[If There Is Love] (Parts 2-5)

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Chapter Two

Coming to my senses, my mother returned my kiss, her smooth, fragrant lips actively entering my mouth,

entwining with my tongue. The delicate body in my arms gradually grew hot, her legs fidgeting restlessly. I propped myself up on my right arm, reaching out my left hand

to gently brush away the strands of hair that fell across my smooth forehead, our eyes meeting.

My mother was a beauty; I had known this since childhood. Even now, at forty-four years old,

time had not changed her. Her black hair cascaded around her fingers, white strands adorned her forehead, her eyebrows were like spring mountains, her eyes held autumn waters, and a few curves hinted at her allure. Her skin

was like jade, her face like a peach blossom, her nose like a steep cliff, her lips like blooming cherries, a gentle and captivating smile.

Staring into my mother's eyes, which seemed to be weeping, I was momentarily captivated.

"Mom, I love you!" Hearing her son's words, my mother was deeply moved. She gently raised her head, our lips met, and

a fragrant aroma wafted over her. This is my favorite scent of my mother, her unique fragrance. It's as if it

envelops me completely, the aroma traveling from head to toe, making me feel utterly comfortable.

My mother took my hand and slipped it inside her pajamas, placing it on her full breasts, and said in a sweet voice, "Son...

my good son...my darling husband...Mommy loves you too...I love you madly...Mommy is yours, Mommy

wants you to love me..." My mother's reaction excited me. My left hand kneaded her full breasts, feeling their

smooth texture; my right hand went over her protruding belly, reaching the mysterious garden that gave me birth and nurtured me.

The flower bud released nectar, and my mother's vagina was a "masterpiece"—named: Jade Pearl. Even though she was over

forty , it was still as tight as a young woman's, and the love juice it secreted had a special fragrance that was captivating.

My mother's breathing became heavier, and her hands hurriedly pulled off my clothes. When I was naked, she

pushed me onto the bed, pounced on me, and licked and kissed my chest, making my chest wet.

Seeing my mother's passionate expression, and wanting to ease her anxiety, I decided to have a special kind of sex.

"My dear daughter, so eager?" I said with a grin, deliberately emphasizing the word "daughter."

Sure enough, my mother paused her kissing, looking up at me with a puzzled expression. I knew her attention

was now focused, so I continued, "What? I slept with Yingmei, but isn't that your dad? If you want Daddy to fuck

you, you have to lick Daddy's cock first. If you lick it well, Daddy will reward you; if you don't, Daddy will spank you

." After saying that, I even tentatively patted my mother's buttocks; the pleasant feel almost made me

groan .

My mother was incredibly clever, understanding immediately. She immediately replied in a low voice, "Yes, good Daddy! My dear daughter

will lick it for you right away, you have to be good to your dear daughter." As soon as she finished speaking, my mother propped herself up with her hands,

spread her legs, and knelt on either side of me, slowly lowering herself. Her beautiful eyes looked at me with irresistible allure, her small

tongue occasionally licking her lips, doing everything she could to provoke me.

Seeing my mother's aroused state, I secretly felt relieved.

At that moment, my mother had already grasped my penis and was stroking it up and down; tilting her head, she stared at me with a smile,

then smiled brightly at me, turned her head, and kissed the head of my penis. Stimulated by my mother, my penis

twitched violently. My mother was startled by the twitch, raised her hand to lightly slap it, and giggled, "You're so fierce!" "

Mom , it's yours, after all..." Uncle. "Ah, how can you hit it?" My mother rolled

her eyes at my teasing words, parted her lips slightly, and took my penis into her warm mouth.

When my penis entered my mother's mouth, I couldn't help but gasp—this was fucking amazing!

Of all the women in the family, my mother's oral sex skills were the best. Although Ping'er's skills were now quite good, she still

couldn't surpass my mother. This was probably because she had been with me the longest and knew my body best.

While my thoughts were wandering, my mother was already skillfully swallowing and spitting out my penis. I placed my hands behind my head,

enjoying the beautiful sight of this "jade woman playing the flute," and this jade woman was none other than my mother!

My mother knew every erogenous zone I had. Each time she swallowed, she would take my penis deep into her throat, then turn

her head ; when she spat it out, she wouldn't spit it out completely, leaving the glans in her mouth, covering it with her lips,

her tongue touching the urethral opening, her teeth gently biting the surface of the glans. Each time, I would exhale a long breath.

After swallowing and spitting for a while, my mother began to use her "licking" technique. One hand held my penis, and her delicate

tongue started from my scrotum, gliding over the shaft, all the way to the glans. She would swirl her tongue around the glans, then move downwards,

repeating this cycle. My mother didn't hold back her saliva, making my penis all wet. In addition,

she would occasionally take my scrotum into her mouth, embracing it with her warm oral cavity.

Despite my mother's diligent oral sex, I had no urge to ejaculate. Mom knew that words

alone wouldn't get me going. After a few deep throats, she got up and decided to get down to business

.

Seeing her straighten up and lift her hips, I quickly stopped her: "Good daughter, you're pregnant

, do you still want to be a 'knight'? Just lie there obediently, Daddy will take good care of you."

Mom pinched me, but then rolled over and lay back down on the bed. Seeing me lean over her, ready to enter,

she said, "Then be careful, your wife is in your belly, I won't be responsible if you hurt her!" I pinched her

breast and laughed, "You're so bold! Daring to threaten Daddy, see how I deal with you!"

With that, I thrust forward, my penis spreading open her vagina, instantly penetrating more than halfway.

Seeing that I was really going in, Mom, afraid of hurting the baby, quickly reached out to support me, scolding,

"Gently... your daughter won't run away." Of course, the game continued.

I was just trying to scare Mom, as punishment for her threat. I was saving my strength;

my child is in her belly. I lowered my head and lightly touched her lips, saying, "I know, how could I bear

to hurt my own child?" Mom wanted to speak, but as soon as she opened her mouth, my tongue slipped inside. She instantly forgot

what she wanted to say, embracing me and kissing me passionately. I, on the other hand, moved my lower body, gently thrusting in and out.

Mom's vagina, being pregnant, was warm and moist. It wasn't as tight as usual, but every contraction and relaxation

was breathtaking. Mom's hands hung limply around my neck, her almond-shaped eyes slightly closed, her eyelashes trembling, her lips

slightly parted, soft moans escaping her lips; her legs wrapped around my waist, her "plump waist" swaying gently, welcoming

my intrusion.

