Jia Baoyu's Happy Life: Yuan Chun's Chapter

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(Part 1)

Yuan-chun is back! She's passing through the provincial capital.

Bao-yu returned from making a phone call at the corner store, his face still beaming with excitement. Bao-chai, who was shelling beans with Yu-chuan and Ying-qiao, turned around and saw him, asking with a smile, "What's up? Why are you so happy?"

Bao-yu blurted out, "My eldest sister is back! We're going back to the provincial capital tomorrow!" As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Yu-chuan and Ying-qiao lower their heads, and his heart sank.

Bao-chai, however, was very happy: "Going home? Great! Bao-qin is so bored at home all by herself. She called the day before yesterday to urge me to go!" Bao-yu stared blankly, seemingly not having heard clearly: "Oh?"

Bao-yu sat down beside her. Yu-chuan bit her lip and didn't say a word, just kept shelling beans with her head down. Bao-yu felt a pang of sadness and watched silently.

In the afternoon, in the kitchen, Baoyu saw Yuchuan come in for a drink of water. He couldn't help but call out, "Chuan'er—" Yuchuan had her back to him and didn't answer.

Baoyu sighed, went over, and gently turned her small shoulders, saying softly, "Chuan'er—I, I have to go now." Yuchuan turned around and buried her face in his chest. Baoyu brushed the fine hairs by her ear and saw tears in her eyes, a few strands of hair damp with them. His heart ached, but he didn't know how to comfort her, so he just gently patted her back.

After a while, Yuchuan raised her stubborn little face and said, "Tonight!—Tonight I'll give you everything!" Her eyes were fixed on Baoyu.

Baoyu looked away and shook his head. Yu Chuan looked at him defiantly, and Bao Yu sighed, "Perhaps—in the future—?"

Tears welled up in Yu Chuan's eyes again, and Bao Yu, unable to bear watching, turned away.

That night, Bao Yu locked himself in his room, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. The next day, when they were leaving, Yu Chuan, still unwashed, leaned against her door, watching from afar. Bao Chai called out, "Cousin, you've come to the provincial capital!" She only gave a lazy smile.

When the two of them were alone, Bao Chai suddenly said, "It's all your fault!" Bao Yu's heart skipped a beat; he knew Bao Chai had already noticed the strangeness between him and Yu Chuan. He remained silent and continued on to the provincial capital.

Bao Chai didn't make things difficult for Bao Yu, her expression as usual, which reassured him somewhat. He stayed at the school, waiting for Yuan Chun's arrival. For several nights in a row, Baoyu couldn't sleep, tossing and turning, his mind filled with memories of his childhood with Yuanchun.

The sky of his childhood was always so blue, the earth so vast and open. Baoyu remembered that his little hand was always held by Yuanchun; her hand was so gentle, and when it was sweaty, their hands were sticky, yet they couldn't bear to let go. Standing in the strong wind, Yuanchun's hair and the hem of her clothes would constantly brush against Baoyu's face. Baoyu grew up like this, year after year.

Yuanchun was seven years older than Baoyu. When Baoyu was little, his mother, Wang, was busy with housework, so Yuanchun usually took care of him. His second sister, Yingchun, was introverted, and his third sister, Tanchun, was stubborn and unyielding. Only Yuanchun was gentle and understanding, and she doted on Baoyu the most, taking care of almost everything from meals and clothing to changing his clothes. The eldest sister is like a mother—this description of Yuanchun couldn't be more fitting.

Baoyu loved to sneak into his sisters' beds early in the morning, nestled against Yuanchun's soft chest and ribs, finding her fragrance delightful, and even managing to drift off to sleep a little later.

When Yuanchun went to work in the fields and mountains, she often took Baoyu with her. While Yuanchun worked, he played, busily nibbling on the wild grasses on the mountains, the loaches in the fields, and the little fish in the river. Sometimes, when Yuanchun needed to urinate, she would have Baoyu stand guard, watching to see if anyone was coming. Baoyu was very proud, looking around like a sentry. Sometimes, he would catch a glimpse of Yuanchun's white bottom under her flowered dress in the low grass and giggle. Yuanchun, squatting nearby, would blush and give him a disapproving look, then laugh herself.

Once, Yuan-chun was walking along when she suddenly felt the urge to urinate. She put down what she was holding and squatted down to urinate in front of Bao-yu. Bao-yu was astonished to see for the first time that his sister had a small mouth below her, making a hissing sound as clear water sprayed out, some of it flowing between her fair legs—a sight both strange and new.

On their way home, passing a stream, Bao-yu played in the water, and Yuan-chun splashed water to wash her face and feet. Her trousers were rolled up, revealing her fair and radiant legs. Yuan-chun also helped Bao-yu wash his face; the cool, soft sensation brushing against his skin sometimes made Bao-yu unable to distinguish between Yuan-chun's hand and the stream water.

Yuan-chun was gentle on the outside but firm on the inside. Although Bao-yu often pestered her, he became very obedient whenever she frowned slightly. The scene that Baoyu remembers most vividly from his childhood is of Yuanchun holding a book and helping him with his homework under the dim light. The light shone on Yuanchun's focused face, and Baoyu thought she was particularly beautiful.
Yuanchun was leaving for Shenzhen when Baoyu was in fifth grade. As she left, Baoyu felt a deep sadness and silently followed her for ten miles. He followed her every step she took; if she told him to go back, he would stop and remain silent; if she urged him to run back, he would catch up again. In the end, Baoyu didn't cry, but Yuanchun was moved to tears the whole way. Yuanchun

first worked for a foreign company, then rose to supervisor, and later became a senior white-collar worker. A few years ago, she married and moved to Hong Kong. He had only returned home once for the Spring Festival to visit his family, meaning Baoyu hadn't seen Yuanchun for over four years.
What would his elder sister look like in four years? In the past two or three years, Baoyu had grown rapidly, much taller, and he thought that when he saw her again, he would definitely give her a shock!

When Yuanchun arrived, she didn't let Baoyu meet her at the airport, but only told him to wait for her at the Lihua Hotel. After all, they were siblings, and as soon as Yuanchun got out of the car, Baoyu went to greet her: "Sister!" His face flushed and his heart pounded as he called out.

Yuanchun, however, squinted her eyes for a moment, then gradually smiled: "Stone!" She reached out and patted Baoyu's head. Yuanchun's skin was delicate and supple, glowing red and white in the sunlight, as if water could be squeezed out of it. Wearing a pale yellow silk suit that fluttered in the wind, she appeared full-figured and graceful. When Yuan Chun touched his head, Bao Yu's nose tingled slightly, but he managed to suppress it and managed a smile.

