don't remember how things fell apart. My mother dragged me back like a dead dog. I vaguely remember someone saying—it's all my father's fault!—that he brought a vixen into the family, and everyone, young and old, was bewitched. What nonsense! Although I really wanted to be bewitched, I wasn't worthy! I was only twelve years old that year.

From then on, the women in my family formed their own cliques: my eldest aunt and my mother were in one group, my third and fourth aunts were in another, and my fifth aunt was in her own group. Me? I couldn't find a way to support my fifth aunt!

More than half a year passed in the blink of an eye. The political situation was unstable, and my father made a big decision: to move the family to Hong Kong. After settling in, I shuttled between Hong Kong and Shanghai.

My first few years in Hong Kong were miserable. All the neighbors were gone. At first, I didn't understand a word the Hong Kong people said, and Ren Da's loud voice and manner of speaking made me think he was swearing! Blonde-haired, big-nosed foreigners were everywhere, speaking in their gibberish that I couldn't understand at all. My father arranged for a tutor to come to our house to give us intensive lessons. After a year, apart from a few of the managers who understood Cantonese, only my fifth aunt and I could understand English (we had already mastered Cantonese).

When I was fourteen, because of the tension in the mainland, my father went back to Shanghai on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year. We weren't familiar with the area, unlike before in Shanghai when we were busy with New Year's visits and gift-giving every day until the fifteenth. As soon as my father left, the house became quiet. Some of the servants we had hired locally hadn't returned from their New Year's holidays yet!

The story begins like this: My mother and the others went to the temple to burn incense. I thought it was too much trouble and didn't go with them. My third and fourth aunts, for some reason, and anyway, my fifth aunt hadn't even reached the temple before she was driven back in a huff. That was when I was in big trouble. Do you know what I was doing? (I figured it out. Usually, when people go to burn incense and make wishes, they eat vegetarian food at the temple at noon, and they don't come back until dusk after listening to the sutras. The whole house is full of women going to burn incense,

and I'm my only free activity!) I was peeking at my fifth aunt's high heels in her room! There were red ones, black ones, gold ones, one-inch ones, two-inch ones, and three-inch ones, some with closed toes, and some with openwork... I was overwhelmed by the sight. Just as I was holding a pair of black, three-inch, closed-toe shoes to my nose to smell them, the door was pushed open with a "creak," and I saw my fifth aunt staring at me, completely silent. Neither of us made a sound.

I slowly put the shoes down, unsure what to say. Fifth Aunt yelled, "Who let you in?! You like shoes so much, huh? You're a young master! Tell the servants to buy you more! You can have as many as you want! Hmm! You like smelling stinky feet, huh?

Go smell your fourth aunt's feet then! So you're just being a masochist. Your third aunt's feet are stinky enough, go eat shit yourself! Don't embarrass yourself in front of me!" A torrent of abuse followed, and I stood there dumbfounded, too scared to move.

Then I looked at Fifth Aunt, and she was crying! This was serious! I wanted to tell my aunt, but what if Father found out? Me? Fifth Aunt said, "Fifth Aunt, I was wrong today, please don't be angry, I won't do it again next time.

"

But these words only made her cry harder, sobbing, "Who's your mother! I'm a slut, yes, I was bought by your father, I was a kept woman. Whenever your father wanted to have sex with me, I'd take off my pants and let him. Your other mothers are respectable and great, I'd belittle them if I were with them. Your young master is noble, what's wrong with him? It's all my fault! And now you're acting like this, it's all my fault..." Before she could finish, Fifth Aunt fainted, falling straight forward. Instinctively, I pounced and caught her. Holding her in my arms felt so good! The faint scent of rouge and Fifth Aunt's natural fragrance wafted through the air. Her soft, boneless body was like four ounces of cotton. I picked her up and laid her on the bed, rushed to the inner room to get a silk towel, soaked it in water, and came back to apply it to her.

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As I wiped her face, my trembling hands unbuttoned the top row of buttons on her cheongsam, revealing her snow-white breasts, which aroused me greatly. Not long after, I saw Fifth Aunt frown and look like she was about to wake up, so I quickly looked away and pretended to be obedient.