When I make love with my mother, I love looking at her face; it's a face I'll never tire of looking at.

Gazing at her beautiful face, a warmth suddenly fills my heart: This is the woman! She gave birth to me, raised me, and loves me! Not only did she

give herself to me, but she also bore me two daughters. Now, for me, she's willing to become a pregnant woman at an advanced age.

How much does her love for me go?

Thinking of this, a pang of sadness wells up in my eyes. I bury my head in my mother's arms. Here, I will always be a

child , her darling, her Chen'er. This is my eternal home!

I whisper, "Mom, my mom... I love you... Mom, I love you... Do you know,

Mom? Your Chen'er loves you..." Each word gently touches my mother's heart.

My mother is startled, wondering why I'm so moved. Just a moment ago, I was teasing her with "daughter, daughter," and now

I've become like a baby in swaddling clothes again. However, she doesn't ask why. One hand is around my waist,

patting my back gently like when I was a child, while my lower body begins to intensify slightly. I knew Mom wanted to comfort me with her

body and her love. Understanding her thoughts and considering her pregnancy, I held

her down and increased the speed of my thrusts, my hands covering her breasts, teasing the rosy nipples.

With a burst of strength, Mom felt overwhelmed. The sight of her son's penis inside her vagina,

the fingers all brought her overwhelming pleasure. She felt as if she were being overwhelmed, swallowed and crushed by this surge, and

yet she was so willing.

"Ah...ah...good daddy...deeper..." my dear daughter pleaded, and how could I, as her father,

refuse? With a gentle push, my penis, already inside Mom's vagina, advanced another half inch.

Just that half inch was enough to make Mom babble incoherently again: "Ah... dear Daddy... dear husband...

deeper... faster... good son... Mommy's going to die... Mommy... daughter... is going to

be fucked to death by Daddy..." Amidst Mom's increasingly loud moans, I increased the speed of my thrusts, wanting to

send her to the peak of pleasure in one go. However, I still held back, not daring to get too carried away.

With each powerful thrust, Mom was filled with seductive allure, her breath coming in soft gasps.

"Daddy... daughter's going to die... ah... almost there..." Mom's voice rose higher and higher; I

knew her climax was approaching. Maintaining the speed of my penis, my hands no longer gently pinched Mom's nipples, but instead

kneaded them vigorously, giving her even greater stimulation. Finally, after one heavy thrust, Mom seemed to be suddenly choked

; her head shot back high, her legs gripping my waist tightly, her hands gripping my

arms , and her moans abruptly ceased. Her vagina began to spasm, gripping my penis, and a large amount of

vaginal fluid gushed from deep within her.

I knew my mother was having an orgasm. After her orgasm, my mother lay weakly on the bed, her body limp, as if she had fainted. But I

knew that my mother's orgasms were always like this—coming on suddenly and intensely, but fading slowly. I lay down beside her, pulling

her into my arms, and gently touched her lips, soothing her afterglow.

Chapter 3

After a while, my mother finally recovered from the weakness following her orgasm. At this moment, my mother's almond-shaped eyes were filled with spring,

her cheeks flushed, and her breath was soft and delicate; her appearance truly captivated me.

Although I hadn't ejaculated yet, I knew that my mother's body couldn't withstand my exertion. After all,

she was pregnant, and her spirit was already exhausted. My mother felt my erection, touched my lips, and said apologetically:

"A daughter is useless; she can't make Daddy ejaculate."

I tightened my embrace around my mother, tucking the messy strands of hair behind her ear, and said softly, "It's okay,

as long as Mom is happy. Besides, Mom knows my abilities."

Hearing me stop calling her "daughter," my mother rolled her eyes at me and said, "You brat, always trying to take advantage of

your mother !"

I laughed and pushed my penis, which was pressed against my mother's thigh, forward a little. "I've already taken advantage of you in a bigger way, so why would Mom

care this? Besides, this isn't taking advantage of you!"

My mother frowned and said, "How isn't it taking advantage? No matter what, you're my daughter, I'm

your mother! Calling me daughter, isn't that taking advantage of me?"

I reached out and placed a hand on my mother's breast, teasing the nipple, and asked, "

What do you call Yingmei?"

My mother also reached out and grasped my penis, rubbing it lightly. Hearing me say this, she said, "Call me Mom

. Not only my mom, but also your grandma."

"So I slept with Yingmei, and we had sex. Yingmei even said I was her 'good man' and

'good husband,' so what should you call me?"

Mom angrily pinched my penis and scolded, "I knew you'd bring this up, you heartless thing!

So, according to you, you also slept with Jing'er and the others, why didn't you call me Grandma?"

I smiled knowingly and said, "That's not right. When I slept with Jing'er and the others, they all called me

Dad , not 'good man' or 'husband,' so I shouldn't call you Grandma!" I

paused, staring intently at Mom. "Besides, I also want to treat Mom like my daughter."

Mom's eyes reddened, she turned her head away, and pouted, "You bad boy, I'm not talking to you anymore!" But her trembling

voice betrayed her true feelings. Seeing my mother's petite, womanly appearance, I felt a surge of tenderness. I turned her

head and said affectionately, "Okay, Mom, I was just joking. You'll always be my dearest mom!"

My mother tapped me lightly, "You've got a conscience."

I had wanted to enjoy this moment of warmth with my mother, but under her caresses, my penis became even more erect.

My mother looked down and frowned, "Chen'er, aren't you uncomfortable like this? Should I call your sister and Jing'er up

to keep you company?"

I shook my head and said, "No need. My sister has to cook, and if it's late, my sister and Yingying will

be hungry when they get back. Jing'er is young, and this is her first pregnancy; I don't want to put too much pressure on her."

"Then let Mom do it. Seeing you like this makes me uncomfortable too." My mother hesitated for a moment. As she spoke, she grasped

my penis and guided it into her vagina.

I quickly stopped her, saying urgently, "No, no! Mom... you're pregnant too. Besides, I'm not

driven by lust, I don't have that much desire. Just let me stay with you quietly for a while. It's been so long since I've been in Mom's arms."

After saying that, I moved my body down a little, buried my head between my mother's breasts, and raised my head to say in a childish voice

, "Mommy, Chen'er's tummy is all flat, I want to eat Mommy's milk."

When my mother heard me bring up the words I used to say when I was a child, her face immediately showed a longing expression, and she laughed:

"Back then, you little devil clung to Mommy every day, even though you were already four or five years old, you still wanted to eat milk."

