【A Dream Without a Trace】(30-31) Author: xiaoyaoii

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Chapter 30 Untitled

The highest good is like water, flowing with goodness; life is like water, going with the flow. Things always have to be faced. Xiaoli and I are
now completely like bickering lovers. Every time we meet, something goes wrong, we torment each other
, but it only deepens our feelings for each other.

Now, the two of us sitting on the ground are kissing each other passionately, almost frantically. From sitting
to lying down to rolling around, neither of us cares about the dust on the ground; we just want to hold onto this
moment of tenderness. But eventually, it all has to end. As we slowly parted from each other's lips, we both felt
even more inseparable.

Looking at each other's dusty faces, we both burst into laughter—a completely heartfelt
laugh overflowing with happiness. Xiao Li rested on me for a few more minutes, then started to move her little hands downwards,
touching my penis. I asked, "What are you doing now?" She smiled and said, "He bit me too hard just now, I'm just comforting him.
" I quickly grabbed her little hands back. "This isn't comforting, it's torture! He's still in pain. "

Xiao Li sat up with a mischievous grin, pulled me up too, and started cleaning the dust off me.
"Cough cough cough, you big bad guy, you've turned into a ball of dirt! How come there's so much dust?" Xiao Li coughed,
choking on the dust, but continued cleaning. After a while, feeling it was almost done, she nodded in satisfaction. I
pinched her little bottom. "Look at yourself, and you're criticizing me!" I pulled her close, took off my
shirt , and started wiping the dirt off her skin. "Old man, I just cleaned you up, and you've gotten it dirty again."
"It's clean enough, my little darling. I don't want anyone to see you like this, thinking I
dug you out of a pile of dirt." Slowly, I cleaned off all the dirt I could, but when my
hand moved to wipe her inner thighs, I noticed her clothes were a little damp. "She's secreting way
too much " I thought, lost in thought. She turned around and saw me staring blankly, asking what was wrong. I said, "Why are my clothes wet
?" The girl blushed immediately. She hit me a few times, saying, "It's all my fault, you old pervert!" I quickly asked what
happened, but she wouldn't say. After much pleading, she finally told me.

While I was frantically holding her head still, the rapid thrusting gave her a sudden sensation—
I wasn't sure if it was pleasure—but her vaginal discharge suddenly increased significantly, and her urethra started leaking fluid.
She hadn't been urinating, but some still came out; she couldn't control it, and it flowed down
her thighs .

I quickly touched Xiaoli's vulva, and sure enough, it was wet again. Because it was very dark in her house, the
surrounding lights were dim, and I couldn't see clearly. I only felt the wetness when I touched it with my hand. After touching it for a while, I
felt the shape of Xiaoli's vulva and started stroking it along that shape. This was completely unconscious; now
, it seems like whenever I touch her vulva, I want to keep touching it.

Xiaoli felt my hand stroking her vulva again, and at first, she made a few "hmm" sounds, but then, as if suddenly
waking up ; otherwise, I
don't know when I would have been able to appease her. Xiaoli suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed me, telling me to hold on, that she couldn't give in now
. Hearing Xiaoli's words, I smiled sheepishly. Why am I so weak
-willed ? It's unavoidable. I moved my body a bit, feeling fine, and put on
my shirt. Then I looked at Xiaoli. "How are you going to get home in these clothes? Do you want to go upstairs and change?" Xiaoli was clearly
taken aback . She looked at me, bit her lip, and thought for a long time. "No, I'll take a taxi home. No one will see me.
Otherwise, once I get to your house, I won't be able to leave. I want to stay by your side so much." Hearing Xiaoli say
such things now made me feel relieved. The girl can finally think normally and has started to learn to be tolerant. This made
me very happy, but also very reluctant.

I glanced back at the battlefield. Sigh, it seems like wherever Xiaoli is,
a fight . I really need to be more careful in the future. Xiaoli heard me sigh and asked what I was thinking. I told her my thoughts,
and she hugged me tightly. "It's all your fault, you bad guy! I can't resist you, you big bad guy!"

