The Truth Hidden in the Shadows

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(Chapter 1)

The plane jolted, jolting me awake. Outside the window, all I could hear was darkness and the deafening
roar of the engines. We must have encountered turbulence. Many passengers were awakened, their whispers making it impossible for me to
close my eyes again.
...

I opened my backpack, intending to take out some chewing gum to rinse my mouth, but my eyes accidentally fell on the bright red wedding invitation. I
hesitated slightly, then casually opened it and looked at it again carefully. Yes! Today, my mother was
getting married, to spend the rest of her life with another man, while I was being sent tens of thousands of miles away. I was
heartbroken!

I had cried and begged, unwilling to leave Taiwan, but my grandmother and mother both said in unison:

"Go! Go abroad to broaden your horizons, get a diploma, it'll be a good dowry."

What a joke! Studying is for a diploma? A diploma is a dowry? If that's the case, I'd rather never
get married! But whenever I think of my mother's experiences, my heart softens. She raised me with great difficulty, supporting me on a
meager salary, barely able to afford clothes for herself, yet allowing me to study and
grow . Now that she has found happiness, how can I stop her...?

Perhaps it's a deep-seated jealousy for my father, I think! My mother has a naturally beautiful face and figure; even at 40,
she remains radiant and captivating. Walking next to her, she looks like an older sister.

I'm 21 years old this year. My father died in a car accident when I was in first grade. I remember my mother
often kneeling before my father's memorial tablet late at night, weeping. I didn't understand at the time, and I would often be awakened by her sobs. I could only
hide behind the door, secretly shedding tears, inexplicably moved by my mother's grief.
I didn't understand who I was crying for—my father in the photograph? Or my mother silently shedding tears?

The wedding invitation gradually blurred, and tears unconsciously welled up in my eyes. I quickly took a deep breath, swallowing the
soreness in my throat, and blew out my pent-up grievances and sorrow with a tissue.

In a few hours, I would arrive at Vienna International Airport. My mood shifted from sadness to fear. I was afraid of the new
environment because I didn't know what kind of life I would face.

My mother had arranged for me to stay temporarily at an aunt's house. I had never met this so-called aunt before. I wondered if she would be easy
to get along with. Would she stand me up?

Pushing my luggage, I looked around for the aunt who might come to pick me up. I looked around disappointedly. She wasn't here.
Why didn't anyone come to greet me? I was so anxious that tears were about to well up in my eyes. Suddenly, I saw a man in the distance
holding a sign that read "{Lv Huan}"...

He had also been looking around for a while. Strange... how come I didn't see him holding the sign? Maybe I had a preconceived notion and
subconsciously assumed that the aunt would come.

I quickly pushed the stroller towards him, and he happened to see me rushing around. He walked towards me too.

"Are you Miss Lü Huan?"

I nodded timidly. "Excuse me, why didn't Aunt Fang come to pick me up?"

He took the stroller from me and said with a smile, "She's busy! So she sent me. Don't worry, come on... I'll take you to her place first."

I obediently followed him to the parking lot, put my luggage down, and got in the car. He introduced himself humorously, saying his
surname was Guo and his name was Jiaming. He patiently described the buildings and scenery along the highway.
I was getting sleepy listening to him. Because of the time difference and the fact that I hadn't slept much on the plane, my eyes were glazed over, and I felt dizzy and
lightheaded I had fallen asleep... I didn't wake up until the car stopped in front of a villa.

"Are we there...?"

********** ...

I don't think I look like him, but everyone who's seen my father says I do. I don't know why, so I haven't argued. Maybe it's because living with relatives has made me suppress my original personality. Time hasn't slowed down just because I'm busy adapting to my new life and new language. In the blink of an eye, I've been here for two months I'm studying language at a university, arranged by Aunt Fang. We usually see each other at dinner or before bed. Every time she looks at me, I feel an indescribable warmth and a strange pressure, because her eyes are so sorrowful and full of emotion. I often can't help but want to ask her, "What's the reason?" But whenever the words are on the tip of my tongue, I swallow them back because of my reason. Once, she told me that she divorced a few years ago and didn't have children. She didn't have time to raise them at the time, so she didn't have any. Now, all alone, she deeply regrets her decision back then. Therefore, she naturally relies on me as her support and center of attention. For example, when I first arrived, it was just autumn, and the clothes were completely unsuitable for the local climate. She painstakingly bought me a whole bunch of clothes, which she gave me. I was embarrassed and wanted to refuse, but she took it for granted, saying, "Earning money is for spending! If I don't spend it on you, do you expect me to support a gigolo?" I really can't see her keeping a gigolo, because her private life is very discreet; I've never seen her bring any men home. Of course, I don't know about her outside relationships, but Aunt Fang gives me the impression of being very virtuous and self-disciplined.