I suckled at my mother's nipple and mumbled, "Who can blame me when Mommy's milk is so delicious? I can

never get enough of it in my whole life."

"Later, when you gave birth to Qin'er and Lan'er, you ate a lot! How can a father eat more than his daughter..."

Suddenly my mother fell silent, and I looked up at her in confusion, my mouth still full of her nipple. I heard my mother

sigh softly, "We don't have enough girls in our family. I should have given you more."

I smiled wryly, about to speak, when she continued, "How about I suck it out for you?"

Seeing the excitement in her eyes, I couldn't bear to refuse and nodded, "Thank you, Mom."

"It's no trouble at all, Mom likes it too." With that, she bent down and, just like before, took my

penis into her mouth, using every trick in the book. Not wanting my mother to get tired, I used all

my senses to build up pleasure. Finally, after my mother's cheeks ached from exhaustion, I ejaculated in her mouth. My mother's lips

pressed against my penis, she pulled it out of her mouth, looked up, and opened her mouth for me to see. I patted

her head, panting, and laughed, "Good girl..." Then my mother closed her mouth

, swallowed everything I gave her with a "gulp," and then bent down to clean my penis, making sure it was spotless. Finally, she kissed the head of my penis

and went to the bathroom to clean up.

That's just how the women in my family are; they never waste a single thing on me.

It was already 5:30 when Mom came out of the bathroom. Dusk was falling, and I figured the girls should be

back by now. Mom and I put on our casual clothes and went downstairs together.

We'd barely settled on the sofa when we heard the door open, followed by a cacophony of

laughter. A body, still carrying the scent of my little girl's milk, bumped into me, and

a kiss landed on my cheek. I heard Yingying's excited voice: "Daddy, Daddy, you know what?! I'm really

pregnant! Yay! I'm so happy! Daddy's the best!"

I quickly hugged her tightly, feigning anger, "Look at you, acting all crazy again. You know

you're pregnant, and you're still running around like that!"

Seeing I was angry, Yingying immediately put on a pitiful look, her little eyes

pleading . I wasn't really angry to begin with, but seeing Yingying like that, I immediately surrendered.

"Oh dear, oh dear, look at you, Daddy was just concerned about you. Daddy wasn't really angry, okay... come on,

smile."

Before I finished speaking, Yingying was already beaming, her crescent-shaped eyes melting my heart.

"Haha, Daddy fell for it again!" I said, a bitter smile spreading across my face. What can I do? I love these little

girls so much, and besides, I can't bear to part with those crescent-shaped eyes.

"Yingying, come down, Daddy should hug me now." Qin'er, following closely behind, looked at Yingying clinging to me and

complained.

Yingying pouted and said, "I'm pregnant now, so I need Daddy's special attention. Right,

Daddy?" She kissed me on the cheek and then made a face at Qin'er.

Qin'er, not one to back down, rushed over and squeezed into my arms. I quickly freed my other arm and

pulled Qin'er into my embrace as well.

A daughter is a father's sweetheart from a past life, and also a father's little creditor in this life.

While things were raging here, my younger sister changed her shoes and led Ping'er, Ji'er, and Shuangshuang into the living room. I heard

Yingying chattering in my arms about things like, "We need to name the baby," and "We need to buy maternity clothes later."

"Dad's got another concubine," she chuckled. "Look at Yingying, she's so smug. Just now, when Sister

Shuhui told her she's pregnant, she almost attracted the whole hospital. On the way here, she kept telling me

to drive faster, she wanted to fly back to tell you." She sighed, feigning disappointment. "Yingying,

why can't you be a little more reserved? Luckily you don't have to get married, otherwise who would want you?"

Seeing her mother teasing her, Yingying jumped out of my arms as if pricked by a needle, hands on her hips, head held high,

and shouted, "You're the one getting married! Besides, Mom, you're not much better than me. Just now at the hospital, I

saw you whispering to Auntie for ages, I heard it all..." She suddenly stopped, then

mysteriously leaned closer... I whispered in her ear, "Dad, let me tell you, Mom's pregnant too.

I overheard it at the hospital just now."

Seeing Yingying's mysterious look, Mom laughed, "What little secret do you two have now?"

Yingying had just turned to talk to Grandma when her older sister, who had heard the conversation in the living room, came out of the kitchen and chimed in

, "Yingying and Chen-di have so many secrets." Turning to her younger sister, she laughed, "Look at your daughter! I could hear her making such a racket in

the kitchen , and you don't even try to control her."

Her younger sister pouted, "I can't control her, let her dad handle her. It's strange, isn't it

? Jing'er and Yingying, whom you and I had at the same time, have such different personalities!"

Her older sister laughed, "That's because she inherited it from you! Like mother, like daughter. You've always

been loud , and once…"

"Sister… that was so many years ago, why are you bringing it up again?" her younger sister said, blushing. Then she pushed her older sister

towards the kitchen, "Hurry up and cook, I'm starving!"

"Hey, don't push me! If you want to eat, cook it yourself! You're lazy and good-for-nothing, just like your brother!"

Me: "..."

My younger sister said, "Oh, my cooking isn't as good as yours. Good sister, hurry up, hurry up."

"Okay, stop pushing me. Don't worry, it's almost done, you won't go hungry." After saying that, she walked

over to Ji'er and helped them put their schoolbags on the cabinet in the entryway. Ji'er and the others called out, "Mom (

Auntie , Big Sister), we're back."

Hearing what Yingying said, I was delighted and asked, "Really? What did your mom and auntie

say?"

"Of course! I heard it's absolutely true—Dad didn't use the idiom wrong, hehe."

"Okay, get to the point."

"Ahem, Mom said, 'Sister, am I really pregnant too?' 'Of course it is! How could you let him do

this? I let Ping'er's situation go, but I got angry when I found out Jing'er was pregnant, and now Yingying and you are both

pregnant. That bastard is so cruel to you!' 'Okay, sister, you know

our family. We're all doing this willingly. Speaking of which, brother was mostly forced into it.' Then they

spoke even softer, and all I heard was something about 'forgive' and 'go back.' Dad, what's

Aunt's relationship with our family? She doesn't seem to find our situation strange at all."

Listening to Yingying mimicking her mother's speech, I couldn't help but laugh, but then I

felt sadness—she still couldn't forgive me.