The fleeting tenderness was ultimately short-lived. Without much lingering affection, we faced reality again. Xiaoli
opened the door and glanced back. I couldn't see her expression, but I knew she must have many feelings on her mind.
After a crisp sound of the door closing, the girl and I came out together. Downstairs, we were both reluctant to part.
Because of the streetlights, I saw that Xiaoli's genitals were quite wet. Last time it was just a small patch, but now it was
much larger. She was still a little awkward walking, not daring to close her legs. It must have been the recent encounter that made her genitals
engorged and swollen again.

We walked quietly side by side. The night was so still. After only a few steps, I quickly walked ahead,
squatted down and looked back at Xiaoli. "Mount up, girl, let's whip the horse!" "Ah, okay, today I'm going to slowly
whip you, you old lecher!" When Xiaoli saw my actions, she was clearly very happy. This was a small
surprise. I couldn't give her anything, but I was quite good at these little surprises, even though I hadn't used them in years.
The little girl didn't hold back. She took a running start and leaped, landing heavily on my back with a thud. I
almost fell flat on my face, but thankfully, I was prepared. Little Li, lying there, beamed with joy
, rubbing her face against mine. Feeling her boneless body, that familiar scent and warmth, my previously
exhausted body was instantly filled with energy. "Sit tight, my little princess, Old Ma's about to soar
to the sky !" Hearing Little Li's clear, crisp laughter, I felt like everything around me didn't matter anymore. "Old man
, you're so kind. How dare you carry me on your back today? Aren't you afraid someone will see?" "What's there to be afraid of? We've already done it,
what's the point of living if I'm still worried?" I couldn't back down verbally. I was indeed no longer afraid, but actually, I was still a little
flustered. But it didn't matter. After taking a couple of steps, I suddenly remembered something. "Girl, I ejaculated
inside you yesterday, will everything be alright?" "What's wrong? If I get pregnant, and it's yours, you won't admit it?"
"No, it's not that. It's for Xiao Song's sake. You have to have his baby first." I said, feeling...
Something wasn't right. I turned to look at Xiaoli, thankfully nothing was wrong; judging from her expression, she seemed perfectly normal. A man's
anger might lead him to a fall for a woman; how many men can't resist the allure of tenderness? Perhaps it's desire, but I believe most
are
driven by mutual affection. Xiaoli, while not exactly a beauty capable of captivating a nation, had already shattered all my defenses with a single kick. I could only offer futile resistance from time to time, but ultimately, I succumbed. Frankly,
in today 's society, many so-called beauties choose shortcuts, at the very least
marrying someone with a car and a house to have children. This way, at least they have a stable place. This doesn't mean women are selfish. If a man can't even provide
a home of their own for the woman he loves, then he has nothing to complain about. Women are born
maternal; they need a stable place to give birth normally. Having children is a priority, so I believe
that most girls' choices are rational and not driven by ulterior motives; they simply want stability.
Of course, there are exceptions, and Xiaoli is one of them. She chose to work hard with Xiaosong instead of
pursuing relatively wealthy suitors, which shows that she is quite idealistic. Perhaps it was because of
the conflict between idealism and reality that she felt she couldn't handle it anymore, and that's when I appeared.
Maybe that's why I was able to easily enter Xiaoli's heart and her life. Therefore, to prevent
Xiaoli from being hurt in any way, I must tell her the reality she needs to face as soon as possible. It may affect her
mood temporarily, but at least it will prepare her. "Of course, I have to give my husband a baby.
It was a complete accident with you, otherwise I feel like I'd let him down," Xiaoli said softly, her emotions seemingly unchanged. "What about
yesterday " "Don't worry, old man, since I dared to let you leave your thing inside me, I definitely have
a way to prevent it from turning into a baby." Xiaoli gently bit my earlobe with her lips. "Okay, whatever you say." I felt
Xiaoli's small teeth, looked up, and continued walking. Things had already come to this point; there was no need to waste any more
time .

We chatted as we walked. When we reached the entrance of the residential area, the security guard saw me carrying Xiaoli and paused for a moment before
quickly opening the gate for me. "Uncle, going out so late?" "Yes, this girl isn't feeling well inside. I'm finding her
a car to go home." "Oh, Uncle, there aren't many cars around now. Take care of yourself," I replied,
carrying Xiaoli smoothly out of the residential area. The security guard glanced at me curiously a few times, but then stopped looking.