He immediately refused to let the hotel staff carry his luggage, grabbing it himself. Yuan Chun smiled and followed suit, all the while observing Bao Yu closely.

The last time she saw Bao Yu, he only reached Yuan Chun's shoulder, with a childlike, delicate appearance. Now, however, he was taller than her, a handsome and dashing young man. When he smiled, his full lips and white teeth were both kind and charming. He carried the luggage with ease, his steps were brisk, and his waist was strong and powerful, a delightful sight to behold.

Baoyu started carrying the luggage, feeling quite relaxed at first, but it grew heavier and heavier with each lift, his arms aching. He endured the pain, talking to Yuanchun as if it were

nothing. But once they reached the room, his arms cramped up, and as soon as he put the luggage down, he collapsed to the floor, panting. Yuanchun noticed and laughed, making Baoyu blush bright red. Embarrassed, Baoyu stood up, but then, with a "rip," his trousers tore in the crotch. His wet shorts, revealing nothing underneath, dangled loosely. Yuanchun, still laughing, saw this, her face turning crimson. She spat out, "You silly Baoyu!" and turned away, a smirk still playing on her lips.

Baoyu covered his crotch, dumbfounded. Yuan-chun reacted quickly: "Go to bed quickly, take off your pants, and mend them." She called over a waiter, who actually had a needle and thread. Yuan-chun took out a pair of her own pajamas and had Bao-yu put them on. Bao-yu was both amused and exasperated, but he had

no choice but to put them on. They were light, soft, and comfortable. When he was little, Bao-yu often wore Yuan-chun's clothes. He never thought that he would have to wear them again now that he was so old. The thought that he was wearing his sister's pajamas against his skin made him feel a little strange, and his lower body involuntarily became erect.
Yuan-chun was looking at Bao-yu with a smile when she suddenly noticed that his penis had silently become erect. How could she not know what was going on? Her face burned, and she turned away, her heart pounding. When they were little, Yuan Chun often helped Bao Yu with his clothes and trousers. She was used to seeing his things, but she never imagined he would grow up to be so shocking. Looking at his erection, it was clearly a size larger than her husband's!

Yuan Chun tucked her hair behind her ear, straightened her back, composed herself, and said calmly, "Shi Tou, throw these tattered trousers over here, I'll sew them up for you." She took the needle and thread, spread her hands, first licking the thread to her lips, then threading it through the needle with practiced ease.

Bao Yu hesitated, however. Every time he changed his trousers, he couldn't help but smell them, and there was always a strange odor in his crotch area.

Yuan Chun turned around and urged, "Hurry up!" Bao Yu reluctantly threw them over. Yuan Chun lowered her head and began to sew. It felt like we were back in our childhood, with Yuan-chun sitting at the table mending clothes while Bao-yu watched her in a daze.

Baoyu felt a warm, comforting sensation in his chest, making him feel dizzy and quite pleasant. As he drew closer, he saw that Yuanchun's hair was tied up, revealing a neck of snow-white skin beneath her eyes. He heard her softly ask, "At school, who washes your clothes?"
Baoyu replied, "No one else, I do it myself."

Yuanchun chuckled nasally, "You've always been a lazybones, and you know how to wash clothes?"

Baoyu laughed, "I just put in laundry detergent and stir it around."

Yuanchun giggled, "Have you found a girlfriend yet?"

Baoyu thought to himself, "Baochai certainly won't wash my clothes, at least not now." He chuckled, "She'll be coming to see you later."

Yuanchun turned her face, "Oh?" Because Baoyu was so close, they almost touched; their warm breaths brushed against each other, and they quickly looked away.

Yuan-chun smiled: "Bao-yu's all grown up now, he even has a girlfriend. What does she

look like?" Bao-yu blurted out, "She looks a bit like you." Then, a little confused, he realized Bao-chai and Yuan-chun really did resemble each other somewhat.

Yuan-chun giggled: "Like me? That's too ordinary."

Bao-yu's throat itched, and he finally said, "It would be better if she looked like you, sister. I love your looks the most."
Yuan-chun turned her face, her brows slightly furrowed, a hint of amusement in her question: "You've really grown up, you know how to make girls happy."

Bao-yu remained silent. Yuan-chun finished sewing and bent down to bite the needle and thread. Suddenly, a pungent, musty smell wafted towards her nose—the smell of dried semen. She froze, her face flushing. Bao-yu, already terrified, had run to the bathroom.

Upon emerging and seeing Yuan Chun's composed expression, Bao Yu sheepishly approached her. For a moment, the two remained silent.
Yuan Chun smiled and lightly patted the chair in front of her: "Sit here, let me take a good look at you." Bao Yu sat down, dramatically offering his face. Yuan Chun playfully tapped his head, laughing, "Nonsense! You don't need to get so close to look!" Bao Yu smiled and sat properly. Yuan Chun touched her face with one hand, staring blankly, sighing, but saying nothing.

Bao Yu also looked at Yuan Chun. He couldn't quite place what was on her face, but there was a remarkably similar expression to his own—a fair, round face, full and captivating, both familiar and somewhat strange. Her skin was fair and well-maintained, but a few fine lines were creeping around her eyes, and there was a subtle weariness in her face, adding a touch of charming young womanly grace to her features.

Over the years, Yuan Chun rarely returned home, yet she had helped her family immensely. First, the family moved from the countryside to the city; then Ying Chun and Tan Chun got married; and Bao Yu went to university. Yuan Chun always sent money. Could she, a single woman far away, manage everything smoothly? Yuan Chun didn't ask, and her family rarely inquired, simply believing that Yuan Chun was intelligent and capable, able to handle anything on her own.

Baoyu watched quietly, and suddenly a feeling of pity and concern welled up within him. He couldn't help but call out, "Sister!" He placed his hand on Yuanchun's jade-like hand, holding it tenderly and reluctantly, while that hand remained on his cheek.
Yuanchun's heart fluttered, and she too was overcome with tenderness. She withdrew her gaze, her eyes flickered, and a forced smile appeared on her lips: "My little stone has finally grown up." Baoyu was startled, a fleeting sadness crossing her eyes. He asked, "Sister, are you doing well in Hong Kong?"