She opened her eyes, looked around, and seeing no one else, knew I had put her on the bed. She looked at me and said, "Who taught you that? Why are you humiliating me like this?"

I quickly poured my heart out, saying, "No one taught me, but from the second day you entered the house, the first time I saw you, I couldn't stop thinking about you. I usually don't dare say anything to you in front of others, since you're my father's woman, and my mother. Today, I finally got the chance, and I just wanted to satisfy my long-held desire to touch Fifth Aunt herself, even just her shoes."

Hearing my blatant confession, she blushed and asked, moved, "Is it true?" I had prayed to Buddha and Bodhisattvas, from Laozi and the Heavenly Lord of Morality to Shakyamuni and Guanyin, all of them vouching for me.

She believed me, covered my mouth with her hand, and said, "Don't talk nonsense anymore, or you'll be struck by lightning." She sighed and fell silent.

I asked her why she came back? Why was she crying? She hesitated for a moment, then told me, and I was right. When they entered the temple, someone complimented her on her beauty, and she politely returned a smile. Her third and fourth concubines seized the opportunity to berate her, accusing her of being unchaste and even bringing up her past profession.

It was the first time I'd ever heard that my fifth concubine was someone my father had redeemed from a brothel. She asked me how it felt to know she'd been a prostitute. Then, with a self-deprecating laugh, she said, "That's good. You shouldn't be so infatuated with me anymore. Hurry up and leave!

Don't let this rotten woman corrupt you."

Hearing this, I was filled with fervor! She blurted out, "So what if you're a prostitute? So what if you're ridden by a thousand men and pressed down by ten thousand (these are the words her third and fourth concubines used to insult her)? Don't say Father wants you, even if Father doesn't want you, I'll still want you! Who dares to say anything about you? If Father is here, I have nothing to say; if Father isn't here, I'm the one who calls the shots!" Fifth Concubine looked at me without saying anything, so I made conversation by asking her, "Are you feeling unwell? I'll go find a doctor for you." She smiled and said she wasn't feeling unwell anymore. Hearing me say that, her anger completely dissipated. She was already very happy that, besides Father, there were other people in the family who supported her.

She frowned and said, "It seems like I just twisted my ankle." (Three-inch high heels! She fell, and I was lucky that she didn't get seriously injured, just twisted her ankle!) But going to call a doctor during the New Year was bad luck, and people would start talking about it.

I volunteered, "I can! I can! I'll rub it for you." My fifth aunt looked at me and said, "Are you really sure you can? I think you're just trying to take advantage of your mother!" These words completely washed away my enthusiasm. I stood there, scratching my head. (To be honest, when I was little, the martial arts instructor in my family knew how to do bone-setting and such, and I actually learned a bit from him!) Now I couldn't clear my name no matter what I did. I was wronged!

Fifth Aunt saw me standing there dumbfounded and said, "Alright, I was just joking with you. My young master, if you know how, please take a look at my foot! It's really sore and painful! If it's really not good, we'll just have to wait until the fifteenth to see a doctor.

"

I felt like I'd been granted a pardon. My hands trembled as I picked up Fifth Aunt's foot, almost bending down to kiss it, but Fifth Aunt pulled her leg away and said, "What, do you even know how?" I took the opportunity to say, "Yes, I do! I'm just examining it carefully."

I focused my attention and looked at Fifth Aunt's leg. It was indeed a bit swollen. I first scratched along the tendon; it was a tendon injury, but the bone was fine. I told Fifth Aunt to wait for me, and I rushed back to my room to get a bottle of tiger bone wine. I rushed back, poured some wine into my palm, rubbed my hands together to warm them, and then slowly helped Fifth Aunt relax her ankle. Her foot was twisted and she had no strength, so I quickly helped her straighten the tendons.

Logically, I should have put her feet down, but when I glanced at Fifth Aunt, she was enjoying herself with her eyes closed! My lust was aroused, and I started to stroke her feet from her ankles down to her soles, which felt soft and boneless. When I touched the soles, Fifth Aunt stirred, opened her eyes, and asked what I was doing. I whispered to her, "Does your foot still hurt?" She moved her foot and said, "Hmm! I didn't expect you to know so much. It really doesn't hurt anymore, but why are you still massaging my feet?"

