Love Knows No Boundaries (Part Two)

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Author: I Don't Eat Onions
First published on March 10, 2018
After a day of internal struggle following what happened last night, Wanrong finally decided not to pursue the matter further
. She also wanted to apologize to the child tonight and had prepared a whole set of psychological counseling plans to
guide him and help him understand the physiological reactions of puberty correctly.
As for Aqiang, Wanrong felt she should apologize to him, and even thank him. In any case, Aqiang
was trying to prevent something bad from happening, and his peeping after entering was a normal male reaction. Although
Wanrong had stripped down to that extent, and no other man in the world besides her deceased husband
had ever seen her, in fact, none of her truly important parts were exposed.
On Saturday, she didn't have to work, so she didn't have to wear her police uniform. At 7:30 pm, Wanrong simply applied light makeup, wore a white
off-the-shoulder long sweater, light blue flared jeans, and her beloved high heels. Walking down the street
, no one would think she was over thirty.
In the taxi, the driver frequently glanced at the beautiful young woman in the rearview mirror. Wanrong didn't bother to say anything, and continued rehearsing
her lines for the ride.
But ten minutes later, as soon as she entered the dance studio courtyard, she knew all her rehearsals were in vain.
Besides the students, there were seven or eight parents in the courtyard, several elderly people sitting on the stairs,
weeping bitterly. Her classmate, the head of the dance school, was talking to some parents. And
Aqiang, sitting on his tricycle, smoking, glanced sideways. Sure enough, Aqiang saw Wanrong first. He winked at her, then 　　shook his head at her
with an extremely slight gesture .
Then the principal saw her and hurriedly waved, "Wanrong, you're finally here! Come quickly, come
quickly, explain the situation to Zhao Jiahao's relatives."
Wanrong felt something was wrong and quickly went over to ask, "What's wrong? What happened?"
"Hello! Teacher Li, I, I'm Zhao Jiahao's uncle. We want to ask, Jiahao, he... he
was practicing dancing here last night, did he do anything unusual?" The man who spoke was in his forties, and his emotions were clearly flustered.
Wanrong was hesitating whether to tell these people what happened yesterday when she saw Aqiang sitting on the tricycle
, staring at her fiercely, then gently shaking his head at her. Everyone in the courtyard was focused on Wanrong, so
no one noticed Aqiang's subtle movements.
Wanrong hesitated for a moment, pretending to think for a moment, "Nothing's wrong! Everything, everything's normal,
what's wrong? Did something happen to the child?"
"Sigh!" Jiahao's uncle sighed and shook his head, "The child jumped into the river last night and committed suicide. Someone
saw him and called the police, but it's too late."
"Ah! How, how could this happen, how could this happen!" Wanrong had this worry last night, and
seeing this situation today, she was already mentally prepared. Even so, when she heard the news with her own ears, she
almost collapsed to the ground.
Some of the parents then asked, "What time did you get home after school yesterday? Did you see the child on the way?"
"I, I, I didn't see him," Wanrong stammered.
"Then what time did you get home? Tell me!"
Wanrong was on the verge of collapse, stammering, and it seemed she couldn't continue. Ah Qiang jumped off the tricycle
. "I took Teacher Li home last night. She often buys fruit from me. I was going out anyway, so I
gave her a ride home. I got home before 11 pm. What's wrong, Teacher Li? It's none of your business."
Ah Qiang stubbed out his cigarette and continued, "Anyone can understand how you parents feel. I know you
want to know what's going on, but I think you should go to the school and ask if it's the school's problem. After all, the children
spend most of their time at school. These days, the children's academic burden is too heavy. They're so pitiful. The Education
Bureau keeps ordering that there shouldn't be too much homework, and they keep talking about reducing the burden, but it's all just bullshit. Not
a single school is doing it. They're all pushing their children so hard they can't even lift their heads, all for the sake of their school's reputation. Sigh! It
's so pitiful!"
Ah Qiang's indignant words immediately shifted the blame to the school, and most of the other family members
nodded in agreement.
"Yes! That must be it. My son has been doing homework until 1 a.m. every day lately."
"Right, right, my daughter too. She's said she can't take it anymore several times."
"Come on, let's go to the school and demand an explanation. If that doesn't work, we'll go to the education bureau and the city government to sue them
. We have to get an explanation."