When Yingying asked me, I didn't know how to answer. Suddenly, my hand was grasped by another. I

turned around and saw my mother smiling at me, then saying to Yingying, "Yingying, Grandma

will tell you about your aunt later. Now, we need to congratulate your mother."

My mother had saved me from an awkward situation, and I gave her a grateful smile. That hand seemed to have given me a lot of strength. I pinched

Yingying's cheek and looked up at my sister, saying, "Xiaoru, are you pregnant too?"

Chapter 4

When my sister heard me ask her, her face flushed red. She glared at Yingying, who was still in my arms, and said,

"I knew you'd betrayed Mom!"

Yingying snuggled closer to me, stuck out her cute little tongue, and giggled without saying a word.

My younger sister continued, "It must be true. Just now at the hospital, when Sister Shuhui was examining Yingying

, she suddenly told me I was pregnant too. I didn't believe it. Then she made me get a checkup too, and it really is!

What am I going to do now? Looks like I'm going to end up like Jing'er." She then glared at me, "It's all your fault, you

ejaculated inside me again! You bad brother!"

I was about to say something to comfort my sister when Yingying, who was standing nearby, heard her mother's words and burst out laughing

.

The older sister saw this and asked, "Yingying, what are you laughing at?"

Yingying replied, "I'm laughing at Mom."

Shuangshuang, hearing her sister laughing at their mother, also asked curiously, "Sister Yingying, what's so funny about Mom

?"

Yingying looked at her younger sister and said, "I'll tell you if Mom promises not to get angry."

The younger sister, intrigued by her daughter, said, "Go ahead and tell me, Mom won't get angry."

Yingying, seemingly unconvinced, jumped out of my arms, went behind the sofa, and only peeked out with her little head

, laughing, "I'm laughing—that day someone yelled 'I ejaculated inside me! I ejaculated inside me!' and now

they're blaming Dad." She even wrinkled her little nose as she finished speaking.

My younger sister was mortified. Forgetting about bothering her older sister to serve dinner, she lunged at Yingying, yelling, "You little

brat! I knew it was all bad news! You even dared to talk nonsense about Mom! I'll spank you!"

Seeing her mother about to catch her, Yingying quickly ran away from behind me and hid in her grandmother's arms,

shouting, "Daddy, Daddy, stop Mommy! Mommy broke her promise, she said she wouldn't get angry! Now

she's picking a fight!"

I laughed and hugged my sister, saying, "Alright, Xiaoru, Yingying was just joking with you

." Then I whispered to my sister... I whispered in her ear, "Little sister, you're pregnant again! Your brother is so happy!"

Hearing this, my sister stopped struggling to grab Yingying, but still glared at me, saying, "You always

side with your daughter! I'm still your sister! It's like the bride being carried to bed, the matchmaker being thrown over the wall!"

My mother was also amused by my sister and her daughter, repeatedly saying, "Oh dear... oh dear... you two

! Xiaoru, please forgive Yingying. Yingying, you're wrong too, how could you joke like that with your mother!"

My mother had the highest authority in the family, and even she intervened, immediately calming the situation down. Besides

, my sister was only embarrassed for a moment, and now everyone was pleading for Yingying, so she didn't take it too seriously. However, she

still sternly said to Yingying, "Don't do it again!"

Yingying cooperated, lowering her face and pitifully replying, "I know I was wrong." Seeing her

daughter feigning pitifulness, my sister couldn't help but burst out laughing. Yingying immediately brightened up and rushed into her sister's

arms, acting coquettishly.

The older sister, having watched the play for a while, suddenly remembered that Qin'er and Lan'er hadn't returned yet. So she asked her younger sister,

"Xiaoru, where are Qin'er and Lan'er?"

The younger sister, startled by her sister's question, suddenly slapped her forehead. "Oh dear, it's all because of that little brat Yingying

! I almost forgot the most important thing!" She then lowered her voice and looked at everyone mysteriously, saying,

"Guess who I ran into this afternoon?"

"Who knows who you ran into? I only know you lost Qin'er and Lan'er!"

"Sister, don't interrupt." The younger sister swallowed hard and said, "You'll never guess. Hehe, I

ran into Grandma this afternoon!"

"What?" My mother and I stood up simultaneously, stunned by the news! The younger sister had actually run into

Grandma !

"How did you run into Grandma? Where did you meet her? Where is Grandma?" I couldn't help but ask several questions

in a row .

Mom and Ping'er looked at their younger sister expectantly. Seeing their surprised expressions, the younger sister

smiled , "Don't rush, let me tell you the story."

It turned out that this afternoon, the younger sister had to take Yingying to the hospital for a checkup. After finishing one class, she was about to leave with

Yingying .

If she went to the hospital and then went back to school to

pick , so Qin'er could go with her.

The younger sister asked Yingying to wait for her in the classroom, and she went to Qin'er's classroom alone.

Qin'er's classroom was some distance from the younger sister's office building, separated by a pebbled path

that rarely went by.

To get there faster, the younger sister didn't take the main road and followed the path. But she had only gone halfway down the path

when she suddenly felt a whoosh behind her, as if something had flown past. She turned around to look, but found

nothing .

The younger sister shook her head with a smile, thinking she was hallucinating. She turned around and was immediately startled—

there was a person standing in front of her, or rather, a woman.

The younger sister was so frightened by the sudden appearance of the person in front of her that she almost lost her mind, thinking, "Am I seeing a ghost in broad daylight

?! "

Just as she was about to scream, the person in front of her waved her hand, and the younger sister immediately fell silent.

While the younger sister was still terrified, the woman in front of her said, "Xiaoru, it's me!"

The voice sounded very familiar, and the younger sister then carefully looked at the woman in front of her: "Age, I think, maybe twenty or

thirty, wearing a purple ancient-style dress. Delicate eyebrows, a pretty nose." Her features looked exactly like someone else's

, and the woman looked at the younger sister with a smile in her eyes.

Suddenly, the younger sister realized, yet remained uncertain, and cautiously asked, "You are...

Grandma ?"

The woman smiled, "It's kind of you to remember me."

Overjoyed, the younger sister grabbed the woman's arm, exclaiming, "You really are Grandma! Grandma, where have you been all these years? Do you

know how much we've missed you? You left without saying goodbye back then, do you know how worried we were? Mom and brother searched for you

for three years, but we never heard from you. If it weren't for that letter you left behind, we would have thought..."

"Thought I was dead, right?"

