Yuan Chun Chapter

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Yuan Chun's Story
Author: Gu Yong
Published: 2003/05/09 on: Erotic Coastline
(Part 1)
Yuan Chun is back! She's going to pass through the provincial capital.
Bao Yu returned from making a phone call at the corner store, his face still beaming with excitement. Bao Chai was peeling bean pods with Yu Chuan and Ying Qiao
when she turned around and saw him, asking with a smile, "What's the matter? Why are you so happy?"
Bao Yu blurted out, "My eldest sister is back! We're going back to the provincial capital tomorrow!" As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Yu Chuan and
Ying Qiao lower their heads, and his heart sank.
Bao Chai, however, was very happy: "Going home? That's great! Bao Qin is so bored at home all by herself. She called the day before yesterday to urge us to come
!" Bao Yu was stunned, seemingly not hearing clearly: "Oh?"
Bao Yu sat down beside her. Yu Chuan bit her lip and didn't speak, just kept peeling bean pods with her head down. Bao Yu felt
a pang of sadness and watched silently.
In the afternoon, in the kitchen, Baoyu saw Yuchuan come in for a drink of water. He couldn't help but call out, "Chuan'er—" Yuchuan,
with her back to him, remained silent.
Baoyu sighed, went over, and gently turned her small shoulders, softly saying, "Chuan'er—I, I have to go
now." Yuchuan turned around and buried her face in his chest. Baoyu brushed the fine hairs by her ear, noticing tears at her eyes,
a few strands of hair damp with tears. His heart ached, but he didn't know how to comfort her, only gently patting her back.
After a while, Yuchuan raised her stubborn little face and said, "Tonight!—Tonight I'll give you everything!" Her eyes
were fixed on Baoyu.
Baoyu looked away and shook his head. Yuchuan looked at him defiantly. Baoyu sighed, "Later—
maybe—?"
Yuchuan's tears flowed again. Baoyu couldn't bear to watch and hid away.
That night, Baoyu locked himself in his room, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. The next day, when he was about to leave, Yuchuan hadn't even
washed or dressed yet. She leaned against her door, watching from afar. Baochai called out, "Cousin, you've come to the provincial capital!" She only gave a lazy
smile.
When Baoyu and Yuchuan were alone, Baochai suddenly said, "It's all your fault!" Baoyu's heart skipped a beat; he knew Baochai
had already noticed the unusual relationship between him and Yuchuan. He
remained silent and continued on his way to the provincial capital. Baochai didn't make things difficult for Baoyu, her expression as usual, which reassured him somewhat. He stayed at the school, waiting
for Yuanchun's arrival. For several nights in a row, Baoyu couldn't sleep, tossing and turning, his mind filled with memories of his childhood with Yuanchun
.
The sky of his childhood was always so blue, the earth so vast and open. Baoyu remembered how Yuanchun always held his little hand; her
hand was so gentle, and when it was sweaty, their hands felt sticky, yet they couldn't bear to part. Standing in the strong wind, Yuan Chun
's hair and the hem of her clothes constantly brushed against Bao Yu's face, and Bao Yu grew up year by year like this.
Yuan Chun was seven years older than Bao Yu. When Bao Yu was young, his mother, Wang Shi, was busy with housework, so Yuan Chun usually took care of him. His second
sister, Ying Chun, was introverted, and his third sister, Tan Chun, was stubborn and unyielding. Only Yuan Chun was gentle and reasonable, and
she doted on Bao Yu the most. She took care of almost everything for him, from meals to clothes and laundry. The eldest sister is like a mother, and this description of Yuan Chun is most fitting.
Bao Yu loved to crawl into his sisters' beds in the early morning, nestled against Yuan Chun's soft chest and ribs, finding her
fragrance very pleasant, and he could even take a nap in his sleep.
When Yuan Chun went to work in the fields and mountains, she often took Bao Yu with her. While Yuan Chun worked, he played.
He was busy with the wild grass on the mountain, the loaches in the fields, and the small fish in the river. Sometimes when Yuan-chun needed to urinate, she would have Bao-yu stand guard nearby
to see if anyone was coming. Bao-yu was very proud, looking around like a sentry. Sometimes he would catch a glimpse of Yuan
-chun's white bottom under her floral dress in the low grass and giggle. Yuan-chun, squatting down, would blush and glare at him, then laugh herself
.
Once, Yuan-chun was walking along when she suddenly needed to urinate. She put down what she was holding and squatted down to urinate in front of Bao-yu.
For the first time, Bao-yu was amazed to see that his sister had a small mouth down there, hissing
as clear water sprayed out, some of it flowing between her tender white legs—a sight both strange and new.
On their way home, passing by a stream, Bao-yu played in the water, and Yuan-chun splashed water to wash her face and feet. Her trousers were rolled up, revealing her white and shiny legs
. Yuan-chun also helped Bao-yu wash his face; the cool, soft sensation brushing against his face sometimes made Bao-yu unable to distinguish whether it was Yuan-chun
's hand or the stream water.
Yuan Chun was gentle on the outside but strong on the inside. Although Bao Yu often pestered her, she would become very obedient as soon as she frowned
. Bao Yu's deepest childhood memory was of Yuan Chun holding a book and helping him with his
homework under the dim light. The light shone on Yuan Chun's focused face, and Bao Yu thought she was exceptionally beautiful.
Yuan Chun was leaving for Shenzhen when Bao Yu was in fifth grade. As she left, Bao Yu felt a deep
sadness and followed her silently for ten miles. He followed her every step she took; if she told him to go back, he would stop and remain
silent; if she urged him to leave, he would run back, but as soon as he left, he would catch up again. In the end, Bao Yu didn't cry, but Yuan Chun
cried all the way.
Yuan Chun first worked for a foreign company, then rose to supervisor, and became a high-level white-collar worker. A few years ago, she married and moved
to Hong Kong. He had only returned home once for the Spring Festival to visit his family, meaning Baoyu hadn't seen Yuanchun for over four years.
What would his elder sister look like in four years? In the past two or three years, Baoyu had grown rapidly, much taller, and he thought
he would definitely surprise her when he saw her again!
When Yuanchun arrived, she didn't let Baoyu meet her at the airport, only telling him to wait for her at the Lihua Hotel. After all, they were siblings, and as soon as Yuanchun
got out of the car, Baoyu went to greet her: "Sister!" His face flushed and his heart pounded.
Yuanchun squinted for a moment, then smiled: "Stone!" She reached out and touched Baoyu's head. Yuanchun's
skin was delicate and plump, glowing reddish-white in the sunlight, seemingly radiant. She wore a pale yellow silk skirt that fluttered in the wind
, making her appear full and graceful. When Yuanchun touched his head, Baoyu's nose tingled slightly, but he managed to suppress
a smile.