Over the past two months, I've gradually grown to like and accept her, much like I like my own mother.
As a result , Aunt Fang and I have developed a mother-daughter-like bond. I genuinely care for her and am considerate of her.
Often, when she comes home late and I can't find her, I leave notes in her room or simply sleep in her room. By the time
she gets home, I'm usually fast asleep.

But tonight, as I left the note and was about to go back to my room, I heard the door slam shut.
I rushed downstairs and saw the walk-in closet—bags, coats, shoes—scattered haphazardly everywhere.
As I tidied up the mess, I heard retching sounds coming from the bathroom. She'd been drinking, definitely!

I thought she might be drunk, so I boiled some water to make her a cup of hot tea to sober her up. But she
didn't , so I rushed to the bathroom. There she was, sitting on the floor, her clothes disheveled, tears streaming down her face. I
helped her up:

"Aunt Xin...did you drink too much...?"

She resisted, shaking off my hand and almost screaming, "Don't touch me!! Don't touch me!!"

I was startled and took several steps back, unable to believe she would yell at me like that. I went back to
her, squatted down, and tentatively touched her arm. This time, she was much calmer and no longer resisted. I silently tried to pull
her up, but she couldn't stand.

I had to use all my strength to lift her from under her armpits and let her lean against my chest. I held her tightly,
half-dragging, half-carrying her from the bathroom to the sofa in the living room. After she lay down, she was completely unconscious.

I went upstairs to get a blanket and covered her up. Suddenly, two tears streamed down her closed eyes. I didn't know
if was awake or dreaming, so I reached out and wiped the tears from her face. She suddenly gripped my hand tightly and slowly opened her eyes…

“Huanhuan~”

she choked out, tears falling again. I knelt beside her, my hand on her forehead, gently brushing away the
fine hairs…
“Aunt Xin, are you feeling better? What happened? Seeing you cry like this makes me feel terrible too!”

She sat up and threw back the blanket… “Get me a glass of water… I’m so thirsty…”

I immediately ran to the kitchen and brought her the hot tea I had just brewed. Watching her sip the lukewarm tea
seemed to calm her down a bit…

“Huanhuan… I’m sorry…”

I looked at her with pity… “It’s okay… I was just drunk, it’s not good for my health!”

She continued drinking her tea, her eyes unfocused, filled with helplessness and sorrow…

"I ran into a pervert today! He almost ate me!"

I stared at her in surprise, waiting for her to continue...

"Huanhuan... I didn't actually drink that much, my head is perfectly clear... it's just that jerk, while I was in the restroom,
... drugged my drink!"

This time, I wasn't just surprised, I almost fainted!

"How could this happen! How could you be with someone like that?"

She shook her head helplessly... "He's my client, he invited me to dinner tonight, saying he wanted to discuss the year-end profit."

She picked up the cigarettes on the table, took out two, and handed one to me. We lit them at the same time, took a deep drag, and steadied ourselves.

"After dinner, it wasn't late, and he suggested we go to a bar to continue our conversation. I agreed without warning,
only to find out he was a well-dressed beast!!"

I could roughly imagine the situation... "How did you escape?"

She took another deep drag of her cigarette and slowly exhaled...

"I was dizzy and sensed something was wrong. I was already in his car, and I thought he wouldn't
go too far, but he actually reached out and touched me, moving his hand inwards from my thigh. I resisted, pushing his hand away,
but... I couldn't muster any strength!"

I stubbed out my cigarette and stood up angrily...

"Damn it! How could there be such a shameless bastard! I'll get someone to castrate him!"

She continued, "In a moment of desperation, I unbuckled my seatbelt, opened the car door, and fell out
. Many pedestrians came to help me. I begged the bystanders to call the police.
I was still dazed. The police arrived quickly, asked about the situation, and then brought me back."

I stared wide-eyed. "That was dangerous! What if you'd been hit by a car from behind?"

She shook her head with a pained expression. "Being hit by a car is better than being violated by that beast!"

I unconsciously walked towards her, placed my hand on her shoulder, and gently patted it.

"So... what are you going to do about this beast's accounts?"

She paused, considering for a few seconds, when I asked.

"He has a lot of shady dealings in his office. I'm going to hand them over to the tax bureau and make him pay!"

I had a bad feeling...

"Forget it... Aunt Xin, we can't afford to mess with people like that. Aren't you worried they might resort to
vicious tactics if you retaliate like this?"

She looked at me with a bitter smile. "Huanhuan... I've lived this long and never suffered like this before. If I don't retaliate,
I won't be satisfied, but... I'm worried about you..."

I remained silent. She continued,

"Maybe consider it a lesson and experience. I think... I'll listen to you, let it go!"

I smiled and seized the opportunity to ask,

"Aunt Xin... you... you..."