"...Grandma, where did you go? And why do you look so young? I remember you should be sixty,

Grandma . And what's with what you're wearing?"

"Xiaoru, don't ask so many questions. Time is of the essence, listen to me. I'm going to take those two children

away ..."

"Take them away? Grandma, who are you taking? Where are you going? No! Grandma, you're leaving again? Where are you going this time

? No, I won't let you go! We've all missed you so much, you can't leave this time." The younger sister

gripped her grandmother's arm tightly.

Grandma smiled bitterly, "It's just Qin'er and Lan'er, I won't hurt them. As for me, it's not

time for me to see your brother yet."

"Why?! Don't you miss your brother? Don't you miss Mom? Anyway, I don't care, I won't let you

go!"

"Xiaoru, stop it. I really have something very important to do this time, I need to take those two children away for a

while . I'll bring them back soon."

"Grandma, please don't go, we really miss you. You can tell us what's wrong."

"Silly child, I miss you too! But I really can't see your brother right now!"

"Why? Is there something wrong with your brother?"

"It's not that he's wrong, it's my own problem."

"Grandma, what happened?"

"Sigh... What a tragedy!" Grandma was silent for a while, then, as if making a decision, "Xiaoru,

don't ask anymore, I won't tell you now, and I won't go to see your mother and brother either."

Seeing that she couldn't persuade Grandma, the younger sister immediately hung her head in dejection, tears streaming down her face. From a young age

, she and her brother were raised by their maternal grandmother, who was like a second mother to them. Because of that awful person

, they were sent to their grandmother's house when they were less than three months old. Their grandmother raised them, taught

them to read, and until they were six, they always considered her their mother. Later, their grandmother

suddenly passed away, and they were heartbroken for a long time, even arguing with her brother about it. Now that their grandmother

had finally returned, they hoped she would stay, but she was leaving anyway. How could the younger sister not be heartbroken

?

Seeing how attached the child she had raised was to her, Liu Yuying was extremely reluctant to part with her, but the

thought of that incident forced her to harden her heart.

"Xiaoru, don't cry," Liu Yuying gently wiped away Xiaoru's tears.

"Grandma...Grandma...don't go, okay? Xiaoru misses you!"

Hearing Xiaoru's sobs, Liu Yuying's heart was filled with sorrow. She could only whisper, "Grandma

will be back in a month or three months this time. Then she'll never leave again!" She

added silently, "If things go smoothly.

" "Really?" Xiaoru suddenly looked up, her face full of hope as she gazed at Liu Yuying.

"Really! How could Grandma lie to you?"

"Then… okay. Xiaoru believes Grandma." Xiaoru smiled and threw herself into Liu Yuying's

arms , hugging her tightly. Liu Yuying stroked Xiaoru's back, her heart filled with emotion: "Heaven, I

pray you will grant me success this time."

"By the way, Grandma, where are you taking Qin'er and the others?" Xiaoru suddenly asked, nestled in Liu Yuying's arms

.

Liu Yuying gazed at the horizon and murmured, "To do something very important…"

"And then?" I frowned. Xiaoru shrugged and said, "That's it. Then Grandma left with

Qin'er and Lan'er."

"How can that be all? Grandma didn't say where she was going. Why couldn't she see me? You

didn't even ask her these questions!" Feeling depressed, my tone became unfriendly.

"I asked, but Grandma just wouldn't tell me. What could I do? Why are you yelling at me?"

Mom sighed deeply beside me, looking at me and saying, "Chen'er, since your grandma doesn't want to

come back , there must be a reason. Didn't she say she'd be back in a month or three at most? Let's

wait patiently."

I was still puzzled by what Grandma kept emphasizing: "Why can't she see me? Why did she take

Qin'er and Lan'er away? Is there something special about Qin'er and Lan'er? That shouldn't be the case, so why does it have to be

Qin'er and Lan'er? Why can't Jing'er and the others? Besides, Qin'er and Lan'er weren't even born when Grandma left

, and even Mom wasn't pregnant. Grandma! Grandma, what secret are you hiding?"

"Oh, right, brother, Grandma said she has something for me to tell you."

"What? Something for me? Why didn't you say so sooner? What does Grandma want you to tell me?" "

Grandma only said three words, and she said you'd understand as soon as you heard them."

"What is it?"

"Blood Fusion Pill!"

Chapter 5 (Side Story 1)

The gate swung open, a large "Double Happiness" sign adorning the heavy door, with red lanterns hanging high on either side.

Guests trudged through the first snow, coming and going in a steady stream, most carrying various kinds of...

Gift boxes. Today is the joyous occasion of Mr. Han's fourth wife's arrival, but strangely,

none of the gift-givers are staying for the wedding banquet.

"Hey, is that Brother Zhang up ahead?" A young man in bell-bottoms and a jacket called out to

a middle-aged man in front of him.

"Who are you?" the man asked, frowning.

"Me? Oh, you forgot? I'm Little Monkey!" the young man hurriedly replied.

"Little Monkey? You're Little Monkey? You've grown so much! You've changed, you've changed. You're back?

When back?" the man asked, tugging at his dark blue cotton-padded jacket and frowning.

"I just came home for the New Year. It's just after the New Year, and Mr. Han is getting married, so my family insisted

I come here to deliver gifts." As he spoke, the young man pulled out a packet of "Golden Tree" cigarettes from his pocket and respectfully offered it to the middle-aged

man .

"Hehe, you've been gone for seven or eight years, and now you've made something of yourself, even able to afford some cheap cigarettes?" Brother Zhang didn't stand on ceremony,

picked up a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and let Little Monkey light it.

"No, no, just hanging around," the little monkey said politely. "Brother Zhang,

what's going on with Mr. Han's family? On this joyous occasion, they only let us in. We didn't even get to see the bride, let alone

drink a cup of wedding wine."

"Shh... keep your voice down. Mr. Han accepting our gifts is already a big favor. Originally..."

Brother Zhang lowered his voice, craning his neck, "Originally, Old Master Han wouldn't even accept our gifts, but Mr. Han

felt it wasn't appropriate, so he compromised and came up with this solution."

The little monkey asked curiously, "Why is that?"

"You haven't been home for years, there are some things you don't know."

"Oh? Then Brother Zhang, tell me about it."

"Hey, it's almost dinnertime, we won't be able to drink the wedding wine. You've finally come back, come on,

Brother Zhang will take you to Deyilou for drinks, we can chat while we drink."

