The Heart of a Young Woman

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Chapter One: The Cousins' Past Reunion Continues.
1. On the snow-white sheets of the bed, the naked bodies of a man and a woman were intertwined. They were completely naked, their hair disheveled, their faces
flushed . It was impossible to discern whether their expressions reflected painful torment or pleasurable experience. Only the broad, bronzed arms of a man held a delicate, snow-white body close, her
snow-white breasts, tender, lotus-like arms, and flawless white thighs tightly entwined with his powerful muscles, locked in a struggle of mutual torment and exploitation. In the
dim light, they shifted between various positions, like a pair of adulterers, savoring the shameless and supreme pleasure of love. On the soft, voluptuous
Simmons mattress ... A soft, muffled "plop" sound emanated from his tumbling, crouching, jumping, and spinning. At this moment, Manna, straddling the man, let out a long sigh. She felt the thing pressed tightly against her body rapidly swelling and growing larger. She knew the man had reached the peak
of lust. She quickly moved her plump, white buttocks, slamming them down hard. After several back and forth, her vulva
was gushing with lustful fluids, her vagina convulsing hotly. Then, the man erupted with unparalleled pleasure, feeling the powerful ejaculation. Her
thighs tightened, her pretty, flushed face turned upwards, and her body remained motionless. The man's penis inside her was still throbbing, still ejaculating
, and she let out a wild cry from deep within her chest.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but Manna, straddling the man's body, went limp. Her naked body rolled onto
the bed , and she seemed to hear her body rubbing against the subtle air currents before collapsing onto the Simmons mattress. Lying sprawled on the bed, Manna was immersed
in a feeling only she could experience, a feeling of being thrown to the peak of pleasure, her whole being melting. Her mouth moved like a fish's smacking,
her heavy breathing causing her full breasts to bounce intermittently, that penetrating pleasure... She lay motionless on the bed, barely breathing.
"You're tired, let me do it," the man who had been lying down said tenderly, turning over and straddling Manna. He leaned closer and whispered, "
How are you feeling? Want more?" "I can't go on, cousin, my whole body feels like it's falling apart," Manna said weakly.
Cousin Shaohua then moved over, found a cigarette on the bedside table, lit it, and placed it on Manna's slightly parted lips. His
left knee pressed against the spot between her legs where the cigarette had just been burned, and his other leg rested on her buttocks, clamping her body between them. Although Manna's body was very mature
and voluptuous, for some reason, it didn't appear bloated at all; perhaps it was because her waist was very slender, yet somewhat delicate. One could say she was both voluptuous and somewhat frail, a
figure that often aroused many wicked thoughts in men.
"Things are completely different now. I can't even act wildly anymore, all these old bones and limbs," Manna said, taking the cigarette and stretching her body upwards,
burying her face in Shao Hua's broad chest.
"You don't look old at all," Shao Hua said. His cousin Manna, completely naked, lay on him like an ice sculpture. Her
hair, her rosy yet fair complexion, her smooth, moonlit body without a single blemish or bump, and her
breasts still as firm and erect as ever. Her stomach was without a single wrinkle, without the freckles or lumps often seen on women who have given birth. Touching
her was like smoothing out moonlight; the skin around her breasts was as white as if sprinkled with osmanthus powder, and the fragrance emanating from her skin was as strong as
freshly squeezed milk.
And then there were her most alluring, high-perched buttocks, round and full. The diffused light fell perfectly on her back, bathing it in a golden
glow. That mysterious place, inspiring endless reverie, each curl of hair like a pale gold twig, shimmered with a delicate, tender light,
and a faint, slightly fishy fragrance wafted out.
A sudden, crisp ring of a cell phone shattered the tranquility of the room. Manna jumped up from Shao Hua in a panic, quickly grabbing her
handbag from the floor and pulling out a small, exquisite cell phone. She saw the caller ID, made a speaking gesture with her index finger, then brushed
a strand of hair aside and covered the phone to her ear.
"What have you done now? Are you ever going to stop?" Clearly, the call annoyed her; her face was filled with resentment, her beautiful features contorted into a tight
knot.
Shao Hua struggled to his feet and wrapped his arms around her from behind. She turned and kissed him on the cheek, saying, "I have to go. He
got arrested by the police station for playing mahjong and is waiting for a fine." "It's already one in the morning, and you're still going?" He gently stroked her back.
She said, "I can't let him stay at the station overnight. Once the fine is paid, everything will be fine." Manna broke free from his embrace, bent down to pick up a cotton
bathrobe , and put it on. Her hair was disheveled, like a pile of tangled straw, draped over her shoulders. She walked towards the bathroom, then flipped the light switch, instantly illuminating the room. The original
mysterious atmosphere was shattered by the bright light.
Shao Hua, somewhat bored, took out a cigarette and lit it. The smoke seemed transparent as it passed through the bright light, slowly dissipating. Before she finished the cigarette, she
came out sat at the dressing table, taking a comb and beginning to tidy her disheveled hair. As a young girl, Manna wore two neat braids. After marriage, she wore
her hair long and flowing. Now, her hairstyle is a permed short bob, with waves mainly at her forehead, spreading horizontally, and thinning slightly at the bottom, reaching her earlobes. From the front, it looks like her hair is updo;
from the side, the slightly curled ends bend below her ears.
Shao Hua couldn't remember when her cousin's long, shiny black hair had disappeared. She applied a thin layer of powder to her face, drew her eyebrows, and put on some lipstick
. She looked at herself in the mirror, then stood up to change. She took off her yukata, the white yukata sliding to the floor, a shimmering pile. She put on a bra and panties,
which slightly constricted her body. She was a voluptuous woman, at a turning point in her life. Every inch of her body seemed to simultaneously display the signs of a woman who had nurtured children and
a young girl, intertwined and blended, radiating a strange, full vitality.
She finished removing her makeup, put on a white blouse with small red flowers, and thoughtfully buttoned it, starting from the collar, working her way down, back
up, and finally fastening the collar button. Then, she carefully fastened the ties around her upper abdomen and put on her stockings. At this point, she seemed very cautious.
Her hands deftly rolled up her black stockings, careful not to snag them and to make sure the heel wasn't crooked. It took a lot of effort to get them in place. Once she put on her
black pencil skirt, which made her look slender, she slipped on her high heels, looked in the vanity mirror, bent slightly, and pinned an oval,
amber-colored resin brooch with subtle wood grain stripes to the collar of her shirt.
"Will he come back?" Shao Hua asked.
She said, "He will come back, he'll definitely go home, tomorrow." With that, she leaned closer to the headboard and gestured with her lips towards him. Shao Hua leaped up and grabbed her.
She turned her face away, saying, "I wouldn't dare, don't ruin my makeup." He slapped her plump buttocks hard, and she cried out in exaggerated pain
.