I hesitated for a moment, then mustered my courage and said, "Aunt, I beg you, I really want to touch your feet! Let me touch them! I promise I'll never bother you again!"

Fifth Aunt said, "I didn't realize you were so shameless! What's so great about touching a pair of stinky feet? They've been walking all day and they're filthy! If you want to touch them, go fetch some water and wash them clean for me before you touch them!" I felt like I'd fallen from grace! I didn't care about her shamelessness, I rushed into the room, fetched a basin of water, and squatted down by the bed to wash her feet. Her slender, white toes, each one like jade, her nails like delicate buds, I held them as if they were antiques. After washing her, I dried her with a silk towel, poured the water back out, and saw her pull her legs back onto the bed. I thought, "Oh no, I can't touch them anymore!

" My fifth aunt saw me standing there dumbfounded by the bed and asked, "You've washed them clean, you've touched them, what are you thinking about?" I mustered my courage and said, "Your aunt promised to let me touch them, I want to kiss your feet." She looked at me and considered for a moment, then said, "Alright!" She

sat up from the bed, stretched her feet out towards me, and said, "Do it quickly, or I can't bear the consequences if your mothers come back and see us."

I squatted down, held my aunt's feet to my nose and smelled them, sticking out my tongue and sucking each of her toes carefully, then licking along the soles and insteps, not missing either foot, sucking her toes until they were a deep, bright red.

Finally, she couldn't take it anymore, withdrew her foot, and said, "It's so uncomfortable, I won't let you lick it today, another day!" She kicked me out, and judging from her expression, she didn't seem to blame me at all.

I hurriedly ran back to my room, closed the door, smelled my hands, took out my masturbator, and alternately masturbated with both hands, smelling the fragrance of my fifth aunt's feet! As

I masturbated, I heard my fifth aunt's voice behind me. I turned around and saw my fifth aunt standing at my door with tiger bone wine in her hand. Hearing her voice and seeing her, my ejaculation was uncontrollable, and I ejaculated a long way, some of it landing on my fifth aunt's feet.

I saw my fifth aunt staring at me, and I was terrified. I quickly said, "Auntie, I didn't mean to, I didn't know you would come, and I didn't know I would spray you!" She smiled and walked over, reaching out to grab me. My penis, which was about to go limp after ejaculating, started to tremble again under her small hand.

She said, "Fine! You little brat, you touched your aunt's feet to use as a gun! Now that I've caught you, I'll settle

the score with your mother!" I said, "No! Good aunt, dear aunt, please forgive me this time!

"

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... Seeing her stern face, I had no choice but to agree.

She said, "Second, everyone will be asleep tonight. If you come to my room and someone finds out, you can die! If you don't dare to come, you can still die!" I thought to myself, the women in our room go to bed early, that's fine. At night, except for the maids, male servants are not allowed to enter the backyard. I nodded and said, "I'll go, I definitely will! And I won't let anyone know." What about the third? She let go of me, and "smack!" hit my stomach, making me jump.

She said, "The third? I'll tell you when you come tonight." After saying that, she put down the tiger bone wine, stretched out her foot that had been rubbed against my trouser leg, and gently wiped it off before turning around and leaving my room.

I was still hard, sitting in the chair, painfully hard, and I was just thinking of shooting again! But remembering my promise not to shoot, I could only slowly wait for it to soften. At dusk, my aunt and mother returned, and the noisy women's voices didn't quiet down until midnight.

In the dead of night, I sneaked towards Fifth Aunt's room. A small lamp shone from inside. I reached the door and knocked lightly. It wasn't locked; it opened with a touch. I was startled and quickly went inside, locking the door behind me. This time, I checked carefully to make sure the bolt was secure. The shooting incident this morning had been incredibly embarrassing; if someone were to see me at Fifth Aunt's place tonight, I'd be in deep trouble!

