[It Feels Like I've Been in Love Once] (01-05) Author: sshsh05

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Chapter 1

Around two or three in the afternoon, snowflakes began to fall from the overcast sky.

Zhou Wanyue leaned against her desk, her feet on the windowsill, her hands behind her head, gazing out the window, lost
in thought for quite some time.

A few soft knocks on the door startled her awake. She quickly turned back and sat up straight, saying, "Come in."

Mary, the company secretary, poked her head in and asked, "You haven't gone home yet? Many people have already left.

" Wanyue said, "I'm leaving soon."

Mary looked Wanyue up and down, smiling as she asked, "Do you have a date tonight?"

Wanyue said, "No, just going to a party.

" Mary asked again, "Where are you going on vacation?"

Wanyue said, "I haven't decided yet. What about you?

" Mary said, "I'm going to my hometown in Kentucky to see my parents and a bunch of cousins."

Mary had never had a good word to say about her hometown and hadn't been back for several years. She'd recently
broken up with her boyfriend and was heartbroken; she was probably going back to heal.

Wanyue wasn't in the mood for further small talk and said, "Then have fun."

Mary replied, "I will. You too."

As soon as Mary left, Wanyue finished work.

When she reached the street, a thin layer of snow had already accumulated. Wanyue took a deep breath and carefully walked
towards the subway station.

Copley's Quarter was bustling with activity before Christmas, people coming and going, and the bare
trees were adorned with colorful lights. As Wanyue walked, people kept wishing her a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, which she
responded with a smile, adding, "You too.

" Before going to work that morning, she had dressed up carefully. Black leather boots, black stockings, a black short skirt
, and a dark red wool coat; her long, wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders, making her walk graceful and alluring. She had originally planned to go to a bar after
work , hoping to hook up with a handsome guy. But as the day went by, her mood plummeted,
so she decided to just go home. The party was just a way to appease Mary.

Wanyue's husband, Dajie, would usually come from China during holidays, or she would go to him, but this time he said he
had a project and couldn't leave. Wanyue knew what was going on.

Three years ago, Dajie was going back to China to develop his career, and they had agreed to each have short-term partners. Their relationship
was good ; neither thought the other would leave, and they were
both open-minded, believing that as long as the feelings were clear, physical infidelity was acceptable. They sometimes even shared their experiences without feeling anything was wrong.

But this time, the girl managed to hold Dajie's hand on Christmas, which made things more serious. Her confidence in Dajie
waned, and all sorts of thoughts started to surface. Wanyue was upset and didn't know what to do.

Chapter Two:

Back home, Wanyue poured herself a glass of wine and then turned on her computer.

Wanyue had been a moderator on a forum of a Chinese website in North America for many years. Like an ironclad camp with ever-changing
soldiers, people come and go in the brothel. Most of the old aliases disappear and never return, or they simply change into new ones and
continue their antics like rebirth. A few old aliases have remained with Wanyue; they've met privately and
are essentially friends in real life.

Wanyue sometimes feels she's too much of a veteran in the brothel, but she's truly reluctant to leave. Firstly,
because of her friends, and secondly, because there are always interesting new aliases appearing. Wanyue is very sensitive to words
and believes that writing reflects the person; behind many interesting words often lies an interesting mind.
Compared to people in real life, these people, because they wear aliases and hide their identities, have fewer scruples, and their opinions and thoughts are more
easily expressed directly, sometimes making communication more interesting.

Of course, there are also many despicable and lewd individuals who act with impunity because of their aliases, and some fanatics
who are a real headache to communicate with. Over time, Wanyue could easily guess the personality of a particular online alias with just a few words.
She'd be enthusiastic with those she was interested in, and politely respond to those she was

n't, or simply ignore them. Wanyue used different aliases on several forums, each with
a distinct , so virtually no one knew they were the same person. One of her aliases, "Heavenly Maiden of the Martial World," was a household name on that
website, boasting a large blog traffic and numerous followers.

She logged into her account and found a pile of new emails. During holidays, Wanyue always received many greetings.

Xiaomu sent her a short story he had written. Wanyue read it, liked it very much, and shared it on her
blog . Xiaomu was a sculptor she met online, based in Europe. Wanyue didn't know much about his sculptures, but
his amateur short stories were imaginative and profound, revealing his talent at a glance. Due to the time
difference , he wasn't often on the forum, but he and Wanyue corresponded frequently in private. She doted on him, and he admired her greatly;
they had a very good relationship, and her blog even had a section dedicated to collecting his articles.