After walking for a few minutes, Xiaoli suddenly asked, "Why is the security guard staring at you?"
The girl, swinging her legs, started asking questions again. Her questions were always so direct. Sometimes I wondered if she
was too naive, but when I thought back to what had happened before, that thought was dismissed. She was just a very rational
and direct person. "Don't you realize where I put my hands? How could he not look?" From the beginning, I
had been supporting Xiaoli's buttocks with both hands to prevent others from seeing her wet genitals, but this girl was
a little slow to react today. She wiggled her buttocks and only just realized what was happening.

"Hehe, they all think you're a pervert, huh?" I carried Xiaoli like that and continued walking for more than ten minutes. Finally,
a taxi came. Xiaoli flagged it down. After putting Xiaoli down, I looked at the driver warily. It
was a female driver. I was relieved. If a man were driving late at night and saw Xiaoli like
this , it would inevitably create a bad impression. I was afraid something might go wrong. I walked to the driver's side of the car,
took out a hundred yuan from my pocket, and handed it to the driver through the open window. "This girl isn't feeling well today. Could you
take a shortcut? This money is all yours, no need to use the meter." The driver looked at it, took it, and said, "Uncle, do
n't worry, I won't take a longer route. I'm in a hurry to get home, so the meter has to be used. Don't
worry about hard work. "It's no trouble at all, young lady, get in." Xiao Li looked at me, opened
the passenger door, then turned back and ran over to hug me tightly, and then kissed me. It was just
a fleeting glance. "Old man, you're starting to bribe me with money, huh? You'd better
watch
out. Go back, get some sleep, you'll miss me." "You little brat, acting silly again, aren't you afraid the driver will laugh at you?" "No, right, big sister?" The driver, clearly experienced, wasn't curious and smiled. "I won't laugh. Let's go, get in.
" Xiao Li turned and got into the car. The car slowly started moving. Xiao Li closed the door
and opened the window. "You'll miss me, otherwise, you'd better watch out." She waved at me, holding the photo she'd just taken, and
slowly walked away.

Chapter Thirty-One: Family .

No one can be immersed in lust all day. Even if you can do that every day, ultimately,
you still need the support of love. Men's release is very simple, unlike women, who can do it multiple times without
getting hurt. Friendship, love, family—three of the simplest yet most difficult-to-understand words—directly
explain their interdependent relationship, progressing step by step.

Therefore, survival can never ignore these three simple words. The ambiguity of being "almost lovers" is the most torturous,
yet also the most enjoyable. So, my meeting, getting to know Xiaoli, and falling in love, though very accidental,
was by no means unimaginable. Xiaoli's words this morning touched me deeply. Regardless of whether you
've abandoned family for love, in the end, those who truly support you and help you get back on your feet are definitely your family.

While pondering some issues I had to face, I walked slowly and finally returned home.
Looking at my dusty body, I found it both funny and enjoyable. How could I still have such passion at my age
? It's truly inexplicable.

I grabbed some clean clothes and went to the bathroom to wash off the dust, but the more I washed
, the clearer the memories became. In that completely unimaginable space, I couldn't resist again and
had sex with Xiaoli. I can only say I'm incredibly lucky. "Hiss..." I gasped. When the water hit Lao Qiang and his inner
thighs , I felt a burning sensation. I quickly looked down. My legs didn't bother me; I
was used to being pinched, and a couple of bruises wouldn't make a difference. But this was Lao Qiang's first time experiencing something like this.
Although he survived, I'd been so worried about Xiao Li that I
hadn't had time to pay attention to my own pain. As long as I could be with her, my own physical pain
didn't to matter.

I looked down and lifted what Xiao Li called the limp thing; it had a ring of red marks. I carefully rinsed it with warm water...
The scar was very noticeable. Thinking of Xiaoli's expression and actions sent a chill down my spine;
it genuinely frightened me. Every time this girl comes, she leaves me a souvenir. I don't know
how many more of these "souvenirs" my body needs. I removed the showerhead and gently rubbed it with my hand. Thankfully, it was just
a little sore, but there was no broken skin or swelling. If it had swollen, I would have suffered terribly.