Yuanchun replied calmly, "What's wrong? I have food and clothes." Then, she smiled again, stood up, and said, "Alright, when is your little girlfriend coming? Can I take a shower first?"
Baoyu smiled and said, "Sister, go ahead and shower. Tell her to wait a bit when she arrives."

Yuanchun took some toiletries and went into the bathroom. Baoyu sat on the edge of the bed, sinking into the soft Simmons mattress. Looking around the room, the main color scheme was pale yellow, creating a warm and elegant atmosphere. There were two Simmons mattresses, both with white covers and yellow mattresses. The French windows were covered with pale yellow velvet that reached the floor, and from the corner that was visible, one could see an outer layer of white gauze.

Listening to the rushing water from the bathroom, Baoyu felt a sweet joy of reuniting with loved ones after a long separation. He smiled and recalled some things from his childhood.

"Baoyu! Baoyu!" came the call. For a moment, Baoyu thought it was Baochai who had arrived. He got out of bed and realized it was Yuanchun calling from the bathroom, so he responded.

Yuan Chun said, "I forgot to bring a bath towel. It's in my bag. Could you get it for me and hand it to me?"

Bao Yu replied with an "Oh," then remembered and asked, "Isn't there one in the bathroom?"

Yuan Chun said, "I don't need theirs. I brought my own."

Bao Yu took the bath towel, and suddenly his heart began to pound wildly. His sister must be completely naked inside, right? He could picture Yuan Chun's bare body before his eyes.

When he reached the bathroom door, he knocked, his heart pounding in his throat. The door opened, and Yuan Chun revealed only her face, an arm covered in soap, and half a bare shoulder. She smiled and said, "What are you daydreaming about?"

Bao Yu hurriedly handed it to her. His sister's skin was so white, it was dazzling in front of him. Her bare shoulder had smooth, delicate skin and well-proportioned bones, with a texture that seemed to be a mixture of white jade and silk. He walked back to the bedside, and hearing the sound of water again, he couldn't calm down. The sound of water splashed in waves, soaking his heart and stirring up a sense of unease. Baoyu felt his breath was scalding hot, and his body became restless. He paced back and forth, unsure of what to do.

Just then, Baochai arrived. Yuanchun had booked the room long ago, and Baoyu had given her the address and number.

Baochai stopped at the door, glanced at Baoyu first, then looked past him into the room. Baoyu said softly, "Sister is taking a bath." Baochai's expression relaxed a little, and Baoyu pulled her to sit down on the bedside.

After a while, Baochai pushed him away, saying, "It's unbearably hot, stop fooling around." Baoyu's hands, however, remained busy beneath Baochai's clothes, panting heavily, his eyes somewhat glazed, his breath hot against Baochai's neck. Baochai knew her sister was in the bathroom and could come out at any moment, but her body was weak and powerless, a heat rising between her legs, a ticklish, uncontrollable clenching, and she went limp in Baoyu's arms.

Baochai was wearing a floral silk skirt today; Baoyu lifted it up, pulled off her underwear, and thrust inside, pressing her body down and pumping hard. His face, hovering above Baochai, twitched and moved back and forth.

Baochai's cheeks flushed crimson. She bit her lip, afraid to make a sound, her eyes fixed on Baoyu. Her body tensed, the intense pleasure almost unbearable. She felt herself gradually succumbing to his ministrations. The soft Simmons mattress swayed, and all she could hear was the sound of her own and Baoyu's breathing.

After a while, Baoyu suddenly tilted his head back, opened his mouth wide, and bit down hard. His thrusts quickened and became more frantic, each one more powerful than the last. Baochai felt as if her lower body was being violently struck, as if she were about to be thrown off balance, the Simmons mattress contorting as if it were about to crumble. Her body suddenly gave way, sliding down the crooked Simmons mattress to the floor, a gush of semen gushing down as she lost control. Baoyu was also pulled down, pressing down on Baochai, his body trembling as he ejaculated wildly, dripping semen everywhere.

Before either of them could get up, the bathroom door knocked softly, and Yuanchun emerged. The two scrambled to their feet. Yuanchun smiled at them and then retreated back into the bathroom. Baochai, blushing with shame, gave Baoyu a hard pinch. Baoyu, somewhat dazed, didn't feel the pain, his expression blank, and together with Baochai, they straightened the Simmons mattress.

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Baochai lowered her head and smiled shyly, but Baoyu gave her a push on the back.

Yuan Chun glanced at her sideways and saw that she was wearing a small, floral blue dress, which was a bit tight but made her look pure and simple. Her face was full and her temperament was reserved; she was the kind of girl who was demure and quiet. She wondered why she had just been fooling around with Bao Yu.

Intentionally or unintentionally, she smiled. Bao Chai shyly hid behind Bao Yu and secretly pinched him again. Bao Yu, whose face was already bruised, was somewhat cowardly and grinned at Yuan Chun, only to be met with a fierce glare from her.

The group stayed in the room for a while, and Bao Yu suggested going to the busiest street in the city, East Street, to stroll around and have lunch there. Yuan-chun wasn't particularly interested, but she liked Bao-chai and wanted to buy her something. So, the group went downstairs, hailed a car, and headed towards the east end of the street.

Yuan-chun sat in the front, while Bao-yu and Bao-chai sat in the back. Bao-chai was holding a grudge against Bao-yu for the embarrassing incident earlier, and the two chatted softly in the back. Yuan-chun, seeing this, smiled but pretended not to hear, looking out the window.

Several years had passed, and the provincial capital had seen many new high-rises, wider roads, and new, well-maintained green belts. Many places seemed familiar yet completely new. Yuan-chun felt a pang of melancholy. The reason she had returned was because she hadn't been home in so long, longing for the warm and lively feeling of her old, run-down place. But everything seemed to have quietly changed.

Back in Hong Kong, her husband had left all the business to her these past few years, spending his days leisurely meeting friends, going to bars, and rarely speaking when he got home. Her in-laws, aside from eating and playing mahjong, didn't seem to care about anything else. Aside from work, Yuan-chun seemed to have little connection to that family. Fortunately, she was shrewd and capable, and the family maintained a facade of politeness and respect towards her. Over time, however, she developed a sense of loneliness, like someone who had been away for a long time. She felt physically and mentally exhausted, empty, as if she had lost something, mixed with a hint of uncertainty and fear about the future.
Having decided to return this time, Yuan-chun herself wasn't sure what she could find.

"Sister, we're here!" Bao-yu patted Yuan-chun's shoulder, waking her from her reverie.

Yuan Chun waved to the driver, and the group got out of the car. They first found a place to eat and then spent half a day strolling through the commercial street.