Jiu Guniang sent a private message, asking if she had any Christmas plans and
inviting her to her home if she didn't. Jiu Guniang, whose real name was Wu Lei, had joined the forum about half a year ago and was a die-hard fan.

She liked to write novels in the style of "Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio," with a kind of elfin, ghostly quality and a very unique flavor.
Her usual posts were in the style of "Those Things of the Ming Dynasty," witty and interesting, showing her to be a very lively and lovely girl.

Wanyue knew that she taught French part-time at a university in Morris, Minnesota, and that her husband was someone she met during her undergraduate years.

Jiu Guniang had posted her own photo in the group; she was wearing sportswear, had short hair, and
looked full-figured and energetic, quite pleasing to the eye.

Wanyue didn't want to reply to Jiu Guniang's private message for the time being, so she put it aside.

After briefly replying to the Christmas greetings from a few other users she knew but wasn't familiar with, Wanyue
browsed the group she had created. The two male users had been arguing for two days and showed no signs of stopping. Although what they were talking about
seemed unrelated to her, their words were full of jealousy and rivalry.

One of the two male aliases was an online friend Wanyue had known for a while, whom she had invited;
the other was a troublemaker in the group, who admired Wanyue and had applied to join
. After Wanyue discussed it with the others and agreed on a few rules, he joined.

The two had different styles and interests, and didn't usually interact much in the group. When they argued with others, Wanyue usually won and
rarely lost. Initially, Wanyue didn't pay much attention when the two started arguing in the group.

Such arguments usually resolve themselves with a little persuasion from others, as it's best not to openly sever ties within the group
. However, this time, the two seemed determined to bring the other down, and given Wanyue's
bad , she threatened to kick them out if they didn't stop.

Annoyed, Wanyue opened Messenger to see who she could chat with. Jiu Guniang, online,
saw Wanyue and started chatting. She extended a warm invitation, mentioning a Christmas party at her house, several
Chinese people nearby who were fans of a certain "celestial maiden," and that her baby was three months old. Wanyue said she'd think about it later
.

Normally, Wanyue wouldn't consider an invitation like Jiu Guniang's; what was the point of going to an online friend's house for no reason,
especially since they weren't that close? But this time, who knew? She'd keep an eye out for a backup plan

. While they were chatting casually, she saw Xia Liu Pi Zi come online and ask if she was in a bad mood. This male pseudonym
had come to the forum with a pseudonym called Wenrou Xiaoman Nv.

She had looked them up; they had known each other on a pornographic forum before. The alias "Vulgar Spoiler"
was quite vulgar, but his posts actually had a certain elegance, a refined taste amidst his flirtatious and suggestive language. Wanyue found him amusing
. After joining the forum, he only exchanged messages with "Little Barbarian," their relationship quite affectionate. Some female aliases even became her fans,
secretly jealous of her. Later, he gradually moved to other forums, chatting and joking with people, quite
carefree .

After "Little Barbarian" arrived, she stirred up Wanyue's forum, sweeping away its previous gloom, and then
fawned Wanyue. Wanyue admired "Little Barbarian's" writing; her style was lively, her language ornate, and she had a lively spirit.
Her personality was also similar to her own in her younger days, so she felt a sense of closeness. She introduced "Vulgar Spoiler" to the group, saying she completely trusted him, and
Wanyue readily agreed to do him a favor.

Later, Wanyue and "Vulgar Spoiler" added each other on Messenger and chatted online from time to time.

They weren't close, but they were clearly interested in each other. Wanyue felt that Peizi was a rather detached and unassuming person,
and there was no pressure chatting with him. She also felt that he was very steady and trustworthy, so she often told him about
online gossip and things about herself. Peizi always seemed very interested and surprised, which made Wanyue feel
a great sense of accomplishment.

He didn't pry too much, and his replies were always very tactful; in short, chatting with him was very comfortable. However,
Wanyue always felt that he was a bit of a wild girl, and she couldn't be too forward with him. Otherwise, teasing him a little might be quite fun.

Recently, he posted a poem in the literary world, without explicitly mentioning her, but Wanyue felt that it was clearly written for her
. She liked his descriptions and metaphors of herself and forwarded it to her blog without asking. Their chats
continued as usual, and neither of them mentioned the poem, but they both felt a sense of mutual understanding and kindred spirits.

Wanyue had asked Peizi why he hadn't visited her forum as often since. Peizi said he had no interest in the activities organized by Xiaomannv and her group of fellow
writers , such as writing essays on tonal patterns and rhyme schemes, and his passion for literature had gradually faded.

Peizi didn't talk much about his real life; Wanyue only knew he taught at a university, a typical STEM
guy. She understood that.

