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【Night Rain】(07) Author: Bai Yu 

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Author: Bai Yu
Word Count: 10716


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(7-1)

Without mentioning the conflict at the hot spring resort, Liu Neng, with a half-smile, squinted and ushered me inside.

A glass coffee table stood near the door, surrounded by several exquisite Chinese-style lacquered wooden chairs, for
guests. I peeked inside and saw a large, flat desk. A large, transparent
glass panel sat on the desk, indistinctly displaying some photos and other items. A black laptop and several
thick stacks of documents were scattered on it.

Behind a brown leather-backed chair stood an oil-painted wooden bookcase, leaning against the wall and window, elegant and antique.
This was Liu Neng's private manager's office.

"I was just looking for you, Linda." He gestured to the secretary behind me who wanted to follow me in
, not to disturb me, and then, while exchanging pleasantries, invited me to sit on the bench. He turned around and picked up a paper cup to pour me water,
casual , friendly, and natural.

"Oh, thank you." As Manager Liu handed me a paper cup of warm water,
I gave a polite, albeit somewhat awkward, bow. Who would have thought that just minutes before, I was prepared to have
a huge argument and even a physical fight with Liu Neng?

But now, I was immersed in a different, complex emotion, unrelated to Liu Neng, but rather
a reflexive tension. My heart pounded fiercely in my chest, and I had to
exhale and exhale silently to calm myself and avoid losing control.

This was a state that was difficult for others to understand, and I knew the reason myself: this restraint
stemmed from a long-standing habit and situation of inferiority.

For depositors, banks are benevolent service providers; you can complain about even the slightest neglect, and with the internet
so readily available, it's easy to seek redress. But for business people, borrowers, and especially entrepreneurs like myself—
lacking , struggling to operate, and teetering on the edge of financial ruin—the image of banks is far less lenient
.

So no matter how confident I was a second ago, or how well prepared I thought I was, the moment I stepped into the
magnificent bank building, I couldn't help but feel extremely restrained, timid, and uneasy. The more this happened,
the more the chilling air conditioning in the lobby and the clatter of my shoes on the gleaming marble floor made me even more nervous.

Here, everything depended on the whims of the bank managers, big and small. Regardless of
whether I got a loan, I had countless times forced a smile, humbling myself.

"It must be about Luo Mengjie, right? You came to see me," Manager Liu said, noticing I'd been sipping my paper cup
silently for a while, the quiet atmosphere in the room becoming suffocating.

I nodded slightly, met his gaze with an awkward smile, and then sat back down, my bottom half an inch
off the chair. Holding the slightly hot paper cup, I chuckled to myself, "Hey, those
managers I have to fawn over, their positions aren't even as high as Liu's. At least they don't have a private office like this
."

Liu Neng seemed somewhat surprised. He probably hadn't expected me to be so reserved after barging in like that
. He looked at me with a puzzled expression for a while before realizing what I meant. Yes,
aren't all the people running around in banks like this? Especially business owners like me, desperately needing funds, half
-sitting on the bench as if standing—he'd seen it far too often.

A barely perceptible sneer appeared in his eyes, then vanished. Liu Neng thought for a moment, then
thoughtfully loosened the collar of his suit jacket, leaning back in the chair to create a casual
atmosphere, which did make me feel less uncomfortable.

"Is my wife with you?" I asked him in a low voice.

"Xiao Luo came to me one night, saying you bullied her. You actually kicked her out of the house. So
late, it's dangerous for a girl to have nowhere to go. The night isn't safe, and your wife is so beautiful."
When Liu Neng said this, his expression became even more subtle.

I had already suspected that Mengjie might have told him the reason for the argument. The fact that a third party
knew about her affair with a prostitute was bound to cause her distress. I looked at Liu Neng, inwardly annoyed by his ambiguous smile, yet
I could pinpoint any wrongdoing on him.

