[Wishing Jun well] [To be continued]

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Wishing Jun well

, I recall the deep affection of the past, But my hope for Jun's return is too cruel.

Looking back, we were together day and night, And now I realize I've fallen into the clutches of evil.

Now I only wish Jun well, I ask for nothing but her body.

**************************************** Narrator ****************************************

The rise in living standards has filled the neon-lit cities with all sorts of temptations. Because of this, the saying "Money isn't everything, but you can't do anything without it" has become a modern saying in big cities.

Simpler people strive to earn their own food; those with goals or ambitions embark on long entrepreneurial journeys in the city. However, often, hard work doesn't guarantee a reward; in fact, the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment.

Resource scarcity and constant warfare have worsened the global economy; excessive births have led to increasingly dense populations, making housing and the number of workers increasingly strained. This situation led to rising prices across the board and massive layoffs in companies. Materialistic capitalists could comfortably sit in spacious, air-conditioned offices, while they squeezed the hard-earned money of the working class dry, causing immense suffering for many impoverished laborers.

Some worked themselves to the bone to pay for cars and mortgages; others resorted to any means for money, selling their bodies or souls; some even committed murder and arson, ultimately choosing a path of "it's either you or me," or a path of mutual destruction. The final result could very well be the breakdown of families, or even suicide due to unbearable debt…

In such a large city, there was a typical newlywed couple. Both worked and struggled silently for their family, finally achieving their own little home. However, could these two ordinary city dwellers resist the temptations of money? In this dog-eat-dog world, could they survive to the very end? On the other hand, are their feelings strong enough to overcome all obstacles and grow old together? In this gloomy sky, will a storm rage or dawn break? We'll have to wait and see 　　… 　　****************

... 　　As long as we both succeed, not only will I get promoted and receive a raise, but I also want to travel all over Europe with her, who works at the same newspaper as me. If circumstances allow, I can even propose to her there, and then we can start "making babies" after we get back. 　　My mind was full of those things that weren't far off, but before I even stepped out of the door, I saw that it was pouring rain outside. Even if I had brought an umbrella, it wouldn't be safe to get back to the hotel unharmed. 　　Under these circumstances, I was forced to walk back to the bar and find a seat at random. However, not long after I sat down, I vaguely noticed a very familiar figure in the corner, and he seemed to be drinking. Because the lighting was dim, I had no choice but to brazenly walk over to see if it was someone I knew. I didn't even realize it until I got closer; it was my high school classmate, Yang Zhengquan. 　　"Zhengquan, Zhengquan, wake up! It's Nian'en! How did you get so drunk?" I supported Zheng Quan, who was completely drunk. Although the chances were slim, I still tried my best to sober him up. 　　It was hard to believe that he, who usually didn't drink at all, was now so intoxicated. 　　"Why...why...hiccup...I want alcohol...I want alcohol...hiccup...ah...it's Nian En...hiccup...come on, have a couple of drinks with me." Besides repeatedly saying "why," all he said was "I want alcohol." Luckily, he recognized me, so he probably hadn't been drinking long. Based on my years of experience with him, I guessed he was in serious trouble. 　　The rain outside gradually subsided. After paying the bar bill, I took this "muddy mess" who had been resting his head on my shoulder and stroking my chest to my hotel. Although many people stared at us coldly, and quite a few women whispered behind my back, I didn't care. Perhaps I had done something to wrong him. It took a tremendous amount of effort to finally get "Mud" onto the bed. 　　I was supposed to take the train back to my city's newspaper office to report, but I couldn't leave Zheng Quan, who was completely drunk, unattended. So I asked my boss for a postponement, paying for it myself, of course. A day and a night passed, and unexpectedly, Zheng Quan, who had been completely unconscious from just a little alcohol, finally woke up. He held his head, looked around, and found himself in a hotel. Aside from a brief moment of relief, his expression remained heavy and sorrowful. I didn't know if he was upset about what had happened, so I tried to get some information out of him. 　　"You're awake? What happened? Do you know how much I suffered, how many scornful looks I endured, bringing you back? Needless to say, I used a lot of effort, and now I don't even know if you're a normal man anymore." On the way here, you kept trying to kiss me, with unusual force. I wanted to dodge but was afraid you'd fall and get hurt. And what happened? People thought we were gay, and we were laughed at as we walked. What's wrong with you? I complained to him for a few minutes after he woke up, then sat on a sofa in the hotel, lit a cigarette, and looked at him. 　　"Uh…uh…it's you, Nian'en. Where am I? I…I think I was in a bar, right?" His face looked tired, but it was quickly covered by sorrow. 　　"After I finished interviewing someone at the bar, I ran into you. You never drink a drop of alcohol normally, how come you drank so much?" Out of curiosity, especially wanting to confirm something, I asked. 　　Zheng Quan was silent for a long time, looking at the ceiling and then the floor, then asked me seriously. 　　"Can you listen to my story?" At this moment, he needed to confide in a close friend. Since I had wronged him before, I couldn't just leave him alone. 　　"Okay, okay. Just tell me what's wrong, and I'll help you if I can." Perhaps it's an occupational hazard, but hearing the word "story," coupled with Zheng Quan's serious tone, made me really want to hear what big thing had happened. Of course, the most important thing was to confirm if it was the same thing, 　　so 　　I nodded… **************** 　　...