He wouldn't let the hotel staff carry his luggage, insisting on doing it himself. Yuan Chun smiled and followed suit, all the while constantly
observing Bao Yu.
The last time she saw Bao Yu, he only reached Yuan Chun's shoulder, with a childlike, delicate appearance. Now, however
, he was taller than her, a handsome and dashing young man. When he smiled, his full lips and white teeth were both charming and handsome. He carried
the luggage with ease, his steps were brisk, and his waist was strong, a delightful sight.
Bao Yu initially found carrying the luggage easy, but it grew heavier and heavier, his arms aching, yet he endured it with gritted teeth, all the while...
He seemed relaxed talking to Yuan Chun, but once they got to the room, his arm suddenly stiffened as if cramping. He put it down and
collapsed to the floor, panting. Yuan Chun noticed this and laughed, making Bao Yu blush.
Embarrassed, Bao Yu stood up, but his trousers ripped open with a "rip!" His wet
shorts, worn underneath, were dangling loosely. Yuan Chun, still
laughing, saw this and blushed, spitting out, "You silly Bao Yu!" She turned away, still secretly
chuckling.
Bao Yu covered his crotch, dumbfounded. Yuan Chun reacted quickly: "Go to bed, take off your trousers, and mend them
." She called a servant, who actually had a needle and thread. Yuan Chun brought out her own pajamas for Bao Yu to wear. Bao Yu , both amused
and exasperated, put them on; they were light, soft, and surprisingly comfortable.
When he was little, Baoyu often wore Yuanchun's clothes. He never imagined that now, so grown up, he would have to wear them again. The thought of himself
wearing his sister's usual pajamas next to his skin made him feel strange, and his lower body involuntarily hardened.
Yuanchun was smiling at Baoyu when she suddenly noticed his silent erection. She knew exactly what it was, and her face burned
. She turned away, her heart pounding. As a child, Yuanchun had often dressed Baoyu
, and she was familiar with his belongings. She never imagined he would grow up to be so... astonishing. Judging by his height
, it was more than a size larger than her husband's!
Yuanchun brushed her hair behind her ear, straightened her back, composed herself, and said calmly, "Shitou,
throw me your torn pants, I'll sew them up for you." She took the needle and thread, spread her hands, first licking the thread to her lips,
then threading it through the needle with practiced ease.
Baoyu hesitated, for every time he changed his trousers, he couldn't help but sniff them, and there was always a strange
odor in his crotch.
Yuanchun turned around and urged, "Hurry up!" Baoyu reluctantly threw them over. Yuanchun lowered her head and began to sew
. It was as if they had returned to their childhood, with Yuanchun sitting at the table mending, and Baoyu watching her intently.
A warm, comforting feeling welled up in Baoyu's chest, making him feel dizzy and quite pleased. As they drew closer, Yuan Chun's hair was styled in a bun
, revealing a neck of snow-white skin beneath her eyes. She spoke softly, "At school, who washes your clothes?"
Bao Yu replied, "No one else, I do it myself."
Yuan Chun chuckled nasally, "You've always been a lazybones, how can you wash clothes?"
Bao Yu laughed, "I just put in laundry detergent and stirred it around."
Yuan Chun chuckled again, "Have you found a girlfriend yet?"
Bao Yu thought to himself, "Baochai wouldn't wash my clothes, at least not now." He chuckled, "She's coming
to see you later."
Yuan Chun turned her face away, "Oh?" Because Bao Yu was so close, they almost touched, their warm breaths catching
as they quickly looked away.
Yuan Chun smiled, "Bao Yu's grown up, he even has a girlfriend now, what does she look like?"
Bao Yu blurted out, "She looks a bit like you." Then, a little confused, he realized that Baochai and Yuan Chun really did
look somewhat alike.
Yuan Chun giggled, "Like me? That's too ordinary."
Bao Yu's throat itched, and he finally said, "It would be better if you looked like my sister. I like your appearance the most."
Yuan Chun turned her face, her brows slightly furrowed, a hint of amusement in her question, "You've really grown up, you know how to make girls happy
."
Bao Yu remained silent. Yuan Chun finished sewing and lowered her head to bite the needle and thread. Suddenly, a pungent, musty
smell wafted into her nostrils—the smell of dried semen. She froze, her face flushing. Bao Yu had already run to the bathroom in fright
.
When he came out and saw that Yuan Chun looked normal, he sheepishly walked over. The two faced each other in silence for a moment.
Yuan Chun smiled and lightly patted the chair in front of her, "Sit here, let me take a good look at you." Bao
Yu sat down, exaggeratedly offering his face. Yuan Chun tapped his head and laughed, "Nonsense! You don't need to look
so close!" Bao Yu smiled and sat up straight. Yuan Chun touched her face with one hand, staring blankly, sighing
, but saying nothing.
Bao Yu also looked at Yuan Chun. There was something about her face that resembled his own—a fair, round face,
beautiful and captivating, both familiar and somewhat strange. Her skin was fair and well-maintained, but a few
lines were subtly creeping around her eyes, and there was an almost imperceptible weariness in her face, adding a touch of delicate, charming young womanly
grace.
Over the years, Yuan Chun rarely returned home, but she had helped her family a great deal. First, the family moved from the countryside to the city; then
Ying Chun and Tan Chun got married; and Bao Yu went to university. Yuan Chun always sent money. Could she, a single woman far away,
manage everything smoothly? Yuan Chun didn't mention it, and her family rarely asked, only thinking that Yuan Chun was clever and capable, able to
handle anything on her own.
Baoyu watched quietly, a sudden surge of tenderness and concern welling up within him. He couldn't help but call out,
"Sister!" His hand rested on Yuanchun's jade-like hand, holding it gently, reluctant to let go; the hand still lingered on his cheek.
Yuanchun's heart stirred, her own tenderness overwhelming her. She withdrew her gaze, her eyes flickering, a
forced smile appearing on her lips: "My little stone has finally grown up." Baoyu was startled, a fleeting
sadness in her eyes. He asked, "Sister, are you doing well in Hong Kong?"
Yuanchun replied calmly, "What's wrong? I have food and clothing." Then, she smiled again, stood up, and
said, "Well, when is your little girlfriend coming? Can I take a shower first?"
Baoyu smiled, "Sister, go ahead and shower. Tell her to wait a bit when she arrives."
Yuanchun took some toiletries and went into the bathroom. Baoyu sat on the edge of the bed, the Simmons mattress sinking softly into him. Looking around
the room, the main color scheme was pale yellow, creating a warm and elegant atmosphere. There were two Simmons mattresses, both with white covers and
yellow mattresses. The French windows were covered with pale yellow velvet that reached the floor; from a corner peeking out, one could see an outer layer of
white gauze.