"Look at you, getting worked up, aren't you? Such a beautiful wife, so many men… would love
to cherish her, and you, Linda, are really something, still rushing out of the house. Looks like I'll have to
keep you hanging for a few more days before you realize your mistake. Between husband and wife, the most important thing is… Business and social engagements are
unavoidable, but you also need to be careful…" Liu Neng, like a moral guru and emotional advisor,
condescendingly rambled on.

Ever since Liu Neng interfered between Mengjie and me, I had indeed felt uneasy and repulsed. He had triggered my
instinctive jealousy and suspicion, and made me increasingly disgusted with him. This was entirely a
dispute ; what did it have to do with him? Why was he interfering? Judging from the situation, did he have the right
to lecture me on morality?

Liu Neng could obviously tell I was upset. He got up from his chair,
fumbled for a moment, then walked back.

"Want a smoke?" So he was going to get a cigarette. I nodded.

"Thanks." "

Brother, although it's not my place to say this, you really shouldn't have done this."
He didn't specify what he meant or where I went wrong, just ending the conversation abruptly.

I exhaled a puff of smoke to calm myself down, thinking he'd finally shut up.

"How did Mengjie end up staying at your place?" Since he'd already briefly explained the situation, I
still asked again, actually wanting him to explain why he didn't avoid any impropriety between men and women.

"Linda, you're too sensitive. Also, the hot spring incident was a misunderstanding. You were
like , always on guard, aren't you tired? You can't even wait for me to explain." Liu Neng frowned, putting on
a reproachful and aggrieved expression as he explained.

He actually had the nerve to bring up the hot spring incident? Fine, this time I'll give him plenty of time to explain, let's see
how makes up a story!

"That time at the hot springs, I only arrived at the resort a little earlier than you. I happened to be passing
by trip, so I thought I'd drop in to see how Xiao Luo
was doing. After all, she was with the families of my colleagues, so I wanted to see if they got along well. That's all! It's nothing like what you imagine...
sordid!" He spoke with righteous indignation and sincerity, but I didn't believe a word he said.

Liu Neng touched his cheek where I had punched him, his gaze darting over, trying to make me uncomfortable.
But instead, I met Liu Neng's eyes with resentment, slowly inhaling a puff of smoke, holding it in my lungs without
exhaling.

"Okay, I was too impulsive and misunderstood my old classmate. But who
wouldn't misunderstand and get angry if they saw their wife dressed so scantily and close to another man? Sorry, I accidentally hit you
!" I said sarcastically.

"It's okay, it's okay, I understand." Seeing my sarcastic tone, Liu Neng was also quite perceptive. He
smiled to hide his embarrassment and kept laughing. He couldn't explain why my wife
was wearing that revealing swimsuit at the resort and letting him hold her slender waist.

"Okay, let's not talk about the hot spring incident for now. Have you been sharing a room with her these past few days?" My
tone was gloomy, and I even had the urge to replace "share" with "sleep.

" "No, of course not! You're still misunderstanding. What kind of person do you think Brother Liu is?"
Liu Neng hurriedly waved his hands in denial. Under my questioning gaze, his cheeks flushed slightly.

"Of course, except for the first night! It was so late that day, she came to me crying, and I was afraid something might happen ,
so I stayed with her all night. But after that, I stayed in hotels every day. You can check if you don't believe me!"

"..."

"Linda, why are you thinking about that again? No matter how beautiful Luo Mengjie is, she
's still your wife. How could I do anything to her?! Your wife is indeed a beauty, but
is ? Okay, okay, let's take another step back. Even if I can't find someone as good as her,
to save face, Brother Liu, can't you find someone less attractive than you? And you can guarantee she's
a virgin ."

I didn't expect Liu Neng to bring up virginity when I pushed him so hard. It really left me speechless, but this
argument actually made sense, and I started to believe him. What man doesn't want his woman to be clean, pure,
and belong only to him? I stared intently at Liu Neng's facial expression as he pleaded, and my heart began to
soften .