Yuan Chun bought some clothes for Baochai, picked out a few small items for herself, and then urged Bao Yu to return to the hotel. Bao Yu, worried that Yuan Chun was tired from her recent return, went back to the hotel for a while before hurriedly sending Baochai back, leaving Yuan Chun to rest alone. They arranged to go to Gushan Mountain together the next day.

Gushan Mountain is located in the eastern suburbs of the provincial capital and is a famous scenic spot. By the time they arrived at the foot of the mountain, it was almost noon. There were many tourists during the summer vacation, and the narrow mountain path was crowded with people. In summer, tourists wear very little clothing, and the girls are especially brightly colored and dressed in colorful clothes. Looking around, the winding mountain path is a riot of colors and bustling with activity.
Yuanchun is wearing a casual wide T-shirt today. The fabric has a soft pattern that is common on women's nightgowns, which is rare in the mainland. It looks sensual and charming. The breasts on the front are pointed and look cute under the loose clothes. Wearing elastic thin pants underneath, the thighs are tight against the flesh, fully outlining the plump curves of the two buttocks and thighs, and wearing a sun hat on the head, as if he is a different person, Baoyu is stunned.

Only the face under the hat brim was still recognized by Baoyu. The face smiled: "Baoyu, what are you looking at!" With a hint of mischief and pride, he took the lead up the steps.

Baoyu was confused, "Oh my God, is this my sister Yuanchun?" I looked back at Baochai, who was also smiling with her lips pursed.

Yuan-chun was deliberately trying to relax today, climbing the steps with unusual ease. Bao-yu, left behind, looked up and saw her two pert buttocks shifting from side to side beneath her t-shirt, her back rippling with each step, highlighting her full and alluring waist. She exuded a bouncy and sensuality even more fiery than the weather. Suddenly, an image flashed through his mind: Yuan-chun lying prone on the steps, hands on the ground, buttocks raised high, Bao-yu standing behind her, thrusting hard—

Bao-yu snapped out of his reverie, startled: how could he have such a ridiculous thought? Fortunately, looking around, he saw a bustling crowd with varied expressions; no one seemed to notice his thoughts.

Upon reaching Yongquan Temple halfway up the mountain, the group found a large rock to sit and rest. Baoyu took out mineral water from his bag and handed it to Yuanchun and Baochai. Yuanchun was doing relatively well, but Baochai was drenched in sweat from exhaustion. She had unbuttoned one button of her collar, letting the breeze blow through her, her face flushed, and her damp hair clung to her temples, making her appear both charmingly disheveled and alluring.

As Baoyu was staring at her, he suddenly heard someone call out, "Baochai! Baochai!" Looking towards the sound, he saw a short-haired girl wearing a sleeveless vest running towards them, calling out and giggling. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Shi Xiangyun, Baochai's classmate. Baoyu had met this girl a few times; she was particularly lively and often played with the boys. It was said that once, when she was drunk, she slept in the same room with four or five boys. When she woke up the next day, she was neither afraid nor ashamed. She ordered one of them to bring her water to wash her face, and another to buy her fried dough sticks for breakfast. The whole room served her for half a day.

Shi Xiangyun skipped over and grabbed Baochai's hand, saying, "Did you just come up? I've already come down from the top of the mountain!" She blinked at Yuanchun, then noticed Baoyu staring blankly to the side, and exclaimed, "Baoyu! You're such a rascal!"
Baoyu was startled, "What's wrong?"

Shi Xiangyun said, "Look at Baochai, she's covered in sweat, and you didn't even help wipe it off. What kind of boyfriend are you!" Baoyu followed her finger and indeed saw several streaks of sweat on Baochai's fair skin at the hem of her dress. He actually grabbed a tissue and reached out to wipe it, but Baochai spat at him and slapped his hand away. Shi Xiangyun burst into laughter.
Baochai turned around and chased after her, twisting her arm. The two women huddled together, whispering to each other for a while. Baoyu and Yuanchun watched them with smiles. "Oh no!

" Shi Xiangyun rushed over, "Baoyu! I've taken Baochai with me!
Take my carriage back!" Baoyu saw Baochai standing there smiling, knowing she was always afraid of climbing mountains, so he laughed, "Hmph! You've stolen my girlfriend, you'll have to compensate me!"

Shi Xiangyun smiled and leaned closer, "How about me, haha!"

Baoyu saw her beautiful eyes and nose, and her small, even breasts in front of her vest, and his heart fluttered. He laughed, "Alright, you're the one! No backing out!" After

chatting and laughing for a while, Baochai and Xiangyun went down the mountain first. Baoyu went to Yuanchun's side, "Sister, let's continue climbing to the top!" Yuanchun smiled, patted Baoyu's head, and turned to go up the stone steps first. Baoyu followed closely behind, carrying his things.

As they walked, Baoyu suddenly let out a few strange shouts, darted past Yuanchun, and rushed ahead, turning around to give her a smug smile. Yuanchun pursed her lips, secretly amused, "Baoyu may be grown up, but his monkey nature hasn't changed."

Baoyu hurried along for a while, panting heavily, and leaned against a raised rock by the roadside, smiling weakly at Yuanchun. Yuanchun walked up and stopped beside Baoyu, her chest heaving as she breathed heavily.

Baoyu leaned his head on her shoulder, saying, "I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore, sister, let me lean on you for a bit."
Yuanchun's legs went weak, and she pushed him away, panting and laughing, "You silly Baoyu, leaning on me? My legs are too weak to support me."

Baoyu straightened up and pointed to his shoulder and chest, "Then you can lean on me."

Yuanchun laughed, "Okay, I'll tire you out!" She actually leaned half her body against Baoyu's left chest, tilted her head back, and closed her eyes happily, "Mmm, so comfortable!" Her two nipples stood out under her clothes.

Baoyu couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat, and he reached out and flicked Yuanchun's nose with his finger, "Comfortable, isn't it!" Yuanchun smiled with her eyes closed. Baoyu carefully placed a hand on her shoulder, and for a moment they both felt dizzy.

Yuanchun's face turned red, and Baoyu really wanted to kiss her. Just then, they heard a little boy's voice on the road: "Mom, look how affectionate they are!" The two hurriedly stood up straight and separated, only to see the boy pointing at a couple above, embracing and kissing.

Baoyu and Yuanchun exchanged glances, both feeling somewhat awkward. Without saying a word, they continued climbing to the top of the mountain.