Listening to the sound of running water from the bathroom, Baoyu felt a sweet joy, like reuniting with long-lost family. He smiled and recalled
some things from his childhood.
"Baoyu! Baoyu!" came a call. For a moment, Baoyu thought Baochai had arrived. He got out of bed, only to realize
it was Yuanchun calling from the bathroom, so he responded.
Yuanchun said, "I forgot my bath towel; it's in my bag. Could you get it for me?"
Baoyu responded with an "Oh," then remembered and asked, "Isn't there one in the bathroom?"
Yuanchun replied, "I don't use theirs, I brought my own."
Baoyu took a bath towel, and suddenly his heart began to pound wildly. His sister was inside, surely she wasn't wearing anything?
The image of Yuanchun's naked body flashed before his eyes.
Reaching the bathroom door, he knocked, his heart in his throat. The door opened, and Yuanchun revealed only her face, an
arm covered in soap, and half a bare shoulder, smiling, "What are you daydreaming about?"
Baoyu hurriedly handed it to her. His sister's skin was so white, it was dazzling before his eyes. That bare shoulder, the skin
smooth and delicate, the bone structure even, had a texture like a mixture of white jade and silk. Returning to the bedside, he heard the sound of water again, but he couldn't calm
down. The sound of the water splashed into his heart, stirring up his anxiety. Baoyu felt his
breath was burning hot, and his body became restless. He paced back and forth, unsure what to do.
Just then, Baochai arrived. Yuan Chun had booked the room long ago, and Bao Yu had given her the address and number.
Bao Chai stopped at the door, glanced at Bao Yu first, then looked past him into the room. Bao Yu said softly, "Sister
is taking a bath." Bao Chai's expression relaxed a little, and Bao Yu pulled her to sit on the bed.
After a while, Bao Chai pushed him away, saying, "It's so hot, stop fooling around." Bao Yu's hands, however, were only busy
moving under Bao Chai's clothes, panting heavily, his eyes somewhat glazed, his breath hot against Bao Chai's neck. Bao Chai knew that
her sister was in the bathroom and could come out at any moment, but her body was involuntarily weak and powerless. A heat rose between her legs, and
a flow of fluid welled up, itchy and uncontrollable. She went limp in Bao Yu's arms.
Bao Chai was wearing a floral silk dress today. Bao Yu lifted it up, pulled off her underwear, and thrust into her, pressing her
body down and pumping hard. His face, hovering above Bao Chai, twitched and moved back and forth.
Baochai blushed, biting her lip, afraid to make a sound. Her eyes were fixed on Baoyu, her body tense,
the intense pleasure of that nerve-wracking tension was deadly, she felt herself gradually melting down there, letting Baoyu do as he pleased. The soft
Simmons mattress swayed, and all she could hear was the sound of her own and Baoyu's breathing.
After a while, Baoyu suddenly tilted his head back, opened his mouth wide, and
bit down, his lower body thrusting faster and faster, each thrust more forceful than the last. Baochai felt her lower body being hit heavily, her body about to be thrown away, the entire Simmons mattress
about to be shaken apart. Her body went limp, sliding down the crooked Simmons mattress to the floor, a gush of lustful fluid gushing
out as she lost control. Baoyu was also pulled down, pressing down on Baochai, his body trembling, ejaculating wildly,
dripping semen everywhere.
Before the two could even get up, the bathroom door knocked softly, Yuanchun came out, and the two scrambled to their feet. Yuan Chun
smiled and then hid back in the bathroom. Baochai was so ashamed she wanted to cry, and pinched Baoyu hard. Baoyu was a little dazed, 　　not 　　even 　　feeling 　　the
pain, and looked confused. Together with Baochai , they 　　tidied up the Simmons mattress.
**************** 　　... 　　She didn't say anything at the moment, only smilingly asking, "Baoyu, is she your little friend?" As she walked 　　, she used a half-dry towel to shake her wet hair. After changing into a white dress, she looked radiant and charming, exuding 　　a graceful, mature woman's aura. 　　Baochai smiled shyly, but Baoyu gave her a push on the back. 　　Yuanchun glanced at her sideways, seeing her wearing a small, tight-fitting floral blue dress, which made her look pure and simple 　　. Her face was full, and her temperament reserved; she was the kind of girl who was demure and quiet. She wondered why Baochai had just been 　　fooling around with Baoyu. 　　Yuanchun smiled, intentionally or unintentionally. Baochai, embarrassed, hid behind Baoyu, secretly pinching him again 　　. Baoyu, already injured, was somewhat shameless, grinning and smirking at Yuanchun, earning a fierce glare from her 　　. 　　The group stayed in the room for a while, then Baoyu suggested going to the busiest street in the city, East Street, to stroll and have lunch there 　　. Yuan-chun wasn't in much spirits, but she liked Bao-chai and wanted to buy her something. So the group went downstairs 　　, hailed a taxi, and headed towards the east end of the street. 　　Yuan-chun sat in the front, while Bao-yu and Bao-chai sat in the back. Bao-chai was holding a grudge against Bao-yu for the embarrassing incident earlier, and the two 　　chattered softly in the back. Yuan-chun smiled, pretending not to hear, and looked out the window 　　. 　　Several years had passed, and the provincial capital had seen many new high-rises, wider roads, and new, well-maintained green belts. 　　Many places seemed familiar, yet completely transformed. Yuan-chun felt a pang of melancholy. The reason she had returned was because 　　she hadn't been home in so long, and she missed the messy, dilapidated yet warm and lively feeling of her past. But everything 　　seemed to have quietly changed. 　　Back in Hong Kong, her husband had left all the business to her these past few years, spending his days leisurely meeting friends 　　, going to bars, and rarely speaking when he came home. Her in-laws were people who didn't care about anything except eating and playing mahjong 　　. Aside from her work, Yuan Chun seemed to have little connection to the family. Fortunately, she was shrewd and capable, and the family 　　maintained a facade of politeness and respect towards her. As time went on, she developed a sense of loneliness, like someone who had been away for a long time. She felt physically and mentally 　　exhausted, empty, as if she had lost something, mixed with a hint of uncertainty and fear about the future. 　　This time, she had decided to come back, but what she could possibly find, Yuan Chun herself didn't know. 　　"Sister, we're here!" Bao Yu patted Yuan Chun's shoulder, waking her from her reverie. 　　Yuan Chun waved to the driver, and the group got out of the car. They first found a place to eat, then spent half a day strolling through the shopping 　　street. 　　Yuan Chun bought some clothes for Bao Chai, picked out a few small items for herself, and then urged Bao Yu to hurry back to the hotel 　　. Baoyu, worried that Yuanchun might be tired from her recent return, went back to the inn for a while before hurriedly sending Baochai home, leaving Yuanchun 　　to rest alone. They arranged to go to Gushan together the next day. 　　Gushan is located in the eastern suburbs of the provincial capital and is a famous scenic spot. By the time they arrived at the foot of the mountain, it was nearly noon.