Actually, this kind of thing is not uncommon now. It happens every year, in every city. When
something like this happens, the person is gone and cannot be brought back to life. As parents, they are devastated and even contemplate suicide. They generally won't
come forward to handle things. Relatives and friends help with the funeral arrangements. Although the child committed suicide, finding a responsible
unit and getting some compensation is the only thing they can do.
The family members left in twos and threes, going home to look for evidence of too much homework, discussing how to shift the responsibility
to the school, how to negotiate with the school, and how much compensation to ask for. Wanrong also came to her senses at this moment and saw
that Aqiang had returned to the rented house opposite the classroom.
At this moment, Wanrong's classmate, who was also the principal of Boya School, walked over and patted Wanrong on the shoulder, comforting her,
"It's alright, this child has only been here for one day, what does it have to do with us? Besides, we have a formal contract,
we are not responsible for her safety on the way, don't think too much about it. It's already this late, no classes today, starting tomorrow and
ending on Friday, manage your class time well. I have something to do, I'll go first, bye!"
So much time had been wasted, classes were ruined, and everyone had gradually left. But Wanrong was still terrified.
If it weren't for Aqiang constantly giving her meaningful glances and smoothing things over, she probably would have already
told the whole story of what happened last night.
Now, calming down and thinking about the consequences, she felt a wave of fear again. Imagine if Zhao Jiahao's family knew the truth,
she would definitely be the culprit, unable to escape blame. Boya School and she losing money was a small matter, but a life lost would definitely cause a huge
uproar, and the bureau would definitely find out. As a serving police officer, secretly doing something...
A side job might be dealt with by punishment and education, but causing a death due to a violation of regulations, especially
something so shameful, would certainly be a media sensation. To appease the public, she would inevitably be dismissed from her post,
all her hard work of over a decade would be wasted, and her husband had gambled away everything. How could she support her two daughters
' education?
Thinking of this, Wanrong felt even more grateful to Aqiang, who had helped her through the crisis earlier. "Where is he? I saw
him go back to his room, and he hasn't come out since." Wanrong found the room with fruit boxes piled up outside and gently
knocked on the door. "Is anyone home? Aqiang, are you there?"
"Yes, the door isn't locked, come in!"
Wanrong pushed open the door and looked around the small room, about eight or nine square meters, with a bed, a table,
a television, and a cabinet next to the bed. The furnishings were similar to most rental apartments in urban villages. Wanrong saw Aqiang
smoking on the bed, not even getting up. "Aqiang, thank you for today!"
"Hmph, thank me for what? I did something wicked today and I'm reflecting on it!" Aqiang continued talking while still lying on the bed
, showing no intention of getting up.
Wanrong felt it was impolite for him to talk while lying on the bed, and she sensed something in his words. "What do you
mean by that?"
This time, Aqiang suddenly sat up in bed. "What do I mean? Don't you know?
It's not easy for a couple to raise a child, sixteen years! Tell me, how bad could a child that big be? Wasn't it you who killed him?
When you taught him to dance, the kid had never seen such a beautiful female teacher before. He must have been infatuated with your swaying breasts
. Even if he shouldn't have done it later, it was because of you." "My body seduced him first, and I couldn't help but want to look.
Besides, he's such a big boy in his adolescence. Did he touch you? Or did he rape you? The kid was touching
his own penis. What right did you have to slap him and threaten him by saying you'd tell his parents, how could he dare go
home? You're the one who drove that kid to his death, it's all your fault, humph!"
A-Qiang's accusations, interspersed with words like "big breasts" and "penis," left Wanrong speechless
. "You were helping me just now, and now you're cursing me."
"Yes! I was helping you just now, but now I regret it and feel sorry for that family."
Wanrong had thought the matter was over and had just breathed a sigh of relief. After calmly considering the
unacceptable consequences, she couldn't accept being fired from the police station. At this moment, she just wanted to settle things peacefully. She had no choice but
to soften her tone. "I know I went a bit too far. I was even planning to thank you for your help last night! Who
knew it would turn out like this? He's already dead, and there's nothing I can do about it now. Can we just let this go, okay,
Qiang?"
"Huh? What did you say?" Qiang asked excitedly.
"I said, can we just let this go, okay?" Wanrong asked cautiously.
"Not that sentence, what was the sentence before that?"
Wanrong didn't know which sentence he was asking about, so she recalled what she had just said. "Um, before that, I
said I also regretted it."
"No, no, I don't care whether you regret it or not, go back to the beginning."
"Go back to the beginning, let me think, oh, I said I wanted to thank you today!"