When they reached the top, a boy was anxiously looking around. Seeing Baoyu, he walked over and smiled: "Could you take a picture of us?" He pointed to a girl standing on the edge of the cliff.

Baoyu nodded and took a picture for them. The girl walked over with a sweet smile: "Thank you!" She glanced at Yuanchun and said, "Your girlfriend is so pretty, she's a perfect match for you!"

Baoyu playfully put his arm around Yuanchun's shoulder and chuckled, "Really? Thank you for the compliment." Yuanchun pushed him away and laughed, "Nonsense!" She walked to the edge of the cliff alone.

The feeling at the top of the mountain was different. Looking around, the mountains rose and fell, and half of Fuzhou was spread out before her. A cool breeze blew, making her feel refreshed, like someone who had been underwater and was now surfacing for a breath of fresh air. Yuanchun gazed at the foot of the mountain for a long time, breathing deeply and savoring the moment. The wind on the mountaintop constantly blew against her, making her long hair fly and her loose t-shirt flutter.

Sometime later, she found herself holding Baoyu's hand, just as she used to hold his when they were children. The two stood on the cliff top, both buffeted by the wind, both moved by the moment. They were immersed in a subtle, tender affection, too lazy to speak. Even as their bodies pressed together without them realizing it, they didn't want to move.

Two clear tears fell from Yuanchun's eyes, caught by Baoyu's lips. In the midst of this tenderness, Baoyu's erection became visibly hard, pressing exaggeratedly against Yuanchun's cleft.

Yuan Chun felt as if her body was being melted by the breeze, softly leaning against the young, hot male body behind her. A burning current surged through her buttocks, a tingling, itchy sensation rapidly spreading from her lower body throughout her entire being, causing her to tremble uncontrollably. She heard a male voice let out a seductive "Mmm" in her ear, and a pair of hands tightly encircled her waist, her body feeling as if it were being crushed. Waves of deadly pleasure washed over her, her lower body becoming hot and wet, a trickle of fluid crawling down her inner thighs like worms.

Suddenly, those hands moved to her chest, frantically kneading her breasts. Her breasts, like crushed flowers, twisted and deformed, leaving a hot, bone-chillingly pleasurable sensation. The hand moved to her waist, stopped at her hips, and began to grab and twist her buttocks, then moved to her inner thighs, carefully sliding its hand over them. Finally, it suddenly pressed between her legs. Yuan Chun felt her entire body being lifted up by that hand, her soul almost leaving her body, and a gush of fluid welled up, soaking half of her trousers. When she came to

her senses, Bao Yu was panting heavily beside her face. Yuan Chun was startled and turned her head away. Bao Yu hurriedly avoided her gaze. Yuan Chun calmed herself down, stood there for a moment, then suddenly turned around, her expression strange. Ignoring Bao Yu, she hurriedly walked down the mountain. Bao Yu was terrified, his face dark with fear, and followed at a distance.

The sky was already darkening. Yuan Chun trudged along, her steps unsteady. The strange contact she had just experienced had made the world seem to tremble and everything was in chaos. A nameless fear gripped her. Yet, deeper within her heart, a vague, inexplicable mix of joy and sorrow welled up, threatening to erupt and transform into an uncontrollable, wild elation.

Before she knew it, she had reached the foot of the mountain. All the taxis there had been flagged down, leaving only a crowd waiting for the last bus.

Yuan Chun stopped, somewhat bewildered. Turning back, she saw Bao Yu standing at a distance, looking lost and hesitant to approach. It was like when they were children, when he had done something wrong and feared her scolding. Yuan Chun felt a pang of pity; her expression and actions just now must have terrified him.

She walked to Bao Yu and reached out to touch his cheek. Like a mother's hand, once extended, the child would burst into tears. Bao Yu cried, "Sister!"

Yuan Chun pulled his head to her chest and softly said, "Were you frightened?" Bao Yu nodded his head against her chest. Yuan Chun whispered, "Sister was wrong." Bao Yu shook his head.

Suddenly, Yuan Chun felt that something long lost had returned, and she couldn't help but hug Bao Yu tightly, her heart overflowing with affection and love. She whispered in Baoyu's ear, almost to herself, "Silly child, whatever you do to your sister—she won't blame you!" Baoyu was startled by her words and looked up at Yuanchun. Yuanchun was infinitely gentle and sighed softly.

On the bus, the crowd was so dense that it was hard to turn around. Yuanchun was face to face with Baoyu, nestled in his arms. Baoyu carefully avoided touching her sensitive areas, but the swaying of the bus caused their bodies to rub against each other, and he couldn't help but get an erection.

Baoyu turned his face to look out the window, trying hard to suppress it. After a while, he felt a slight movement on his shoulder. He looked up and saw Yuanchun resting her face on his shoulder, looking at him with a slight smile on her lips. Baoyu was both surprised and delighted, and gently wrapped his arms around her waist. A surge of heat rose below, and he thrust a few times. Gritting his teeth, his face flushed purple, he silently leaned against him.

After a while, a hand quietly touched his erect penis. Baoyu swallowed hard and looked down at Yuanchun. Yuanchun still had a slight smile on her lips, quietly resting her head on his shoulder, gazing out the window. Yuanchun

, with her face turned to the side, had smooth skin, distinct eyes and nose, and a delicate and lively appearance, like a gentle and charming young girl, immersed in a dream. The two silently leaned against each other, and in the dim light, there was a kind of lingering tenderness and affection that was hard to part with, which lingered in a hazy way.

The hand below was gentle and skillful, sometimes gently pinching the glans, sometimes stroking it soothingly. Then she reached down to the very bottom, cupping the entire vulva, cradling it like a precious jewel, and gently kneading it. She reached up and, through the fabric of his pants, tugged at the entire penis, as if trying to discern its full shape. Finally, with a touch of hesitation, she silently unzipped his pants and slipped her hand inside, touching the hot, burning penis.

Without the obstruction of fabric, the smooth, feminine skin on her hand immediately made Bao Yu's penis throb a few times, its veins becoming even more prominent, its shaft erect. The hand seemed startled, pausing for a moment before beginning to explore it all around, grasping and stroking the entire thing.