Summer was teeming with tourists, crowding the narrow mountain paths. Everyone was dressed lightly, their clothes thin and sheer. The
girls, in particular, were brightly colored and adorned, creating a vibrant and lively scene along the winding paths.
Yuan Chun was wearing a casual, wide-legged t-shirt today, the fabric featuring the delicate floral pattern often seen on women's nightgowns, a style
less common in inland areas, giving her a sensual and alluring look. Her pointed breasts appeared charming and alluring beneath the loose t-shirt. She wore
thin, stretchy pants that clung tightly to her thighs, outlining the full curves of her buttocks and thighs. A
sun hat completed her look, making her seem like a completely different person, leaving Bao Yu stunned.
Only the face beneath the hat brim was recognizable to Bao Yu. That face smiled: "Bao Yu,
what are you staring at!" A mischievous and smug look on her face as she led the way up the steps.
Bao Yu, still dazed, thought, "Good heavens, is this my sister Yuan Chun?" He glanced back at Bao Chai, who was also smiling,
her lips pursed.
Yuan-chun deliberately wanted to relax today, and she climbed the mountain steps with unusual ease. Bao-yu, left behind,
looked up and saw her two plump buttocks shifting from side to side beneath her t-shirt, her back swaying with each step
, revealing a voluptuous and alluring waist. It exuded a bouncy and sensuality even hotter than the weather. Suddenly
, an image flashed through his mind: Yuan-chun lying face down on the mountain steps, hands on the ground, buttocks raised high, Bao-yu
standing behind her, thrusting hard—
Bao-yu snapped out of his reverie, startled: how could he have such a ridiculous thought? Fortunately, looking around, he saw a
bustling crowd with various expressions; no one seemed to notice his thoughts.
Reaching Yongquan Temple halfway up the mountain, the group found a large rock to sit on and rest. Bao-yu took out bottled water from his bag
and handed it to Yuan-chun and Bao-chai. Yuan Chun was doing somewhat better, but Bao Chai was drenched in sweat from exhaustion. She had unbuttoned one button of her collar,
letting the wind blow through her, her face flushed, her wet hair clinging to her temples, giving her a slightly disheveled yet beautiful appearance.
Bao Yu was staring blankly when suddenly he heard someone call, "Bao Chai! Bao Chai!" Looking towards the sound, he saw a
short-haired girl in a sleeveless vest running towards him, calling out and giggling. Upon closer inspection, he recognized her as
Shi Xiangyun, Bao Chai's classmate. Bao Yu had seen this girl a few times; she was particularly lively and often played with the boys. It was said that
once, after getting drunk, she slept in the same room with four or five boys. When she woke up the next day, she wasn't afraid or ashamed at all, ordering one boy
to bring her water to wash her face, another to buy her breakfast fried dough sticks, and the whole room waited on her for half a day.
Shi Xiangyun skipped over and grabbed Baochai's hand, saying, "Did you just come up? I've already come down from the top of the mountain!" She
glanced at Yuanchun, then noticed Baoyu staring blankly to the side, and exclaimed, "Baoyu! You're such a jerk!"
Baoyu was startled, "What's wrong?"
Shi Xiangyun said, "Look at Baochai, she's covered in sweat, and you didn't even help wipe it off! What kind of boyfriend are you
!" Baoyu followed her finger and indeed saw several streaks of sweat on Baochai's fair skin at the front of her dress.
He actually grabbed a tissue and reached out to wipe it, but Baochai spat at him and slapped his hand away. Shi Xiangyun burst into laughter.
Baochai turned and chased after her, pinching her. The two women huddled together, whispering amongst themselves for a while. Baoyu and Yuanchun
watched them with smiles. "Oh no!
" Shi Xiangyun rushed over, "Baoyu! I've taken Baochai with me! Let's go back in my carriage!"
Baoyu saw Baochai standing there smiling, knowing she was always afraid of climbing mountains, so he laughed, "Hmph! You've kidnapped my girlfriend
, you'll have to compensate me!"
Shi Xiangyun smiled and leaned closer, "What do you think of me? Haha!"
Baoyu saw her bright eyes and nose, and her shapely breasts in front of her vest, and his heart fluttered. He laughed, "Alright
, you're the one! No backing out!"
After chatting and laughing for a while, Baochai and Xiangyun went down the mountain first. Baoyu went up to Yuanchun's side, "Sister, let's continue
climbing to the top!" Yuanchun smiled, patted Baoyu's head, and turned to go up the stone steps first. Baoyu followed closely behind, carrying his things
.
As they walked, suddenly Baoyu shouted a few times, rushed past
Yuanchun, and turned around, smiling triumphantly at her. Yuan Chun pursed her lips, secretly amused: "Bao Yu may be grown up, but he's still got that monkey-like nature."
Bao Yu walked quickly for a while, panting heavily, and leaned against a rock by the roadside,
smiling weakly at Yuan Chun. Yuan Chun walked up and stopped beside Bao Yu, her chest heaving as she breathed heavily.
Bao Yu leaned his head on her shoulder, saying, "I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore, sister, let me lean on you."
Yuan Chun's legs were weak, and she pushed him away with a panting laugh: "You silly Bao Yu, leaning on me? My legs are too weak to support me
."
Bao Yu straightened up and pointed to his shoulder and chest: "Then you can lean on me."
Yuan Chun laughed: "Okay, I'll tire you out!" She actually leaned half her body against Bao Yu's left chest, tilted her head back, and happily
half-closed her eyes: "Mmm, so comfortable!" Her two nipples stood out under her clothes.
Bao Yu couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat, and he flicked Yuan Chun's nose with his finger: "Comfortable, isn't it!" Yuan Chun
smiled with her eyes closed. Baoyu carefully placed a hand on her shoulder, and for a moment both felt dizzy.
Yuanchun blushed, and Baoyu really wanted to kiss her. Just then, they heard a little boy's voice on the road
: "Mom, look how affectionate they are!" The two hurriedly straightened up and separated, only to see the boy pointing
to a couple above, embracing and kissing.
Baoyu and Yuanchun's eyes met, both feeling somewhat awkward. They didn't speak and continued climbing to the top of the mountain.