It turned out that Liu Neng's injuries at the hot spring resort were more serious than I had imagined; the spot on his face where I had hit him
was swollen quite badly. His wife, Mengjie, feeling guilty, insisted on going to his house to take care of him for a few days, though she didn't actually
stay overnight . Later, when she returned home, she found a lipstick mark on my collar and learned about the prostitution incident. She then left home in tears and anger.
That night, she was alone, dragging her suitcase, both angry and scared. This shameful affair was distressing, and she couldn't
tell . Completely lost and unsure where to go, she naturally went to Liu Neng's house again.

According to Liu Neng's account, he only stayed the first night, still sleeping
in the bedroom, while my wife slept on the sofa. After that, he always stayed in hotels, leaving his entire house
empty for Mengjie to stay in.

Looking at Liu Neng, who was feigning anger, I was reluctant to believe him so easily. But
thinking to the conversation I overheard at the coffee shop yesterday, it seemed that Meng Jie
hadn't slept with him, otherwise why would Liu Neng specifically wait for her after work to ambush her?
Perhaps Liu Neng was saying now wasn't entirely a lie.

But he had also said that he had done something wrong to my wife while drunk. What happened then?
It seemed I could only find out later.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong." After much deliberation, I finally bowed my head and sincerely apologized to Liu Neng, a apology
tinged with reluctance and bitterness. Since the moment I entered the bank, the constant
sense of constraint reminded me that besides the question of whether my wife had lost her virginity, there was the more important
loan to deal with. The end of the year was approaching, and if the cash flow dried up, not only would
I be unable to explain it to Meng Jie and her family, but all my hard-earned dreams and sweat would be shattered.

And the only person who could solve these problems was Liu Neng.

Seeing that I was lost in thought again, Liu Neng smiled faintly, then suddenly leaped over the coffee table and slapped
my shoulder hard, snapping me out of my reverie. He snapped, "Alright, alright, I already said I understand,
I don't blame you.

" "I can take you to find Mengjie, but you have to promise me first that you won't bully her anymore.
And if she still doesn't want to go back with you, don't force her. You know, it's not good to force a
woman ." Liu Neng glanced at his watch.

"But it's not convenient for her to stay with you, is it? It's making you stay in a hotel every day..." I
nodded and said.

"It's okay, it's okay! Staying in a hotel for a few days is a good change of pace. Besides, I hope you two
reconcile soon so I can come to your house to freeload again. I still dream about tasting Xiao Luo's amazing cooking." Liu Neng
said, his words implying that he still shamelessly wanted to continue hanging around my house.

Well, since the conflict had been superficially resolved, and old classmates are still old classmates,
we chatted about other things to pass the time, each with our own thoughts. Liu Neng waited until it was almost time to leave work, then drove me to
his hotel. There, Liu Neng showed me his recent daily necessities and signs of daily life to prove his
words were true, which gradually made me happy and grateful.

As it got dark, we figured Meng Jie should have already gone home from work, so we drove over.
Speaking of which Liu Neng's house wasn't too far from mine, about a thirty-minute drive, in a
high-rise building in a beautiful, tree-lined community. He drove elegantly, casually explaining to my
envious that it was rented.

At the door, Liu Neng stopped, and seemingly to further prove his honesty, he deliberately took out
his key inserted it into the lock, and turned it a few times, demonstrating that the door couldn't be opened at all. "See, it's locked from the inside.
Brother Liu wasn't lying, was he?" A smug smile flashed across Liu Neng's face.

As he rang the doorbell, I deliberately slipped into a blind spot outside the door, worried that Mengjie
would see me refusing to open it, which would be a real problem. The perceptive Liu Neng naturally understood, only chuckling wryly
.

After a short while, Mengjie opened the door. Her voice, lazy and sweet, came through the iron gate, "
Hey, what brings you here? It's so dark, what's up?" Hidden to the side, I could only see Liu Neng's
profile ; his expression was one of fascination, his eyes shining as if he'd spotted something beautiful.

"Yeah, I need to talk to you," Liu Neng licked his lips, and I could see his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed
.

"Oh, okay, then sit down for a bit, I'll go change." With that, Mengjie gently
pried and went into the inner room. I heard the sound of slippers quickly fading away, and I couldn't help but think…
What kind of ice cream did Liu Neng's eyes just see my wife's eyes on?