Aqiang seemed to have found gold, and sat down on the edge of the bed. "That's right, that's the sentence. So, Officer Li
, how are you going to thank me? Including helping you out of trouble today, how are you going to thank me?"
When Wanrong said thank you, she really just wanted to say "thank you," but judging from Aqiang's tone
and his excited appearance, it seemed like he needed something else.
"How can I thank you? How about I treat you to dinner? What would you like to eat?"
A-Qiang shook his head, "No, I'm not hungry."
"Then how about I give you some money?" Giving money was the most direct way Wanrong could think of to thank him
, but A-Qiang shook his head again, "No, I don't care."
Wanrong really couldn't guess what he wanted, "Then tell me, I can't guess."
"Officer Li, I don't want anything, I just want to ask you for a favor."
When Wanrong heard "favor," she knew it all too well. Every day, people asked her for favors, usually for things like handling household registration or
transferring household registration. For her, the head of the household registration section of the Public Security Bureau, this kind of thing was indeed not a
difficult task. Wanrong was finally relieved. "Tell me, what can I do? I can do it, no problem at all."
Aqiang seemed even more excited, moving a little closer to Wanrong, a distance that made her
a little uncomfortable. "You can definitely do it, as long as you're willing."
"Okay, tell me."
"Officer Li, take a look at this first." Aqiang said, handing Wanrong a photograph.
The photograph confused Wanrong even more. It showed a dark-skinned, plump rural woman, about thirty years old
, carrying a hoe and standing by the highway. On the other side of the road was a village.
"Why are you showing me this photo? Didn't you ask me for help?"
Aqiang chuckled. "Officer Li, this is my wife. What do you think of her?"
Wanrong covered her mouth and laughed. The woman in the photo was really ugly, but she couldn't say it directly. "Your wife,
well, she's pretty good. Plump, dark-skinned, and looks very healthy!" That was all she could say.
Ah Qiang, however, was unimpressed. "Alright, ugly is ugly. I'm not blind. After I came to the city, I saw city
women and thought they were even uglier. Then I saw Officer Li, and I thought she was completely unrecognizable!"
Wan Rong felt quite pleased to hear him praising her, but she still didn't understand what Ah Qiang wanted her help with.
Just as she was about to ask again, Ah Qiang suddenly became very excited. "Officer Li, I've been thinking that a woman like you and
a woman like my wife are worlds apart. Since they're so different, your genitals can't possibly
look the same as my wife's. I really want to see them. Please help me, okay?"
Wan Rong was stunned, not understanding what he was saying.
"What did you say? What genitals? What do you want to see?"
Ah Qiang took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and said, "I want to see your cunt."
"You...you pervert!" Wan Rong cursed.
"So what if you're a rogue? I don't care. I just glanced at you, and you won't lose anything. Just one glance is enough for me
."
Wanrong was furious and wanted to slam the door and leave, but then she heard Aqiang shout, "If you don't show me, I'll go to the police station
and report you for killing that child. I mean it!"
Wanrong's chest heaved with anger, but she could tell that this simpleton was telling the truth;
it was entirely possible for someone like him to go to the police station and spout nonsense. After calming herself down, she turned back to him to discuss it.
But no matter what she did—softening her words, threatening, or pleading—he remained unmoved.
"Aqiang, please, there's nothing to see there! All women's...that place looks the same."
"Same or not, I'll only believe it if I see it," Aqiang said dismissively.
Wanrong was at her wit's end. She steeled herself and said, "How about this? I'll strip down to what I was wearing yesterday, so you can see
me, okay? Please!"
"Officer Li, I've never seen such a beautiful woman as you. I
can't sleep at night because you're always on my mind. That boy yesterday lost his life trying to peep at you changing. I'm telling you
, I'm going to do the same. Even if it kills me, I'll see you." Aqiang was resolute,
his expression one of utter defiance.
Hearing his words, Wanrong felt a chill in her heart, knowing that saying anything more would be futile. Instead, she felt a strange
sense of satisfaction, thinking, "Yes, a boy risked his life just to see my body, and this
man says the same thing. It's just a place to pee! You can't take it away after you see it. So be it, consider it
God's punishment." Wanrong finally gave in to this simpleton, walking up to Aqiang. "You promise, I'll just
look, I won't do anything else."
Aqiang's eyes lit up, raising his hands as if to swear. "I promise, as long as Officer Li
agrees to my request this time, I'll only look at the cunt, I won't fuck it."
Wanrong almost fainted from anger. "Alright, alright, stop talking, your mouth is filthy." Wanrong only
thought his words were vulgar and didn't notice the hidden meaning in his words.