Baoyu's breathing became heavy, and his grip on Yuanchun tightened. His hand then slid down, squeezing and kneading her ample buttocks. Yuanchun bit her lip, her legs clamping tightly together, and she exerted more force with her hands. Finally, Baoyu's penis twitched a few times, and Yuanchun quickly pressed it into his shorts. A large gush of hot, thick fluid spurted out, soaking his entire waistband. Baoyu felt utterly exhausted, his body limp and unable to stand. Fortunately, there were people all around, preventing him from collapsing.
The bus passed by the hotel, and the two got off. At the outdoor food stall in front of the building, they ordered beer and fried noodles. Baoyu was starving and wolfed it down. One plate of noodles wasn't enough, so he ordered another. After finishing, he looked up and saw Yuanchun looking at him with a mixture of sadness and joy. Next, it was time to go back to their room. Suddenly, they both felt afraid, frozen in place, neither daring to utter a sound, as if this place was still safe, while the room itself was an unimaginable abyss.

Yuanchun said softly, "Take a taxi back." Baoyu, momentarily breathless, suddenly remembered, "My key is up there!" Yuanchun nodded, and the two suddenly felt relieved. They picked up their things and went back to their hotel room.
In the elevator, the two remained silent, letting it lift them up without a sound, a feeling of dizziness washing over them. There, in Yuan Chun's room, no one knew what was about to happen. They simply walked, unable to control themselves, step by step, towards that place.

(Continued)

The two entered the room, and the waiter casually closed the door with a click, the light from the corridor being withdrawn. The room was pitch black, isolated from the outside world. The air suddenly seemed to freeze; only the heavy breathing of the two could be heard in the darkness.

Baoyu trembled all over, his hand rising and touching Yuanchun's waist. Through the thin fabric of her clothes, he could feel the soft, supple texture of her skin. His head swelled instantly, and his face stiffened in convulsions.

Yuanchun's waist shuddered as if she had been electrocuted. She leaned against the wall, panting, and said, "Baoyu! Turn on the light."

Baoyu hummed in response, and through Yuanchun, he groped along the wall with one hand. Yuanchun felt Baoyu's body close to hers, her legs buckling under the pressure. She leaned against the wall, and Baoyu took a step forward, his soft, bouncy chest pressing against her breasts. His hand fell from the wall and landed behind Yuan Chun's shoulder, just above her round-neck t-shirt, revealing her delicate, smooth skin.

Their breaths suddenly caught in their throats, and their hot breaths hit each other's faces. Bao Yu cried out in a trembling voice, "Sister!" In the darkness, he wrapped his arms around a hot, soft, and trembling body.

She was much smaller than he had imagined, her waist arched. He tightened his grip and heard a soft, dreamlike moan escape her lips. Baoyu lowered his head and pressed his lips against hers, warm and moist. His mind exploded, disoriented, and he kissed her face wildly, his hands squeezing her body as if trying to crush her.

Yuanchun felt as if her bones had been pulled out, her body limp, a sense of powerlessness washing over her. She fell heavily to the ground from Baoyu's grasp. Baoyu's eyes were burning, his breath hot. He knelt down beside her, finding Yuanchun sitting on her knees, huddled in the corner behind the door.

Baoyu moved closer and sat down on the ground. The two of them squeezed into a dark corner, just like when they were children, sheltering from a heavy rain in a small cave in a mountain hollow. They felt hidden in a corner of the world, where no one could find them, the siblings.

Baoyu placed his hand on Yuanchun's knee, and Yuanchun reached out her hand. Their hands touched and quietly intertwined. Yuanchun said in a trembling voice, "Baoyu, do you really—like your sister that much?" Baoyu hummed in agreement and held her hand tightly.

Yuanchun was silent for a while, then swallowed and whispered, "We can't—you know that."
Baoyu stubbornly replied like a child, "No!" His desire was rekindled, and he leaned closer, his hot breath on Yuanchun's face.

Yuan Chun closed her eyes, her head tilting back weakly, thinking, "He must do this—I—." Bao Yu's lips fell, touching Yuan Chun's nose, then moved to kiss the corner of her mouth, like touching a small fish's mouth, the slightly parted sensation spreading from her lips, a sweet feeling lingering in her heart.

Yuan Chun stopped his head with her hands, Bao Yu struggled forward, and their lips met. Using that as a fulcrum, his body gradually and excitedly turned, Bao Yu kneeling in front of Yuan Chun, spreading her knees, pressing down on her, as if falling into a warm, soft cotton ball, his hands and feet gripping, but unable to exert any strength. Yuan Chun slumped to the side and fell to the ground.

Bao Yu, breathing heavily, without saying a word, began to pull at Yuan Chun's trousers. Yuan Chun curled up on the ground, like a panting fish, wriggling and struggling forward. Her trousers, as if peeled off, were pulled down to her ankles and then fell out again. Bao Yu's hand touched the tip of her bare buttocks. Yuan Chun cried out in surprise and took a step forward.

Bao Yu had gradually adjusted to the darkness of the room and saw a hazy white mass. He moved forward unsteadily, bent down, and followed with his lips, licking and kissing it. Yuan Chun groaned, like a worm nailed to a wall, no longer crawling, lying there, her body trembling.

At this moment, both of them were completely consumed by lust. Yuan Chun's buttocks swayed, while Bao Yu followed behind, crawling and licking. He spread her legs apart, poked his head between Yuan Chun's legs, tilted his head upward, and licked Yuan Chun's labia. Yuan Chun's genitals were smooth and hairless, her labia full and beautiful, and her feminine scent drove Bao Yu even more mad.

Yuan Chun knelt with her buttocks raised, her buttocks trembling slightly, her labia wide open, drooping to the sides, dripping with fluid as Bao Yu sucked and licked, all of which he caught. Her knees buckled, her thighs pressing against Bao Yu's face.

Bao Yu struggled free, took off his trousers, and before he could even undress, pressed himself against her. Both of them were dressed from the waist up, but naked from the waist down. Bao Yu, holding his already erect member, slightly pushed apart Yuan Chun's tightly pressed legs and lunged forward. Yuan Chun's body jerked forward, and both of them cried out.

Yuan-chun froze, dazed and incredulous: "Heavens, did he just come in like that?" She squeezed her legs together, and Bao-yu's large, burning hot member truly stopped there.

Bao-yu had finally entered his sister's body, his whole body tingling with excitement. He cried out in a tearful voice, "Sister!" His hands pressed against Yuan-chun's hips, his lower body contracting and thrusting forcefully, crying out again, "Sister!" His lower body followed with another thrust. Each cry, each thrust, his breathing grew increasingly rapid, faster and heavier with each stroke.