Peizi immediately asked if she was in a bad mood, a sensitivity that surprised Wanyue. She replied,
"I'm fine. It's just that these two grown men are getting more and more out of control." Peizi said, "They're not wrong."

Wanyue said, "Then whose fault is it? Is it mine?"

Peizi said, "Yes, who else could it be but you? Who told you to be so charming?"

Wanyue couldn't help but chuckle. She had heard similar compliments many times before, but hearing them now made her
feel much better. She returned a wide smiley face, accepting the compliment.

Peizi then asked what her Christmas plans were.

Wanyue looked downcast and said, "I don't have any plans yet." Peizi seemed to be trying to make conversation, then said, "Why don't you drive off
to some unknown place and wander around for a few days? Maybe you'll find something surprising." Wanyue thought for a moment and said, "That's a good idea, but I'm too lazy

to go through the hassle. A netizen invited me to her place, though, and I'm hesitating. " Peizi asked, "Are you close?" Wanyue said, "We're quite familiar online, but we've never met in person." Peizi said, "Personally, I don't do things like meeting online friends, but I know you're close online and have met privately. Since that's the case, why not go and see her? " Wanyue said, "We'll see." Peizi's words made Wanyue start to seriously consider Jiu Guniang's suggestion. She didn't want to be alone and miserable in Boston . Jiu Guniang's home was in Morris, which she had looked up—a godforsaken place. But she didn't care about ; Jiu Guniang was very hospitable but not annoying. Going to Morris would provide some peace and quiet without being too lonely. Having made up her mind, she immediately sent Jiu Guniang a private message, saying, "Okay, if I get a plane ticket, I'll prepare to go." After receiving Jiu Guniang's reply, she booked a flight for the next day to St. Cloud. There were still seats available, a bit pricey, but tolerable. Next, she booked a car rental, which was quickly settled. Then she packed her suitcase. While in Morris, Wu Lei told her husband, Zheng Jiaming, during dinner that Tiannv was coming to visit for Christmas. Jiaming raised an eyebrow, said "Oh," and then simply replied, seemingly unconcerned. Wu Lei asked, "Do you know who Tiannv is?" Jiaming paused, then said, "Isn't she just that famous pseudonym from your website? You know I frequent your website; I'm not completely clueless. " Wu Lei said, "Tiannv is a universally acknowledged beauty; you can't let her seduce you." Jiaming laughed, "Meeting online is risky; the chances of disappointment are high. But I've seen her blog and a few scattered photos; she's really quite nice. " Wu Lei said, "Look, look, you're already praising her before we've even met." However, she is indeed very talented; she writes excellent poetry and prose, is beautiful, and has a friendly personality. I have no objection if you become a fan of hers. Oh, her real name is Zhou Wanyue. Jiaming said, "I won't interfere with your online meeting." Chapter Three: The drive from St. Cloud to Maurice takes more than two hours. There are few vehicles along the way, and the snow piles high on both sides, a vast expanse of white. Wanyue recalled a scene from the movie Fargo, where the kidnapper tries to bury the ransom in an easily recognizable spot so he can retrieve it later. Right under a telephone pole, he looks to his left—a vast expanse of white; he looks to his right also a vast expanse of white. What kind of despair is that? Maurice is very close to Fargo; the scenery from the movie is right beside her. Wanyue thought of this scene and felt it was so vividly portrayed, so she smiled slightly.

She got up. But then, thinking about her situation, she sighed again. She decided not to think about it for the next few days.

It was dusk when the car approached Morris. The roadside gas station was deserted, as if it had been abandoned
for years. The town ahead was eerily quiet, like a dead town. Only after entering the town did she begin to see
smoke rising from many chimneys, offering little warmth in the dim night. As

soon as Wu Lei opened the door, Wanyue felt a wave of warmth wash over her. The house was noisy, filled with steam
and laughter . Seeing Wanyue enter, everyone looked towards the door, the voices thinned, and then fell
silent.

Wu Lei looked very much like her photo, and seemed very excited, saying, "Wanyue, I'm so happy you could come!"

Wanyue said, "You've recovered very well!"

Wu Lei said, "You look so beautiful today!"

The two hugged, and Wanyue handed over a gift, saying it was for the baby.

Wu Lei called into the house, "Jiaming, come here!"

Jiaming was tall, thin yet muscular, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and had a refined and elegant appearance, somewhat like a scholar from
the 1930s . He came over and stood next to Wu Lei, holding a wine glass in his left hand, his eyes smiling as they landed on
Wanyue's face.