"Okay, okay, I won't say anything." He then stared wide-eyed at Wanrong's crotch, imagining what lay inside
.
Now that the words were out, there was no going back. Although Wanrong was angry, the thought that her body
had caused the death of an innocent child made the current situation seem like a punishment. She had done
wrong and should face the consequences. Besides, she was married and widowed, and her child was already quite grown up, not a little girl.
Taking it off, looking at it, and then putting it back on wouldn't be a big deal, right?
Wanrong sighed, inwardly cursing, "You pervert!" Then she unbuttoned her jeans, unzipped
them, and her white lace panties were already showing. Because of her slim waist and round, pert buttocks, she
had to hold the sides of the pants with both hands and twist her large buttocks a few times before she could barely pull them off. Carefully draping the pants over the headboard, she paused for a
moment, wanting to beg Aqiang if she could leave the panties behind, just to look at them.
Before she could even open her mouth, she saw Ah Qiang's greedy, lustful eyes widen. At this moment, even if someone hit
him with a brick, he wouldn't turn around to look. Saying anything would be a waste of breath. "You're getting off easy, you filthy scoundrel!"
Wanrong closed her eyes and pulled her white panties down to her knees in one swift motion, instinctively covering her pubic hair with her hand
.
Ah Qiang had just caught a glimpse of a tuft of dark, shiny pubic hair when it was shyly covered again by her delicate hand. He was so anxious that he tried to pry Wanrong
's hand away, but she recoiled in fright. "What are you doing? Don't touch me! Stay away from me!"
"Then why are you covering it? Get your hand away so I can see clearly."
"You...you scoundrel!" Then she realized that what she was doing now didn't align with her earlier promise.
He simply tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and put his hands behind his back. "Look! Hurry up, I'll put my pants on after you're done watching." 　　The
woman in front of A-Qiang, Wanrong, was shyly tilting her head. She wore a white sweater that only revealed her shoulders, but her lower body was completely naked; her underwear had fallen to near her ankles. Her legs were straight, fleshy, fair, and rounded. A tuft of dark, shiny pubic hair formed an inverted triangle 　　, perfectly covering her private parts, thick and slightly curled. 　　"So beautiful, so beautiful! How come your pubic hair is so neat? Not a single hair where it shouldn't be, 　　and it's so thick and shiny in the middle," A-Qiang commented, admiring her. 　　Wanrong trembled with anger at this guy. "Have you said enough? Fine, I'll look, but how can you comment like that 　　? Where is it?" 　　After a while, seeing that he was no longer speaking, Wanrong looked down and found that Aqiang had squatted down between her legs, 　　sniffing her lower abdomen. "You... that's enough! You're still sniffing? I won't let you smell." 　　Aqiang looked up at Wanrong with a lewd grin. "Hehe, that's enough, that's enough, don't be angry. Okay, now lie down 　　on the bed, spread your legs, and let me see inside your pussy, and that'll be it." 　　"You... said... what?" Wanrong couldn't believe her ears. She understood "look" as just that, that 　　would be enough to see. She never imagined that she would have to spread her legs and let him see. This was completely unacceptable. 　　"I said, we've seen the outside, now it's time to see the inside. Keep your legs closed, I can't see." 　　"No, I don't want to, this is too much!" 　　"We agreed it was to see her pussy. If you don't let me see, then what we saw before doesn't count. You've broken 　　the agreement." 　　Hearing him say this, Wanrong was filled with regret. Putting her pants on wasn't an option, but doing as he said 　　was impossible. The more she thought about it, the more lost she became. "Waaah...waaah...you're too much...waaah..." 　　Wanrong cried in desperation. Now, with her bare white buttocks exposed, she didn't care about covering her private parts, just 　　standing there crying. Anyone would soften at the sight of her like this, and A-Qiang was no exception. "Alright, alright, who 　　made me soften? Let's each take a step back. You just need to spread your legs, not completely, just let me see the slit in your pubic hair. It'll only take 　　a few seconds. Stop crying, hurry up!" 　　Wanrong thought to herself that crying wouldn't solve her current situation. If she was straightforward like he said, 　　it would only take a few seconds. If things remained like this, he might come up with some other bad idea. 　　"Okay, you keep your word, I won't look inside." 　　After seeing A-Qiang nod, Wanrong sat on the bed with her bare white buttocks exposed, slightly spreading her legs. 　　"I can't see, it's pressed down underneath!" 　　Wanrong spread her legs a little more, because since she was sitting upright on the bed, she couldn't see how 　　much of her pubic area was exposed.