I went into the bedroom. The light I'd seen outside was actually a kerosene lamp lit on the table. I called softly towards the bed, "Fifth Aunt, Xiao Wei's here. What's your third one?" No response! I walked closer to the bed, lifted the mosquito net, and found the bed empty. I heard water running from the inner room and wondered if Aunt was taking a bath. What a stroke of luck! I quickly peeked out! Sure

enough, Fifth Aunt was soaking in a wooden tub, steam rising from it. Half of her body was submerged, the other half bobbing on the surface. Her chest was a dazzling expanse of white, making my eyes dazzle. I saw my fifth aunt's two white, lotus-root-like arms intertwined around her body. I swallowed hard and whispered, "Auntie, Xiao Wei's here. Would you like Xiao Wei to help you scrub your back?"

Only then did my fifth aunt notice me. She looked at me with seductive eyes and said, "You're still calling me auntie at a time like this? Why don't you go find your mother? Call me Xiao Lan! (Yes, I didn't even mention that my fifth aunt's name is Zhu Yulan.) What are you standing there for? You're already here, so hurry up and do it! A real man shouldn't be so coy like a woman." I practically rushed over, grabbed a silk scarf from the rack, and was about to help my fifth aunt scrub her back—well, I should say Xiao Lan! She pushed me away and said, "Go away! Go away! If you don't take your clothes off, they'll get wet. How are you going to go home tonight? What will people think if they find out tomorrow morning?"

I put down the scarf and stripped off my clothes as quickly as possible. Hehe! My clothes were already sticking out of my belly button and were still jiggling. Xiao Lan watched me undress and shifted her body to let me into the tub. I hurriedly stepped in, and she dodged to the side. In my haste, I vaguely heard a "thud"—my penis had hit Xiao Lan on the head.

I was embarrassed. What a coincidence! Xiao Lan rubbed her head and said, "You little brat! Your auntie is giving you a little leeway, and you dare to retaliate like that?" With that, she grabbed my penis and gave it a squeeze. Ouch! It hurt so much! I was standing, she was sitting, and with that force, she almost broke my penis. She'd used it as a pull-up bar!

I begged and pleaded until Xiao Lan finally let me off the hook. Sitting down, my body pressed against Xiao Lan's, I didn't know where to touch first—her big breasts? Or should I touch those ball-shaped ones? My eyes were spinning from looking up and down.

Xiaolan placed her two slender white hands on my chest and gently said, "The third thing is not to look down on me." Then tears streamed down her face.

I grabbed her hands from my chest, stared at her, and said, "I won't. No matter what you were like before, I will never look down on you." She pulled me to my feet and led me to the bedroom. We were naked together, without even drying off!

I held her in my arms on the bed, and she asked me, "Have you ever done this before?" I honestly told her, "No. Father is very strict. My stepmother and my mother both forbid me from doing this. I only learned about it by secretly reading 'Jin Ping Mei' in Father's study. There are only young maids in the house. I don't get along with the two maids of my third aunt. My mother and the others are like dumplings, and they're old and don't do anything, so the first time I saw her, I was completely smitten." She turned away from my arms and lay down, saying bitterly, "Come here, little Awei, your fifth aunt will teach you how to be a grown-up today. Those two sluts said I seduced you, and I'll teach you a lesson today." I quickly lay on top of her and said, "No! Xiaolan, you didn't seduce me. I wanted it myself. What can those two rotten women say? Father is gone, and I won't let them get away with it."

She didn't say anything, but pressed my head against her. Her breasts were as soft as cotton, large and white as snow, with dark nipples. I opened my mouth and took her entire nipple into my mouth, feeling the unevenness on both sides. I had no experience and wasn't sure if this was right, so I switched sides and continued sucking, experiencing the same uneven feeling.

After a while, I looked up at her; her breathing was a little rapid. She asked, "Have you ever seen this before?" I immediately moved downwards.

Beautiful! It was worlds apart from any erotic painting. Xiaolan's vulva was plump; touching it, the pubic hair was soft, shiny black, and shimmering under the oil lamp. In the middle was a slit, and two small labia protruded from it, like the tongue of a clam expelling water. I didn't know then that this was the finest vulva!