"Okay, that's a good idea. But how could I let Brother Zhang treat me? I should be the one to pay for Brother Zhang's treat. Shall we go?"

"Alright!"

The two arrived at Deyilou Restaurant, where the owner greeted them with a smile: "Hey, Zhang Si, why aren't you

at home with your wife during the New Year? What are you doing out here?"

"Get lost! You fat dog can get into the pit, but I can't come out and ask for a drink?" Little Monkey joked

with the two for a while, then Fat Dog suddenly asked in a low voice, "How did it go?"

"We received the gift, but we didn't get to drink the wedding wine. But Mr. Han has given us face, so we're content."

"It's hard on you, young master, sigh..."

"Alright, stop sighing. I brought this kid here to eat some fresh food during the New Year,

so don't let us down! This kid has been traveling all over the country these past few years, he's seen the world."

"Okay, enough nonsense, don't you know what I'm capable of?"

"Alright, then give us two portions, plus a stew, and a plate of your pickled stinky tofu, three months' worth.

And then..."

"Would you like a serving of lotus root fish?"

"Lotus root fish? You're not kidding me, are you?"

"Of course not. Your sister-in-law collected all the lotus leaves she harvested this summer and hid them well.

I don't usually tell anyone who comes over. You see, it's not on the menu."

"Alright, one serving then, that'll do. And dig out a jar of wine from your backyard. I want the one from under the paulownia tree

."

Fat Dog frowned and said, "Zhang Si, you've struck it rich? You can lower the price for the food, but

you can't cut back a penny on the wine!"

Zhang Si hesitated for a moment and said, "Then the one from under the willow tree, but it has to be towards the back."

"Okay, no problem." Fat Dog readily

agreed. Soon, the wine arrived, and a plate full of pickled fish was served. Fat Dog also brought a stack of pickled

fruit. The two of them started chatting over these things.

"Brother Zhang, what's going on with Mr. Han's family? I heard some

rumors . How come Mr. Han has taken another wife? Who's the bride?" After sitting down, Little Monkey quickly

filled Brother Zhang's glass with wine and asked with a smile.

Brother Zhang sighed, "You haven't been home for many years, so there are some things you naturally don't know. This

is because Old Master Han forced him to do this. Mr. Han has three wives, but none of them can have a son. He's raised four

or five daughters." "

Mr. Han still doesn't have a son? Brother Zhang, you say Mr. Han is so capable, why doesn't he

try ?" Little Monkey chimed in.

"What do you know! This is called being able to heal oneself but not oneself. Seeing that Old Master Han is already seeing the end of the road, and

Mr. Han is a filial son, he has no choice but to take another wife, maybe then he can have a son." Brother Zhang took a sip of tea and continued

, "Speaking of which, you know this bride too."

"I know her too? Who is she? Is she from the local area?" Little Monkey frowned.

"Not only is she local, but she's also a domestic child."

"My dear Brother Zhang, who is it? Stop beating around the bush and just tell me!"

Brother Zhang seemed quite satisfied with the little monkey's anxious look and lowered his voice, saying, "When you were little, you made her ride you halfway across town to make

her happy, don't you remember?"

The little monkey was stunned and exclaimed, "Oh dear, it's that auntie, but how old is she this year

? Besides, she's not..."

"Shh..." Brother Zhang quickly stopped the little monkey when he saw that she was about to say something inappropriate, "

What ! That child was just abandoned at the Han family's doorstep back then, not their own child. Besides

, Mr. Han was just saying it, he didn't even tell heaven and earth or his ancestors, so there's nothing inappropriate about it."

"Oh dear, why are you two whispering to each other? What kind of big money-making plan do you have? Don't keep it to yourself." Suddenly

a voice rang out.

"Get lost! Little Monkey's giving me directions, it's none of your business! Isn't this restaurant enough for you to mess around with

? You really have a keen sense of smell, you followed me right after I smelled money." Brother Zhang chuckled and cursed a few times. Fat Dog

put down the lotus fish and laughed, "Alright, alright, the lotus fish's here. I won't bother you two any longer. That stuff takes time to cook,

you two drink up." With that, he left.

Little Monkey, seeing the boss leave, poured Brother Zhang a cup and hurriedly asked, "Will that girl Ping

agree ?"

"Why wouldn't you agree? Mr. Han, needless to say, is outstanding in looks, character, and family background."

"Oh, that's not what I meant. I'm not saying anything bad about Mr. Han.

Others might not know what kind of person he is, but I know him well. He saved my father back then. It's just that Mr. Han is

over forty years old this year,

isn't that too much of an age difference?" "Not at all. Back in the day, there were plenty of men in their seventies marrying teenage girls."

"I'm still wondering, if Mr. Han wanted to get married,

would to get one? Why would he choose such a young girl?"

"Sigh... this matter has to be addressed by Old Master Han."

"Oh? Then Brother Zhang, tell me all about it. Since it's someone else's business, let's have a few more drinks. Here,

let me toast you."

Brother Zhang downed his drink in one gulp, smacked his lips, and seemed quite unsatisfied. After Little Monkey poured him another drink,

he spoke up again: "You've heard about Mr. Han not treating people, haven't you?" Little Monkey nodded.

"About six years ago, a beggar monk came to the Han family. He said he was there to compete with Mr. Han in healing,

but apparently he lost and stayed to do odd jobs. After staying for a while, he somehow managed to

win over Old Master Han. He said that Mr. Han couldn't have a son because he had saved too many people, and the King of Hell

was displeased , so he punished him by not being able to have a son." Hearing this, Little Monkey pouted and said, "How can anyone still believe in these

ghosts and demons?"

"Who knows, sigh..." Brother Zhang sighed, "From then on, Old Master Han forced Mr. Han

to stop treating people and even posted a notice. Later, people who came from other places to see him were all sent back.

There were many people a few years ago, but it has gradually decreased in the last two years. Ping heard that it was that monk who decided it."

"So, not having a wedding banquet was also that monk's idea?"

"Hmm! It's said the bride doesn't like meeting strangers, so Old Master Han simply skipped the wedding banquet. We

weren't going to accept any gifts either, but Mr. Han begged the old man to allow us to send them. You know, which

of neighbors hasn't received kindness from Mr. Han? If we didn't accept our gifts, we wouldn't feel right."

Brother Zhang finished his drink and sighed softly.

Hearing Brother Zhang's words, Little Monkey sighed as well.

