A night of passion

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(I) Dad and his daughter met online and fell in love in real life. They were moved by love, without any ulterior motives. The daughter didn't ask anything of her father, had no desire for material gain, and was devoted to him with pure and genuine affection. Upon hearing her father murmur, "I really want you to have my child," the daughter resolutely stopped using contraception while with him and became pregnant. However, due to various reasons and pressures, after a year together, Dad broke up with her without explanation. There were no explanations, no farewells; they simply faded from each other's lives and gradually lost contact. From then on, the daughter lived in a world of devastation. She carried immense emotional trauma and her and her father's child—a lovely daughter—living painfully deep within her own heart. She couldn't reveal her despair and painful experiences to anyone. In her own words, she was completely ruined by her father. After breaking up with his daughter, the father, after a period of emotional relief, began to suffer day and night from the torment of guilt and the pain of longing. He missed the woman who was willing to get pregnant for him; he knew what kind of pure love he had abandoned. He wanted to get his woman back, his daughter. On the surface, they had their own jobs and lives, relatively comfortable environments, and their lives were fairly peaceful. But these two people, so close yet so far, never stopped missing each other. After all, they had come together for love. Occasionally, the father would send a text message to his daughter, and she would politely reply. But they were both careful, avoiding touching the deep wounds in their hearts. On the father's side, he felt guilty, afraid of not being forgiven or accepted again; on the daughter's side, her sorrow was inconsolable, and she could not bear a second devastating blow. Thus, for more than three years after their breakup, they maintained contact. For him, the girl insisted on not changing her phone number, not wanting him to be unable to find her because of a change in contact information; she was holding fast to her feelings, her love and her hate. She allowed him not to contact her, but she couldn't allow him not to find her. As their separation lengthened, their longing grew stronger. Whether online or through text messages, the father expressed his desire to find the girl more and more intensely; while the girl struggled deep within her heart, longing to accept her father again and return to this man's warm embrace. But the past hurt was too great; the girl couldn't bear to be abandoned and destroyed again. She hesitated, struggled, and couldn't extricate herself from the abyss of love and hate. Suddenly, things took a significant turn. The father went on a business trip, and during the time he was away from home, he called the girl almost every day. For several nights, they talked all night long, barely sleeping. The girl's emotions, suppressed for years, finally erupted. She said, "Dad, why don't you want me anymore? Why? Why did you abandon me?" The man couldn't answer her questions; he only repeated, "Girl, I won't let you leave me again. I want you to stay with Dad forever. Can you stay with Dad forever?" Hearing this, the woman couldn't help but sob, only able to call out again and again: Dad, Dad, Dad… The night was long, the distance vast, but the two lovers embraced each other on the phone, finally rekindling the flames of their love… However, the girl didn't agree to her father's suggestion to meet after his business trip. She still had too many emotions to sort out; she felt it would be difficult to face this man, a man embodying both love and hate… *** *** *** Twenty days have passed since Dad returned home from his business trip. During this time, he and his daughter have only kept in touch online, maintaining a polite and understated relationship, as if their passionate phone calls of the past few nights had never happened. Life has remained as calm as ever. However, they are both diligently building this blog named after their child, where they express their longing, love, desire, and anticipation for each other… This day, Dad attended an international conference. After checking into his hotel, he suddenly realized this was a perfect opportunity for him and his daughter to meet. So, he began texting and calling her, hoping she would come to see him. From the girl's reply, he sensed her hesitation and felt her warmth... (II) "Hey, where are you? I've arrived." "Ah! I'm in the car, almost at the hotel. Didn't you say you'd be here a while? How come you're here so fast? Don't wander around, just wait for me in the lobby!" "Okay, then I'll just walk around nearby. Call me when you arrive." Dad went to another place for a meeting, and the girl arrived at the hotel where they had agreed to meet before him. When Dad rushed back to the hotel, he didn't see the girl in the lobby. It was completely dark, and Dad looked around at the flashing streetlights, but couldn't see where the girl was. "Hey, girl, where are you?" Dad called the girl. "I'm outside, I think I'm..." "Is there any landmark near you?" "Um, there's a