She was confused by my hesitation. "What? You... I... I..."

I mustered my courage and said,

"Why do you always look at me with a... um... how should I put it, a little strange?"

She looked at me in surprise, picked up a cigarette, lit it again, and after a few minutes, she finally spoke:

"Your mother never mentioned why she arranged for you to come here?"

I shook my head vigorously and lit another cigarette, imitating her, taking a deep, greedy drag, waiting for her answer.

"It was many years ago. Back then, your mother and I were younger than you are now!"

I nodded doubtfully and pulled her upstairs. She paused...

"I'm not working tomorrow, what about you?"

I shook my head and smiled, "Tomorrow's Saturday, Aunt Xin~~"

She opened her eyes wide in sudden realization... "Oh...right...Saturday..."

********** ... "Go on, what did you say about you and Mom?" She cleared her throat. "Well... we were classmates, very close, until our senior year of high school, when your father appeared, and our sibling-like friendship started to crack..." I was puzzled. "Why? You both fell for my father?" She shook her head. "Your father originally wanted to pursue me, but because of the pressure of the college entrance exam, I couldn't accept it, and I couldn't bear to reject him, so... we remained just friends. Your mother, due to family circumstances , couldn't continue her university studies, so she became the messenger between me and your father. At the time, your father was an assistant engineer at a construction company. Every day after school, I had to stay at school for extracurricular tutoring, which was basically a form of after-school tutoring, and your mother would help me..." "The letters were delivered to your father by bus from his company." I asked curiously, "Why not put stamps on them and have the postman deliver them?" She said helplessly, "The times were different. Our parents were very strict back then. How could we possibly send love letters home? So... we had to ask your mother. That's how we corresponded for about four months. After graduating from school and preparing for university entrance exams, I didn't have the energy to continue exchanging letters with your father. So your mother wrote them for me. It wasn't until after my exams, when the results were released, and when I invited them both out to celebrate, that I realized things had escalated to a point I couldn't handle!" I nodded, encouraging her to continue... "Your mother almost knelt down and begged me, but your father stopped her because she was pregnant." I stared wide-eyed in disbelief, and she nodded. "Yes...that's right...it was you...so I struggled with love and friendship for a long time, and finally...I decided to leave them, even though...I still love your father so much." I never knew about my parents' past. In my memory, they were a loving couple, only separated . "And...what happened to you afterward?" "I didn't go to university in Taiwan after that. I scraped together enough money for travel and went directly to Germany to stay with my uncle. I worked and studied there until after you were born. Then I received a letter from your father. The letter was mostly apologies and good news, and he mentioned his and your mother's life. He said they weren't settled and hoped I would put aside past unpleasantness and contact them, otherwise they would feel guilty. I stubbornly refused to contact them because I hadn't recovered yet. After all, he was my first love. Who knew that this anger would lead to such a disaster! When I received your mother's letter in Vienna, I was so regretful I almost jumped into the Danube to commit suicide!!" I gradually understood... "Aunt Xin, did you go back to Taiwan for my father's funeral?" She replied, "Of course I did! I dropped everything and flew back to Taiwan immediately. Seeing your parents again felt like a lifetime had passed. One was crying her heart out, and the other was lying in a coffin. You were only seven years old then, right? Don't you remember me?" I thought and thought, but I couldn't remember, so I shook my head... "Later, because of your father's sudden passing, your mother and I resumed our friendship. Thinking about it... women are such strange creatures. Their bond is closer than that of siblings, yet they can go years without contacting each other for a man!" I said with a grin. "So... is it because I look like my father that you have such strange eyes?" Unexpectedly, she blushed. "You really do look exactly like him!! He's lying in the ground, who else would he look at if not you ...?" I playfully asked again, "Did you marry before or after my father passed away?" She didn't react immediately, thinking for a few seconds... "I got married very late, when I was 30, and divorced after only three years. I didn't even have time to have a child. I really envy your mother, she's still so young, while you're already an adult," I protested. "You're younger! Really, you haven't had children, and you're so petite, you look more like my older sister. I'm not trying to flatter you... I'm telling you the truth!!" Aunt Xin squinted and smiled broadly. "You're so sweet-talking, you can even coax the birds down from the trees!!" (Chapter Two) After last night's long talk, there seemed to be no barrier between Aunt Xin and me. After learning about their past love triangle admired Aunt Xin's courage and magnanimity even more. After all, I'm not her biological daughter; I'm just the child of her former first love and her best friend. What she's done for me is truly beyond words ! I even doubted whether I had a heart, because at this moment, I completely sympathized with Aunt Xin's position and situation! Life continued as usual, the sun still rose, the moon still waxed and waned, and Christmas quickly passed , with the New Year approaching. I passed my language course exam, and starting next year, I can officially begin my elective courses. During this time, Guo Jiaming, the man who picked me up at the airport, served as my last- minute . So, Aunt Xin invited him and all the employees of her accounting firm to spend New Year's Eve at her home. I had asked about Guo Jiaming, and Aunt Xin said, "That young man, because he was ambitious, I let him work part-time at the firm and study, and he also learned something from me. After graduating , he went on to get a doctorate, so now he's my right-hand man! He handles most of the firm's affairs." I was secretly pleased, because even with his busy schedule, he volunteered to tutor me; it seemed... he had ulterior motives ! I thought. I've met Guo Jiaming a few times since picking him up from the airport, but it was always because Aunt Xin invited him to her home to discuss tax matters. I rarely had the chance to talk to him. Initially, I didn't feel . However, every time I saw his expression as he discussed business with Aunt Xin, I couldn't help but glance at him a few more times. He was steady, reliable, humorous yet elegant. So when he volunteered to tutor me, I was genuinely pleased.