He vaguely remembered being tricked by that girl years ago, being made to ride on her from the front gate to the back gate of the Han family home. At that time,

his father had been carried out of the mountains, on the verge of death, and everyone was frantically taking him into the Han family home. He was

just over ten years old, only knowing how to howl and run after the adults. After his father was taken inside, he

stood alone in the Han family courtyard, lost in thought. His father's life was uncertain, his mother had fainted, and he felt he was about to faint too

.

Later, when she was six or seven, she rushed out of the house, lying to herself that if she wanted to cure her father, she had to be her "horse" to

ride; otherwise, she wouldn't ask her godfather to save him. She agreed without a second thought, and although

Mr. Han found out and scolded her severely, she didn't hate her at all, because she had given her hope:

as long as she could get through the back door, her father would be cured!

Who would have thought that the person who stood before her, hands on hips, pointing her finger and behaving arrogantly, would

suddenly be getting married? Little Monkey felt a sudden discomfort and downed a glass of wine.

The two were silent for a while when Fatty Dog came in with a steaming plate of food.

"Okay, this is for two, eat slowly. I'm busy later, I'll go out now." Fatty Dog put down

the large bowl and left.

"Hehe, Little Monkey, let's not talk about other people's business. I hope Mr. Han will have a big, healthy son this time.

Tell me about you, where have you been making your fortune these past few years?" Brother Zhang broke the silence first.

"Where? I'm not getting rich, just trying to make a living. But I have traveled to some places these past few years...

" The voices grew cheerful, and the two men clinked glasses, drinking heartily.

Night fell in the Han family ancestral hall.

An old man stood respectfully offering incense before a row of ancestral tablets, a middle-aged man kneeling behind him. The old man had a refined face,

a composed demeanor, and a slight frown.

After offering incense, the old man also knelt before the tablets, saying, "Ancestors of the Han family, your unworthy descendant Han

Chong and his son Han Heng kowtow to you. We beseech you to bless our son with the birth of a son to carry on the Han family bloodline..."

Han Heng sighed softly from behind. Despite his miraculous healing abilities and his profound knowledge of both Chinese and Western medicine,

the matter of having a son was truly beyond his control. When Han Heng was studying medicine, he had obtained a secret recipe for conceiving

a daughter, but not for conceiving a son. He had studied that prescription for a long time, hoping to find some clues,

but in the end, he still couldn't figure it out.

After the old man finished speaking, Han Heng quickly got up and helped him up.

"Heng'er, I know this isn't a good idea. I have no choice, but for the sake of our Han family bloodline, I'm sorry to trouble you

and Ping'er." The old man's face was somber. "Alright, go quickly, don't keep Ping'er waiting too long."

Han Heng nodded and said, "Okay, Dad. It's late and chilly, you should rest early too." He then turned and

called out to the door, "Seventh Uncle, help my dad back to rest."

"Yes, young master," someone outside replied.

Han Heng arrived outside Ping'er's room, hesitating whether to go in, when he suddenly heard voices inside.

"Aunt Fang, does it really hurt?" It was Ping'er's voice.

"Ping'er, you can't call me Aunt Fang anymore, you have to call me sister. Besides, I'm not that much

older ." This was his third wife, Lin Fang'er.

"Fang... Sister Fang, I'm not used to it yet." Hearing this voice, Han Heng almost doubted his own

hearing . In just a few days, this girl had become so demure.

"Good child, I'm sorry to trouble you." Lin Fang sighed softly.

"Sister Fang, you still haven't told me? Does...doing that hurt a lot?"

Ping'er seemed shy again at this question.

"Hehe..." Lin Fang chuckled, "You're usually so carefree, why are you afraid of

pain now?"

"What?! I'm not afraid of pain, who am I?" Ping'er retorted.

"Alright, alright, I know you're tough. Don't worry, it doesn't hurt much, like a mosquito bite."

Then, Lin Fang lowered her voice and whispered instructions. Han Heng naturally knew what she was going to say, so he waited at the door...

He waited patiently for over ten minutes.

"Knock knock," Han Heng gently knocked on the door, and the noise inside immediately stopped. Then he heard Lin Fang

ask in a raised voice, "Is that Brother Heng?"

"Yes, it's me." After Han Heng said this, there was a rustling sound inside, and Lin Fang said again,

"Brother Heng, wait a moment."

The door opened quickly, and Lin Fang came out, smiled at Han Heng, and whispered, "Be gentle."

Even with Han Heng's excellent self-control, he couldn't help but blush upon hearing this. Lin Fang lightly covered her lips, pushed Han Heng

into the room, closed the door, and left.

Inside, the red candles flickered, and the room was filled with the warmth of spring. Ping'er, dressed in a wedding gown, sat quietly on the bed. Han Heng felt

a slight dryness in his throat and slowly walked to the bedside. Hearing the footsteps of another person approaching her, Ping'er

almost tore her dress apart with her hands.

Han Heng reached out his right hand, and just as he touched the veil, the woman before him suddenly began to breathe rapidly. Han Heng felt his

hand tremble slightly. Noticing this, Han Heng couldn't help but smile wryly. His hands never trembled, even when holding a needle,

and he had been married three times already. Why was he acting like a young boy? Han Heng steadied himself, gently pinched

a corner of the veil, and slowly lifted it. The woman inside held her breath.

The red silk was gently lifted, revealing a beautiful woman: a pool of autumn water, seemingly about to weep; two willow-leaf-shaped eyebrows, seemingly about to furrow; rosy cheeks and

black hair; a delicate nose; lips like a touch of rouge; her graceful body swaying precariously beneath her wedding dress.

Ping was very beautiful, Han Heng had always known this, but he hadn't expected that this mischievous girl who had

given would grow up to be so beautiful. Han Heng felt both joy and loss. It was as if

he suddenly realized that Ping had grown up. Although he wasn't nearing the end of his life, he was past forty. Thinking this, his heart was filled with complex emotions, and

for a moment he was stunned.

Seeing that the person before her hadn't made any further moves after lifting her veil, Ping'er felt a pang of guilt,

secretly glancing at him. She saw him standing there motionless, seemingly lost in thought. Ping'er felt a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment,

thinking she couldn't let this continue. She stammered softly, "Godfather… oh, no, Heng… Brother Heng…

" Before she could finish, Ping'er's head was practically drooping to her chest in embarrassment. She was furious; she'd already mispronounced the

name, and why add "no" after that? She'd completely ruined the atmosphere.