"Let's go, let's go in together now," Liu Neng whispered to me. I thought for a moment and then
agreed.

The room was brightly lit, with no traditional solid wood furniture, just
a purely Western-style decor filled with various modern items. The materials used were mostly cotton or matte plastic, and there
was a lot of glass. Under the crystal waterfall chandelier in the living room was a uniquely designed coffee table and
a round rug. I glanced at it and saw that light green and white were the main colors of the room, quite girly
and fresh. I thought Mengjie would like it.

"I can't help it, the landlord likes to decorate like this." Liu Neng shrugged, leaning back on the sofa. "I don't
care what I do, as long as there's a bed to sleep in."

I smiled noncommittally. While Mengjie was changing clothes, there was nothing else to do, so I
continued to look around curiously, pacing around the room. Suddenly, I looked up and noticed a
gap in the corner of the wall, which seemed to contain some kind of camera device. "What's that?" I pointed to
the small hole in the ceiling.

"Oh, it looks like a ceiling-mounted camera. The landlord installed it for security, but it seems to have
been broken for a while. I'm not really sure," Liu Neng said, reaching out to turn on the TV in the living room.

"Are you sure it's broken?" I couldn't help but wonder if someone was using this kind of device to spy on
Mengjie . Did Liu Neng really not know? Thinking this, I couldn't help but look at Liu Neng with some suspicion.

"Probably. I was afraid of exposing their privacy, so I turned off the power later." He frowned,
as if he knew what I was thinking.

"Linda, you're being too sensitive," he added.

I smiled apologetically and didn't say anything more. Okay, now I basically believed that they were still innocent
.

It was more than ten minutes later when Mengjie reappeared after changing her clothes. Her pair of fair and slender
legs were exposed like jade bamboo shoots, the flesh of her legs pink and tender, plump and even, making even her husband, mesmerized.
This suddenly reminded me of the stunned look on Liu Neng's face earlier, and a pang of bitterness and unease welled up inside me.
What had he seen? Was it his wife's even more revealing attire?
Just had taken her so long to change into this comfortable sheer dress.

Mengjie's bright smile and playful crescent-shaped lips froze and vanished without a trace when she turned to look at me
. Her astonished gaze flickered, and her firm, sexy
breasts trembled slightly with each breath. She was restraining herself, and finally regained her composure. Mengjie gave me
a cold glance and then looked away, as if to make it seem as if my arrival was something she had expected.
At the same time, I noticed that Liu Neng, looking at her, also nodded slowly with a complicated expression.

"Sit down, it must be tiring for you two to stand there," Liu Neng began.

The silent Mengjie and I each found a seat, but still remained silent. After everything that had happened
, she, too, didn't know what to say. Yes, some things, kept bottled up inside
for too long, could no longer be uttered. Whether there were outsiders present or not, it didn't really matter. So
we both awkwardly avoided each other's eyes. I was afraid of being seen as guilty, while she seemed to be avoiding me
for some reason, so we both lowered our heads, lost in our own thoughts.

And in that brief moment of peeking, I noticed that behind the transparent glass of the coffee table, my wife's
delicate, fair, and sexy feet were wearing a pair of oversized men's slippers, the size of which was undoubtedly Liu Neng
's. Because of the unexpectedness of my visit, her unreserved wearing of Liu Neng's slippers made her actions all
the more genuine and unpretentious, which made me even sadder. Why was she wearing Liu Neng's slippers?
The sadness that had been slightly diluted by the joy of our reunion surged back into my heart.

Couples who have been together for a long time often develop a tacit understanding, but sometimes this unspoken agreement only adds to the irony.
Almost at the same moment my brow furrowed in worry, my wife noticed the inappropriateness of her foot. Her beautiful
foot awkwardly shrank back into the shadows, and as if on cue, her pretty face flushed crimson.