"Still can't see? Sit down and put your feet on the edge of the bed, that should do it," Ah-Qiang suggested
.
Wan-Rong, already in this state, only wanted it to end quickly, so she obediently took off her shoes and placed her feet on
the edge of the bed.
Ah-Qiang finally saw it; a tender cleft beneath Wan-Rong's pubic hair was finally revealed. Because her
legs were spread apart, the fleshy vulva was a very light color. Slightly pulled apart, the labia minora peeked out from inside, and further
down, a glistening moisture was visible within the tender flesh.
"Ah-Qiang, hey! Can you see it now? Hey! Is it okay now? Hey, hey, say something!" Wan-Rong blushed
, seeing Ah-Qiang staring intently at her crotch, knowing he had seen everything.
He wouldn't respond when she called, and she was about to push his head away in anger.
Just then, Ah-Qiang looked up and gave her a sinister smile, and a bad premonition immediately welled up in her heart.
"Yes! How could I be so stupid? How could a man just look in this situation?"
"What do you want to do? No, ah."
Suddenly, A-Qiang grabbed her thighs with both hands, pushed her onto the bed, and then pressed her legs into an M shape,
raising her buttocks high. This way, not only her vagina, but even her anus deep in her cleft was clearly visible.
"You, let go, let me go, waah, you're going too far, waah, don't be impulsive, waah, let me go, please
, you said you'd only look, you broke your promise." Wan-Rong was at a loss and cried out.
"Don't worry, I'm not raping you. This way it's even clearer, such a beautiful cunt, I can even see your anus, hahaha
!" A-Qiang said while admiring the beauty's two holes.
Wan-Rong knew that in this position, she was completely exposed, her legs spread wide, her buttocks raised high
, everything was visible, those places. Not to mention her husband, even she herself had never had the chance to see like this.
But when she heard A-Qiang say he wouldn't rape her, she was a little relieved. She suddenly felt a warm, wet sensation in her honeypot.
A-Qiang pressed down on her legs, burying his face between them, kissing and licking, his tongue plunging deep into her honeypot,
stirring and probing, making "slurp, slurp" sounds.
This came too suddenly; Wanrong was caught off guard. Her honeypot hadn't been touched by anything for years
, and she shuddered instantly. Just as she was about to resist, A-Qiang's mouth sucked hard on her labia, making her weak all over.
"Ah! You, how can you, with your mouth, ah, don't lick inside, get away, ah!"
A-Qiang was enjoying himself immensely, paying no attention to her cries. After sucking for a while, he continued licking. The faint,
musky scent of Wanrong's honeypot excited him immensely, so he stretched his tongue out as far as possible, exploring as much as possible inside. When he got tired, he
lifted his head to observe the wet, beautiful honeypot up close, and then continued licking. After several minutes of this
, A-Qiang noticed that the fluid inside Wanrong's vagina was increasing, flowing down to her brown anus and
soaking her chrysanthemum. Wanrong's struggles lessened, her eyes became hazy, and her cries turned into rhythmic
moans.
"Mmm, mmm! Ah, no more, mmm, no more."
"No what? I see you're enjoying it. Look, your vagina is full of fluid, the sheets are covered in
your juices, haha! Still saying no? I'm going to do it this time, haha, I'll make you cum!"
A-Qiang knew the woman was aroused. He licked her frantically for a while longer, easily finding Wanrong
's clitoris with his tongue; the little red bean was already erect with excitement. A-Qiang first sucked hard, then teased it quickly,
occasionally biting it lightly with his teeth, repeating this for several more minutes.
Wanrong had never experienced such stimulation before. Her body trembled uncontrollably with pleasure, her mind almost unable to think, and her cries
grew louder. "Ah, ah, stop, ah, don't lick me there, ah, no, stop it, I, I,
want, ah, no, stop, stop."
An unprecedented tingling sensation spread from her lower body, rushing straight to her brain. Her body
trembled violently as Wanrong climaxed and experienced her first squirting. After the first gush of fluid gushed from her vagina, she
couldn't stop. "Ah! Ah!" Ah! Ah!"
Aqiang couldn't dodge in time and was hit on the cheek by the gushing fluid, which made him quickly move away. "My god! What's going on?
Wow, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine!" Aqiang watched with great interest as Wanrong, who was in an M-shape on the bed,
her beautiful vagina wide open, squirting vigorously. He counted each time she gushed, a total of nine times.