Wu Lei shoved the gift into Jiaming's chest, pointed to Wanyue, and said, "This is the celestial maiden Zhou Wanyue," then to Wanyue
, "This is Zheng Jiaming, my husband."

Jiaming placed the gift on a small table beside him, extended his hand to shake Wanyue's, and said, "It's an honor to meet you."

Jiaming's hands were large, dry, and warm.

Wanyue smiled and said, "You know me."

Jiaming said, "I often visit your website, but more importantly, Wu Lei often talks about you. You're
a big shot , a rare guest, a distinguished guest." "Oh, don't stand at the door, please come in, it's cold outside.

" After Wanyue entered, the sounds of conversation in the room resumed, but all eyes were focused on her.

Wanyue wore a purple sweater, gray casual pants, and a black down jacket. Her hair was casually tied back.
Her attire was extremely ordinary, but she was tall and beautiful. Her natural beauty was undeniable
, though lacking any seductive allure.

Wu Lei led Wanyue into the bedroom prepared for her. Wanyue took off her down jacket, tidied herself up slightly, and went to the master
bedroom to check on the sleeping child. It was a girl, with delicate features, and she looked very much like Wu Lei.

Wanyue said, "She looks like you, so pretty. She'll definitely be a great beauty when she grows up."

Wu Lei said, "She looks like me, but her personality is like her father's. She's easy to take care of. "

Wu Lei led Wanyue back to the living room. Several Chinese people came over, surrounding Wanyue,
expressing their admiration and fondness for her writing. Wanyue smiled and answered them all, then said she was going to get some food and excused herself
.

Jiaming came over and asked if the journey was smooth, mentioning a notorious back alley from St. Cloud to Morris
. The road was straight but the speed limit was low, and police officers were frequently seen. He had been arrested several times.

Wanyue said she had a smooth journey, encountering no trouble and rarely seeing any cars.

Seeing Wu Lei approaching, Jiaming said, "You two chat, I'll go over there and look after him."

Wu Lei asked, "Is he alright?"

Wanyue laughed, "You've been married for so many years, why are you still asking this kind of question?" "Yes, he's very good, he seems quite caring
."

An American came over to greet Wanyue; he was a colleague of Jiaming's from his department. Hearing that Wanyue was from Boston
, he quickly introduced himself as a Harvard graduate, then spoke of Boston
with great familiarity .

Wanyue responded casually, her eyes darting around.

Jiaming looked over, smiled at her, and nodded slightly in greeting, then continued his
focused conversation with the person next to him.

Jiaming's demeanor seemed natural, but Wanyue still felt his focused attention when chatting with others was a bit
exaggerated . It was like when a man on the subway would sneak peeks at Wanyue, and if her gaze happened to fall on him,
he would quickly look away, purely to cover it up.

Since Wanyue noticed this exaggeration, she couldn't help but pay attention out of curiosity, and thus clearly felt Jiaming
's eyes constantly searching for her. Wanyue was always the center of attention, so she
was used to . But she could still discern something special in Jiaming's eyes; besides scrutiny, there was also a hint
of inquiry and concern, like that of an old friend. Although he was far away, and she couldn't quite pinpoint
what was, she was still puzzled.

The guests gradually left. Since Wanyue didn't need to put in any effort, this party
was . But she still liked the sudden quiet in the room.

The three of them cleaned up the leftover plates and dishes together. Wu Lei said, "Wasn't that Harvard guy just now constantly talking about
Boston ? He seizes every opportunity to mention Harvard, as if he wants the whole world to know."

Wanyue smiled and said yes. The two chatted about the things in the jar, teasing the two male pseudonyms in the group, saying that men can be quite fierce when they're
jealous .

Jiaming interjected, asking, "Does Wu Lei have many suitors?"

Wanyue said, "Of course! Many people have a crush on her, you'd better keep an eye on her.

" Wu Lei yelled at Wanyue, "Get lost!" with a grin on her face, looking very happy.

Jiaming also smiled at Wu Lei and said, "You won't get kidnapped, will you?"

Wu Lei said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Go away."

Jiaming made a face at Wanyue and obediently went to another table to clean up. Wanyue laughed.

Unlike before when there were many people, now the three of them were huddled together cleaning up, and Wanyue and Jiaming secretly
observed . Jiaming's expression was usually very calm, and when he looked at people, his eyes were clear, serious, and attentive.
When he smiled, his whole face became very lively and infectious, making people feel that the happiness was emanating from the bottom of his heart
.

Wanyue considered using "radiant" to describe that smile, but felt it was a bit too ornate. She
couldn't think of . When he looked at Wanyue, his face always held a smile, his gaze seemingly filled with gentle concern.