Han Heng snapped out of his reverie, looking at Ping'er's gritted teeth, and couldn't help but smile. This girl…

A wave of tenderness washed over him. Putting aside all the other thoughts, today was their wedding

day; he had to treat her well.

Han Heng turned and picked up two glasses of wine from the table. He sat close to Ping'er on the edge of the bed and said softly, "Ping'er, I

know I've wronged you. Originally, I was going to... cough..." Han Heng was momentarily speechless.

After a long silence, Ping'er spoke, "Brother Heng, I'm not wronged, I... I'm willing." Ping'er knew

that this man had saved her when she was a child and raised her to adulthood. Her grandfather had also been very good to her.

Shouldn't repay them? Everyone said that godfathers couldn't have sons, but maybe she could help her godfather have a son.

That bald man was so capable; he even said he could definitely help her godfather have a son.

Hearing Ping'er's confession-like words, Han Heng couldn't help but feel a little happy. He took Ping'er's hand, placed the wine glass

in her hand, and said, "Ping'er, after drinking this nuptial wine, you will be my wife." Ping'er's cheeks flushed red.

Feeling the warmth of Han Heng's hand, she was stunned and let Han Heng help her finish the nuptial wine.

By the time Ping'er realized what was happening, Han Heng had already tidied up the wine glasses, taken off his coat, and

sat back on the bed in only his shirt.

It was about to begin! Ping'er's heart leaped into her throat. She tried to calm herself, recalling

what Sister Lin Fang had told her, but with Han Heng right beside her, how could she possibly take off her clothes? She was caught in a dilemma

, frozen like a log.

Little did she know, Han Heng was also struggling with his own thoughts, unsure how to begin. But they couldn't just sit there like this, could they

? Han Heng smiled

wryly

to himself, took a deep breath, and said, "Ping'er, I'll go add some coal to the stove; it'll be warmer tonight." He then got up to tend to the stove. Seeing Han Heng turn his back to her, Ping'er quickly stripped off her wedding dress and purple fur shirt,

leaving only her undergarments, and crawled into bed, pulling the blanket over her head to hide herself.

Hearing the silence behind him finally subside, Han Heng waited a while before turning around.

The bright red quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks on the bed undulated gracefully. Han Heng was stunned; this girl was quite shameless,

after a moment's thought, he felt he was being too cautious. So he walked to the bedside, turned off the light, leaving only two red candles, and slowly

removed his clothes, lifting the quilt and slipping inside.

Beneath the quilt, he was enveloped in a warm, fragrant embrace. Han Heng hadn't expected Ping to be so bold, practically naked. Even through

her underwear, he could almost feel the smooth skin of Ping'er's back, and with the sweet scent filling his nostrils, Han Heng's penis slowly

hardened. He embraced Ping'er from behind. At this point, Han Heng didn't think too much. Since things had come to this point,

and Ping'er didn't seem to mind, he would cherish her properly.

He slowly turned Ping'er around. In the dim light, Ping'er's eyes were tightly closed, her body stiff. Han Heng knew

Ping'er was nervous, and he knew he couldn't be too hasty, or he might frighten this poor "little rabbit."

Han Heng slowly placed his lips on Ping'er's forehead. The moment they touched, he clearly felt Ping'er's body tremble

. Ping'er felt something warm and wet against her forehead; she knew it was Han Heng kissing her,

but hadn't Sister Fang said it was a kiss on the lips?

Just as Ping'er was struggling with this dilemma, Han Heng's lips had already traveled down Ping'er's arched eyebrows, eyes, and nose

, finally stopping above her lips. Ping'er closed her eyes even tighter, her breathing quickened, and she

gripped the blanket tightly with both hands. Han Heng slowly pulled the blanket down over them. In the candlelight, Ping'er's delicate and nervous

appearance almost broke his heart.

His right hand gently stroked Ping'er's hair, his lips lightly touching around her mouth, occasionally

sneaking a lick with the tip of his tongue; his left arm encircled Ping'er's body, slowly stroking her smooth back.

Gradually, Han Heng felt the person beneath him becoming less tense, and he began to slowly move closer to Ping'er's

lips . Finally, their lips met, and both seemed stunned by the sensation.

Ping'er's delicate lips trembled slightly, a little dry; while Han Heng's lips were full and thick, with a hint of...

The air was thick with moisture. Their hearts were filled with each other's scent, and a surge of desire rose within them. Ping'er seemed to gradually recall the words Fang

-jie had taught her, and began to reciprocate Han Heng's advances. Han Heng, in turn

, gradually released his suppressed interest, his hands slowly and freely roaming over Ping'er's smooth, alabaster skin.

Ping'er experienced the taste of their lips meeting for the first time, and was instantly intoxicated

. She seemed to find a slight sweetness in her godfather's mouth, a taste she found endlessly delightful.

Meanwhile, Han Heng had already conquered Ping'er's breasts, his left hand slipping under her bra.

Ping'er's breasts were perfectly full, the delicate skin seeming as if they might slip out of Han Heng's grasp. Han Heng dared not use too much

force , only gently kneading her breasts and softly rubbing her nipples, then his right hand removed

Ping'er's bra from behind her neck.

With her bra gone, Ping'er was left only in a small pair of panties. Han Heng tasted the warmth of her breasts,

holding her soft body in his arms. His lust was already raging, his penis hard against Ping'er's thigh through her panties

.

Ping'er had felt something pressing against her for a while; she knew it was her godfather's penis. Several times

she had wanted to reach out and grasp it, just as Sister Fang had told her, but she had never mustered the courage.

Meanwhile, Han Heng had secretly lifted the edge of Ping'er's panties and slipped a finger inside. Ping'er was still hesitating whether

to grasp her godfather's penis, her vagina already surrendered. Instantly, she lost all focus and forgot to grab her

godfather 's penis.

Han Heng was surprised: logically speaking, Ping'er was sixteen years old this year and should have grown some pubic hair. Since

she hadn't, it meant that Ping'er was a "white tiger" (a woman who is considered unlucky in marriage). There was a folk saying that "white tigers bring bad luck to their husbands," but Han

Heng didn't believe it. Considering what the monk had said, Han Heng gradually felt that perhaps his bloodline really had

fallen Ping'er's veins.

Han Heng's momentary daze was fleeting. Now that he had reached the cave entrance, how could he not take a look at the whole thing? He

gently forward, and Ping'er hissed, seemingly in slight pain.

Little did he know that this probing would startle him even more.

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