When they reached the top, a boy was anxiously looking around. Seeing Baoyu, he came over and smiled: "Could you
take a picture of us?" He pointed to a girl standing on the edge of the cliff.
Baoyu nodded and took a picture for them. The girl walked over with a sweet smile: "Thank you!" She glanced
at Yuan Chun and said, "Your girlfriend is so pretty, she's a perfect match for you!"
Bao Yu playfully put his arm around Yuan Chun's shoulder and giggled: "Really? Thank you for the compliment." Yuan Chun pushed him away and laughed:
"Nonsense!" She walked to the edge of the cliff alone.
The feeling at the top of the mountain was different. Looking around, the mountains rose and fell, and half of Fuzhou was spread out before her. A cool breeze
blew, making her feel refreshed, like surfacing from underwater to catch her breath. Yuan Chun gazed at the foot of the mountain for a long time,
breathing deeply and savoring the moment. The wind on the mountaintop kept blowing against her, making her long hair fly and her wide t-shirt
flutter.
She didn't know when, but she was holding Bao Yu's hand, just like when she was a child, and the two of them stood on the cliff.
Together, they were blown by the wind, moved together. Lost in a tender, almost imperceptible affection, they were too lazy to speak
. Even as their bodies pressed together without their awareness, they refused to move.
Two clear tears fell from Yuan Chun's eyes, caught by Bao Yu's lips. In the midst of this tenderness, Bao Yu's erection
hardened dramatically, pressing exaggeratedly against Yuan Chun's cleft.
Yuan Chun felt as if her body was melting in the breeze, softly leaning against the young, fiery
male body behind her. A tingling, electric current surged through her buttocks, a rapid, numbing itch spreading from her lower body throughout her entire being
, causing her to tremble uncontrollably. She heard a male voice let out a seductive "Mmm" in her ear, and a pair of hands
tightly encircled her waist, her body feeling as if it were being crushed. Waves of intense pleasure washed over her, her lower body becoming hot and wet
, a trickle of fluid crawling down her inner thighs like worms.
Suddenly, the hands moved to her chest, frantically kneading her breasts. Her breasts, like crushed flowers, twisted and
contorted, leaving a hot, tantalizingly pleasurable sensation. The hands then moved to her waist,
stopping at her hips, grabbing and twisting her buttocks with clenched fists. Next, they moved to her inner thighs, carefully sliding their fingers
over her, finally thrusting between her legs. Yuan Chun felt her entire body being lifted by that hand; her soul seemed to fly
away, and a gush of fluid soaked half her trousers.
Coming to her senses, she saw Bao Yu panting beside her face. Startled, Yuan Chun turned her head away, and Bao Yu hurriedly avoided
her gaze. Yuan Chun calmed herself, stood there for a moment, then suddenly turned around, her expression strange. Ignoring Bao
Yu, she hurried down the mountain. Bao Yu, terrified, his face dark with fear, followed at a distance.
The sky was already darkening. Yuan Chun stumbled along, the strange contact she had just experienced making the world seem
to tremble and everything chaotic beyond repair. An inexplicable fear gripped her. Yet, deeper within her heart
, a vague, inexplicable joy and sorrow welled up, threatening to surge up and transform into an uncontrollable
, frenzied happiness.
Before she knew it, she had reached the foot of the mountain. All the taxis had been flagged down, leaving only a crowd waiting for the last
bus.
Yuan Chun stopped, somewhat bewildered. Turning back, she saw Bao Yu standing at a distance, looking lost and hesitant to approach
. It was like when he was a child, when he had done something wrong and feared her scolding. Yuan Chun felt a pang of pity; her expression and
actions must have terrified him.
She walked to Bao Yu and gently touched his cheek. Like a mother's outstretched hand, once extended, a child's
tears fall. Baoyu cried, "Sister!"
Yuanchun pulled his head to her chest and softly said, "Were you frightened?" Baoyu nodded his head against her chest
. Yuanchun whispered, "Sister was wrong." Baoyu shook his head.
Suddenly, Yuanchun felt that something long lost had returned, and she couldn't help but hug Baoyu tightly,
her heart overflowing with affection and love. In Baoyu's ear, she whispered as if to herself, "Silly child,
whatever you do to your sister—I won't blame you!" Baoyu was startled by her words and looked up at Yuanchun. Yuanchun was infinitely gentle
and sighed softly.
On the bus, the crowd was so dense that it was difficult to turn around. Yuanchun was face to face, squeezed into Baoyu's arms. Baoyu carefully
avoided her sensitive areas, but the bus swayed, and their bodies rubbed against each other, and he couldn't help but
get an erection.
Baoyu turned his face to look out the window, struggling to suppress his desire. A moment later, he felt a slight movement on his shoulder. Looking up, he saw Yuan Chun
resting her face on his shoulder, gazing at him with a slight smile. Bao Yu was both surprised and delighted, gently wrapping his arms around her waist
. A surge of heat rose within him, and he throbbed and thrust a few times. Gritting his teeth, his face flushed purple, he remained still.
After a while, a hand quietly touched his erection. Bao Yu swallowed hard
and looked down at Yuan Chun. Yuan Chun still had a slight smile on her lips, quietly resting her head on his shoulder, gazing out the window
.
Yuan Chun, with her face turned to the side, had smooth, delicate skin, clear eyes and nose, and a graceful, lively appearance, like a gentle and charming young girl,
immersed in a dream. The two silently leaned against each other, and in the dim light, a tender and inseparable affection lingered, fading
away.
The hand below was gentle and skillful, sometimes lightly pinching the glans, sometimes stroking it soothingly. Then
she reached down to the very bottom, cupping the entire vulva, cradling it like a precious jewel, and gently kneading it. She reached up and, through the fabric ,
tugged at the entire penis, as if trying to probe its full shape. Finally, with a hint of hesitation,
she silently unzipped the pants and slipped her hand inside, touching the hot, burning penis.
Without the obstruction of fabric, the smooth, feminine skin on her hand immediately made Bao Yu's penis throb,
its veins becoming even more prominent, its shaft erect. The hand seemed startled, momentarily stunned, before beginning to explore it all around
, grasping and stroking the entire thing.
Baoyu's breathing grew heavy, and his grip on Yuanchun tightened. His hand then slid down
, squeezing and kneading her full buttocks. Yuanchun bit her lip, her legs clamping together, and she tightened her grip slightly. Finally, Baoyu's penis
twitched a few times, and Yuanchun quickly pressed the shaft into his shorts. A large gush of hot, thick semen gushed out, soaking his entire
waistband. Baoyu felt utterly exhausted, his body limp and unable to stand. Fortunately, there were people around, preventing him from collapsing.