Perhaps he knew about her recent situation from Wu Lei? But how did Wu Lei know? Wu Lei seemed very
carefree . But even if he knew, as Wu Lei's husband, and someone she wasn't close to, that concern seemed
a bit excessive.

After tidying up and washing up, Wanyue leaned against the pillows on the bed, preparing to sleep.
Jiaming's probing and concerned gaze kept flashing through her mind, leaving her feeling still confused.

Chapter Four:

Someone knocked on her door. Wanyue said, "Come in." Seeing Wu Lei peeking in, she asked, "May I come in?" Wanyue said yes.
"Ah.

" Wu Lei, wearing loose pajamas, said, "I want to lie down with you for a while and talk, okay?"

Wanyue lifted the covers, patted her left side, and said, "Come here."

Wu Lei leaned against the pillows and obediently lay down next to her. Wanyue was tall, and Wu Lei was short; her head was almost on
Wanyue's shoulder.

Wanyue said, "Don't you take care of the child at night?"

Wu Lei said, "I left him with Jiaming. It's rare for you to come, and he agreed to take care of the child so we can talk."

Wanyue said, "Your husband is quite capable; he can even take care of such a small child."

Wu Lei said, "Of course, I trained him."

Wanyue said, "Your husband seems like a very nice person."

Wu Lei said, "He is a good person, but sometimes I feel he's really boring, always lukewarm, without any passion."

Wanyue said, "We've been married for several years, what more do you want? It's like dry wood burning with passion every day; it'll burn us to death."

Wu Lei said, "It's not like that. I mean, it's his personality; it's hard for him to get excited.

" Wanyue asked, "How did you two get married?"

Wu Lei said, "I met him in college, he was two years ahead of me. I thought he was a good person back then. I wasn't wrong about that.

But after we got married, his lukewarm attitude was unbearable.

" Wanyue said, "It's good enough that he's a good person, don't be too demanding. Passion is something
you can .

" Wu Lei seemed thoughtful and slowly said, "That's true. "

Wanyue looked at her and sensed something was off, so she asked abruptly, "You have a story?"

Wu Lei blushed and said, "No, no."

Wanyue laughed, "I've been through this, it's okay for you to tell me."

Wu Lei stammered, "There was one time, I told you not to tell anyone."

Wanyue said, "If you trust me, then tell me; if you don't trust me, then you don't have to."

Wu Lei hesitated for a moment, then lowered her voice and whispered in Wanyue's ear, "Last spring, there was a French boy in my French class
named Pierre. He was already very good at French, but he took this course by taking advantage of a loophole in the school system
to get an A." Not only was he incredibly handsome, but his deep voice in French was absolutely mesmerizing. He knew I
had a crush on him, and he would often come to my office under the pretense of answering questions, winking and making faces at me. Before he went back to France for summer vacation, he asked
me to tutor him in Chinese. I thought I could earn some money, and he was so handsome, and we'd have a great time together,
so I agreed.

And then, you know, in the summer, with fewer clothes, we ended up having sex. He was young and strong, and every time
he was with me, I felt like I was going to die. Back then, there was no one else in his dorm, so we made love everywhere—the kitchen,
the bedroom, the bathroom. While he was with me, he would whisper sweet nothings in my ear in French, and I felt like I was melting. I've
never felt so satisfied in my life. During that time, I was so infatuated with him that I wanted to be with him every day.

As Wu Lei spoke, she seemed to be immersed in the past. To lower her voice, she was a little excited, and her mouth
was very close to Wanyue's ear, making Wanyue's ear tickle. Wu Lei's words reminded her
of the , her own frenzy, and her heart fluttered.

Wanyue calmed herself and asked, "Does your husband know?"

Wu Lei said, "Of course he doesn't know, otherwise it would be terrible."

Wanyue asked again, "Did you fall in love with that Pierre?"

Wu Lei said, "No. He seems a bit dependent on me. Before returning home, he cried and said he wouldn't come back or anything
. If he hadn't gone back, I wouldn't have been so open. Once he left, I completely returned to normal.
It's like a bout of madness; it's over now.

" Wanyue asked, "Is that all? Did you see each other afterward?"

Wu Lei said, "No. Just through a few emails. At first, he said a lot of sweet nothings. I just wanted to
laugh when I read them; it wasn't nearly as sexy as when he held me and whispered in my ear. But he complimented me on being sexy, charming, and cute, which
I quite liked. Later, we gradually contacted each other less. We'd just send an email to greet each other around holidays." A while ago
, she was saying she'd changed girlfriends again, this time a Spanish girl, but she still missed that summer
.