Of course, overall, her figure still wasn't as curvaceous as those models or young models, but after marriage, in terms of temperament, she not only lost the childishness before marriage but also gained a lot of maturity. Plus, the alluring pose she struck when climbing the ladder was irresistible, and my crotch involuntarily began to throb. The room, which wasn't large to begin with, seemed surprisingly spacious after Junming's tidying up.

"My wife is so thoughtful. I didn't put things away as well this morning," I said. Besides trying to please her, I also wanted to take the opportunity to get closer to my wife, whom I hadn't touched in a long time. I was planning to put my hand on Junming's shoulder and give her a deep kiss, but she gently slapped me, causing me to reflexively release my hand.

"Don't do that, honey, go wash up quickly, you smell so bad," Junming said, waving her hand near her nose. Before we even reached the bathroom, she kept pushing against my back with both hands.

To outsiders, it might seem boring, but to me, it's precisely this kind of spice in our married life, and it feels quite nice. After all, looking back on my "history" of pursuing her, dating her, and getting married, I feel incredibly lucky to have married a wife like her.

"Then... how about we shower together..." I boldly asked Junming for her opinion, but before I could finish, she shook her head and lightly tapped my forehead.

"Hey, stop thinking about that kind of thing, okay? Have you put everything in the living room away?" Junming came out of the living room and saw that everything was arranged. Even though she looked satisfied, she didn't seem to intend to shower with me.

"You did a pretty good job this time, but I still have a lot to do. You have to go to work tomorrow, so go shower first, then go to sleep quickly, otherwise you won't have the energy to drive tomorrow." Junming reached behind her head, stroking her soft hair, then slipped her right hand behind her back to grasp her left wrist, crossing her left leg in front of her right. This pose made her chest appear even more prominent. I'd heard that Junming was indeed a formidable senior colleague at the newspaper, but at home, she was a completely different person. My beloved wife, Junming, a woman nearing 30, while not possessing a voluptuous figure, had a pure and lovely face, especially when she made cute little gestures or expressions. It was precisely these gestures and expressions that I found so captivating.

"We've been married for two or three years now, and my parents say they really want a grandchild. When are we going to have one…?" I moistened my lips with my tongue, eagerly anticipating tonight's opportunity to enjoy the long-suppressed intimacy between husband and wife with Junming on our spacious bed in our new house.

"You, do you only think with your lower body?" "I already said that although I do have a little right to manage others, I'm not the boss or the foreman. I've been extremely busy with work lately, my hands are sore from writing articles, and I'm constantly out interviewing. We can talk about those things later." Before I could reply, she pushed me towards the bathroom. Her tone seemed unhappy, but I knew she was just deliberately changing the subject...