Liu Neng, standing nearby, quickly chimed in, but his remarks were all rather bland. This
master of easing tensions was at a loss; the room grew increasingly awkward and strange. Finally, Liu Neng couldn't
sit still . He dramatically shook his pocket and stood up.

"Oh dear! I'm out of cigarettes. I wanted a smoke… well, never mind, I'll be going now. You
two need to resolve your issues eventually, have a good talk!" Before leaving, he patted his shoulder
and smiled meaningfully. I understood that he wouldn't be coming back tonight. Outside the window, the city lights
were just coming on , casting a soft glow. Yes, there was still plenty of time for the couple to communicate.

"Mengmeng, pack your things, let's go home," I said softly, but with unquestionable authority. The living room was
indeed empty except for my wife and me, but I still felt incredibly uncomfortable.
My displeasure with Liu Neng over this period couldn't be explained in a few words.

My wife, however, seemed oblivious, her hands constantly kneading and rubbing, her slender fingers like white lotus
roots. But I, turned away, didn't notice anything amiss. I assumed the silence behind me
was normal, simply due to awkwardness. I was preoccupied with my own thoughts, my only thought being to get my wife away from Liu Neng's house
as soon as possible . We couldn't calm down here; we could talk about it at home.

She remained silent behind me. I paced impatiently and with a mixture of amusement and curiosity, carefully scanning the living room. I noticed
a small, elegant brass cart on a cabinet that clashed drastically with the fairytale-like decor
, holding a bottle of expensive XO liquor. This must be Liu Neng's.

"You actually cooked here? For him?" I pushed open the kitchen door, a side-opening
floor-to-ceiling glass door, the inside very clean. I knew my wife's cooking skills. A pang of
jealousy shot through me; it was even more convenient for Liu to freeload here. I fumbled for the kitchen light, about to sneak in for a closer
look when I suddenly heard my wife speak from the living room.

"Go back alone, I'm not going with you." Her tone was soft, but decisive and
cold.

I turned back to look at her, surprised and hurt. Her delicate, white toes peeked out from
the front , a sharp pain piercing my heart. The thought that Mengjie had
slept with someone else before me, yet had kept it a secret, fueled a complex mix of regret—a regret I knew I had to let go of, yet couldn't
.

The past was unclear, how could I possibly untangle the entanglements with her now?!

Hearing my wife's resolute refusal to go home, I turned around in disbelief, staring blankly at the alluring and sexy
woman . It was obvious that Liu Neng harbored ill intentions towards her and was relentlessly pursuing her. The unspoken,
suggestive, yet unverifiable, interactions between them instantly transformed into a surge of rage
that rushed to my brow.

"What did you say?!"

"I said I'm not going back." Ignoring my astonishment, she repeated herself, only her voice was louder.

At that moment, my face was incredibly pale, the feeling of utter betrayal overwhelming me. Sensing
the mockery and contempt in my gaze, my wife's cheeks flushed crimson. Her jade-like legs tightened,
knees bent, seemingly unconsciously tensing, while her eyes defiantly met my gaze, her bright, watery
eyes gleaming fiercely.

"Come back with me anyway," I finally mumbled, suppressing my emotions, the surging emotions
overflowing my face. A surge of intense anger, heartache, jealousy, and frustration churned within me
, making my blood rush to my head and causing a sharp, throbbing pain in my temples.

"I said I'm not going back, and that's final!!" Mengjie snapped, her expression defiant.

"Why not go back?" I asked pointlessly.

"That's not my home anymore, why should I go back? Besides! Isn't it more
convenient ? You can bring that wild woman home and have your way with her, saving on hotel room fees, isn't that cheaper!"
My wife's voice rose, ready to start a fight. This was in response to my insults; her eyes
deliberately held contempt, as if she were looking at something filthy.

And so, the argument resumed, my head throbbing with a long-forgotten ache of anger. Should I
retaliate ? Should I call her a slut, a whore, someone who'd practically throw herself at Liu Neng's house for him to sleep with?