Wanyue laughed, "And then you reformed and had a baby with your husband?"

Wu Lei said, "Yes. Thinking about it, I feel bad for him; he's an old scholar, unlike you and your brother-in-law who are so open-minded.
" Sister , you've definitely experienced more than me, can you tell me your story?

Wanyue half-jokingly said, "There's so much to say. If I really wanted to tell it, I'd have to stay here for two or three months.

" Wu Lei said, "It's okay, you can stay as many days as you want. We're both on vacation, no problem. Even if we weren't on vacation,
I wouldn't be busy."

Wanyue said, "Forget it, there's really not much to say. At first, there was a lot of novelty, and I was quite unrestrained
for a while . But later, it just became the same. At first, dating someone was a bit romantic, but later, whenever I
met a guy I liked, I was eager to get him into bed, and as soon as it was over, I wanted him to get lost." "I've tried
quite a few methods. When your brother-in-law came over, we even swapped. Now that I think about it, it seems like the only thing I haven't done is with a woman.
I'd like to try it if I have the chance."

Wanyue had thought about this before, and now she said it naturally without really thinking about it, but Wu Lei had
an idea . She was a big fan of Wanyue online, admiring her talent and character. Seeing her in person today, she was completely captivated. Wanyue
sometimes spoke too casually in the brothel, and those who envied and were jealous of her could deduce her and Dajie's
situation from between the lines. Wu Lei also vaguely knew some things. The things Wanyue had done outside of marriage would have been absolutely despicable to Wu Lei if it happened to anyone else
, but in Wanyue's case, they were actually somewhat attractive. Now that the two of them were lying in bed together, she
really wanted to try it with Wanyue.

Wu Lei turned to her side and rubbed her nipple against Wanyue's body, and Wanyue understood. She laughed and said, "Little girl,
are you having impure thoughts?" She felt Wu Lei's nipple was already hard, pressing against her arm.

Wu Lei said coquettishly, "Sister, teach me."

Wanyue said, "Didn't I already say I have no experience either?"

Wu Lei, with a cheeky grin, said, "Then let's play together, okay?"

Wanyue looked at Wu Lei's young, round face, rosy and charmingly cute. She kissed
her forehead, thinking, "Why not?"

Wanyue's hand slipped inside Wu Lei's nightgown and began to knead her breasts.

Wu Lei's breasts were full, and Wanyue's slender hand easily grasped them. As soon as she touched them, Wu Lei closed
her eyes and let out a soft moan.

Wu Lei's hand also reached out. Her hand was fleshy and felt very comfortable against her breasts. Wanyue relaxed
her body and mind , letting her senses follow the pleasure.

Wu Lei quickly became aroused, and soon she straddled Wan Yue, her private parts rubbing against Wan Yue's hips.

Wan Yue subtly adjusted her position, letting Wu Lei's neck rest on her left arm, her left hand bending over
to caress Wu Lei's left breast. Her right hand then moved down Wu Lei's lower abdomen, pressing against Wu Lei's genitals. Wu Lei opened
her legs and then used her hand to touch Wan Yue's private parts.

A woman's hands are truly different, Wan Yue thought. Although Wu Lei's hands were a little clumsy, they were still much gentler
than .

When Wan Yue inserted two fingers, Wu Lei's eyes began to glaze over, her waist began to twist, her
legs opened and closed repeatedly, and she murmured, "Sister, I like you so much, sister, I like you so much," her lips seemingly
searching for something.

Wan Yue's fingers explored inside for a while, finding a spot where Wu Lei reacted intensely, and began to gently rub and tease it
, her lips also moving closer to Wu Lei's. As soon as they touched, Wu Lei's tongue curled up around it. Wu Lei, no longer caring about Wan Yue,
released her hands from Wan Yue and grabbed the sheets.

Wan Yue's tongue entwined with Wu Lei's, her left hand pinching Wu Lei's left nipple, her right palm pressing on Wu Lei's
clitoris, her fingers rubbing that spot incessantly inside her.

Wu Lei's breathing quickened, then she convulsed, letting out a
long while, she said, "Sister, I'm coming.

" Wan Yue said, "You're so sensitive. You came so quickly."

Wu Lei looked at Wan Yue dazedly and said, "Sister, you're so amazing, I feel so good, thank you." She turned over
, her left hand resting on Wan Yue, wanting to hug her, and then she fell asleep.

Wan Yue looked at Wu Lei's face, now fast asleep, feeling bewildered and both amused and exasperated.