She said, "Why haven't you changed your bad habits? You're still like when you were little, always spanking my bottom." With that, she grabbed a black khaki jacket in one hand, picked up a small bag in the other
, and left the room.
2. Chen Shaohua returned to his hometown from Guangzhou a few days ago. Now a professor at a prestigious university, his return seemed like a
helpless choice, but in reality, it was something he had planned for a long time. Just a week earlier, he and his wife had finalized their divorce. Now, he was alone
and without any ties, like a wild beast long released from its cage. He suddenly felt a sense of freedom, a desire to fly far and hunt for the world.
This complete break from the shackles of marriage unlocked all of Shaohua's long-sealed memories, and the sounds of the past rushed towards him in a chaotic rush.
He clearly remembered his hometown. He remembered the way to his aunt's house, which involved passing a broken wall. Wild vines climbed the wall, and
moss , becoming even greener after rain. Although he had no relatives left in his family, his hometown held the memory of his unforgettable first love. Shaohua
now reminisced about his first love even more intensely. That kind of life wasn't far away; it could even be said to have been just yesterday. Yet, he was certain he wasn't reminiscing, but rather
mourning . All the past was like his own shadow, following him everywhere. He could see it every time he looked back or down, it trailed behind him, yet he couldn't retrieve it, nor
could he drive it away. It resembled the unevenness and slope of the earth, an exaggerated and distorted alien form.
Back then, he was young, impetuous, and full of ambition. For a guaranteed spot to study abroad, he gave up his love, agreed to marry his professor's
only daughter, and became his family's son-in-law. At that time, he already felt ashamed to return to his hometown and see his lover, his cousin Manna, again. He received
everything he deserved: youthful promise, career success, academic prowess, seniority, and extensive experience. But who knew that all these years he had lived in painful self-reproach? His less-than-ideal
marriage, his disharmonious sex life with his wife, all made him believe that he deserved it all; he believed it was life's cruel joke and retribution.
Shaohua first found the old house where his aunt and her family used to live—the old house, the courtyard where clothes were hung to dry on bamboo poles, the long, mossy
weeds growing in the corners. He couldn't help but feel a different kind of sorrow, like the slanting sunlight behind the tiled roof, casting shadows on the cracks of life. Human life is vast, a drop in the ocean; a small,
weak person, like a tadpole, grows into an old frog in the blink of an eye, not knowing how many more springs they will see, how many more summer nights they will croak.
After arriving in that brightly lit city, he was swept up in the turbulent world. He wondered if he had been too kind to women, which was why he had so many unresolved troubles. If he had been
a little more hard-hearted back then, hadn't married Liu Ping, and after discovering his wife's affair, had naturally separated from her, wielding the powerful weapons of morality and public opinion.
If he had been like other men who played games, disregarding responsibility, he wouldn't have driven himself into this dead end.
Upon entering the main gate, a screen wall immediately comes into view, its intricately carved mahogany design now covered in red paint. Beyond the screen wall lies a three-courtyard complex, each
with a central courtyard and a flower hall, flanked by side rooms. Although the entire complex is quiet, with adults at work and children at school, it's clear that the chaotic living conditions have
left it unrecognizable. A low kitchen has been built in one corner of the courtyard, flowerbeds have become makeshift toilets, honeycomb briquettes are piled at the end of the alleyway, and even the side doors
have been sealed off and converted into toilets. A man wearing floral shorts peeks out, while a woman at the doorway watches him warily, talking on her cell phone. Shao Hua
mentions Manna's name, but they all shake their heads. Shao Hua then mentions his uncle's surname is Jiang, but they still say they don't know him.
At this moment, one of the women who was on the cell phone comes over. She says she knows Manna and has heard she owns a high-end clothing store on the pedestrian street, but she doesn't know the exact
location . Shao Hua quickly thanks her and asks for directions to the pedestrian street. Several people started pointing and giving directions, which only confused him more. It was
the woman who had finished her phone call who said, "Call a pedicab, it'll take you there." Just as Shao Hua stepped out of the door, the woman chased after him again, saying
, "I remember it's in the middle of the street. Walk around to a few shops, you're sure to run into it." Fortunately, when Shao Hua got off the pedicab, he immediately recognized the fashion boutique
across as Manna's. Actually, on that prime pedestrian street, there were only four or five high-end clothing stores in his field of vision.
But he was certain that the one decorated with elegant pink walls was it—the warm and inviting color scheme Manna had always loved. Shao Hua hurried across the street, nearly
bumping into pedestrians. He didn't bother to apologize; through the glass of the fashion boutique, he saw the familiar yet unsettling figure he had longed for.
The slender figure was arranging the clothes in the shop. The colorful garments hung in mid-air, creating the impression of a sea of beauties. They were motionless
, as still as virgins. Their hanging posture was both deliberate and natural, as if they were born to be this way. She walked slowly past, expertly holding
the fabric in her hands, then suddenly releasing it, carefully smoothing out the wrinkles with her long, pale fingers. She touched the clothes with care and focus,
as if caressing someone's face.
At 3:30 PM, Manna's clothing shop was empty. A ray of sunlight shone through the sycamore leaves on the sidewalk, and dark dust floated in the air.
The mannequins and her moving figure cast strange shadows. Then, a man suddenly rushed in,
startling her as if she had seen a ghost. The clothes rack in her hands fell to the ground with a "crack," shattering into pieces. She stumbled backward, leaning against the counter.
Manna hadn't expected to run into her cousin Shaohua in her shop, especially since they were alone together.
She felt a little flustered, and she believed Shaohua felt the same way. She carefully observed the man before her. His once soft curves had
been replaced by sharper lines, giving him an angular look. His eyebrows, nose, cheeks, jawline, and lips all possessed a sharp edge, almost forming a rectangular face.
It was as if a silkworm had emerged from its molt; this was the form of the man emerging from the tender shell of youth. But it wasn't just that; it seemed that after shedding his molt,
he had undergone some kind of tempering and refinement, shaping him into his current form.
Manna's expression gradually dimmed, filled with sorrow. Fifteen years...twenty years...it felt like an eternity.
How had she endured such days? And how was he?
Manna's breath caught in her throat, her abdominal breathing rising to her chest. What had happened in those fifteen or twenty years? Perhaps only God knew.
God remained silent; all He knew was the secret of heaven.
Shao Hua asked, "Are you alright?" Manna replied, "Why did you come back?" Her tone was heavy with sadness, and Shao Hua's heart stirred. He was
speechless .
"You still remembered to come back? You still remembered to see me?" Manna's eyes were red, and she held back her tears, saying, "I broke your heart." Shao Hua
remained silent , his eyes fixed elsewhere.