Yuan Chun had never been penetrated so forcefully before. Bao Yu's penis was several sizes larger than her husband's, and as he rushed in from behind, hearing his repeated calls of "Sister," she completely lost control. She felt years of pent-up frustration being washed away with a cathartic release, collapsing limply, her juices flowing freely. Each time Bao Yu withdrew, she held her breath and crouched, waiting for the next, even more powerful thrust. Finally, unable to resist any longer, she arched her back to meet his thrusts, the muscles meeting with a series of "slapping" sounds, fluids splattering.
Their movements, simple and frequent, quickly brought her to orgasm. Baoyu cried out, his lower body pressing hard against Yuanchun's buttocks, stopping inside her. His penis throbbed and trembled for a while before he ejaculated streams of semen into her body. Yuanchun lay there, unable to move.

Their backs pressed together for a long time. His penis contracted and slid out of her. Baoyu put one hand on Yuanchun's shoulder and softly called out, "Sister." Yuanchun hummed in response, seemingly lost in thought. Baoyu kissed behind her ear, but before he could even touch her, Yuanchun suddenly sat up, her hair disheveled, and stumbled towards the bathroom door. Baoyu felt a pang of hurt and lay there motionless.

Yuanchun paused at the door and called out, "Baoyu." Baoyu responded. Yuanchun waited for him to come closer, gently patted his face, and then went into the bathroom. A moment later, the light came on inside. Baoyu pushed the door, but it was closed. He called out, "Sister!"

Yuanchun paused for a moment before replying, "Don't come in." Baoyu mustered his courage and called out, "I want to wash too." He waited anxiously, his heart pounding.

The door opened, and Baoyu stepped inside. With a "snap," the light went out again. In the darkness, Baoyu touched Yuanchun's naked body and only managed to utter half a sentence: "Sister—." Yuanchun

gently interrupted him, "Don't speak." She reached for his chest, unbuttoned his clothes, and took them off. Then she turned on the shower and began to wash him. Her slender hands flowed over his body, gentle and skillful. She lifted his arms and spread his legs, washing and caressing him, making Baoyu feel dizzy and lightheaded, as if floating on clouds.

Baoyu knew that Yuanchun had always bathed him this way, and suddenly felt an urge to bathe her as well. He took the soap from her hand and lathered it on Yuanchun's smooth back, then moved behind her, tracing her back down, first her waist, then her buttocks and full thighs, all the way to her heels. The skin was smooth to the touch, the curves of her breasts undulating. He stood up again and moved from her shoulders and neck forward to her full, firm breasts. Yuanchun stood quietly, letting Baoyu clumsily work on her. Occasionally their skin touched, a feeling of indescribable comfort washing over them.

When Baoyu reached Yuan Chun's breasts, where they trembled tenderly, her nipples already erect, Baoyu's hand slid down there, seemingly unaware, continuing down to her smooth abdomen, circling once, then suddenly slipping back up to gently rub and wash her nipples, finally pinching and kneading one nipple with one hand. Yuan Chun's breathing quickened, and her hand scooped up Baoyu's long penis, slightly drooping, swaying forward, already about 80% erect.

Baoyu's hand reached Yuan Chun's private parts, about to touch and wash them, but Yuan Chun bent over, covering her hands there, panting, saying, "No—I'll do it myself."

Baoyu, panting, pried her hands open; her private parts were full and mounded, delicate and smooth, indeed without fine hair, not shaved. Below, her ample flesh clung together, her labia folded, and Baoyu longed to turn on the light and part them for a closer look.

Yuanchun, her body limp from the touch, arched her back against Baoyu, her trembling breasts sliding against his back. Baoyu, his mouth dry, instinctively pulled her close, and the two tumbled onto the bathtub together.

Yuanchun, naked, sat in Baoyu's lap, both completely naked, the irresistible sensation of their skin touching. Baoyu's penis instantly hardened, pointing and gesturing at the base of Yuanchun's thighs. Unable to resist the temptation, Yuanchun reached down, guiding the monstrous root to her entrance, lifting her buttocks slightly, and sat down, both letting out a simultaneous "Ah!"

Baoyu was enveloped by Yuanchun's embrace, their skin pressed together, not a single gap between them. The intimate closeness with his sister filled him with a profound sense of peace and satisfaction. His hands clung to her abdomen, pressing tightly against her, his chin resting on her smooth shoulder, his face rubbing against her cheek in a daze.

Yuanchun breathed softly, turning her head to the side, their lips meeting briefly, a fleeting, almost imperceptible touch, like birds feeding each other. His lower body moved slightly with Yuanchun's turn, waves of tingling pleasure washing over him.

Baoyu nestled his head under Yuanchun's armpit, his face pressed against his sister's ample breasts, his mouth grasping a throbbing nipple, sucking and tasting it. Yuanchun, her arms encircling her brother's head, her face flushed as she let Baoyu suckle, her body weak and limp, overflowing with love and tenderness for him, her fingers gently caressing his ear.

The two siblings had shared many playful moments together before, but none could compare to the ecstasy of today. This scene had only secretly occurred to Baoyu in his dreams before, but today it had suddenly come true. Baoyu almost doubted he was dreaming, lingering there for a long time. The two were deeply entangled in their passionate love, their bodies joined together as siblings, experiencing an indescribable thrill and pleasure that transcended taboos. It wasn't until Baoyu's thighs ached that Yuanchun allowed him to continue, her body trembling from the effort.

Exhausted from a day of climbing and their subsequent entanglement, they cleaned themselves and emerged. Baoyu, his body aching, lay on the bed. Seeing Yuanchun still whispering in the shadows, he mumbled, "Sister." His eyelids grew heavy, and he was about to close them.

Yuanchun, without a word, climbed on top of him, already dressed in her nightgown, and pressed her face against Baoyu's chest, nestling obediently within him. Baoyu was both surprised and delighted, gently stroking her soft hair before gradually drifting off to sleep.

The next day, he slept until noon. When he awoke, the events of the previous night seemed like a dream, unbelievable yet undeniably real. Seeing that no one was around, he glanced around the room, but there was no one there either. A wave of panic washed over him, and he called out, "Sister!"

There was no answer, but then he heard the bathroom door open softly. Yuan Chun, with long hair and a loose dress, came out, her face slightly flushed, looking at him with a mixture of reproach and shyness.

Bao Yu was overjoyed. He stood up and pulled Yuan Chun into his arms, and she didn't resist much. Bao Yu was intoxicated. His hands gently caressed her back and buttocks, feeling their softness and comfort. Under her loose dress, she wore neither a bra nor underwear. Having slept, Bao Yu was full of energy, and his lower body immediately became erect.