Wanrong had never experienced such an orgasm before. After the extreme excitement, shyness, and shock, she
was so overwhelmed by pleasure that her head lolled to the side and she fainted.
This post-orgasmic drowsiness was very short-lived. Two minutes later, Wanrong slowly opened her beautiful eyes and
realized that her thighs were still in the position she had just been in when she orgasmed, her vulva wide open. Her buttocks and thighs were covered in
her own vaginal fluids, feeling cool and refreshing.
"Click, click," came the sound of a phone camera.
This sound immediately snapped Wanrong back to reality. She squeezed her legs together, but it was too late. Aqiang was already
scrolling through his phone's photo album, looking at his masterpiece.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, so beautiful! I didn't expect you to be such a sensitive woman. The photos are so beautiful."
Wanrong was now truly panicked. She pulled the sheet from the bed to cover the mess of her lower body. "Why did you take these photos?
Delete them right now, do you hear me?"
"I won't delete them. I'll keep them to look at tonight, whenever I want." Aqiang completely ignored
her.
"You've gone too far, you pervert! You've already seen it all, and even... with your mouth! I won't pursue this further, please just
delete the photos! Okay?" Wanrong pleaded, knowing how shameful these photos were. If they got
out, she'd never be able to live again.
Aqiang pretended not to understand, saying, "That's strange. You yourself said I've seen it all, even licked
it. You were so happy, what's a few photos? It's not like I haven't seen what your cunt looks like.
Why are you so nervous?"
Wanrong, annoyed by his feigned ignorance, blurted out, "Of course it's different! Seeing it in person meant only you
could see it. With these photos, anyone can see it. If you post them online, how am I supposed to live? Please delete them!
I beg you!"
Aqiang grinned, "Hahaha, so that's how it is. Officer Li only wanted me to see it."
"I don't want anyone to see this, great, I'm so happy!"
"You,
that's not what I meant." "Then what did you mean? I heard you perfectly clearly, but don't worry, these photos are just
for me to see, I'll never let anyone see them." After saying that, A-Qiang continued to look at the photos.
"Thank goodness I just got a new phone, haha! 28 megapixels is so clear." He then zoomed in on
the photos with two fingers.
"Waaah, you lied to me, I'm doomed, I don't want to live anymore, waaaah."
"Oh, why are you crying again? You didn't cry when you were being stared at earlier, but now I'm just looking at some photos,
why are you crying? Why don't you want to live anymore? Don't cry, don't cry, I won't look at them now, I'll look at them tonight."
A-Qiang said, putting his phone away.
"Waaah, waaaah." Hearing him say that, the crying became even louder.
Ah Qiang was flustered and sat down next to Wan Rong, putting his arm around her trembling shoulders. "Alright, alright
, I've softened again."
Wan Rong was suddenly embraced and was about to struggle, but Ah Qiang's words seemed to imply compromise. Afraid
that breaking free now would upset this fool, and besides, she had no secrets from this man, she decided to let him
hold her.
"Please, delete the photos! I already agreed to let you see them, and you've already bullied me like this...
delete them, okay?" Wan Rong was very sensible at this moment, using her beauty to seduce Ah Qiang, her voice gentle and soothing
.
The man was clearly very pleased, taking advantage of the situation, pulling Wan Rong closer to his chest, feeling the intoxicating fragrance of her hair, and finding it hard
to resist. He took another deep sniff of her beautiful hair. "Alright! It's the off-season for farming now, so I'm doing some small business
. I'll have to go back to my hometown to farm sooner or later. I was planning to keep these photos so I could look at them when I miss you. Since
you're crying like this, I'll agree."
"Really? Okay, then delete them now. What about my phone?" Wanrong saw that the man had softened and fallen for her trick, so she wanted to strike while
the iron was hot to prevent him from changing his mind again.
"I won't delete them now!"
"Then when will you delete them? You can't go back
on your word!" Wanrong said urgently. Aqiang thought for a moment and said, "How about this? I heard from the principal today that you still have to teach for a week. Since
you come to teach the children to dance every day, just stop by my place after class every day, like today, so I can see them.
Before deleting the photos, I want to engrave your face, your body, in my mind, remember it for the rest of my life,
until I die. Before that, I can't bear to delete them, afraid I'll forget."
"You, you..." Wanrong was so angry she was speechless.
"I, what do you mean 'I'? I won't delete it unless you agree," A-Qiang said firmly.

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