Manna's pent-up words finally erupted like a volcano: "You were doing quite well in Guangzhou, weren't you? You married a professor's daughter, so what are you
doing here ?" She murmured, "I'm doing very well. I have a husband and daughters—he's a good man, and very considerate to me. My
twin daughters are adorable; you'll like them too. I know you haven't forgotten me, but, alas, I'm so heartbroken." She slowly walked up to him,
tears streaming down her face. She whispered, "Cousin." Shao Hua could easily reach out and pull her into his arms, but Manna felt an unprecedented
tension. She was afraid Shao Hua would actually do it; she could already smell his familiar scent. It was so familiar
, enough to transport Manna back to those lost years. She remained motionless, and so did he, like two solid stone monuments. Time seemed to pass both slowly and
quickly. It was the sweltering season; although it had rained, there was no wind, and beads of sweat seeped from their skin. Manna felt her own heartbeat,
thumping stronger with each beat. She believed she could feel Shaohua's heartbeat too; without a doubt, at this moment, their hearts should be beating in unison.
After a brief exchange, Manna fell silent again. Shaohua kept trying to break the silence. The silence gave Manna a very bad impression, as if
something unexpected was about to happen at any moment. But she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. A customer entered, her footsteps not light, yet the two of
them remained oblivious, still standing motionless like two rigid stone tablets. The customer seemed to sense something, regretting her
superfluous presence as she entered, and cautiously asked, "Won't I disturb you?" She wanted to leave as quickly as possible, but it was too late.
3. "Go on your way, I'll come see you." Manna said this after careful consideration. She didn't know
what . Although they were cousins, he was her first love, and they had shared a deeply unforgettable relationship.
Shaohua seemed to understand perfectly. He gave Manna his phone number and hotel room number, and then left. Watching his tall, swaying figure, Manna
's eyes welled up with tears, tinged with a deep sky blue. The setting sun, large and red, appeared alluring yet fragile against the azure backdrop,
presenting a contradictory scene of perfection and struggle. The few tree branches could no longer support the setting sun. Manna lowered her head and returned to the shop, her chest filled with
sorrow .
As dusk fell, the city's neon lights shimmered like scattered gold. Manna walked on the hard, wide road, merging with the millions of people and vehicles passing by
. As she was about to leave, Manna hesitated for a long time over what to wear. Having run a clothing business for over ten years, her wardrobe
was overflowing, but mostly divided into two distinct styles: one more ladylike, loose-fitting, and in muted colors, giving an
elegant ; the other tight-fitting, slightly foxy outfits, which made her look sexy. She chose the latter, and for some inexplicable reason,
she also wore a brand-new set of pink lingerie. She applied purple lipstick and eyeshadow, paired it with a leopard-print handbag, and people frequently turned to look at her.
Manna, a married woman with children, had shed her youthful innocence; as if stimulated and nourished by some growth hormone, a
budding peony suddenly blossomed into a delicate, radiant beauty. This effect was undoubtedly due to Manna's natural beauty, but it also owed much to
the fashionable high-end clothing of the time. Clothing can be ineffective for some, and can even backfire, making people dislike her.
For Manna, however, the fine, fashionable, and revealing clothing didn't confine her body; rather, it made her radiant, beautiful, and
alluringly seductive. Manna decided to set an example. She smoothed her hair, straightened her chest, and adopted a nonchalant air. She seemed to overdo it, her face radiating
an air of self-satisfaction. She took a step, trying to walk steadily, but the ground wouldn't cooperate; the entire city seemed to be sinking, creating a gap between the road and her feet, an added
layer of emptiness.
Shao Hua lived in the city's tallest building, the top floor of which housed a revolving restaurant. Rotating slowly at a uniform rate of one revolution per hour, one felt as if
sitting within time itself, embodying movement within stillness, and stillness within movement, just like time. The city is centered around a large building, radiating outwards along the roads. Many tall buildings stand around it, together with the buildings forming the city. The city was now
laid bare before Shao Hua, making him feel both at its center and its outsider. This sensation was accompanied by dizziness and a fear of heights.
Shao Hua was convinced that only... The bright interior of the restaurant contrasted sharply with the gloom outside, turning the glass curtain wall into a mirror, reflecting Shao Hua, sitting at the window table, along with other guests and
the chandelier in the glass, his eyes darting around at the other diners. He then saw Manna,
radiant and captivating, being led to her seat by a waiter. Along the way, she seemed oblivious to the people around her. Head slightly bowed, eyes lowered, she walked past the other tables,
even her gait revealing a hint of apprehension and fear of encountering acquaintances.
Shao Hua got up and brought her a chair. Manna gracefully covered her skirt with her hands and sat down. She said, "I've already eaten. You can order for yourself."
Manna was wearing a white, tight-fitting, sleeveless blouse with a floral print. The neckline was wide open, and half of her breasts were brazenly exposed. A small jade pendant hung
between , giving her a playful and casual look. Even sitting still, her cleavage had a captivating effect.
She looked up at her cousin, who stared blankly, and said, "Ha, don't you recognize me?" Shao Hua's face had been flushed the moment he sat down, and now he was even more flustered,
stammering, "No, I just sweated too much." The waitress handed him a Sprite; it was chilled, and the clean glass was no longer transparent,
a little foggy.
"Manna, how have you been all these years?" Manna smiled gently, instantly making Shao Hua feel relaxed. "Fine." Manna forced a
smile, raising her voice to almost a shout.
She wanted the man opposite her to see that she was enthusiastic, yet calm; she had no resentment, no grievances, her heart was as smooth as if it had been
ironed . She was not only the most successful mother, but also the happiest woman in the world, the sweetest wife. Shao Hua listened quietly,
but he wasn't always so calm. Sometimes, while listening to Manna, he would become excited without warning. When he got excited, he became more like his enthusiastic
cousin from years ago, somewhat incoherent. He spoke loudly, tilting his head, his eyes filled with reminiscence of bygone years.
How had he endured all these years? He thought he should die, yet he hesitated time and again. He blamed his own weakness. Twenty years ago, he had insisted he
should die. The golden years of one's life, the beautiful emotions, being extinguished—it's more heartbreaking than death itself. These past years, he had
lived , constantly wanting to do something yet unable to, truly wanting to cry but having no tears. As he spoke, tears began to flow. Shao Hua's emotional tears
caused bright tears to glisten in Manna's eyes, as if something long suppressed was finally releasing, something that needed to be restrained, something that needed to be endured. In her eyes was an extreme, serene
madness , like glossy leaves in the summer breeze, rustling endlessly in the twilight, emitting a shimmering, plant-like glow. Finally, it's unclear who
suggested it , or perhaps no one even brought it up, but Shao Hua suddenly grabbed her, almost like a bank robber, and dragged Manna out of the restaurant without a word.
4. They embraced in the dim light of the room. Shao Hua's arms were long and strong; his embrace tightened, with an aggressive, savage quality.