school, it's..." "Oh, then turn around and walk back, I'll wait for you at the entrance." Dad only waited a few moments, but time seemed to drag on. He went to meet the girl in the direction she had come from. After walking for a while, he saw a woman in a uniform he recognized slowly moving towards him, her steps filled with hesitation. Her eyes were fixed on the roadside billboards, her heart still struggling, unsure how to face the man who was about to appear, a man who had abandoned her for three and a half years. Although they had talked on the phone all night for several nights, and expressed their longing and love freely in her blog, facing this man in person still filled her with conflicting emotions. She moved her feet with difficulty, still unsure how to face this man she both loved and hated. Just as she was lost in thought, the man appeared before her. Startled, she covered her mouth and cried out. Her father quickly walked up to her, saying, "What are you still looking at?" and casually took the small bag from her shoulder.At the same time, his other hand naturally took hers, leading her towards the hotel. Feeling the woman's femininity and gentleness beside him, the father felt a sense of comfort. "Your hands are so cold, are you cold?" the father asked, holding his daughter's hand and feeling its softness. "No…" the daughter's voice was so low it was almost silent. Her plaintive expression hid a hint of shyness and unease as she let the man lead her. "Did the journey go smoothly?" "Mmm…" "What kind of transportation did you take?" He had heard her say that transportation wasn't very convenient where she was. "Someone else's car." "Oh… have you eaten?" the father asked. They arrived at the hotel together, where there happened to be a restaurant near the entrance. "No." "Then let's go get something to eat?" "Didn't you already eat?" "Didn't you not eat?" "I don't want to eat, not now." "How can that be?" "Really, I don't want to eat. We'll talk about it later, okay?" "Oh, okay." The father looked at his daughter and could see from her eyes that she didn't seem to want to waste this time they had just met on eating. *** *** *** *** Entering the room, both the man and woman were slightly flustered and hesitant, but the man knew what to do. He walked up to her; she was sitting awkwardly in the armchair, looking at the television screen (it's said she was looking at the television screen because she wasn't actually paying attention to what was being shown). He took her hands and tried to pull her up from the chair. The girl's body stiffened, and she tried to resist being pulled up by her father. But this momentary resistance was immediately shattered by her father's determination, and she was held tightly in his arms. This familiar yet strange embrace was something the girl had waited for for three and a half years, and something she had hated for three and a half years… Her father held her, pushing her back little by little. She struggled, slowly retreating towards the bed. Finally, her legs touched the edge of the bed, and with a final push, they both fell onto it. The man fell forward, the woman backward, his body pressing against hers, his lips meeting hers. The woman sighed softly, opening her mouth to accept his intrusion. They kissed passionately, the man channeling his three years of regret, longing, desire, and anticipation into passionate kisses, relentlessly attacking her lips, cheeks, neck, and earlobes. He wanted to make her intoxicated by his tenderness… The man began to caress her breasts, but her uniform was a little stiff, so he began to unbutton her clothes. Although the woman wasn't very proactive at this point, she didn't stop him. Encouraged by his tacit approval, the man became more aggressive. He took off the woman's outer garment, then her pants and underwear... The woman finally stopped him, softly saying, "I'll take them off myself." She got up and walked to the door, where there was a wardrobe with a clothes rack. The girl hesitated there, slowly taking off her uniform, hanging it up, then taking off her pants and hanging them up as well. She undressed very slowly, hanging them up very slowly, as if struggling internally: should she just go to bed with this man again? But undressing and hanging clothes wouldn't take long in total; she still had to face the situation. If she didn't want to sleep with this man, she wouldn't have agreed to meet him at this hotel. The girl had no choice but to return to the bedside at the man's urging, but she hadn't finished undressing; she had only taken off her uniform, still wearing a cotton long-sleeved shirt and trousers, with underwear underneath. The man, however, was already stripped down to only his shorts, covered with a blanket, waiting for the girl on the bed. Seeing her come to the bedside, he grabbed her hand, pulled back the blanket, and forcefully dragged her onto the bed. The girl said, "What are you doing!" as the man pulled her under the covers. She asked, "Is this your birth year?" He replied, "Last year." The girl said, "It looks awful." It turned out the man was wearing a pair of red boxer shorts, which he had bought last year according to tradition to ensure a safer year for his birth sign. The man