The bus passed the hotel, and the two got off. At the open-air food stall in front of the building, they ordered draft beer and fried noodles. Baoyu
was starving and wolfed down the food. One plate of fried noodles wasn't enough, so he ordered another. After finishing, he looked up
, and Yuanchun looked at him with a mixture of sorrow and joy. Next, it was time to go back to their room. Suddenly, fear gripped them both. They froze
, neither daring to utter a sound, as if this place was still safe, while the room itself was an unimaginable abyss
.
Yuan Chun said softly, "Take a taxi back." Bao Yu was momentarily out of breath, then suddenly remembered, "My
keys are up there!" Yuan Chun nodded, and the two of them suddenly felt relieved. They picked up their things and went back to their hotel room.
In the elevator, the two remained silent, letting the elevator lift them up without a sound, feeling an involuntary
sense of dizziness. There, in Yuan Chun's room, no one knew what would happen. They just walked step by step, unable to control their bodies
, towards that place.
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The two entered the room, and the waiter casually closed the door with a "click," the light shining in from the corridor being...
The door closed. The room was pitch black, cut off from the outside world. The air suddenly froze, and only
the heavy breathing of two people could be heard in the darkness.
Baoyu trembled all over, his hand rising to touch Yuanchun's waist. Through her thin shirt, he could feel the soft,
smooth texture of her skin. His head swelled, and his face stiffened in clenched patches.
Yuanchun's waist shuddered as if she had been electrocuted. She leaned against the wall, panting, and said, "Baoyu! Turn on
the light."
Baoyu hummed in response, his hand groping along the wall between Yuanchun and his body. Yuanchun felt Baoyu's body close to hers
, her legs buckling under the pressure. She leaned against the wall, and Baoyu followed, his soft, bouncy chest pressing against her
breasts. His hand fell from the wall, landing on Yuanchun's shoulder, just above her round-neck t-shirt
, where the exposed skin was delicate and smooth.
Their breaths suddenly caught in their throats, then their hot breaths hit each other's faces. Baoyu cried out in a trembling
voice, "Sister!" In the darkness, he wrapped his arms around a hot, soft body, which was
trembling uncontrollably.
She was much smaller than he had imagined, with a sunken waist. He tightened his grip and heard her let out a soft, dreamlike moan
. Baoyu lowered his head and pressed it against warm, moist lips. His mind exploded, disoriented,
and he kissed her face wildly, his hands squeezing the body in his arms as if trying to crush it.
Yuanchun felt as if her bones had been pulled out, her body limp, a sense of powerlessness washing over her.
She fell heavily to the ground from Baoyu's arms. Baoyu's eyes were dry, his breath hot, and he knelt down next to her, finding Yuanchun sitting on her knees
, huddled in the corner behind the door.
Baoyu moved closer and sat down on the ground. The two of them squeezed into a corner in the darkness, just like when they were children, once sheltering from a heavy
rain, huddled together in a small cave in a mountain hollow, feeling as if they were hidden in a corner of the world, where no one could find them, siblings
.
Baoyu placed his hand on Yuanchun's knee, and Yuanchun reached out her hand. Their hands touched and quietly intertwined
. Yuanchun said in a trembling voice, "Baoyu, do you really—like your sister that much?" Baoyu hummed in agreement,
holding her hand tightly.
Yuanchun remained silent for a long time, swallowed, and whispered, "We can't—you know that."
Baoyu stubbornly replied like a child, "No!" His desire was rekindled, and he leaned closer, his hot breath brushing against Yuanchun
's face.
Yuan Chun closed her eyes, her head tilting back weakly, thinking, "He must do this—I—." Bao Yu's lips
descended, touching Yuan Chun's nose, then moved to kiss the corner of her mouth, like touching a small fish's mouth, the slightly
parted sensation spreading from her lips, a sweet feeling lingering in her heart.
Yuan Chun stopped his head with her hands, Bao Yu struggled forward, and their lips met. Using
that as a fulcrum, his body gradually and excitedly turned, Bao Yu kneeling before Yuan Chun, parting her knees, pressing down
on her, as if falling into a warm, soft cotton ball, his hands and feet grasping, but unable to exert any strength. Yuan Chun
slumped to the side and fell to the ground.
Bao Yu, breathing heavily, without saying a word, began to pull at Yuan Chun's trousers. Yuan Chun curled up on the ground, like a panting
fish, wriggling forward, her trousers being pulled down to her heels, then falling out again. Baoyu's
hand touched the tip of her bare buttocks. Yuanchun cried out in surprise and took a step back.
Baoyu had gradually adjusted to the darkness of the room and saw a white, hazy mass. He moved forward unsteadily
, bent down, and followed with his lips, licking and kissing it. Yuanchun groaned, like a pinned insect, no longer
crawling, lying there, her body trembling.
At this moment, both of them were completely consumed by lust. Yuanchun's buttocks swayed, and Baoyu followed behind, licking. He
spread her legs apart, put his head between Yuanchun's legs, tilted his head upward, and licked Yuanchun's labia. Yuanchun's genitals were smooth and
hairless, her labia full and beautiful, and a woman's scent made Baoyu even more frenzied.
Yuanchun knelt with her buttocks raised, her buttocks trembling slightly, her labia wide open, drooping to the sides, dripping with fluid as Baoyu sucked and
licked, all of which was caught by Baoyu. Her knees buckled, and her thighs pressed against Baoyu's face.
Baoyu struggled free, pulled down his trousers, and before he could even remove his clothes, pressed himself against her. Both of them were clothed on their upper bodies but
naked from the waist down. Baoyu, holding his already erect member, slightly pushed apart Yuanchun 's tightly pressed legs
and thrust forward. Yuanchun's body jerked forward, and both of them cried out.
Yuanchun was stunned, dazed and incredulous: "Heavens, did he just come in like that?" Her legs clamped together
, and Baoyu's thick, hot member was truly there.
Baoyu had finally entered his sister's body, and he was so excited that goosebumps rose all over his body. He cried out in a tearful
voice, "Sister!" His hands pressed against Yuanchun's hips, and he thrust his hips forward with all his might, crying out again, "Sister
!" His lower body followed with another thrust. With each cry and thrust, his breathing became more and more rapid, faster and
heavier with each thrust.
Yuan Chun had never been penetrated so forcefully before. Bao Yu's penis was several sizes larger than her husband's, and as he
thrust into her from behind, hearing his repeated calls of "Sister," she completely lost control. She felt years
of pent-up frustration being washed away with a cathartic release, collapsing limply, dripping with her juices. Each time Bao Yu withdrew, she held her breath
and recoiled, waiting for the next, more powerful thrust. Finally, unable to resist any longer, she
arched her back to meet his thrust, the sound of their muscles colliding slapping against each other accompanied by splashing fluids.