I'd been trying for days, but... I really hated his rigid, serious manner when he was tutoring. In other words... there was no progress
when The romantic love I'd been hoping for hadn't arrived.

On the afternoon of New Year's Eve, Aunt Xin hired a Chinese chef and a Western chef to prepare the entire New Year's Eve buffet.
I was busy decorating the living room and dining room, and getting ready. Aunt Xin saw me running around like a headless chicken and
happily hugged me...

"Huanhuan... this is our first New Year!"

I grinned foolishly. "Don't worry, when you're old, I'll still pester you for red envelopes!"

The atmosphere was cheerful, and everyone was in high spirits. Aunt Xin and I were both very busy. As dinner time approached,
the guests started arriving one after another. I took the opportunity to go back to my room and put on the evening dress I had prepared. I combed my long hair
into a bun at the back of my head, carefully checked myself in the mirror, and then went downstairs satisfied.

Downstairs... almost all the guests had arrived, and the chef had already laid out a variety of dishes on the dining table.
Aunt Xin then announced that dinner would be a buffet, and asked the guests not to be shy and to enjoy themselves.

As soon as I went downstairs, my eyes involuntarily kept looking for Guo Jiaming. He was chatting and laughing with a young lady!
I felt a surge of displeasure, but pretending not to see him, I didn't even greet him and started chugging champagne.

Aunt Xin, mingling in the crowd, didn't notice that I was already flushed. Holding my drink, I simply hid
in the kitchen and drank to my heart's content! It wasn't until Aunt Xin came to the kitchen looking for something and saw me drinking alone that she asked in surprise,

"What's wrong, Huanhuan?"

I was already half-drunk; drinking on an empty stomach makes you drunk faster. I said with a grin:

"No! It's New Year's Eve, let's drink to our hearts' content!"

Aunt Xin snatched the wine glass from my hand. "Crazy girl, I haven't seen you eat anything, why are you drinking so much! Come on! Let 's go eat something."

She pulled me towards the door, but I gently pushed her hand away. "I want to drink, okay? Give me back my glass!"

Aunt Xin helplessly handed the glass back to me. "What's wrong with you? You were fine this afternoon!"

I waved my hand. "Go ahead and do your work! Don't mind me... I'll go back to my room by myself when I'm drunk."

She shook her head. "There are a lot of guests today, please have mercy, instead of helping to serve them, you're hiding here drinking."

I looked at her apologetically. "I'm sorry..."

She patted my shoulder with pity. "Never mind! You figure it out yourself, I'm going out now."

After she left, I took a bottle of Italian red wine from the wine cabinet in the kitchen, just about to open it and drink it alone,
when someone barged in
...
"Why are you hiding! I couldn't find you anywhere!"

I looked up and saw Guo Jiaming standing in the kitchen doorway. "Hehe~~ I'm happy, it's New Year's Eve!"

He walked closer, took the red wine and corkscrew from my hand, opened the bottle, poured two glasses, and handed one to me.

"Are you feeling down? Homesick...?"

I took the wine and gulped down a big mouthful. "Homesick...? Haha... I forgot you mentioned it!"

"Don't drink so fast... you'll get drunk!"

I picked up the bottle and refilled the glass. "Come on! Cheers. Happy New Year!!"

He raised his glass. "Happy New Year!"

We looked at each other, and I downed my drink in one gulp. He quickly snatched my glass away.

"What's wrong with you! You keep chugging, you can't get drunk like that."

I smiled at him, but actually, at that moment, I was already dizzy.

"I...I've had enough to drink...I'm going upstairs to sleep..."

As soon as I stood up, I lost my balance and almost fell. He immediately helped me up.

"I'll help you upstairs, you can barely walk!"