felt a little embarrassed, realizing he hadn't changed his underwear for this meeting. (Since you don't like it, I'll just take it off.) Thinking this, he took off his underwear in front of the woman, threw it onto the other bed in the hotel room. "What are you doing!" the woman asked, feigning ignorance, seeing the man completely naked. "What do you think I'm doing?" the man retorted, pulling the woman into his arms and stroking her body with one hand. Then, he began removing the clothes that prevented him from touching her body; he took off her clothes, her bra, and her panties. The woman resisted, but cooperated, letting the man undress her completely. Now, the man and woman's bodies were truly pressed tightly together... (III) The woman's body was still as slender as it had been three years ago. Her breasts were somewhat soft, but had not shrunk, and in the man's hands, they were still a large handful. Her slender waist and flat abdomen made the man unable to put them down, and his lust was aroused. The man's hands repeatedly rubbed the woman's chest, back, abdomen, mons pubis, and buttocks, accumulating the energy of his passion and constantly arousing the woman's desire. The woman's hands also kept wandering over the man's body. She observed the man's body with her hands and heart, trying to understand what changes had occurred in his body after more than three years. She found that the man's body was as strong as it had been three years ago, and the familiar and intoxicating scent still made her feel intoxicated. They kissed, their tongues intertwining, sometimes lingering in the man's mouth, sometimes returning to the woman's lips... The man rose, rolled over, his heavy body pressing down on the woman. He parted her legs, positioned his lower body against hers, and whispered, "Help me put it in." The woman reached out and grasped his hardness, guiding him into her. As this hot, erect body, filled with boundless power and love, plunged deep into her, the woman let out a moan from the depths of her heart, as if releasing years of suppressed resentment, sorrow, and longing. The man felt the woman's wetness, warmth, and tight embrace deep within her body. He murmured, "Girl, girl, you mustn't leave me again..." as he thrust his body with all his might, violently pounding into her. The woman clung tightly to the man's frenzied thrusts, enduring his somewhat rough strength, responding to him with both madness and tenderness… The man's frenzied pounding quickly brought the woman to the peak of orgasm. She screamed, her body convulsing, her hands pounding against the man's bare back. She kissed him passionately, biting his tongue, lips, and cheeks; her warm, wet, and wet vagina gripped him tightly, encouraging his frenzy. The man seemed tireless, continuing his movements on the woman, only pausing after a period of frenzied thrusting to calm his emotions and suppress his urge to ejaculate. The woman seemed to sense the man's hesitation. She said, "Daddy, cum, cum… Daddy, I want all of you. Daddy, I'll go buy the medicine later. Just cum." "No, don't take the medicine, it's not good," the man said, getting off the woman's body, his penis covered in her fluids, lying wearily beside her. The man, panting slightly, said, "Girl, are you trying to wear your father out?" The woman turned and hugged him, gently wiping the sweat from his forehead, and said with concern, "I don't want you to be so tired." The man didn't speak, but kissed the woman, took her hand, and placed it on his penis. The woman sighed and gently stroked the man. The man rested his head on the woman's arm, his face pressed against her chest, sucking on her nipple while kneading her breasts with his hands. "Ah, be gentle, do you think you're kneading dough?" the woman said. The man chuckled, remaining silent, continuing to suckle and knead the woman. He suddenly noticed a dark crease on the skin between the woman's breasts, about the size of a one-yuan coin. "What happened to you? Did you wear a necklace pendant that rubbed it off?" the man asked, stroking the discolored skin, his concern tinged with a hint of teasing. "What…" The woman's expression darkened. She continued, "Do you know how I've survived these past few years since you abandoned me? You've ruined me, both mentally and physically. This skin is from neurodermatitis. The doctor said it's because I was too anxious and too depressed…" The man fell silent. He hadn't realized his abrupt departure had caused the woman so much pain. How much remorse should he feel for his heartlessness over the past few years? But could any of that make up for the damage the woman had already suffered? Woman, how could you be so infatuated? Don't you hate this man? He hurt you so deeply, why did you return to this trap? Woman, why are you like a moth drawn to a flame, recklessly rushing into that hurtful passion? And man? Don't you need to reflect? How did you treat this woman? How could you bear to discard such a relationship? Why are seemingly strong men so hesitant and timid in the face of true love? Throughout history, how many devoted women have had their true love betrayed, and how many fickle women…A heartless, unfaithful man? As a woman, Yaya is outstanding. Beautiful looks, a graceful