I brought my nose close; a faint, delicate fragrance filled the air. I stuck out my tongue and licked the slit. Ah! As my tongue traced the labia, they seemed to suck on it with a suction force.

Before long, Xiaolan's vagina opened like a clam, and I sucked out all the flesh in the middle. The outside was bulging and parted to the sides, and the fluid inside flowed out like honey. I kissed down Xiaolan's thighs, knees, calves, and then her soft, boneless feet, freely putting them into my mouth to taste them. Xiaolan made low moans.

I kissed up her other leg and then her breasts. By this time, the fluid flowing from Xiaolan's vagina had covered her rounded breasts. I stuck out my tongue and scraped some of it; it was sticky and sweet like honey.

Xiaolan pulled my hair, urging me to hurry up. I got up and started thrusting wildly. The fluid outside her vagina, after my thrusts, smeared all over her legs and belly. She glared at me, reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling me inside her. Finally, I was inside her, and I finally said goodbye to my fourteen-year virginity.

Covered tightly by Xiaolan, her legs wrapped around my waist, I thrust downwards, and she thrust upwards, her vagina like a mouth, sucking me in with every upward thrust; I pulled out, and she relaxed. With each thrust and pull, she sucked and released, and soon I couldn't hold back and ejaculated inside her.

I rolled over and lay beside her, panting. She sat up and brought her head to my chest. I was weak and couldn't stop her. Undeterred by the dirt, she licked my genitals clean, then put me in her mouth and sucked on my penis, her small tongue swirling around the tip. My penis immediately hardened. She squeezed it until it was hard enough, then straddled me, sitting down facing her, and began to move in circles on my body.

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I held her still, lowering my head to suckle her nipple, gently biting it with my teeth. She woke up and hugged me, and I began to thrust again, this time faster. I only went three times before she got up again, "Ah...ah..." This time she even called out "Brother."

I heard her cry out, "Brother...brother...it's so beautiful...brother...brother...please have mercy...no more...no more...keep your little sister...do it later!" Just as she was burning with desire, I ejaculated again, drenching her. She was scalded by my heat and also released her vaginal fluids. We both came at the same time.

When we came to our senses, Xiaolan hugged me and said, "Xiaowei, you're really amazing. You bullied me pretty badly just now." I was about to explain when her cherry lips blocked my mouth, her smooth tongue slipping into my mouth. I desperately sucked and licked her tongue, sweet saliva flowing into my mouth, my hands roaming restlessly over her body, grabbing her ample breasts with great affection.

Before long, my erection was back, ready to pounce, pressing against her belly. She looked down and exclaimed, "Oh my! You little devil, how did you get hard again? Are you some kind of lecherous devil reincarnated?"

I retorted, "You're one to talk! Without your body, I wouldn't be able to get hard!" I slapped Xiaolan's buttocks and said, "Good Xiaolan, my darling Xiaolan, let me off, let's have some more fun." She said, "Who's having fun! You're the only one having fun, you've already slapped me to pieces!" But she climbed off me, turned around, and shook her tail at me like a little white female dog from the front door, except she didn't have a tail.

I knelt up and slapped her hard, so hard that five fingers immediately appeared on her fair skin. She trembled and cried out, "Ah! Why are you so fierce?" I felt embarrassed and quickly leaned in to kiss her. She said something I couldn't believe: "You little rascal, hit me again! Who told you to stop? Hit me hard! If you can really make me feel good, I'll give you anything." With a "boom," my blood boiled, and I slapped her repeatedly. Her skin turned white and red from the slaps, and I heard her cry out, "Hit me...hit me...beat this slut who's been ridden by a thousand men and crushed by ten thousand...my...my...was born for you to...beat...ouch...beat me to pieces..."

"Ah!" A scream rang out, and she gushed out. Damn! She really is a slut! Just beating her would make her lose interest. But I haven't even done anything yet! So I piled her up (ha! She was as limp as a puddle of mud) and thrust into her.