I shook him off and walked step by step toward the door. He grabbed me again. I lost my balance and fell into his
arms.
He held me tightly, and I tried to break free. "Let go of me! Let go of me! I can walk

by myself!" He picked me up and started to walk out. "Shh...don't make a sound...do you want all the guests to hear?"

I was already in a daze; the alcohol was quickly taking effect, and I was feeling sleepy, so I didn't
make a sound and let him carry me upstairs. When we got to my room, he had me lie down and covered me with a blanket. Just as he was about
to leave, I started to vomit, dry heaving...nothing came out. I was dizzy and saw him still standing there.

"You...go! Why aren't you leaving?"

He found a trash can and placed it by my bed, saying in a low voice.

"Want to throw up? It'll feel better if you throw up."

I didn't have the strength to shoo him away. I closed my eyes and quickly passed out from the effects of the alcohol. I didn't
wake up until the middle of the night, desperately thirsty...I tried to get up to find a glass of water and immediately saw the note he had left on the dressing table.

(Huan:
You're acting really out of character today. I don't know what's wrong, drowning your sorrows in alcohol...
Can I pick you up for dinner tomorrow night at 7:00? Please contact me... tel 0699-2468100)

After reading the note, I recalled how I had drunk heavily without asking any questions, and I felt terrible and
regretted my outburst! Tomorrow night... no... tonight... he asked me to dinner. What did he want to say? What did he want to explain
? Or... just the concern of a friend? I'm so annoyed that I couldn't help but fall asleep on our first meeting, and even more
ashamed that I was so drunk I could barely walk. But I vaguely remember him holding me tightly, and
when I accidentally lost my balance, he deliberately held me tighter. Why...? If he felt the same way, why
hasn't he acted yet? Is he bothered by something...? Or... nothing at all, just the concern of an older brother for a little girl
?

(Chapter 3)

On the first morning of the new year, Aunt Xin and I slept until the afternoon. I awkwardly tidied up
the mess left by the guests the night before, from the living room, dining room to the kitchen. Aunt Xin helped me along, and we didn't say a word, just silently
cleaning.

Suddenly the phone rang. I quickly answered it, suspecting it was Guo Jiaming calling, but it turned out to be my mother…
Disappointed, I answered briefly and handed the phone to Aunt Xin. I didn't pay any attention to what they were talking about, only…
I heard Aunt Xin laugh heartily several times. After I finished cleaning up the mess, Aunt Xin finished her call.

She told me that my mother had asked about me and was very concerned about my studies. I shrugged and responded a few times. Unexpectedly, she
asked about what happened last night. I couldn't find any excuse, so I made up a reason to try and dodge the
question . "

Huanhuan... tell the truth... don't stammer, you stutter when you lie, and your face looks off too!"

I looked at her, my face flushed. "Oh! No, don't ask!"

I turned to go upstairs after I finished speaking, but she stopped me. "Is it because of Guo Jiaming?"

I was so startled that I almost fell down the stairs. I was speechless... awkwardly staring at Aunt Xin.

"I saw the note he left in your room... are you going or not?"

I slowly walked back to the living room, picked up a cigarette from the table, lit it, and took a deep drag.

"I don't know... because... I... I don't know what he thinks."

Aunt Xin pondered for a few seconds. "Go! He's a good prospect. As far as I know, he has
a good impression of you! You should try harder, otherwise, with his looks, there are plenty of women waiting in line!"

I took a deep drag of the cigarette, feeling both angry and anxious thinking about the ladies surrounding him last night.

"He's so popular, why should I join the fun! It's not like I don't have suitors, I'm not going! I'm not going!!"

Aunt Xin said with a half-smile... "Silly girl! If he didn't have any special feelings for you, would he volunteer to tutor you?
Think about it again... is he worth dating? If he really
acted , I don't think... you would fall for him... right?"

Wow! A few words and she'd captured all my feelings perfectly. She's truly a seasoned veteran!

"Then... what should I do?"

Aunt Xin finally chuckled and said,

"Nothing much, just let nature take its course... let what's meant to come come, and what's not meant to come... you can't force it."

I asked stupidly, "What will come? What should come? What won't come?"

This time, Aunt Xin burst into laughter, laughing until tears streamed down her face. "You... really have never had a boyfriend?"

I was stunned for a moment, then said confidently,

"Yes, of course I have! I just don't understand your question about what comes and shouldn't come."

She stopped laughing and said seriously:

"Tell me honestly, did your ex-boyfriends... ever touch you?"

I chuckled awkwardly. "Yes, kissing... hugging... of course they did!"

Aunt Xin looked at me suspiciously. "I'm asking you... are you still a virgin?"

I suddenly realized what she meant, my face flushed with embarrassment. "I... um... I still am..."