Everything changed after marriage. Whenever we disagreed, we'd hurl insults at each other, our emotions
running wild , neither willing to back down. If I don't compromise against my will, it will inevitably escalate into personal attacks and
a war, becoming a tangled mess. Even before all these unpleasant things happened, we were
like this . But today I'm truly exhausted. I don't want to argue at all; every word feels
like a struggle. Anger has turned into resentment, and I'm utterly drained.

I think desperately, life is already so tiring, why has she never once yielded to me
? Leaving her at someone else's house is clearly improper.
Doesn't ? I'm saddened by this; doesn't she care at all? And if I
don't bring her back today, how can I face anyone in the future? How will Liu Neng look down on me? I'm still a grown
man, and thinking of the traditional husband-wife harmony in my hometown, my heart aches so much I almost cry.

Luo Mengjie was prepared for a big fight, but seeing my silence and lack of confrontation, and my
sad and aggrieved expression, she also fell silent. She frowned, weighed her options in her mind, then stood up
, intending to leave me behind and go into the inner room.

At that moment, I was still immersed in this sorrowful mood, and didn't immediately react to her turning away. I
just stared blankly at my wife's two long, shapely, white legs beneath her gauze skirt. Below, her fair
heels sank into Liu Neng's men's slippers, one shallow step and one deep one, moving away from me.

Yes, she was about to go into the inner room. Suddenly, those men's slippers struck me
like an electric shock. I lunged forward, my muscles tensing, my chest filled with the jealousy of my wife being violated. I grabbed her arm
tightly from behind.

"What are you doing! Let go of me!" Mengjie was startled, trying to pull her arm away. Without a word, I
grabbed her shoulder with my other hand, holding her dress even more firmly, preventing her from going into the room.

"Let go!" Seeing that I was using force, my wife trembled with anger, but helplessly, she was held
tightly in my arms like an iron clamp. Her delicate skin couldn't withstand the pinching and gripping, and she almost cried out in pain.

"No matter what! You have to come home with me today!!" I growled in my ear, brooking no
argument.

"I won't go back!!" Mengjie struggled even more fiercely, and without saying a word, she bit down hard
on my arm with her silver teeth, showing no mercy. The sharp pain made me involuntarily shake her off. Looking down, I
saw a row of indented teeth marks clearly visible on my arm; it had been bitten open, and blood was even seeping out.

Taking advantage of my wincing in pain, my wife took a small step forward and nimbly
slipped into the master bedroom. I had a bad feeling in my heart, but unfortunately, I was still four or five meters away from the door. In just
a moment, I saw her bedroom door about to close. Ignoring my arm, I rushed forward,
almost losing my balance. One hand braced against the door, the other desperately reaching inside.

I couldn't let her lock me out.

But my wife didn't notice the sudden hand; she was only flustered and angry,
pressing down on the door with all her might. With a snap, my hand was brutally caught in the gap,
like a knife slicing open the back of my hand, the excruciating pain piercing my heart.

The teeth marks on my arm still throbbed, and the near-breakage of my hand made my ears ring and
my temples throb. I had to pull my hand back, crouching on the floor groaning in pain. Mengjie
, hearing something was wrong, was startled and quickly released her grip on the door. Seeing no further movement, she tried to
close it again. But by then, I had already slipped my foot under the door, wedging it in my slipper, leaving her no
chance to close it.

Seeing the deep, clear bruise on the back of my hand, burning and swollen, I was furious.
Through the door , I finally erupted in fury, yelling at her like a pent-up avalanche, not caring whether
my words would hurt her: "What are you doing here! Staying at Liu Neng's house to wait to be fucked by him? Are you
really addicted to being fucked by Liu Neng? He used up your youth these past few years and still dumped you, you slut!!"

"I just like being fucked by him, what's it to you? I'm going to live at his house and let him fuck me every day! To get pregnant with
his child! I can't stop you from going out to prostitutes, so what right do you have to tell me what to do?! Liu Neng is
way better than you in bed, thick and long, and I always have orgasms with him until I'm dying, can you do that?!"
After a brief moment of shock, Mengjie actually retorted in the room, echoing my words. In a daze, I could
n't tell if she was being sincere or not, whether it was just an emotional outburst or if there was something real going on.