With a wry smile, I continued washing. The warm water felt against my skin, reminding me of the texture of Xiao Li's skin.
Slowly, I began to feel like I was standing in the main tent, fully armored, holding a gleaming silver spear—
a truly imposing figure. Listening to the thunderous battle cries, I felt a sense of overlooking all. But this blissful moment was short-lived.
Suddenly someone appeared before me, wielding a sword, and slashed directly at me. I tried to dodge, but then I recognized the person—
it was Xiao Li! That girl, as she slashed, shouted, "I'll show you what wearing is! I'll show you what wearing is!" "Ouch!"
I quickly shook my head. The scene was simply too much; I realized I'd startled myself again. It seemed that even if I were
clad in iron armor, this girl would cut me to pieces.

Thinking this rather absurdly, I quickly washed myself, instantly feeling refreshed.
I dried myself with a towel, got dressed, and prepared to watch TV before bed. However, when I looked at the clock, it was already
past ten o'clock. I was once again struck by the magic of time; it felt like only a short while had passed, but several hours
had gone by.

I threw the dirty clothes and sheets into the washing machine, turned it on, and let it spin slowly, planning to
hang them up to dry tomorrow. I changed the sheets, lay down on the bed, and glanced at the bedside lamp—it was still in the same position as this morning. I
didn't have the energy to tidy it up anymore. When I saw the time again, sleepiness became irresistible, and I
drifted off to sleep.

All around was quiet; the only sound in the dark room was the washing machine, which gradually faded away.
Suddenly, a drop of water gushed from the bathroom faucet, slowly dripping into the air, creating ripples before
returning to stillness.

When I opened my eyes again, everything from yesterday felt so unreal, yet so vivid,
as clear as if it were right before my eyes. I woke up precisely on time, got everything ready, and resumed my previous routine:
exercising in the park, chatting. Although someone asked about my arm, I quickly changed the subject. After exercising,
I wanted to go grocery shopping, but I'm not used to going at night anymore. I'd only taken a few steps when I remembered I'd bought quite a lot yesterday. Oh well,
I went home.

Monday's traffic and pedestrian flow is at its peak. Watching the cars and people coming and going, I suddenly
felt like visiting my grandson. Just a few days apart, and I was missing him terribly. So, I decided to go. After arriving home, I quickly
washed up and took the bus to my son's place. My husband and I originally owned an apartment, but since
it was inconvenient for our son and daughter-in-law to live in our other apartment where they work, we decided to stay in their apartment.
These assets will eventually be theirs anyway. My daughter-in-law only has one child, so you could say everything belongs
to the young couple. The young couple dated since college, got married right after graduation, and their grandson was born three years later.
They were completely carefree, but they were also quite strong-willed and didn't want to rely on their parents financially, so they were always busy with work.

I took the elevator, knocked on the door, and found my wife preparing lunch. Our son and daughter-in-law were coming home for lunch, so she
had to start preparing early. Our grandson was asleep in my wife's room. My wife opened the door, glanced at me,
and asked why I was there. I said I missed my grandson and came to see him. She glared at me, then looked at my face,
paused , and asked what was wrong. I said my face hurt, and my teeth hurt. I went into her room, sat down, and looked at the sleeping little
one. My heart was filled with contentment and happiness. The joy of family life is the greatest happiness for the elderly. Although
I now have another kind of happiness, they don't conflict with each other.

After watching for a while, I gently closed the door, afraid of waking him. I went to the living room, sat down, turned on the TV, and
continued watching the news. My wife, while cooking, said, "You old fool, how can you still get sore throat? Your face is like this,
haven't you gone to see a doctor?" I said, "My tooth doesn't hurt anymore, it's fine. The swelling will go away soon, it's not a serious problem, why go to
the hospital ?" My wife ignored me and continued cooking.

Enjoying this fulfilling and happy feeling, time quickly passed to noon. My son and daughter-in-law came back.
Seeing me, they asked when I arrived. I said I came in the morning, I missed my grandson. My daughter-in-law quickly went to see the little one
, and brought him out a while later. It turned out he was already awake and had been playing by himself without crying. My daughter-in-law
changed the little guy's diaper first, and then handed her grandson to me. When she held him, she looked at my wrist and paused
for a moment. She glanced at me, didn't say anything, and went to help my wife. I held my grandson, strolling around and making
him laugh. When I heard his happy laughter, I felt so happy. My son sat down on the sofa in the living room and
chatted with me intermittently.