Aunt Xin looked at me in surprise. "You're such a silly girl! You've got me completely confused! Since that's the
case... " Just follow your feelings, let things happen naturally. I can't
teach you how to handle this kind of thing, because when two people are in a relationship for a certain period, they usually
can't avoid the bed, and their feelings are further expressed and
released through sex. This is a primal human desire, so don't be shy. Every woman goes through
this stage; the difference is whether you follow your feelings or your reason. That's all .

I seemed to have a sudden realization. "Then... how do you find a balance between emotion and reason?"

Aunt Xin lowered her head, considered carefully for a moment, picked up a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep, greedy drag.

"Let me think about it before I answer you. Because I'm often more rational than emotional, I can't answer
your question right now. Maybe you'll find the answer yourself. Everyone has different views on love.
I just hope that when you're talking about feelings, you don't mix reality and interests into it. Otherwise, the relationship won't be
beautiful. How many moments in a person's life are truly immersed in sweet love? Being able to have that one moment or
instant of spiritual connection is enough to comfort you. Because in this realistic society, how many people are truly pursuing love
in their relationships?"

I nodded, agreeing with Aunt Xin's statement.
"Hmm... I understand what you mean, thank you! I'll remember that. But... although I don't know how to let the relationship develop naturally
when , I'll let my feelings guide me to accept and
give."

Aunt Xin smiled, her eyes revealing appreciation, relief, and maternal tenderness.

Jiaming arrived promptly at 7:00, while I was still in the room, unable to find suitable clothes, as anxious as
an ant on a hot pan. At this moment, Aunt Xin came into the room, looked at the clothes on the bed, carefully picked out a top and trousers, and urged me to
put them on quickly so as not to keep him waiting too long. In my panic, I hurriedly put on the clothes without thinking, gave Aunt Xin a
flying kiss , and went downstairs to leave with Jiaming.

Dinner was at a classic and romantic Mexican restaurant. We were led to our seats by the waiter.
While ordering, Jiaming asked worriedly,

"You know all the dishes...?"

I admitted, "I know the names, but the taste... I have no idea."

He smiled, "I'll order for you... If you're not satisfied, we can exchange dishes, okay?"

I nodded reassuringly. "Sure... You decide! I trust you know the local specialties."

He called over the waiter and carefully explained everything. Then, he looked at me with concern and gentle eyes. His gaze made me
flustered, and I almost knocked over the vase on the table.

"What are you nervous about?"

I didn't realize I was nervous; I just didn't know what to do with my hands and feet.

"No, I'm not nervous at all!"

He grabbed my hands, reassuring me. "Last night... what happened to you?"

I pulled my hands away, lowering my head in silence. "Why aren't you saying anything?"

What... what should I say? Did she say she was jealous?

"I...I...I'm actually fine...I just wanted to drink...to get drunk...that's all!"

This topic ended with the salad the waiter brought. We ate our dinner in silence for the rest of the meal.
Aside from his concerned inquiry about the taste, no one else spoke.

After dinner, he suggested a
walk to the riverbank. The Danube in winter was bitterly cold; I shivered
uncontrollably, my nose red and tingling. He took off his scarf and wrapped it around my neck, slowly encircling it.

Then… he boldly embraced me, letting me press close to him and feel his warmth. I didn't resist, letting him hold
me close and burying my face in his collar. Unexpectedly… he lowered his head and lightly kissed my forehead.

I looked up and met his burning gaze. Before I could react, our lips were pressed tightly together.
The world spun around me. I closed my eyes, feeling his passion. His kiss was earnest and passionate, his tongue
exploring my very soul.

I instinctively responded, letting him freely rub my buttocks
. He involuntarily pressed his lower body against me, rubbing my buttocks against me. I felt an unusual desire surging within me, and I hugged him
tighter, unable to help but sigh and pant. He gently asked in my ear,

"Come home with me...?"

I pushed him away... "Isn't it too fast... We've only been together for a short time..."

He kissed me again, not letting me speak, until I was completely limp in his arms...

"I've been waiting for you for more than half a year, is that fast enough? I helped you catch up at the last minute, it was the only way I could manage.
I can't always use work as an excuse to see you... Luckily! You and Aunt Xin don't object, so I feel a little more at ease
... Because, I wasn't sure... what your impression of me was, until your drunken words last night, I realized that...
you actually like me..."

I wondered, trying to recall what drunken words I had said... I asked him:

"What did I say? Do things said when you're drunk... count?"

He hugged me tighter, saying smugly,

"You didn't say anything. After we got back to the room, you kept trying to get rid of me, and even told me to go chat with the ladies in the living room. And...
your tone was so sour, that's when I realized... you were jealous! I was so happy then, because it confirmed
... you care about me."

I couldn't really remember that part, unless it was drunken rambling. But... those unintentional drunken words removed
the barrier between us, and also disarmed us both. So! Last night... there was some truth to my drunkenness.