Manna 's legs began to retreat, and Shao Hua didn't even notice they had moved to the bed in the middle of the room. The room was dark, but there was a
faint moonlight on the curtains. The curtains swayed wildly in the night wind. Shao Hua's tall, strong physique, broad shoulders, and incredibly powerful arms made Manna
dizzy . She desperately leaned her weak body against him, and Shao Hua's lips searched eagerly, leaving a wet trace on her face, until finally he
kissed her lips. Manna eagerly pursed her full lips, tilting her head back to receive him. Their lips met, hers
locking his. Manna extended her tongue, and he captured it, kissing her passionately, lost in their own world. Shaohua's hands
were not idle either, slipping inside her neckline to knead her proud breasts. Manna's nipples hardened and stood erect. Shaohua
's hands trembled, unable to unhook her bra. It was Manna herself who pulled it off for him.
Her breasts, freed from their restraints, stood erect, like two angry, white rabbit heads raised high, standing motionless,
silent . Overjoyed, Shaohua buried his face in her chest, his lips instantly capturing her erect nipple, his tongue
swirling around it.
His rough beard nibbled passionately and affectionately at Manna's snow-white skin, his warm, moist tongue teasing her nipples. Manna was always amazed by
this sensual provocation; it deeply aroused her desire. A wave of dizziness nearly made her collapse; she could feel streams of fluid flowing from her uterus. Manna's
hands groped around his crotch, and through the fabric, she grasped his already swollen penis. With trembling hands, she gripped it tightly and shook it.
It was as if she had returned to twenty years ago, when she was a young girl, playing with a man's penis for the first time, experiencing that urgent, curious, and tense thrill.
It was this penis, held in her delicate palm then, so large and firm; Manna remembered the glistening drop of
semen that had flowed from its bluish-purple glans. Seeing her enthusiastically playing with his penis, Shao Hua quickly pulled down his trousers and underwear, revealing it vividly
to .
Manna was wearing a tight-fitting skirt and black stockings, making it difficult for Shao Hua to directly penetrate her private parts. His hand
hovered aimlessly between her thighs and behind her skirt.
Manna realized this and unzipped her skirt, letting it slide off as she swayed her plump buttocks. He then lifted Manna
's body, causing her to fall backward onto the bed, and pulled her waist, stripping off her stockings and underwear in one swift motion. His cousin Manna
lay naked on the bed, her short hair scattered on the white pillow and her pale, bluish shoulders. Because she remained motionless, her hair resembled
strands of fine black steel wire, silently and steadfastly bathed in the moonlight seeping in through the window. Her face remained fair and delicate, but a faint bluish tinge,
like her shoulders, clung to that fair complexion. She seemed somewhat shy, her hands resting on the mound between her legs, yet still unable to conceal the
soft , silky pubic hair.
Shao Hua felt thirsty; Manna's body was laid bare before him, every sensual part radiating an irresistible allure.
Shao Hua removed her hands; her vulva, its labia slightly closed, seemed half-asleep, languid, and poised for action, as if calmly
awaiting his fierce, savage, and brutal assault with his penis. Shao Hua pounced on the bed, like a hungry tiger seizing its prey
. His hands slipped beneath Manna, one supporting her soft waist, the other lifting her full buttocks. Manna wrapped her arms
tightly around his waist, raising her legs high, eagerly and impatiently welcoming his erect penis. It was as if she had opened a door,
trembling with fear, to welcome a distinguished guest's impending entry.
The moment Shao Hua's glans touched her plump labia, it encountered a gush of hot, moist fluid.
He shuddered; the passion coursing through his body almost erupted. His penis recoiled, and Manna's body writhed wildly.
Regaining his composure, he thrust his hips forward, and his thick penis plunged into her vagina. Manna moaned, her beautiful eyes
wide open, her mouth gaping idiotically, her entire body frozen, as if nailed to the ground. Shao Hua's penis thrust in and out of her vagina,
and her lips twitched and smirked in response. As he pushed gently, her delicate eyebrows gradually relaxed, her eyes closed slightly, and her lips parted a little.
She felt a surge of desire slowly rising within her, a tingling, pleasurable sensation making her involuntarily moan.
Warm, moist juices flowed incessantly from her vagina, her labia shamelessly thickening under the impact of his erect penis. Gradually, Manna became unsatisfied with Shaohua
's Her body writhed and twisted dramatically against him, her full breasts
jiggling joyfully with each movement.
Shaohua immediately increased the speed of his thrusts, wielding his penis with incredible force, each contraction spraying thick, milky-white juices, each thrust splashing them
onto her thick pubic hair and inner thighs. Manna's breathing grew heavier, and then she began to moan. Her body
tumbled and leaped, her nails digging deeply into his shoulder, but Shao Hua showed no mercy to her beneath him. Her continuous, soft moans and the contractions of her vagina seemed to
fuel his fighting spirit even more. He increased the amplitude of his thrusts and intensified his attack. In his almost frenzied thrusting, Manna felt herself
sinking into a most intoxicating and soul-consuming quagmire, feeling only powerful, churning sensations that made her roll and tumble like waves of heat. At this moment, her
cheeks eyes were brimming with tears, and her full lips were dry and cracked. She licked her lips with the tip of her tongue, making Shao Hua feel both pity and love. He pressed his penis tightly against her
inside, leaned close to her ear, and asked, "Are you still able?" "Mmm," Manna's voice seemed to come from her chest, and only then did Shao Hua slowly grind and release her.
"I haven't felt like this in so long," Manna said, her eyes sparkling. Her words seemed to ignite Shaohua's passion, and he thrust in and out again with fierce force.
Manna gasped, then let out a groan of ecstasy. At this moment, Manna's behavior bordered on wanton. She was active and eager, even a little obsequious, lifting her
buttocks accommodate him, even parting her labia herself to allow his penis to penetrate more directly.
Like a banana leaf in a summer storm, she stretched out, spread out, and swayed wildly. Except for her shrill cries of ecstasy
, her mouth was constantly talking, many of her words extremely lewd and obscene, spoken loudly and without restraint, each word seemingly electrified. She gasped for breath,
pressing close to Shaohua's ear, pleading painfully, "I want to shout, cousin. I want to shout, cousin." Finally, the pent-up desire in her lower abdomen erupted,
and her voice turned into a piercing howl.
Seeing the mature Manna's frenzied movements during her multiple orgasms, Shao Hua went all out, thrusting wildly again. Manna's soft pubic hair tangled with his
thick black hair, her wet labia enveloped his magnificent penis, and her overflowing vagina tightly embraced it. Manna
's body went limp, her eyes rolled back, and she let out a moan. Finally, in a rapid tremor, her vagina sucked and convulsed.