Soon the food was ready, and we went to the dining room. I put my grandson in his crib, and my daughter-in-law ate
while watching over him. Once everyone was ready, we started eating. My wife noticed the injury on my wrist and asked
how I got it, why there was a bruise. My daughter-in-law also looked at me carefully and asked why my face was swollen,
if I hadn't slept well. My wife said it was just a toothache, nothing serious. I just kept eating, trying to brush it off,
but my daughter-in-law kept asking. I had to bite
the bullet and say that I accidentally sprayed water on a girl, and when I was cleaning her up, she accused me of being a pervert and bit me. She said the bruise was from her. My wife looked up at me and said, "
You old man, you're getting restless now! Why are you messing with young girls? I'm lucky I didn't beat you up."

The son, who was eating, suddenly became agitated. He said, "What's going on? How can this brat be so
arrogant
tell me where she met her. I'll confront her. We have to get to the bottom of this!" The daughter-in-law smacked her son, saying
, "Go find out! You're just making things up. There are a lot of hooligans these days. She probably encountered one herself, which is why she
misunderstood. Don't cause trouble for Dad." The son put down his chopsticks, about to explode, "What? You're calling Dad a hooligan too?" He
started arguing, and the grandson immediately burst into tears. The daughter-in-law could only try to soothe him. I thought to myself, "He's already been
labeled a hooligan, I've even admitted it myself." But I couldn't say it out loud, so I quickly stopped him, scolded the son a few times, and he quieted down.
The daughter-in-law soothed the grandson, glared at the son a few times, and didn't say anything more. And so we just went back to our leisure.
After chatting for a while and finishing their meal, they rested for a bit before going to work. My wife finished eating, tidied up
, picked up her grandson, and started soothing him. He had just woken up, and it was definitely not an option to let him sleep any longer.
It was too hot outside, so we couldn't go downstairs. We could only put the little guy on the carpet and let him play by himself while I played
with him. My wife started nagging me again, and as usual, I obeyed her every word. Gradually,
it was almost 5 pm when the little guy fell asleep again, and my wife put him on the bed. My original intention was to stay for a few days
, but my wife disagreed, saying that I was just causing trouble and had almost made the young couple argue. She told
me to get out, which I didn't want to do, but I had no choice but to go home. I suggested going home after dinner, but that was rejected, and
that's how my wife sent me back.

On the bus ride home, watching the passing traffic and crowds, I felt happier than ever.
And, there was this little devil who kept thinking of me, though she hadn't
called make sure my phone is in my pocket before I leave the house. I took it out of my pocket and checked it. I said, "No calls,
it's long out of battery. These things are such a hassle; if I don't charge it for a day, it's definitely dead." Oh well, I'll deal with it when I get home. I put it back and
continued looking out the window, thinking about my grandson, son, wife, daughter-in-law, and old friends—one by one,
they flashed through my mind.