Their movements, simple and frequent, quickly brought her to orgasm. Bao Yu cried out, his lower body pressing hard against
Yuan Chun's buttocks, stopping inside her, his penis trembling and throbbing. After a while, he ejaculated streams of semen, spraying it into Yuan Chun
's body. Yuan Chun lay there, unable to move.
Their backs pressed together for a long time. His penis contracted, sliding smoothly out of her. Baoyu gently placed a hand on Yuanchun's
shoulder and softly called out, "Sister." Yuanchun hummed in response, seemingly lost in thought. Baoyu kissed
the back of her ear, but before he could even touch it, Yuanchun suddenly sat up, her hair disheveled, and stumbled toward the bathroom door
. Baoyu felt a pang of hurt and lay there motionless.
Yuanchun paused at the door and called out, "Baoyu." Baoyu responded. Yuanchun waited for him to come closer, then
gently patted his face before entering the bathroom. After a while, the light came on, and Baoyu pushed the door, which closed.
He called out, "Sister!"
Yuan Chun paused for a moment before replying, "Don't come in." Bao Yu, emboldened, called out, "I want to wash too."
A heart-pounding wait ensued.
The door opened, and Bao Yu stepped inside. With a "snap," the light went out again. In the darkness, Bao Yu touched Yuan
Chun's naked body, only managing to utter half a sentence: "Sister—."
Yuan Chun softly interrupted, "Don't speak." Her hands went to his chest, unbuttoned his clothes, and pulled them off. She then turned on the
shower and began to wash him from head to toe. Her slender hands flowed over his body, gentle and skillful, lifting his arms and spreading his legs, scrubbing and caressing him,
making Bao Yu feel dizzy and lightheaded, as if floating on clouds.
Bao Yu knew that Yuan Chun had always bathed him like this before, and suddenly felt an urge to bathe her too
. He took the soap from her hand and rubbed it on Yuan Chun's smooth back, moving behind her and tracing down her spine
, first her waist, then her buttocks and full thighs, all the way to her heels. The touch was smooth and silky, the peaks rising and
falling. He stood up again, moving from her shoulders and neck forward to her full, firm breasts. Yuan Chun stood quietly, letting Bao Yu
clumsily work on her. Occasionally, their skin touched, both feeling indescribably comfortable.
When he reached Yuan Chun's breasts, they trembled tenderly, her nipples already erect. Bao Yu's hand slid there,
seemingly unaware, continuing down to her smooth abdomen, circling once, then suddenly slipping up to gently rub
and wash her nipples. Finally, one hand cupped her nipple, kneading it reluctantly. Yuan Chun's breathing quickened, and she reached down to find Bao Yu's long
, slightly drooping member swaying forward, already about 80% erect.
Baoyu's hand reached Yuanchun's private parts, about to touch and wash them, but Yuanchun bent over, covering her hands there, panting,
and said, "No—I'll do it myself."
Baoyu, still panting, pried her hands open. Her private parts were full and plump, smooth and tender, indeed without fine hair,
not shaved. The flesh below was abundant, the labia folded, and Baoyu wished he could turn on the light and examine them closely
.
Yuanchun, touched until her body was weak, arched her back and leaned against Baoyu, her two trembling breasts sliding against his back
. Baoyu, his mouth dry, instinctively pulled her close, and the two of them fell onto the bathtub together.
Yuanchun, naked, sat in Baoyu's lap, both of them completely naked, the fatal sensation of skin touching was unbearable
. Baoyu's penis suddenly swelled, pointing at the base of Yuanchun's thighs. Yuanchun couldn't resist the temptation,
her hand reaching down, guiding the root to her entrance, lifting her buttocks slightly, and sitting inside, both of them simultaneously letting
out a cry of "Ah!"
Baoyu was nestled in Yuanchun's embrace, his lower abdomen pressed against her skin, skin to skin, without a single gap. The
intimate closeness with his sister filled him with a profound sense of peace and satisfaction. He held her abdomen tightly, his chin resting
on her smooth shoulder, his face rubbing against her cheek in a daze.
Yuanchun breathed softly, turning her head to the side, their lips meeting in a fleeting, almost imperceptible touch, like birds feeding each other.
His lower body moved slightly with her turn, waves of tingling pleasure washing over him.
Baoyu buried his head under Yuanchun's armpit, his face against her full breasts, his mouth grasping one of her nipples, sucking and tasting
it. Yuanchun's arms encircled her brother's head, her face flushed as she let Baoyu suckle. Her body felt weak and limp,
overflowing with tenderness for Baoyu, her fingers gently caressing his ear.
The siblings had often played together in various playful ways, but none could compare to
the ecstasy of today. This kind of experience had only occurred to Bao-yu in his dreams before, but now it had suddenly become real. Bao-yu almost thought
he was dreaming, lingering there for a long time. Their passionate love, their bodies joined together as siblings, brought an indescribable
thrill and pleasure that transcended taboos, until Bao-yu's thighs went numb and ached, at which point Yuan-chun began to move up and down, losing control of her body
.
After a day of climbing mountains and half a day of entanglement, both were exhausted. After washing themselves, Bao-yu
lay weakly on the bed, seeing Yuan-chun still whispering in the shadows, and mumbled, "Sister." His eyelids grew heavy
, about to close.
Yuan-chun, without a word, climbed on top of him, already wearing a nightgown, and pressed her face against Bao-yu's chest, nestled obediently. Bao-yu
was both surprised and delighted, gently stroking her soft hair, and gradually fell asleep.
The next day, Baoyu slept until noon. When he awoke, the events of the previous night seemed like a dream, unbelievable yet
undeniably real. Finding himself alone, he glanced around the room, but saw no one. A wave of panic washed over him, and
he called out, "Sister!"
No one answered, but then he heard the bathroom door open softly. Yuanchun, with long hair and a wide skirt, emerged, her face slightly flushed ,
looking at him with a mixture of reproach and shyness.
Baoyu was overjoyed. He rose and embraced Yuanchun, who surprisingly didn't resist. Baoyu was intoxicated.
His hands gently caressed her back and buttocks, feeling their softness and comfort. Under her wide skirt, she wore neither a bra nor underwear
. Having slept soundly, Baoyu was full of energy, and his lower body immediately became erect.
Baoyu lifted her skirt, and Yuanchun gasped in surprise, only to see Baoyu already crouching low, his face buried in her private parts, licking and
arching. The skirt covered his upper body, and movement beneath it was rustling. Yuanchun's body went numb on one side, her hands limply resting on
the arch of his back, panting heavily.