figure, a master's degree, and an enviable career—a woman like this is what any man would desire. Yet, she has endured so many years of torment for her love. Is it truly a case of "beautiful women having tragic fates," or is the man simply blind? Faced with the woman's haggard spirit and tormented body, the man feels immense psychological torment. How can he make amends for the woman's sincere affection? "Dad, you're not a good horse; you've gone back to your old ways!" the woman says to the man. Yes, the man thinks to himself, he is indeed not a good horse, but if he can win this woman back, what does it matter if he's a good horse or not? The man can't help but hug the woman tightly again, and they kiss tenderly once more. The man's hands explore the woman's moist world again, a sea of desire once more. "Dad, let's get up; I want to go for a walk," the woman says. "Okay," the man replied, glancing at the time; it was already past ten o'clock at night. They had entered the room around seven o'clock and had been passionately intimate for three hours. The man and woman got up together and began to get dressed. (IV) The two walked out of the hotel together and strolled westward along the main road. Under the night sky, the air felt very fresh, with some neon lights flashing nearby and in the distance. In late autumn, the night breeze was cool but still gentle. The night breeze caressed their faces, cool and refreshing, not biting. It was almost eleven o'clock at night, and there were almost no pedestrians on the sidewalks. On the fast lane, only taxis with their roof lights on occasionally drove by. A peaceful and tranquil atmosphere surrounded the two people who had just experienced passion. They enjoyed hand in hand this rare moment on the city streets, just the two of them. Later, the girl wrote in her diary: "I've always wanted to walk with him on the city streets, under the streetlights, one night. Today was the perfect opportunity. I linked arms with him and we walked slowly through the neon-lit night. A cool breeze blew on our faces; although it was a bit cold, I felt incredibly happy at that moment. As we walked, we saw an entertainment center. We both remembered meeting near this center, but although we had experienced the same thing, the feelings were completely different. He seemed to sense my momentary displeasure. He didn't say much, and I didn't bring it up either. We continued walking slowly, still without exchanging many words." In front of a small, clean but unassuming hotel, I told him I was hungry. Thus began our first shared late-night snack since we met. As the clarinet played "Going Home," I watched him devour a large bowl of congee, and I found it quite amusing. He had told me on the phone that he had neither appetite nor libido. Ha… after finishing dinner, he could drink such a large bowl of congee and call it no appetite? After he poured out his longing for us during our separation, I felt so weak I couldn't even stand. How could I believe he had no libido? At that moment, I realized he was still the same person, unchanged from when I first met him. A pang of sadness welled up inside me; the road ahead was sure to be bumpy and difficult…” After more than two hours of continuous lovemaking, the man was exhausted, and having walked two streets outside, he truly felt weary. As the woman was about to turn onto another street to continue enjoying her evening stroll with her lover, the man threatened her, "Don't go in there. It's secluded and unsafe. What if we run into a thug?" "But I don't want to go back yet. It's so nice to walk around outside... By the way, what do you think we'll do if we run into a thug?" the woman said. The man wanted to go back to bed, so he said, "That's a difficult question. I think it's best to avoid it. Let's go back." The woman had no choice but to go back with the man. (V) Back in the hotel room, the two took showers one after the other, and then they lay on the bed together. The man's hands began to caress the woman's body again, and his lips continued to kiss her. The woman broke free from the man's embrace and said, "Wait, Dad, let me read the instructions first." It turned out that when they went for their walk earlier, the woman saw a "couples' products" shop still open and wanted to see if they had "Yuting," a type of emergency contraceptive. The man tried to stop her from going to the shop, saying, "Don't take the medicine; it's bad for your health." But the woman insisted, saying, "I'll just go take a look and come right back. Don't come with me; wait for me." With that, she went to the small shop. "How was it?" the man asked, greeting her as she returned. "No, they don't sell that kind of medicine." "Heh, I told you not to go. Okay, let's go."