It was truly a strange night. Wan Yue had come alone to this remote town, and yet she had engaged in such intimate behavior with a female online friend she had just
met . This scene unexpectedly made Wanyue feel far away from
the place that troubled her, giving her a hazy, unreal yet relaxed feeling.

Wu Lei's buttocks were very fleshy. Wanyue pushed Wu Lei, who was pressing against her, slightly to the left. Wu Lei
grumbled and turned her body slightly. Wanyue pressed her right leg against Wu Lei's thigh and rubbed her private parts against Wu Lei's buttocks. After a while, she
felt comfortable and fell asleep.

The baby cried once that night, probably because Jiaming got up to feed the baby. Wanyue woke up and found that Wu Lei had already
left.

Chapter 5

In the morning, when Wanyue was washing up in the bathroom, Wu Lei came in and apologized for falling asleep after finishing last night . She said
she would serve her tonight.

Wanyue pinched her nose and said, "Okay, remember you owe me one. We'll talk about it tonight."

Wu Lei giggled and lingered around Wanyue for a while before leaving.

After breakfast, Jiaming and Wu Lei wanted to take Wanyue around, saying that although the place was small and couldn't compare to Boston, since they were in
Morris, they should look around and enjoy the cool breeze.

The town was small, covered in snow over a meter deep, making it difficult to discern anything. Jiaming and Wu Lei's school
was nearby, so they took a stroll around.

Jiaming mostly pushed a well-wrapped stroller, keeping a distance from them,
comforting the baby when she cried. The baby was well-behaved, but sometimes didn't want to be confined in the stroller and would try to cover herself up, so Jiaming would pick her up
. The daughter seemed attached to her father, but not so much to Wu Lei.

Whether intentionally or not, Jiaming always stayed behind Wanyue and Wu Lei, maintaining a certain
distance , as if giving them a chance to whisper among themselves, but Wanyue knew his eyes
were always following her.

Wanyue was wearing tight jeans today, her long legs and shapely buttocks looking very sexy. She knew her
back was alluring, because without a face or eyes to distract, a man's gaze would be drawn entirely to her body.

Wanyue composed herself, seemingly casually exuding a subtle ambiguity. Last night, while the three of them were cleaning the house together
, Wanyue felt a sense of relaxation and comfort in Jiaming's presence, and she developed a strong liking for him.
Coupled with her intimacy with Wu Lei the previous night, Wanyue became somewhat unrestrained, and without any guilt, she wanted to tease Jiaming.

Jiaming's face was constantly smiling; he knew that Wanyue's radiant demeanor
wasn't without purpose. It was a game that made people tense, relaxed, and ultimately, pleasurable.

They had lunch at a panerabard in Downtown, then walked around
for a bit, discussing whether to eat out or cook at home for dinner. Wanyue was too lazy to go out and wanted to stay at Wu Lei's
house , playing with the children, watching online programs, and chatting, mentioning that it wasn't good for the children to be out for so long.

Jiaming and Wu Lei thought it made sense.

After returning home, the children fell asleep. The three of them huddled in the kitchen; Wu Lei and Wanyue sat at the bar, drinking tea and eating
sunflower seeds, watching Jiaming cook.

Women, once they start gossiping, never stop. Having spent a long time in the kitchen, Wanyue knew a lot of inside information and could readily recall
numerous anecdotes and gossip.

Watching Jiaming cook was a pleasure. He washed and chopped vegetables, preparing methodically, his movements like
flowing musical notes. Between stir-fries, he'd tidier the stove, wash empty plates, and even chat with them. Wu Lei
thought Jiaming was meddling, but
Wanyue didn't. She even somewhat enjoyed Jiaming's conversations; his words always felt familiar, his concern subtle yet palpable. Perhaps being a teacher made
interacting a little different?

Jiaming prepared four dishes: beef with chili peppers, shrimp with eggs, hot and sour cabbage, and boiled fish fillets, saying, "This is a small
place , there's not much Chinese food, just make do."

Wanyue tasted each dish and said, "Very good, looks refreshing, and tastes delicious."

Jiaming brought out two bottles of red wine, opened one, poured some for Wanyue, Wu Lei, and himself, then sat down
opposite .

Wu Lei couldn't hold her liquor and only dared to drink a little. Wan Yue, on the other hand, had a high tolerance for alcohol, drinking as soon as she was poured. Jia Ming was astonished by this,
and his mood became high. He became more talkative, saying, "In your literary forum, the left and right are arguing fiercely, but it's all just the two of us talking at cross purposes. Both sides are full of prejudice, yet they are unaware of it and stubbornly believe they possess the truth. Everyone knows the story of the five blind men, but those people are all similar blind men. The most undesirable thing is prejudice. I went to our local church before. On Christmas morning, everyone was joyfully celebrating the birth of Jesus. But think about it, Jesus was misled by people's prejudice and was killed. But people turned..."