After arriving at Jiaming's apartment, I knew roughly what was going to happen, so my heart was pounding faster than a space shuttle.
Who knew, Jiaming didn't rush to take me to the room. As soon as we got home, he went to the kitchen, saying he was going to make coffee
to warm up. When he brought out two steaming cups of coffee, I was watching a TV
series .

He sat down beside me, put his arm around me, and we watched a series of exciting programs during the New Year.
While , he asked with concern,

"Did you understand everything? If you don't understand, don't hesitate to ask. Watching TV is the fastest way to learn a language."

I snuggled closer to him. "Hmm... although... I don't understand everything. Some grammar and past tense changes are difficult, but
even if I don't understand one or two words in a sentence, I can still guess them."

He praised me,
"But you! You really learn very quickly! When I first came here, it would take me at least half a year before I was able to take
the certification exam, but you got your admission qualification in just over four months."

I said playfully and flatteringly,
"Yes! It's all thanks to you, so you deserve a lot of credit! Teacher."

Just then, he turned my face and looked at me very seriously. I blushed and my heart raced under his gaze. He brought
his face closer and kissed me. I naturally wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and accepted his third kiss of the day.

He pushed me down onto the sofa, kissing me passionately and fiercely, his hands slowly unbuttoning my shirt. When my
upper body was exposed to him, his lips couldn't resist kissing my breasts. He sucked on my nipples,
his tongue gently licking them. I trembled all over, unable to resist such teasing. I moaned, sighed, and my breathing
became rapid.

He reached down and unzipped my pants, then went straight through my underwear to my genitals. I instinctively recoiled,
fearful, yet hoping he wouldn't stop, because a completely unfamiliar excitement and burgeoning
desire were consuming me.

I was intoxicated by his caresses, my lower body experiencing an unprecedented hunger. He kept playing with my clitoris
while sucking on my breasts. I couldn't resist his teasing from above and below; my lower body was already overflowing with desire. Suddenly, he
stopped, picked me up, and carried me to the room.

As he laid me flat on the bed, he quickly stripped off his clothes. Naked, he climbed onto the bed, onto
my body, and used his knee to spread my legs. He thrust his penis forward,
and me cry out. He sat up quickly in a panic, looking at me with pity, and asked,

"Is this... your first time?"

I nodded shyly, tears streaming down my face, because it hurt so much! Surprised, he asked again,

"Are you really willing? Are you really going to give yourself to me?"

I nodded again. He reached out and spread my legs wider, carefully guiding his penis to the entrance of
my vagina

. "It will definitely hurt the first time. If it really hurts so much you can't stand it, we'll stop... okay?"

I looked at his encouraging eyes, which reassured him as he tried to slide in further. I endured the pain, gripping
his arms tightly, gritting my teeth, closing my eyes, and feeling his penis breaking through my muscles. He slowly
pushed forward, little by little, until his penis was completely submerged in my vagina, and then he began to move.

I opened my wet eyes and saw that he had already breathed a sigh of relief and kissed me, letting his lower body
sway slowly. The initial pain was greatly reduced by his "movement," and his hands were constantly kneading
my breasts, giving me a mixture of pain and excitement.

At that moment, he suddenly increased his speed, braced himself with both hands, and thrust forward forcefully. I couldn't help but cry
out . I really couldn't tell if the pain outweighed the pleasure, or vice versa. I only saw his excited expression...
My emotions surged, and I finally experienced the pleasure of sex, certain that the excitement had
overwhelmed the pain.

I moaned and panted, hooking my legs around his waist to allow for deeper thrusts
. Waves of pleasure coursed through my body, and I felt an unprecedented satisfaction and pleasure in my vagina. I
felt like I was floating on clouds, so unreal, so intoxicating. I looked at him shyly, and he
gave me a reassuring and encouraging smile, while thrusting wildly. After a moment, he suddenly stopped,
pulled out his penis, and ejaculated on my abdomen and chest. Then, panting, he lay down and held me tightly,
whispering,

"You're a woman now, you're mine... I want you to be mine forever!"

As the night deepened, I fell asleep unconsciously, overwhelmed by the tension and excitement of my first taste of forbidden fruit.
I only woke up when he called Aunt Xin, his voice drifting from the living room into the room.