Although I really hoped to add another member to our family, it was unavoidable. After all, Junming and I's careers were just starting out, and this new house was purchased with housing subsidies from Junming's newspaper. Money is very important to us. This small house originally cost over 1 million, but the down payment was much cheaper than similar units on the market. With the recent economic downturn and soaring housing prices, it's already a stroke of luck that we ordinary citizens can afford a house. Besides, raising a child costs 4 million, and we can't expect him to pay back his parents when he grows up. So, it seems the "baby-making" plan will have to be postponed indefinitely.

In the bathroom, I turned on the shower, letting the water wash over my body—a reminder of the path I need to take from now on. Although we now have our own place, it's only thanks to the housing allowance from Junming's newspaper. Besides, even I thought the apartment was small, and it was expensive. Plus, Junming and I will likely have our own children, and probably more than one, so this room really won't be enough for our family. Moving is inevitable.

After getting dressed and opening the bathroom door, I saw Junming lying on the sofa, her mouth slightly open. If you listened carefully, you could hear faint breathing sounds. Of course, with each breath she took, her chest rose and fell. And since Junming, as usual, never wore a bra at home, saying that taking it off occasionally made her breasts feel more comfortable, it was easy to see the two protruding points on her clothes at home.

Seeing this, and having abstained from sex for so long, I couldn't suppress my desire. Afraid of waking Junming, I carefully brought my head to within five centimeters of her face. Visually, as I admired this sleeping beauty up close, her fair, rosy cheeks, as if drugged, revealed a pitiful expression in her sleep. As I got closer, I could feel the faint breaths of air she exhaled hitting my face. Then, I brought my nose closer to Junming, inhaling the scent of her recently worked body. In the hot summer, her delicate body did indeed have a sweaty smell, but the sweat combined with Junming's natural, youthful fragrance created a unique and alluring aroma.

I don't know if it was because I was sniffing too hard, but just as I was enjoying this close-up visual and olfactory experience, I suddenly felt a light tap on my head.

"Hmm... what are you doing?" I looked up and saw Junming stretching, her petite top pulled up, revealing her slender waist and cute little belly button, which she was always so proud of. Her snow-white skin was enough to make any man want to touch and kiss her. To be honest, I really wanted to pounce on this piece of meat like a hungry wolf, but that would definitely disgust Junming. Besides, we were both just starting out in our careers, especially Junming, so abstinence was inevitable. However, I really couldn't resist my impulse. After all, we'd been married for so long, and the number of times we'd made love could be counted on one hand. And if we continued to abstain like this, I was afraid I would really go crazy. I thought to myself: having a wife is the same as not having a wife. The feeling of being neglected is like being banished to the cold palace.

"Wife, please, we really haven't... done that in so long..." "

No, please..." Junming suddenly cried out loudly, as if afraid I would actually do something to her. She rarely acted like this. Even when I wanted to before, she wouldn't respond with such a loud voice. This time, it seemed that forcing me wouldn't work; I was afraid she would really get angry. Perhaps seeing my change in expression, her attitude immediately changed considerably.

"We're still young, we should focus on our careers first, and I'm not feeling well today, plus I have to write an article... If in a couple of days, when the newspaper isn't so busy, then... honey, you can do whatever you want, okay?" After saying that, Junming put on that pitiful look again. Whenever I see her pitiful appearance, my heart always softens, because Junming is the most important woman in my life besides my mother. Even if it's any request, I will try my best to comply. After that, I didn't think about it anymore.

A few minutes after Junming went in, I started to hear the sound of water coming from the bathroom. Lying in bed, I couldn't help but imagine Junming, naked, washing her body—the body that had transitioned from a girl to a mature urban woman—in the bathroom. My little brother couldn't help but stand up, searching for a place to comfort himself. I quietly got up, went to the bathroom door, put my ear to the door, and listened to the sounds inside.

I could only hear the intermittent sound of running water; it seemed Junming was still washing himself. Using the sound of water from the bathroom, I quietly opened the door and peeked inside. Despite...

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