A sudden surge of heat washed over her, and she finally sucked, nearly fainting from the violent ejaculation. With a spasm throughout her body, she fainted
again from pleasure. Shao Hua held her weak and powerless body tightly, his heart pounding, his mind reeling, completely lost in the moment. Shao Hua was mad, and Manna was even madder.
Chapter Two: A Home Unspoken 1. Manna left the hotel and hailed a taxi on the street. A flamboyant woman
emerging from a hotel late at night inevitably evoked many ambiguous fantasies. The taxi driver sat upright in the driver's seat, not needing to look directly at her, but only using peripheral vision to guess
what for a living and what she would do next. Manna had said she was going to the police station, something he hadn't expected. Thinking he'd misheard, he turned around. The
woman in the back seat had a fair, pretty face with a fading blush, and large, watery eyes. Her well-proportioned and voluptuous figure displayed the
mature . She wore a uniquely styled white floral blouse and a black, tight-fitting short skirt. The high-necked, sleeveless design revealed her smooth, rounded shoulders, and the skirt
boldly featured high slits on both sides, vaguely revealing her shapely thighs as she moved.
Seeing the driver's dazed expression, Manna gave him the exact address of the police station. The driver snapped out of his reverie and started driving. Manna knew what he was
thinking. In this city, there are always some women who frequent high-end hotels, all seeking opportunities. It was precisely these women who led the driver to mistakenly categorize her
as one of them, severely hurting her and leaving her deeply affected. But Manna couldn't resist people's stares. Soon, they arrived at the police station.
As Manna got out to get her change, the driver said to her, "How about I wait for you here?" "Why would you wait for me?" Manna asked. He said, "I'm done for the day. Let's
get another room." Manna spat at him, angrily saying, "What do you take me for?" She stormed off, and when she turned back, the taxi had already
driven away. She recalled his expression and tone, and wondered why he had told her this, as if he thought she understood
. A wave of disgust washed over her. Thinking of his foolish face, she felt a surge of revulsion.
From the moment Manna entered the station, she felt the entire building wasn't just cold, but rather eerie, as if she had entered a basement. All the windows were
covered by , and the objects inside were just darker blocks of black than the dimness of the room; only their shapes were discernible, not their textures. She smelled a stagnant,
mixed odor emanating from the furniture, carpets, and leather. Manna found a room with a light on, in which the back of a man
shone with the light of a television screen. Manna knocked on the open door, and the man turned around. He must have been sitting on the sofa watching TV;
the cigarette butt still sat on the ashtray on the coffee table, emitting a dark red glow, indescribable as either intense or struggling.
"I am He Wei's family member; I'm here to collect him," Manna said, and the first thing she did was open the envelope and count the money. She counted the money very
carefully, her mouth forming words, but without making a sound, as if half of it would reach his ears if she did. After counting, she neatly placed the money
on the desk, her face much calmer. "Don't think you're safe just because you paid the money. I can detain and punish him." The policeman
strutted . Manna, looking at his still-childish face, retorted defiantly,
"This isn't my first time coming to pick someone up." The young policeman noticed that the tall woman in front of him had particularly vivid eyes—clear,
tolerant , and even a little tender. She was the kind of virtuous wife and loving mother type: reserved, timid, dutiful, and lacking in aggression. "You're here to pick up your husband, aren't you?" he asked.
Manna replied helplessly,
"If it weren't for my husband, who would be running around like this at a time like this?" The young policeman wasn't in a hurry to issue a release order. Instead, he pulled up a chair for Manna to sit down. "It
must be tough you, having such a husband on the beach." When he spoke, he was even a bit like an ice cube under the sun—arrogant and dignified at first, but slowly
melting away, revealing an uncontrollable flow and ripple, the sunlight shimmering, dancing, and lingering.
The young policeman, Liu Xingyu, was captivated by the voluptuous, mature woman before him on this boring night. Manna had shoulder-length hair, snow-white
skin, red lips, and bright black eyes. Her striking silk blouse almost completely exposed her breasts, the white skin
shimmering beneath. She wore a black miniskirt, her long, shapely legs spread wide before him, making him drool. He didn't want to release her so easily,
not because of the gambler He Wei, but because of his beautiful wife. "The boss instructed before leaving that repeat offenders with more than three offenses must be dealt with severely," the young
officer said, casually fiddling with the computer. "His records are in the computer; our branch alone has punished him three times." He then fixed his gaze on
Manna. Manna sat in the high-backed chair opposite him, her handbag on her lap, her right hand resting on the back of the chair. Her
deep seemed to tremble as she faced him, as if greeting him. Her crossed legs made it easy for his gaze to wander deeper; she was incredibly
sexy.
"Let your boss come," Manna said impatiently, already aware of the young policeman's unreasonable harassment. His gaze, like the bloodthirsty
tongue of a venomous snake, probed her sensual parts, as if to tear her clothes apart. Xingyu straightened his back, sitting even more upright, but his expression was
somewhat unnatural and embarrassed, because he felt a man's penis throbbing and swelling intensely in his groin. Xingyu didn't dare to make a move,
only waving his hand at Manna and saying, "It's in the conference room across the street. Take him away." "That's right, it's actually a very small matter." Manna could see that the young
policeman was just putting on an act, and his pretense was very clumsy and not clever at all. When she got up, she gave Xingyu a bright smile. Her smile was radiant
, revealing two rows of neat, pearly white teeth. That smile was simply wonderful, full of femininity. He couldn't help but blush, his heart fluttering.
The conference room was not lit. In the dim light, there were two or three people, some squatting and smoking, others walking back and forth. Manna saw her husband, who was fast asleep, slumped over the conference table. She didn't want to
go in, so she called out loudly from outside the door, "He Wei." He Wei was startled awake by Manna's playful shout. He opened his sleepy eyes, not forgetting to wipe the drool from the
corner of his mouth, and grinned. Manna didn't say anything, turned around and left. He Wei hurriedly followed behind her, and the two of them walked out of the police station one after the other. He Wei caught up with Manna from behind
, spitting at her and saying, "Hey, give me some money to buy a pack of cigarettes, I'm dying to get one." "At this hour, where can you still buy cigarettes?" Manna said rudely,
taking out some change from her bag and giving it to him.
After a while, He Wei came back, smoking a cigarette and holding a bottle of drink, looking completely different from his disheveled appearance when he was lying on the ground at the police station. He was thin with a long face
, narrow, dark eyes, a straight nose, and thin lips. His slightly wavy long hair made him look dashing and distinguished, and he was a good
half a head taller than Manna when he stood next to her. He hailed a taxi, affectionately put his arm around Manna's shoulder, and led her in first. Sitting next to his wife, he noticed that Manna looked serious and
didn't say a word, so he held his breath and silently watched out the window as the car swayed. The lights of the high-rise buildings on both sides of the street were almost all off. Apart from a few
weary streetlights, there were hardly any pedestrians on the street. Occasionally, a car would rush by like a shooting star and disappear in an instant. The empty street
added to the desolation.