After about ten thrusts, she started moaning again: "Ugh...ugh...oh...oh...oh...oh...I can't take it anymore...ugh...ugh...ugh...ugh...oh...oh...oh...oh...Oh my god...you're so strong...oh...oh...oh...it's making me feel so good...ugh...ugh...ugh...oh...oh...faster...faster...deeper...yes...yes...that's it...oh...oh my god...you're going to pierce me...ah...ah...ah..."

Her repeated thrusts made her weaker and weaker until she couldn't keep up with me anymore, pleading, "Darling, stop, I can't take it anymore..." I said to her, "Sweetheart, you're enjoying it, but mine isn't! I agree, but it doesn't!" Then I started thrusting hard again.

She said, "No! I'll really be fucked to death! Stop, come fuck my ass!" Wow! How could I disagree? I quickly pulled out. Xiaolan was kneeling on the bed, forcefully spreading her testicles apart with her small hands, revealing her tiny anus.

I positioned myself on her anus, took a breath, and thrust forward with all my might. Ha! It went in almost completely. I heard Xiaolan scream, "Gently! Gently! You poor thing! How could you do this? You didn't even wipe your saliva, oh dear! Now it's all ruined!" I didn't care about any of that, I just ignored her! I started thrusting in and out of her like a bellows, "Oh...oh...oh...uh...uh...woo...woo...faster...faster!" At the same time, she gripped me tightly, and with that grip, I shuddered and ejaculated inside her.

As dawn broke, I ran back to my room. Today was so great, but so tiring. I took off my shoes and collapsed onto the bed without even washing up, and slept until past noon. After getting up, because it was New Year's, there wasn't a single servant. I put on my shoes and went to the kitchen to find something to eat. The head chef was an old family member, and when he saw me, he immediately set out the food for me and even offered to heat up some soup. I stopped him and asked him to make me some dessert instead. After eating, I felt sticky all over! There were no servants in the house, so asking me to boil or fetch water was out of the question!

After thinking for a moment, I went to my mother's house. As soon as I entered, I called out, "Mother!" It turned out that my aunt was there too, and I felt embarrassed. After they interrogated me and found out why I had come, they laughed and said I was a typical brat (I explained that there were no servants there, I had washed with ice water the day before yesterday, but I hadn't washed yesterday, and today I was itchy all over and didn't want to wash with ice water again, so I came to my mother's to ask for hot water). My mother instructed her maid to arrange for water to be fetched for me, and I chatted with them.

My aunt was almost fifty, but she hadn't had any children, yet she looked about the same age as my mother; it was impossible to tell who was older. Thinking about Xiaolan's feet in my mouth yesterday, I couldn't help but glance at my mother's and the others' feet. They were beautiful, definitely three-inch golden lotuses! But they were all bound tightly, those damned embroidered shoes! (In our family, only my aunt and mother suffered from the torment of the old society; they had bound feet, as did a few of their older aunts who married into the family.) In the old society! Feet were like theirs; you couldn't look at them or touch them. The more I looked, the more uncomfortable I felt (my lower body was painfully swollen). I was so uncomfortable; my mother and aunt could tell I was itching terribly. My mother came over and gently scratched my back, saying, "Don't worry, don't worry, your Aunt Xiaoling went to boil some water for you. It'll be ready in a bit."

My aunt laughed and said, "You little rascal, even if you can wash now, where are your clothes? Are you going to wear these smelly clothes after you wash? Mother is right! This boy has never stayed here since he came to Hong Kong, and I really don't have any of his clothes! I'll ask someone to go get them for you!" I was

startled when I heard this. Didn't I have a copy of *Jin Ping Mei* in my room? If the servants told my aunt, my father would skin me alive! I jumped up hurriedly and said, "The water isn't boiled yet, I'll go back and get it myself!

" I ran away, and behind me I heard my mother and aunt laughing.

When I ran back into the room, I saw Xiaolan. I was startled. She said she was just wandering around bored and wandered in, and when she saw no one was around, she was about to leave! I said, "No one's here. I'm going to my mom's to take a bath. I didn't bring any clothes, I'll come back to get them!"

She hummed in agreement and said, "Then I'll go now." At the door, she turned back and whispered, "Come visit me more often when you have time." Then she left.

[The End]

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