Baoyu lifted her skirt, and Yuanchun gasped in surprise, only to see Baoyu already crouching down, his face buried in her private parts, licking and nuzzling. The skirt covered his upper body, and movement beneath it was rustling. Yuanchun's body went numb on one side, her hands limply resting on the arch of his skirt against his back, panting heavily. After

a while, Baoyu climbed up from under Yuanchun's skirt, struggling to emerge from the neckline, breathing heavily. The skirt clung to their bodies, making it look as if one person had two heads. The two heads were entangled above, their lips pressed together, while beneath the skirt, two naked bodies lay chest to chest, belly to belly, four arms entwined together—a scene both bizarre and stimulating.

Their lips parted. Yuan Chun's face burned like fire. She felt that their situation was truly outrageous. As she rubbed and caressed Bao Yu, her lower body was wet. She only wanted to spread her body open and let Bao Yu penetrate her hard. She clamped her legs around Bao Yu's penis and rubbed it vigorously. Bao

Yu felt a tingling sensation in his lower body and couldn't help but ejaculate. He quickly slid his hand down from Yuan Chun's waist, prying her buttocks to prevent her from moving. After a while, the urge to ejaculate subsided. He pushed Yuan Chun to sit on the table, lifted her skirt to her waist, and groped for her lower body. He guided his penis to her opening and thrust it in. Yuan Chun's lower body was wet, and she tenderly received the thrust. Hanging on Bao Yu's back, her head tilted back weakly, and her long hair hung down, swaying from side to side.

Seeing his sister's unbearable allure, Baoyu grew even more excited. His hips swayed, and only the sounds of his penis thrusting into her wet, fleshy opening could be heard, like a baby suckling.

Neither of them could see where they were joined; only the sounds rang out, a frenzied, almost manic experience.

Suddenly, Baoyu pulled out with a "pop," struggling to free his head from under his clothes. He lifted her skirt and finally saw his sister's wanton opening, her lips wide open, the flesh in the center pink and glistening with fluid, constantly contracting and trembling. He couldn't resist raising his penis and thrusting it in forcefully. The shaft was swallowed by her opening, and when he pulled it out, a wave of flesh surged up, the shaft now dripping wet.

Baoyu held his breath, watching his penis emerge and disappear, remaining undisturbed for a long time. Suddenly, Yuan Chun wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, crying out sweetly, "Quick!—Quick!" Bao Yu thrust a few times, and Yuan Chun's body hardened. Her legs drooped, and Bao Yu ejaculated a few drops of clear fluid onto Yuan Chun's private parts.

After crossing the line between siblings, for the next two days, except when they went downstairs for meals, the two stayed in the room, isolated from the world, intimately entwined, like newlyweds.

That morning, the siblings were entangled together, Yuan Chun straddling Bao Yu, her brows slightly furrowed, rising and falling. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. They were both startled. Yuan Chun asked, "Who is it?"

Bao Chai's voice said, "Sister, it's me." The two hurriedly separated. Baoyu grabbed his clothes and hid in the bathroom. Yuanchun quickly tidied the room, opened the door, and Baochai entered with a smile, saying, "Sister, are you still sleeping?"

Yuanchun felt ashamed and rubbed her eyes, "Oh, I just woke up." A slippery, sticky fluid oozed from between her legs, and she quickly squeezed her legs together, walking to the bedside to sit down.

Baochai sat at the table, smiling, and said, "I went to school today and didn't see Baoyu. I thought he was here with you!" She glanced around the room as she spoke.

Yuanchun smiled blankly, "Yes, he came yesterday afternoon, had dinner, and left." Following Baochai's gaze, she was startled. The past two days, she and Baoyu had been fooling around, making a ruckus everywhere, and the room was quite a mess.

Baochai asked, "Sister, where have you been these past two days?" staring at Yuanchun. Yuan-chun looked disheveled, her languid and carefree demeanor bordering on excessive.

Yuan-chun found her eyes intelligent, clear, and bright, almost unbearable; a lingering emptiness remained in her lower body. In her dazed state, she didn't know what she had said, her own dry voice echoing in the air.
The room felt uncomfortably empty after their conversation paused. Bao-chai's dark, bright eyes seemed lost in thought. Suddenly, as if concealing something, Yuan-chun casually said, "Oh, I'm leaving tomorrow."

Bao-chai asked, "Really? When?"

When? Yuan-chun remembered her flight to Hong Kong: "This afternoon." Suddenly, she realized she really was going back.

Baochai's eyes widened. "Ah? So you're not going back to your hometown?"

Yuanchun couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness, her voice choked with emotion. "Yes, I'm not going back." Baochai gave her a strange look.

Yuanchun's body trembled slightly, afraid she would lose control and lose her composure. Finally, Baochai stood up and smiled. "I'll come to see you off tomorrow." She glanced at the bedside, her smile seeming to falter for a moment, then she smiled again. "Then I'll go first."

Yuanchun nodded and saw her to the door. As she closed the door, she suddenly felt all her strength drain away, leaning against the door, panting heavily. She walked back, looked around the bedside, saw nothing unusual, and sat down limply on the edge of the bed. But she didn't notice that under the bedside table, there was a pair of dirty blue underwear belonging to Baoyu.

Baoyu came out, startled: "Sister, what's wrong?" Yuanchun's face was pale and weak, looking extremely unwell. Yuanchun weakly leaned her head against Baoyu's chest, without saying a word.

Yuanchun herself didn't know why she had suddenly made the decision to return to Hong Kong; it had just slipped out in an instant. Perhaps it was Baochai's sudden arrival that shattered the sense of isolation between the siblings, bringing them back to vivid reality. It was like a ray of light shining into the darkness, shattering their dream piece by piece.

The next day, Baochai came to see Yuanchun off. The three of them ate lunch together, Baochai constantly smiling, drinking quite a bit of wine with Yuanchun. Her cheeks flushed, and she ended up seven or eight tenths drunk. Baoyu offered to take her home, but Baochai waved for a carriage, got in, and pushed Baoyu out, saying, "Don't bother seeing me off. Your sister's flight is at 2 PM."

Baoyu asked worriedly, "Are you alright?"

Baochai smiled, "I'm fine! We'll be home soon." Baoyu nodded, and the carriage drove off, kicking up a cloud of fallen leaves along the narrow road. The carriage window rolled down, and Baochai's face was streaked with tears…

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