At the end of a narrow alley was their secluded courtyard. He Wei took out his key and rattled the door. Manna stood beside him, not looking at him, nor
moving her lips, yet a commanding voice rang out in the night: "Couldn't you be a little quieter? You're waking the child." He Wei felt as if he had crawled from an ice cave into
a hot pot ; his limbs went weak and he almost collapsed to the ground. Although Manna's words were cold and devoid of any emotion, he could tell at a glance that she had forgiven him.
2. As soon as they entered their bedroom, Manna, like a migratory bird that had just completed a long flight, let out a long sigh and collapsed onto the sofa. Seeing this, He Wei immediately
knelt down, took off her high heels, and took out a pair of soft satin embroidered slippers from the shoe cabinet, gently helping her put them on. Seeing his attentive manner, Manna
took the opportunity to lean back on the sofa, extending her feet, still encased in black stockings, towards him. Just as He Wei's hand was about to slip under her skirt, she felt
a cool pool of semen seeping through her panties, and her heart sank. Her cousin Shao Hua's thick semen still lingered there. Afraid He Wei would suspect something, she pulled her feet back and
said, "I can do it myself." "I'll run the water for you," He Wei said, heading towards the bathroom in their bedroom. Manna quickly took off her stockings and panties; the
semen had already seeped down to the inside of her thighs, even her dark downy hair was tangled in clumps.
Manna entered the bathroom and saw He Wei sitting blankly on the marble surface of the bathtub. She said, "Get out, get out, I need to pee."
"Just go ahead, it's not like we haven't seen it before," He Wei grumbled reluctantly, struggling to get out of the bathroom. Manna sat quietly on the toilet,
the bathroom light now dim and warm, casting a soft, diffused glow on her nearly naked body. For all these years, since marrying He Wei,
she had never been with another man, not even in her heart. The sudden appearance of her cousin Shao Hua caught her completely off guard, yet she discovered
a vibrant world outside her marriage. This discovery filled her with passion. She poured all her intelligence and energy into it. She poured all her love,
passion , and hope into this man. Manna was helplessly drawn into another world of desire, a more captivating and passionate
world. She didn't even have time to choose; by the time she came to her senses, this world had already swallowed her whole.
When He Wei came back in, Manna was lying naked in the bathtub. The bathroom was now filled with mist, and a hazy, white body lay in
the tub , snow-white and pink. He Wei knelt down and saw that her eyes were closed. Knowing she was teasing him, he leaned in to kiss her, but she
blocked his mouth with her hand.
"Who wants your kiss? Your breath smells like smoke." "What did you do today? Why did you avoid me when you were taking a piss, and now you complain about my smoke? We haven't been like this all these years
." He Wei said discontentedly. Manna had been lying quietly in the water, her limbs seemingly numb, floating half-submerged. Hearing He Wei's words, she
suddenly opened her eyes, glanced at him, and felt a pang of guilt. She turned to the side coquettishly, making room for He Wei in the bathtub. He Wei hurriedly took off his underwear, and
as soon as he entered the tub, the water overflowed. The sound was exaggerated, making Manna's ears ring and giving her a feeling of utter despair.
What did it mean to touch Manna's delicate skin in the water, to be completely naked before her, especially the shadow between her legs, the pubic hair
floating in the water like seaweed, making his eyes bloodshot, everything he saw red? Manna's breasts were firm and full, but her nipples were small and adorable, a deep, luscious red.
He opened his mouth and his tongue enveloped her, enveloping her cherry-like vulva in his mouth, his tongue swirling and teasing her. Manna giggled at his teasing, playfully
splashing water on his face. He Wei's eyes were blurred by the water, but his hands, as if guided by eyes, quickly reached between Manna's legs,
caressing her swollen vulva. His penis was already hard and erect, and he suppressed his excitement. Meanwhile, his hands didn't
stop, gently caressing Manna's engorged labia. He knew very well that Manna, as his wife, was always susceptible to his
teasing, and when her desire arose, she would willingly throw herself into his arms. So he continued his slow, deliberate caresses. Under He
Wei slow but powerful teasing, Manna finally reached her breaking point. Her expression contorted, her breathing rapid, and soon she couldn't help but cry out, "
Hey…!"
Knowing her desire was aroused, He Wei swiftly lifted her from the bath, dripping wet, and wrapped her in a towel. He carried her
soft body back to the bedroom and gently placed her on the bed. He abruptly ripped off the towel, and in an instant, the completely naked Manna
curled . Though she tried to feign modesty, she was already utterly naked. He Wei leaned forward and pulled the curled-up Manna back
to a supine position. Manna was no longer trying to hide anything. Her tightly closed eyes, her slightly parted lips, and her
breasts, trembling slightly with her rapid breathing, were incredibly alluring. The captivating curve from her chest to her waist, like a patch of dark grass covering her legs,
was breathtakingly beautiful, filling the room with a woman's fragrance.
Manna pursed her lips, her mouth slightly parted, and her hands stretched out towards him with exquisite sensuality. He Wei bent down and took her wet little mouth into his.
Their tongues intertwined like precious silk. He Wei desperately suppressed his eager impulse, leaning forward slightly and pressing his body
against Manna's. Then, he moved her body from top to bottom and then from bottom to top, slowly rubbing against Manna's full breasts, her beautifully curved waist, and the
pubic hair on her lower abdomen. After repeating this several times, Manna's plump vulva was wet, her snow-white legs opening and
closing . In the harmonious atmosphere of their skin touching, Manna seemed ready to welcome her husband's entry.
He Wei grabbed a pillow from beside her head and pushed it under her waist from the side. As he instructed, Manna laid her body flat on the bed, slightly bending
her knees, and placed her buttocks on the pillow, making her vulva slightly protrude. Then, he used his hands to separate her legs and
slowly buried his hot penis into her vulva. As soon as he entered her vagina, a warm, moist fluid enveloped him. He thrust deeply into the very
depths , remaining motionless and silently pushing against her. The feeling of fullness filled Manna with ecstasy,
quickly filling the emptiness that had been hanging in her heart. When he uttered "Ah..." a soft moan escaped Manna's slightly pursed lips, a clear signal that she was enjoying the sensation.
He then began to thrust violently. His penis, as long as his body, protruded with each stroke, causing
his pubic bone to slap against Manna's vulva with resounding thuds. Manna hugged her bent knees, pressing her plump, white buttocks
up to meet each increasingly heavy thrust. After what seemed like an eternity, Manna finally grew tired. Her arms relaxed, and her legs limply rested on the bed.