... "Didn't you say they didn't sell it?" the man asked. "Yes..." the woman answered, glancing at the medicine's instructions, a hint of smugness in her voice, a mocking tone. "Is it okay not to take this medicine? It's bad for your health. I can hold back my ejaculation," the man said. The woman looked at the man earnestly and said, "Dad, you should just ejaculate. You'll feel uncomfortable if you don't. Besides, haven't I taken this pill enough? You don't like using condoms, and I always took it after we made love before. Why can't I take it now? If it's going to be bad, it would have been bad long ago. It doesn't matter if I take it a couple more times." As she spoke, she muttered to herself, "I haven't taken this pill for years, I don't even know how to take it anymore." Hearing the woman's tender words and looking at her alluring body, the man became a little excited. He pulled the woman, who was sitting and reading the instruction manual, into his arms, kissing her breasts, neck, and lips, his hands caressing her body, his erection rubbing against her thighs. "Come on, girl, stop looking, I won't ejaculate. If I do, I'll ejaculate outside." The woman put down the instruction manual, kissed the man back, and said, "Shall we turn off the light?" "No, I want to watch you make love to me." The man said, and entered the woman again. "Oh...Daddy..." the woman moaned, clinging tightly to the man on top of her again, letting him ride her. The blanket was thrown aside, both of them naked and exposed to the soft light. The man's body rose and fell, their flesh colliding with a "crackling" sound, and the bed shook with his vigorous movements. The woman's pubic symphysis ached from the impact, but she still encouraged him with her moans, letting him release his desire and strength on her, enjoying sex and love with him. "Daddy...Daddy...Daddy..." the woman kissed the man, calling out to him—the man she loved so deeply. Finally, the man, drenched in sweat, rolled off the woman. "Girl, I'm exhausted, I'm exhausted..." "Daddy, Daddy, I don't want you to be so tired..." The woman felt sorry for him again. "But, Daddy, why didn't you ejaculate?" "No, I don't want to, I don't want you to take the pill." "It's really okay, look, I've already bought the pill." "No..." The man hugged the woman tightly. "I won't ejaculate anymore, let's rest, I'm so tired." "Okay. Daddy, do you want some water? Let me get you some." "Okay." The woman got out of bed naked, went to the counter where the kettle and cups were, poured a cup of hot water, and fed it to the man. The man turned over, said "Sleep," and closed his eyes. The woman sat beside the man, turned off the bedside lamp, and quietly lay down next to him, but she couldn't fall asleep. Listening to the man's even breathing beside her, and through the dim light coming from the bathroom, she saw him sleeping peacefully with his head buried in the large white hotel pillow. A wave of maternal warmth washed over her. She thought he was just like a child, able to sleep so peacefully and innocently after such intense lovemaking. Suddenly, the man coughed. The woman quickly got up, just as the man was awakened by his own cough. He turned around and saw the woman sitting beside him, watching him, and mumbled, "Why aren't you sleeping?" "I heard you coughing. Do you want some water?" "Yes, I do." The woman picked up the water she had prepared from the bedside table and fed him some. The man said, "Sweetie, you should sleep too." "Okay, go to sleep." The woman pulled the blanket up a little and turned off the light again. This time, afraid that her movement would disturb the man, she turned and lay down at his feet. *** *** *** *** Around six in the morning, the man woke up. He was a man who habitually went to bed early and woke up early; his biological clock was set at six in the morning. He usually woke up around six, even if he stayed up all night. He turned around and touched the woman's leg. "Why are you sleeping over there? Why are you still wearing your underwear?" he asked, touching the girl's body. "Daddy, you're awake?" The girl got up and sat beside him. "I was afraid of disturbing you, so I slept over there. I'm wearing clothes because I wanted to get you some water; besides, I'm not used to sleeping naked, I've never done it before." The man pulled the woman to his side, laid her down, and then took off her underwear, entering her body once more… (VI) One NightOn the third day after their passionate encounter, at noon, Dad called his daughter from the hotel: "Daughter, what are you doing?" "On my way to indulge myself." "What?" "Going to eat." "Oh, do you have time this afternoon? Can you come over?" "I don't know, aren't you in a meeting? I guess I won't go." "The meeting will end this afternoon, nothing much. Come on over, I miss you." "I'm not sure if I'll come or not, you go ahead and do your work, I'll call you when I get there." *** *** *** *** Around 2 PM, the daughter called: "Dad, I'm here." "Can you come up by yourself? Take the elevator, okay?" Since the man had only worn his underwear after showering, he didn't want to put it back on, because he would have to take it off later anyway, so he didn't want to go downstairs to pick up his daughter. "Okay, I'll come up by myself." The daughter hung up the phone. A moment later, the doorbell rang, and the daughter arrived. The man closed the door and hugged the daughter. He pushed her towards the bed, taking off her clothes as he did so. "You're taking my clothes off again," the girl said, but still cooperated with the man. "Draw the curtains, it's broad daylight, I really don't like it," the girl said. It was a late autumn afternoon, the sky high and the clouds light. The room's window