"Linda, I was so blind! If I had known you were a failure in your career and would mess around with other women, how could I have married someone like you? I really regret not listening to my mother!" She said, her voice choking as she spoke
, while pushing against the door .


Finally, I squeezed into the room. Unlike the elegant green of the living room, the bedroom was
decorated in a typical pink and white color scheme, filled with a princess-like atmosphere. White Western-style palatial tables and chairs,
pink wall cabinets, and a cute dressing table by the floral window were cluttered with bottles and jars of my wife's cosmetics,
disorderly and messy.

Thankfully, the bed wasn't carved with floral patterns but rather made of traditional Chinese brown wood, its rustic and solid design
clashing with the bedroom's cartoonish style. Damn Liu Neng! Just like Luo Mengjie's words, I couldn't
help but glance at the double bed a few more times, at the messy sheets. Realizing what I'd said, I felt even more uncomfortable.

My wife also realized how vulgar and inappropriate her words were, how they had violated the womanly reserve and purity she valued most
, and immediately turned away from me. In that instant, I saw her pretty face, which she
was trying to hide .

In the scuffle just now, her waist was covered in wrinkles, and her skirt was completely askew.
Looking closely at her thin dress up close, I realized it was made of sheer, openwork fabric, revealing a patch
of snow-white skin at her shoulders, her jade-like shoulders peeking out, contrasting beautifully with the cascading black hair on the other side.

I couldn't help but gaze at her slender waist, her back delicate and graceful, her waist like a willow,
radiating a goddess-like beauty. Her firm, fleshy buttocks were even more alluring; through the semi-transparent white skirt, I could see
the pinkish-flesh color of her underwear. The short white skirt couldn't completely conceal her shyness; I saw her long,
beautiful rounded, and sexy legs, her skin much more delicate and fair than other women's, and I couldn't
move my feet.

After not seeing her for so long, my wife had become even more charming. Her delicate, innocent appearance and slightly disheveled back
made her look like a pure white flower in the dust of the world, stirring my heart. How could I bear to part with her? I fell
silent , unable to resist pulling her tightly from behind, holding my wife firmly in my arms.
Instantly, her fragrant scent filled my breath, so tender, so familiar.
The soft, delicate touch against every inch of her skin sent
shivers down my spine.

My wife, still angry, seemed oblivious to my melting heart, continuing to writhe and struggle in disgust.
She bit down hard on my arm again, but this time
I felt no pain. Yes, at that moment, I cared about nothing. I prayed,
whispering , pleading, "Mengmeng, it's all my fault, come home with me, please.

" We held each other for a long time, so long that we seemed to recall the tenderness of our courtship. Finally,
Mengjie stopped struggling. Her warm, soft body trembled slightly in my arms. I gently
brushed aside her hair to look at her, wanting to know what was wrong. As I had vaguely expected, she
silently began to weep, a few glistening, warm tears sliding down her delicate face,
pausing briefly on her pointed chin before being pulled away by gravity, clinging damply to my arm.

Although I shared my wife's sorrow, the intoxicating fragrance of her body and the soft touch
of her back awakened my masculine instincts. Through the thin fabric of my pants,
I found myself unconsciously pressing my scrotum and throbbing penis against her firm, sexy buttocks,
gently rubbing against her tailbone. This subtle, stimulating contact was irresistible, impossible to resist.

I inwardly regretted not having been with any woman lately, nor having the inclination to watch porn to
relieve my pent-up desire . Even my dreams at night were filled with melancholy and repressed emotions; my longing for women had truly
reached its limit. Suddenly, I felt a surge of heat coursing through my groin, and in the blink of an eye, my limp penis
swelled into a towering, hard spear. His engorged, erect penis was stuck inside his underwear, the glans bulging and straining
, yearning to break free and breathe.