"Uncle, uncle, we've arrived!" The ticket seller's voice pulled me back to reality. "Oh, thank you,
young lady. If it weren't for you, I would have had to walk back." "It's nothing. I always see you coming and going. It's only right that I let you off when we arrive. What
are you thinking about?" I squeezed out of the bus while listening to the ticket seller's questions. "Sigh, I missed my grandson. I went to see him for a bit, but my wife sent me back." Everyone on the bus laughed, and I shook my head helplessly. " Watch your step, please take care." As the ticket seller's voice faded, the bus slowly drove away. I stopped, looked at the park across the street, and thought for a moment. Right, charging my phone is a big deal. Now, besides my wife and daughter, I'm also dealing with a little girl. I wonder how long she'll nag me. I hurried home, found the charger, plugged in my phone, and then called my son's house to tell my wife I was home. She muttered a few more words and then went back to her work. I hung up the phone and started collecting the things that had been drying . I made myself a simple meal and filled my stomach. After tidying up, I checked my phone. I turned it on, and sure enough , Dali's missed calls appeared on the screen. He had called at noon and in the afternoon. I tapped Dali's name and tried to call back, but no one answered. It seemed he was on his way home from work. I simply hung up and went to watch TV. Time slowly passed, and evening arrived again. I seem to have gotten used to, or rather, look forward to, the arrival of night. As soon as the room gets dark, I think of the scenes of my battle with Xiaoli, and my body starts to feel hot. I'm really lovesick. Feeling unwell, I could only move around a bit. Then, I prepared to go downstairs for some fresh air and to chat—or rather, telepathy, I suppose Just as I was about to leave, the phone rang. Without even looking, I knew only Xiaoli would call. I answered, opened the door , and headed downstairs. I heard Xiaoli's panting voice on the other end: "Old man, did you forget your phone ? I called you several times, but it was off. What are you trying to do?" Then I heard the door open and close. "I did bring it. I went to see my grandson this morning and forgot to charge it. I just got back and charged it to call you, but you didn't answer." I said as I walked, greeting the neighbors I passed. They seemed a little surprised that I was now using a cell phone. "Okay, I'll trust you this once. I was on the subway, it was so crowded, and I had to get my hair fixed, so I couldn't answer. Did you miss me?" I listened to Xiaoli's voice with great joy, but when I got to the building entrance, I felt something was wrong. "Are you home yet? If your husband is here, don't call. It's not good." "Why not? I want to call, what can he do?" "You little brat, your man has suffered enough. Don't torture him. Men have it tough ." Feeling the air around me and hearing Xiaoli's voice, I felt much better, but I still had to tell her to restrain . This wasn't a joke; things like this always cause big problems. "Hehehe, he's still on a business trip, I don't know if it's true or not. I haven't paid any attention to him, but he seems to have sensed something and said he'll come back to see you, and he wants to tell me something." *Thump*, then the sound of running water. Xiao Li's voice was a little muffled, "What are you doing ? Why are you making so much noise?" "I'm in the bathroom, you old pervert, do you want to hear me pee? Isn't that your favorite ? Hehehe." That crisp laughter again. I'm trying to avoid people these days, so I walked to a corner of the neighborhood under a tree to listen. Hearing that question still made my face burn. I said, "When did I ever like ? Stop calling me a pervert all the time. My son and daughter-in-law have been interrogating me for ages today." "What?" "Why are you being interrogated?" Xiao Li became curious again. This girl was definitely going to dig deep. I said it was all because of you, and briefly recounted the events. The girl on the other end of the line was laughing uncontrollably, saying I was cunning and knew how to talk so well. She wasn't lying, and that I should be careful in the future, and that she had to make sure I explained everything clearly. I coughed. This girl was indeed very direct. I said that the female manager of the property management couldn't handle . "Girl, be honest. I'm so old, and you're always making me look bad. And you're laughing at me." After a while, I heard a voice coming from the phone. "Hmm... what did I do to you? You brought this on yourself. If you had n't bullied me, would I have hit you? Does your big southern genitals still hurt?" Sigh, you can never get the upper hand when talking to this girl. But then again, I was in the wrong. I coughed again, looked around, and said it didn't hurt anymore. I asked her if it still hurt down there. She said it did, but not as much. It was just that she couldn't touch it; it was a little uncomfortable inside. A little strange thing happened after a while. It sounded like friction, then a series of water sounds. After a while, Xiao Li's voice came through, "Old man, did you hear that? I just peed. Does it sound nice?" I almost choked again, and my crotch started to feel uncomfortable again. My erection returned, and Xiao Li's image started appearing in my mind, especially her genitals, which were very clear. I felt hot all over again and could only run around to calm . "Nonsense! You know I miss you so much, and you still do this? Are you trying to torture me to death, you little brat?" "Haha, I just want to torture you so you won't forget me. Old man, give me a kiss. I have to get busy. I have a lot of work to finish today." Hearing Xiao Li's reply, I felt a little disappointed. We kissed each other a few times over the phone and finally ended the call.

The next day, Xiaoli told me that Xiaosong wouldn't be back for at least half a month because their branch offices in other cities
had run into some problems and needed their support, which they were currently working on resolving. She also told me that I wasn't allowed to go anywhere and just wait for
her, and that I couldn't flirt with other girls. I was furious; she was really treating me like a pervert.

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