faced west, receiving all the afternoon sunlight. The warm, bright sun poured its light into every corner of the room, bathing the entire room in pleasant autumn sunlight, making it feel very comfortable. In such an environment, the man's desire surged, his only thought was to take this little woman to bed. He went over and drew a curtain, blocking the light shining on the bed. In the shadows, the man undressed the woman, tucked her into the blanket, then undressed himself, crawled under the blanket, and embraced the woman naked. They began to kiss and caress. "Daddy, why do we have to do this every time we meet? Can't we just not make love?" the girl asked, kissing and caressing the man. "No!" The man sucked on the girl's nipple, his fingers inserted into the woman's vagina, and said, "Look, you're so wet, how can we not make love?" As he spoke, his hands lingered, caressing the woman's pubic hair, clitoris, labia, and anus. "By the way, girl, do I smell? You mentioned my body odor last time, I want to know, what does it smell like? Is it pleasant? Does it make you feel disgusted?" the man asked, holding the woman. "You don't smell much now. What I was talking about was the first time you held me, you smelled so strong. When I got home and took off my clothes, they were covered in your scent..." "Oh, what scent?" "Your scent. Very masculine, very sexy, very pleasant, it makes my heart flutter." The woman's words amplified the man's already burgeoning lust. He flipped over and straddled the woman's body, and after some exploration, he easily entered deep into her body, beginning to thrust violently. The woman still clung tightly to the man, her thighs spread apart, her feet pressing against his calves, letting him do as he pleased. She moaned, kissing the man, encouraging him to thrust deeper into her. The man was like an unstoppable pile driver, thrusting in and out relentlessly, pounding into her from above... Ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes... the man continued his tireless work. In the woman's words, the man was always so earnest, diligent, and persistent during sex. ...Another hour passed, and the woman's body ached from his thrusts. Finally, the man ejaculated. He groaned deeply, forcefully pushing his penis deep inside her, streams of semen shooting into her body. "Phew... I'm exhausted..." the man said, getting off the woman and taking some tissues from the bedside table to wipe her genitals. He asked, "I couldn't hold back and came inside, what should I do?" "It's okay, I'll go buy some medicine later," the woman said, getting up. "I'll go wash up." "Okay, go wash up, we should probably go too," the man said, getting up to dress. ...After settling in, around 5 PM, the two checked out of the hotel and left together. "Where are you going?" the man asked the woman as they walked north along the street. "To work." "Isn't tomorrow the weekend? Why aren't you going home?" "No, I have a physical exam at work tomorrow. I'm going back to work tonight, and I'll go home after the exam." "You go back, I can walk by myself, don't see me off." The woman pulled the man to a stop. "Come on, let's grab something to eat first, then I'll take you to your car." The two walked side-by-side on the sidewalk, the woman looking for a pharmacy as she went. "Hehe, there's a pharmacy up ahead, I'll go check it out. Don't go in, it'll be a little embarrassing. I'm going." The woman said, entering the pharmacy. The man walked a few steps further ahead, avoiding the pharmacy entrance, waiting for the woman. A little while later, the woman came out of the pharmacy with the medicine she had just bought, and then bought a bottle of mineral water at a nearby shop. Then, she opened the pillbox, took out the instructions, and looked at the usage: "Take one pill after intercourse, and another twelve hours later; or take two pills at once after intercourse." She said, "Then I'll take one now." The man looked at his watch and said, "No, if you take one now, you'll have to take the second pill at five o'clock tomorrow morning, which means you'll have to get up very early. Why don't you wait until seven or eight o'clock to take it, so you can take the second pill at seven or eight o'clock tomorrow morning?" "No, I'll take it now!" the woman said, and took the pill. By this time, they had reached the bus stop, and the woman said, "You go back, I'll wait for the bus here, it's time to go back." The man looked at the KFC across the street and said to the woman, "Let's eat something before you go, I'll treat you to KFC." The woman declined for a moment, then followed the man towards the KFC. Actually, the woman really wanted to spend more time with the man, but she was afraid of taking up too much of his time. She happily took the man's arm, saying as they walked, "If I'd known we were coming to KFC, I would have brought coupons! I have so many coupons!"... Finally, it was time to part ways. In the darkness, the man silently watched his beloved woman get into the car, waved goodbye, and both knew they would once again long for each other, longing for another reunion that seemed so far away. They both knew this was the fate of extramarital affairs...

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