After a while, Baoyu crawled up from above, emerging from under Yuanchun's skirt with a strong effort,
his head peeking out from the neckline, breathing heavily. The skirt covered their bodies, making it look as if one person had two heads. The two
heads were entangled above, lips pressed together, while beneath the skirt, two naked bodies, chest to chest, belly to belly, four
arms entwined, a scene both strange and stimulating.
Their lips parted. Yuan Chun's face burned like fire. She felt that their situation was truly outrageous.
As she rubbed and caressed Bao Yu, her lower body became wet, and she only wanted to spread her body open so that Bao Yu
could penetrate her forcefully. She clamped her legs around Bao Yu's penis and rubbed it vigorously.
Bao Yu felt a tingling sensation in his lower body and couldn't hold back his ejaculation. He quickly slid his hand down from Yuan Chun's waist, prying her buttocks to prevent
her from moving. After a while, the urge to ejaculate subsided. He pushed Yuan Chun to sit on the table, lifted her skirt to her waist, and groped
for her lower body. He guided his penis to her opening and thrust it in. Yuan Chun's lower body was wet, and she tenderly received the thrust, clinging to Bao Yu's back, her head
tilted back weakly, her long hair swaying from side to side.
Seeing his sister's unbearable tenderness, Bao Yu became even more excited. His hips swayed, and only
the sounds of "tsk tsk" and "tsk"—the sound of his penis squeezing into her wet vagina—could be heard, like a child suckling.
Neither of them could see where their bodies were joined, only the sounds they heard, like those of a maniac.
Suddenly, Baoyu pulled out with a "pop," struggling to emerge from under his clothes. He lifted her skirt and finally saw his sister
's wet, voluptuous figure, her lips parted wide, the flesh between her pink labia sticky with fluid, contracting and trembling incessantly. He couldn't resist,
and thrust his penis in forcefully. His shaft was swallowed by her fleshy opening, and when he pulled it out, a wave of flesh surged forth, his shaft now dripping
wet.
Baoyu held his breath, watching his penis rise and fall, not ejaculating for a long time. Suddenly, Yuanchun clamped her legs around his waist,
crying out, "Faster!—Faster!" Baoyu thrust a few times, and Yuanchun's body hardened. Her legs drooped, and Baoyu
ejaculated a few drops of clear fluid, splashing onto Yuanchun's private parts.
After crossing the line between siblings, for the next two days, except for going downstairs for meals, the two stayed in the room, isolated from the world
, intimately entwined, like newlyweds.
That morning, the siblings were entangled together, Yuan Chun straddling Bao Yu, her brows slightly furrowed, sitting up and
down. Suddenly, a knock came at the door, startling them both. Yuan Chun asked, "Who is it?"
Bao Chai's voice replied, "Sister, it's me." The two hurriedly separated. Bao Yu
grabbed his clothes and hid in the bathroom. Yuan Chun quickly tidied the room, opened the door, and Bao Chai entered with a smile, saying,
"Sister, are you still sleeping?"
Yuan Chun felt ashamed and rubbed her eyes, "Oh, I just woke up." A slippery, sticky fluid appeared between her legs
, and she quickly squeezed her legs together, walking to the bedside to sit down.
Bao Chai sat at the table, smiling, and said, "I went to school today and didn't see Bao Yu. I thought he was here with you
!" She glanced around the room.
Yuan Chun smiled blankly, "Yes, he came yesterday afternoon, had dinner, and left." Following Bao Chai's gaze
, she was startled. The past two days, she and Bao Yu had been fooling around, making a mess of the room.
Baochai asked, "Sister, haven't you gone anywhere these past few days?" She stared at Yuanchun. Yuanchun looked disheveled, her languid and casual
demeanor almost excessive.
Yuanchun found Baochai's eyes intelligent, clear, and bright, almost unbearable. A lingering emptiness remained in her lower body.
In her dazed state, she didn't know what she had said; her own dry voice echoed in the air. During their brief pause, the room felt uncomfortably empty. Baochai's eyes shone brightly, as if deep in thought. 　　Suddenly, as if concealing something,
Yuanchun casually said, "Oh, I'm leaving tomorrow." 　　Baochai said, "Really? When?" 　　When? Yuanchun remembered her flight to Hong Kong: "This afternoon." Suddenly, she felt she really had to 　　go back. 　　Baochai's eyes widened: "Ah? You're not going back to your hometown?" 　　Yuanchun couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache, her voice choked with emotion: "Yes, I'm not going back." Baochai gave her a strange look 　　. 　　Yuanchun trembled slightly, afraid she would lose control and lose her composure. Finally, Baochai stood up and smiled, 　　"I'll come to see you off tomorrow." She glanced at the bedside, her smile seeming to falter for a moment, then continued, "Then I'll go first 　　." 　　Yuanchun nodded and saw her to the door. Closing the door, she suddenly felt utterly weak, leaning against it, panting. 　　She walked back, looked around the bedside, saw nothing amiss, and sat limply on the edge. She didn't notice, however 　　, a pair of dirty blue underwear belonging to Baoyu under the bedside table. 　　Baoyu came out, startled, "Sister, what's wrong?" Yuanchun's face was pale and weak, looking terrible 　　. Yuanchun leaned weakly against Baoyu's chest, saying nothing. 　　Yuanchun herself didn't know why she had suddenly made the decision to return to Hong Kong; it had just slipped out in a moment 　　. Perhaps it was Baochai's sudden arrival that shattered the sense of isolation the siblings had shared, bringing them 　　back to the harsh reality. Like a ray of light piercing the darkness, her dream shattered piece by piece. 　　The next day, Baochai arrived to see Yuanchun off. The three of them ate lunch together, with Baochai constantly smiling 　　and drinking quite a bit with Yuanchun. Her cheeks were flushed, and she was eventually seven or eight tenths drunk. Baoyu wanted to take her home, 　　but Baochai waved for a carriage, got in, and pushed Baoyu out, saying, "Don't see me off, your sister's 　　flight is at two 　　o'clock this afternoon." Baoyu asked worriedly 　　, "Are you alright?" 　　Baochai smiled, "I'm fine! We'll be home soon." Baoyu nodded, and the carriage drove off, kicking up a flurry of fallen leaves along the narrow road 　　. The carriage window rolled down, and Baochai was in tears. 　　――――― 　　＊ ... 　　Writing like this is actually very tiring; it's all sustained by my imagination and passion for the female characters. Now I need to stop and sort out my 　　thoughts. Hehe, Xiangyu, Xifeng, Baoqin, Daiyu, Qingwen—these are all women from *Dream of the Red Chamber* that I find particularly interesting 　　. I really want to fantasize about them one by one. How long will it take? I don't know. 　　Gu 　　Yong, May 23, 2003

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