Meanwhile, Mengjie was sobbing uncontrollably, and my warm embrace and pleas seemed to touch
a soft spot in her heart, gradually transforming the angry lioness into a docile sheep. At first, she did
n't notice the change behind her, until she clearly felt something unusual on her buttocks—the friction of the swollen fleshy mound suddenly made her realize
my physical transformation. She immediately felt her tenderness drenched in cold water, deeply violated
and mocked. The man behind her, who had been apologizing tenderly just a minute ago, was now
breathing heavily in her ear like a beast in heat. He had just attacked her with the excuse of others' lust, belittling her;
yet, in such a short time, he himself was also sexually aroused. How was he any different from Liu Neng? He
said one thing and did another, which made her feel both ironic and deeply contemptuous of me
.

"Let me go," she said coldly.

But I, caught up in the throes of passion behind me, couldn't perceive her changing emotions; I only felt burning hot
, my desire growing stronger. Ignoring her muttered curses, I lowered my head and kissed her fragrant shoulder. Her sexy, alluring
body struggled, making me want to touch her breasts, but I couldn't. To make it easier to control her,
I used the momentum to push her onto the bed in front of me, causing Mengjie to fall onto the bed, and then pressed my entire body against her,
preventing her from resisting. At this moment, driven by lust, I was just a beast, completely losing my rationality, my right hand
roughly tearing off her panties, I could hear my own breathing.

But suddenly she screamed, a woman's voice so high-pitched, it pierced through the half-open window,
catching me off guard. What could I do! What if the neighbors thought she had been raped and called the police,
causing trouble? So I quickly slowed my attack, using my free hand to tightly cover my wife's mouth,
and shouted in her ear, "Crazy woman!" "You're my wife! What are you yelling about?!

" "Get out of here! I don't want to be with you! Disgusting!" she screamed hysterically beneath me
. Because of my worry, these words, coming through her fingers, were even more unsettling. I'm
short and lean, not strong at all, and it took both of my hands to hold my struggling wife steady. Now, forced to
use only one hand, I could barely hold her down. She clawed and kicked beneath me, like a
fish about to slip away.

"You're my fucking wife!!!" I was furious, and I couldn't care less about anything else; I had to
stop her wailing. Suddenly, I saw what looked like a wad of black fabric through the slightly ajar bedside table. I
quickly reached out and grabbed it, stuffing it into her mouth without thinking, sealing it completely.

Mengjie could no longer make a sound, and I finally had no more reservations. I straightened up and
straddled her serpentine waist, pressing my entire weight onto her, my left hand firmly pressing down on the back of her neck. At this moment...
She finally gave up struggling. My desire burned within me as I reached behind her and groped to lift her
silk skirt , revealing her sexy, pert, snow-white buttocks.

Separated only by a thin pair of women's cotton panties, my hand played with the base of my wife's thighs, my fingers sometimes
brushing against her sensitive cleft, sometimes squeezing and kneading her fleshy buttocks. Fine beads of sweat trickled down her skin from
her struggles, creating a frictional stickiness with the touch; her baby-white, tender flesh was plump and bouncy. Each time I
lightly stroked the mound of her vulva, I could feel her primal trembling.

Mengjie's legs were still kicking and struggling, but it was futile. Besides, my teasing was effective
; she gradually only offered token resistance. I suddenly remembered that the area around her mound was especially sensitive; any woman
with experience that there were magical buttons within that crevice, and Mengjie was no exception. As I wished,
with just a light touch of my index finger, her whole body immediately went limp, emitting soft moans. As my fingers
probed, the rhythmic rubbing of my wife's rounded, sexy legs was proof enough.

At that moment, my palm rested on her smooth, firm buttocks, savoring her delicate, beautiful curves. It had been a long time since
we'd made love, and now my fingers could freely rub against her warm mons pubis. Reason couldn't suppress
desire; women are no different from men in this respect. Between my fingers, I gradually felt the wetness emanating from her vulva;
the slippery fluid seeped through her panties, leaving a noticeable mark, cool and slippery to the touch. "What a liar!" I cursed inwardly

, hearing my wife beneath me still moaning, "No, no! "

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