He Wei held his wife tightly in his arms from above, Manna's hands also gripping his shoulders firmly. Their bodies were completely pressed
together, chests and abdomens, including their genitals, all seamlessly intertwined. As usual, he then began
to thrust Under his influence, Manna quickly became aroused, her heels slightly pushing, making her vulva protrude higher to meet his
assault, her labia engulfing his penis.
The bedroom light was bright, and He Wei could clearly see his wife's face, slightly tilted upwards. Manna's snow-white chin was slightly upturned,
her hair scattered around her, as if every strand of black hair was stretched taut.
She looked like she was in great pain, but a sweet expression shone through her seemingly pain-closed eyes, her slightly parted lips seeming
to express an indescribable excitement, her whole body swaying slightly from side to side.
Manna's panting and frenzied state always made He Wei lose control. He braced himself on the bed with both hands, intensifying his hip thrusts, and her breathing quickened accordingly
. He was about to climax. The moment this thought flashed through Manna's mind, her body trembled. There was no need to hold back any longer. Her mind relaxed
slightly , and then her soul seemed to leave her body, floating upwards. "Ah..." he cried out first, and then Manna responded.
Almost at the same moment, the two reached their climax together. He Wei, drenched in sweat, collapsed onto Manna, still immersed in the pleasure of release. Manna's
body, like a parched desert absorbing water, naturally absorbed his essence. So, he held Manna's upper body tightly,
and Manna's body went limp, surrendering herself to him. The two enjoyed the afterglow of satisfaction together.
3. The sun had illuminated the entire curtain, turning the original purplish-red into a yellowish-brown. Outside the window, a noisy commotion filled the air; the sounds of cars passing by on the distant street; someone stomped upstairs next door, the security door slamming shut. He Wei, having found his
t-shirt, had barely gotten out of bed when he immediately frowned. The bedroom was like a beach washed clean by a great wave, littered with debris. He strode over and flung
open the curtains. Sunlight streamed in through the sycamore leaves, suddenly flooding the bedroom: stains on the sofa, dirt on the floor
, adult hair oil, crumpled sheets, a rumpled blanket, and a pile of pajamas on the floor—all lost their luster in the stronger light.
He could barely open his eyes, blinking rapidly as he hastily tidied the room. He closed the wardrobe door, hung his pajamas on the hook behind the door, and then went to the next
room to urge
his daughter to get dressed so he could make the bed. He did all this without a trace of disgust on his face; a slight smirk played on his lips, and he hummed a tune. Every day, He Wei had to make sure his daughter ate
breakfast , took her to school, went to the market to buy groceries, and soaked the laundry. He was used to these routines,
living a simple, uneventful life amidst all sorts of mundane tasks. Troubles and joys, like the essentials of life—oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and firewood—were indispensable. His older sister, Ai Yun, had already gotten up.
She moved a wicker chair to a corner of the courtyard, leaning slightly to one side, flipping through a current affairs magazine. Her skirt was slightly rolled up, her arms wrapped around it. Beside her was a cluster of pomegranate trees in full bloom, their bright red blossoms forming a fiery display. The
rising morning sun cast a rosy glow on her face, making her already fair skin flushed, glistening with beads of sweat. This languid, lazy posture
made her appear even more radiant. "Isn't your sister up yet?" He Wei asked. Ai Yun didn't even look up and said, "Dad, it's the weekend." He Wei slapped his forehead and
said self-deprecatingly, "Look, you forgot about me. You can't even move an inch, let the sun beat down on you." He Wei then went into his sister Ai Hua's room. She was still fast
asleep in bed. Sleep had washed her face clean and moist. Somehow, a wisp of hair had fallen onto her face, giving her a
wanton and alluring look. The ends of her hair rose and fell with her breath, making his face itch for hers. He wished he could reach out and brush it away for her.
Ai Hua's sleeping posture was extremely restless. One of her arms was draped over her head, and one breast was almost bursting out of her nightgown, with the pointed nipple visible
. He Wei pulled open the curtains, and the previously dark room was suddenly brightened. The original mysterious atmosphere of the room
was fragmented . In the play of light and shadow, her eyelashes seemed to flutter slightly. He Wei jumped, wondering if he was mistaken. Then it seemed her breathing suddenly became short. Looking again, her sleeping
face appeared flushed. He Wei finally gave up the idea of waking her.
These were Manna's twin daughters, now grown up. He Wei vaguely remembered their childhood. For a long time, they were inseparable,
always walking to or from school together. The older sister, Ai Yun, was tall and slender, with gentle and delicate features. The younger sister, Ai Hua, was slightly shorter and fuller, but she
had a beautiful and lively face and a pair of bright, sparkling eyes. Ai Hua liked to wear skirts and high heels, while Ai Yun preferred trousers, which made her
legs longer and straighter. They walked side by side down the long street, carrying canvas schoolbags, always attracting the attention of people of all ages.
Ten years ago, if you asked Ai Hua who her best friend was, she would definitely say: Ai Yun. And if you asked her who she hated the most, she would also answer: Ai Yun. Back in
school, Aihua was already a stunning beauty, a standout among the students, with only her older sister Aiyun on par. Although they were
twin sisters, their personalities were completely different. Aihua was cheerful, lively, and a bit of a tomboy, while Aiyun was quiet, shy, and gentle like a well-bred young lady. The two
little girls grew into young women in the blink of an eye. They were in the same school, the same class, and even sat next to each other, constantly seeing each other. When it came to which
sister was prettier, the boys and girls at school each had their own opinions. They said Aiyun had the best complexion in the school, and even in the whole town.
The boys, after all, had limited vision; they could only discern Aiyun's uniquely clear and flawless skin. But Aiyun's beauty was more than that.
Many young men in the school and on the streets were primarily captivated by Aiyun's eyes. Her eyes were like pools of autumn water, calm and still when she looked down, and captivatingly beautiful when she looked up. They
said Aiyun's eyes could speak. The girls said that Aiyun was only pretty because of her walking posture, and that she wasn't as beautiful as her younger sister Aihua. They said Aiyun's eyes weren't
as big as Aihua's, and her eyelashes weren't as long. Of course, the girls' opinions lacked fairness, because when they discussed these two beauties on the street, they
would also say things like, "Aihua isn't as pretty as Aiyun. She's too thin, have you noticed?" Aiyun never wore tight clothes. In short, every smile,
every gesture of the two women drew everyone's attention, arousing the boys' affection and the girls' envy.
Aihua, being a few centimeters taller than her sister Aiyun, naturally held up the sign and paraded around during the sports meet. Because of her lively, cheerful, and witty personality,
she naturally became the announcer at the evening party. And because her chest was a few inches larger than Aiyun's, she rightfully became the queen of the class. Fortunately, her math grades
weren't great. Whenever the teacher asked a question, she would blink her beautiful eyes, looking lost and sometimes giving a terrible answer. Her silvery voice would
then utter nonsensical responses, eliciting bursts of laughter from the class. Even the stern teacher would laugh so hard he couldn't stand up straight. Naturally, Ai Yun's laughter would echo throughout the room.