They forget what they've done, worshipping him like a god, praising him with glee. Then,
they repeat the same acts: prejudice, murder, and then praise. Take Turing after World War II, for example. He was
accused of homosexuality, the government drugged him, driving him to suicide. Fifty or sixty years later, the Queen claimed to have pardoned him and even
commended his achievements. How could this be? I think it should be the Queen being pardoned by Turing. Like Jesus said,
"You do not know, but I forgive you." So I think on Christmas, we shouldn't be too unrestrained in our joy, but
rather repent and strive not to repeat the same mistakes. Wu

Lei said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Stop nagging about religion."

Wan Yue laughed and said, "Since you have such opinions, why don't you come to our 'Jia Ming' (a nickname for a drinker)?"

Jia Ming said, "No, there's already someone making a ruckus in our house. It wouldn't be appropriate for me to join in
. With me here, Wu Lei's antics would just get in the way."

Wu Lei said, "I'm posting seriously, not making a ruckus."

Wan Yue sized up Wu Lei and Jia Ming, knowing that Jia Ming usually didn't have any interesting drinking partners, so she wanted
to cheer him up today. Therefore, she tried to entice Jia Ming to speak his mind. When the two clinked glasses, she tried to win him over with her
eyes , but Jia Ming remained calm, looking at her steadily with gentle, spring-like eyes, which made
Wan Yue feel flustered.

Wu Lei was a little unhappy that Jia Ming was too excited and talkative, but seeing that Wan Yue was also happy, she
gave up on trying to soothe him.

Jia Ming appeared calm on the surface, but inside he was burning with anxiety. All day he was captivated by Wanyue's silhouette, his
hormones raging. Now, with her ample bosom and unrestrained gaze before him, his lower body felt uncomfortably strained.

He was fine chatting away, but seeing Wanyue sip her drink made him want
to pounce on her and kiss her. Knowing he couldn't hold his liquor as well as her, he knew things would go wrong, so he excused himself to the restroom.
Thinking of how Wanyue had stood up in front of him, her bulging triangle of skin stretched taut by her jeans,
almost within reach, he suddenly ejaculated.

Wanyue followed him into the restroom and immediately caught the scent. He chuckled to himself, feeling triumphant
and pleased with himself. But the scent lingered in his nostrils, reigniting his desire, making it
difficult to control himself. Back at the table, he quietly told Wu Lei he wanted to rest early and that she didn't need to come.

After washing up, Wanyue lay on the bed and began to caress herself, imagining herself standing tall in front of Jiaming, rubbing
her private parts against his nose, then pulling down her jeans, exposing her private parts, with Jiaming's mouth licking her genitals.
She rubbed her clitoris and released comfortably. She slept soundly that night, not waking until dawn.

The next morning, Wu Lei came in and started making a ruckus again.

Wanyue said, "Isn't this inappropriate? Does your husband know you're coming?"

Wu Lei said, "He's still asleep."

Wanyue teased, "Was it that yesterday?"

Wu Lei blushed and said, "Yes, Jiaming was like he was on drugs last night, he was up to something for a long time. I asked him if it was
related to you, but he denied it."

Wanyue laughed and said, "Don't talk nonsense, it has nothing to do with me."

Wu Lei insisted, "I think it definitely is, he rarely acts like this. You were so sexy yesterday,
I was thinking of you when he was up to me. Hey, sister, do you think this counts as a threesome?"

Wanyue spat at her and said, "Is there such a threesome? I wasn't there. Don't drag me into your business."

Wanyue's plane ticket was for today. After breakfast, Wu Lei eagerly asked Wanyue to stay and change her ticket, offering to pay the extra cost
. Wanyue glanced at Jiaming, seeing that he remained noncommittal. Wanyue worried that staying any longer would lead to trouble. Wu Lei
might be tempted by her own experiences, and she wasn't sure if she could handle it. She'd even lose her friend
. She already had enough trouble; getting involved with this couple would only cause more problems. She came to
relax , not to cause trouble, so she'd already decided to leave. She just wanted to see Jiaming's reaction. His lack of
attempt to stop her was expected; he was probably more worried about something going wrong.

Throughout the journey, Jiaming had left a lasting impression on Wanyue.

Back in Boston, Wanyue often thought about the scent Jiaming left in the bathroom, a smug feeling creeping over her,
a sweet smile playing on her lips.

[To be continued]

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