Ai Yun's studies never worried Manna; she quickly gained admission to a teachers' college with excellent grades. Ai Hua, on the other hand, caused Manna considerable trouble. In the end, she had to rely on
connections to get Ai Hua settled in the same sports academy Manna had previously attended. Strangely enough, the two of them, who used to bicker and argue constantly, were
now as close as family. Despite their different personalities and aspirations, this didn't hinder their mutual affection. Aihua's
unpretentious nature appealed to Aiyun in some ways . Aiyun's hairstyle, her clothes, her tone of voice, even her ugly, raised eyebrows and glaring eyes when angry
—Aihua thought everything about Aiyun was good and always praised her. But it wasn't unwarranted flattery; she genuinely liked her and was very envious.
4. Aihua didn't wake up until the sun was high in the sky. She didn't want to get up immediately; she wanted to linger in bed a little longer, inhaling the lingering scent of the night before—the perfume,
the powder. She didn't find it stale; in fact, she found it pleasant, a rich, childlike scent. Finally, Aihua kicked off the covers, stretching out her arms
and legs , trying to expel the fatigue from oversleeping. It had been a long time since she had slept so peacefully
, undisturbed by dreams. Opening her eyes, the sunlight was already high in the sky, casting a bright glow on her bed, yet she felt incredibly refreshed and invigorated. She felt
warm , dry, and smooth all over, and then she noticed the slippery feel of the blankets and sheets. "Mom!" she called out from the bed. "What? It's so noisy." It
was Aiyun who came in. She said, "Mom went to the shop a long time ago." "My sheets and blankets need washing," Aihua said. She got out of bed and started
rolling up the sheets and blankets. Her pajamas were thin and transparent, revealing the outline of her bare thighs. She was probably not wearing anything underneath. She had a strange
allure . Her long, cascading hair covered her eyes, and her almost bare shoulders trembled slightly. The lines of her sensual thighs were clearly defined.
Aiyun didn't help her; she simply gazed silently at her sister's curvaceous body. From head to neck to shoulders, everything was soft and graceful; the curved lines
were a hallmark of womanhood, and the protruding belly gave a sense of fullness. From the curves of her body, she sensed the presence of a man. Such alluring
lines could never be created by a woman alone; only through the meticulous sculpting of a man could they become so perfect, so beautiful, so alluring.
Girls in their adolescence are particularly sensitive to love. Aiyun had been observing Aihua for a long time. As close twin sisters who spent every day together, even
the slightest movement in their hearts wouldn't escape each other's notice. And Aiyun naturally attributed this to a romantic relationship. She thought, Aihua has a boyfriend...
She had a boyfriend. The thought made her a little unhappy. It wasn't because Aihua had hidden anything from her; she didn't care about that.
Aiyun knew a bit about relationships between men and women. Moreover, like her, she had been instilled with the values of being a role model as an older sister and
being considerate . Her thoughts were actually more complex. On one hand, she was used to being suppressed; on the other hand, she felt resentful. She couldn't
express herself freely and without restraint like her sister, so she kept it all inside. Therefore, she was not as simple and quiet as she appeared.
What upset her was that her sister had a boyfriend. Aihua had always been the one to get the upper hand, which she took for granted, but this was the only thing she couldn't tolerate.
Aiyun was quiet, aloof, and not very sociable. Because of this, she felt the world in books was much broader, though not as vivid, but
unrestricted, free, and more in line with her lazy, inactive nature. Day and night, she would curl up in this single bed reading,
her mind wandering.
The more books she read, the richer her emotions became, so her interest in boys was very strong. And now, she had grown even more beautiful
. Entering puberty, her skin had gained some color, turning milky white, and her hair was thicker and blacker. Especially tall; she was quite tall, appearing even
taller than Aiwa. Although her frame was somewhat flat and not particularly upright, she possessed a delicate charm. The whites of her eyes were still bluish, her pupils a cat-like brown, and
her gaze held a knowing look that made her seem very subtle. In truth, she was more distinctive and eye-catching than Aiwa, but Aiwa still had
the upper hand. This was because she lacked Aiwa's enthusiasm. Both her beauty and her subtlety contained a kind of detachment, making it difficult to evoke
emotions in others. Her younger sister, Aiwa, was the complete opposite.
They lived in a unique little Western-style house in this alley, with red brick walls, high steps, stone arched doorways, a wide wooden staircase, and carved
floral handrails The ceiling was also decorated with carvings, and the windows were double-layered, one layer being wooden shutters. Although it was quite old, supposedly built by their grandfather
after he returned to his hometown after making his fortune overseas, it looked nothing like it had withstood decades of wind and sun after several years of renovation and decoration. The two sisters lived
in the two side rooms downstairs. Aihua was carrying a large pile of sheets, blankets, and pillowcases to be washed when she passed by Aiyun, dropping a pair of sexy lace-trimmed underwear. Aiyun picked them up and noticed that her sister was wearing sexy lace-trimmed underwear. Aiyun rummaged through her sister's room,
searching for any clues that Aihua had a boyfriend. Finally, she found an imported lighter in the bedside table.
It was a very expensive, gold-plated lighter; a gentle flick produced a long, pleasant buzzing sound. She clumsily fiddled with it,
finally managing to light it. The flame was a soft blue light. She covered the flip-top, then opened it again to light it. The more she played with it, the more skilled and adept she became. Later,
she would stroke the flame with her fingers, the tense and exciting action making her heart race. The way she stroked the flame resembled a greedy, playful woman carefully
handling a beloved object. When Aihua returned, she noticed the lighter in Aiyun's hand. Aihua said angrily, "Why are you rummaging through my things?" She lunged at Aiyun to snatch it, but
Aiyun held it high, saying, "Tell me honestly, what are you hiding this for?" "It's none of your business!" Aihua then grabbed
her around the waist, pinning Aiyun to the bed, but the lighter remained lit in her hand. Unable to reach it, Aihua bit Aiyun's forearm hard in frustration. Aiyun screamed
, and the lighter clattered to the floor. Enraged, she slapped Aihua across the face.
Aihua immediately burst into tears, and Aiyun, afraid someone would hear, covered her mouth, turning Aihua's sobs into quiet whimpers. And so, they
drifted apart. Girls are so sensitive; even the slightest change can affect them. However, unlike many previous instances of estrangement and resentment, this time,
it seemed that Ai Hua was the one being fierce, while Ai Yun, feeling somewhat guilty, softened her stance. She tried to talk to Ai Hua several times, or invited her to go shopping together, but was unreasonably rejected,
yet Ai Yun didn't react. She vaguely sensed that Ai Hua was angry with her for some reason, but she couldn't explain it, so she could only let it be.
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