I got up to go to the bathroom to wash, but as soon as my feet touched the ground, a sharp pain shot through my lower body . I endured the pain and slowly walked into
the bathroom to rinse. There was a trace of blood coming from my vagina; I knew it was the hymen from which a girl becomes a woman, a process every woman must go through. A warm feeling washed over me as the scene from earlier flashed through my mind. After washing , I put on Jiaming's bathrobe and went back to the room. I saw him changing the blood-stained sheets. After I helped him change them into clean ones, he said, "Stay here tonight. I've already called Aunt Xin." I smiled and nodded. "What...did she say?" He shrugged awkwardly. "She said to be careful." My face flushed, and my heart inexplicably started racing again. "We... just now... I don't think I'm pregnant, do I?" He hugged me with a smile on his face. "No... no... don't worry! I won't let the child follow us like this." My bathrobe suddenly came undone as he pulled it open. He couldn't help but kiss me again, his hands roaming over my body. I went limp, and he pushed me down onto the bed. He took off his pajama bottoms and pulled my hand to touch his erect penis through his underwear. I was startled and timidly withdrew my hand. He took off his underwear and pulled my hand to stroke it again. This time... I was bolder. I grasped his penis and began to stroke it up and down. At the same time I thought, "This thick, long penis is the one that drives me crazy, the one that makes me feel intoxicated?" I wanted to kiss it, I wanted to taste it. I got up, took off my bathrobe, and then took off his underwear. I lowered my head, opened my mouth, and took his throbbing penis into my mouth. Without any guidance or instruction , I didn't know how to make him feel good. So I tried to figure out how to eat a popsicle: sucking, licking, and holding it with my tongue against the glans, licking it, then taking my mouth and sucking hard. I kept sucking back and forth like this. His hands were already restlessly squeezing my breasts and vagina. I gasped for breath, and his teasing only fueled my appetite as I ate the meat popsicle. Clear fluid oozed Confused, I stopped and looked at him. He was sweating profusely, excitedly pushing me down and pressing his entire body against mine, rubbing his penis against my abdomen. "You...you stopped? I almost...couldn't hold back." He pushed my legs apart. "It's not the first time, so try to relax. I'm going in...tell me if it hurts!" I gripped his arm, preparing for his next entry. He lifted his penis and gently slid forward. It still hurt I gritted my teeth and raised my hips in response. He thrust forward again, and it was inside! Once inside, he thrust in and out rapidly and intensely. I began to feel excited and couldn't help but moan. He panted and asked , "Does it still hurt?" I looked at him innocently and shook my head vigorously. He grinned wickedly, lifted my legs, placed them on his shoulders, and thrust inside. "Ahhh!" It felt so good, such a deep thrust. Seeing how excited I was, he increased his speed, thrusting forcefully with each stroke. I felt so good that I was almost hysterical, constantly calling his name. I only heard him respond with "Mmm...Mmm..." My vagina suddenly contracted, and I felt a surge of heat about to erupt. I cried out nervously, "No... Ahhh! I... I'm going to pee!" He grabbed my swaying legs and said excitedly, "You're about to climax, don't be afraid... relax, let it out!" Before he could finish speaking, a stream of hot fluid gushed out of my vagina. But he didn't stop because of my climax; instead, he thrust even more wildly. After about a dozen thrusts, he spread my legs off his shoulders and told me to turn over and kneel on my stomach. I obeyed his instructions, wondering what he was planning to do. Unexpectedly, he impatiently inserted his penis from behind. In my panic, I felt a different kind of pleasure from being penetrated from the front, and I cried out uncontrollably. He held my waist and thrust hard, pounding rapidly. I could even hear the sounds coming from his nose and throat. After he had been thrusting hard for about five minutes, I heard him say , "Oh~~ Oh~~" He quickly pulled out his penis, letting his semen spray onto my back. His penis throbbed against my buttocks and waist. I collapsed, panting. He also lay behind me, holding me. We were both tired from making love twice in a row, so after wiping ourselves off, I snuggled into his arms and leaned against his broad chest, letting him hold me as we fell asleep. (Chapter 4) After having physical intimacy with Jiaming, during the New Year holiday, we often hid at his house, not going anywhere. We were like newlyweds all day long, cooking together, cleaning together, bathing together, and even making love without restraint. It also allowed me to deeply experience the pleasure and passion of sex. I often teased him, asking how long he had been craving sex and why he would feel so aroused every time his body touched mine. He would pretend to be serious and say, "What craving! I would never be indiscriminate in my desires, nor would I compromise my standards. If you don't give me what I want, I'll just have to eat at the buffet ."

I asked, puzzled, "Buffet? What do you mean?"

He leered and said,

"I take care of my physical needs! Because I'm a normal man, I need to relieve myself appropriately. If
I don't, will I let my sperm accumulate and affect my brainpower? How can I work then? We men
often experience a direct impact on our upper body functioning due to emptiness in our lower body."

After hearing this, I was surprised and realized how different men and women are.
The New Year holiday passed quickly amidst our sweet romance, and I began to focus on my studies.
Jiaming, perhaps because of our relationship, surprisingly achieved remarkable results at work.
Aunt Xin said,

"Is the power of love really that great? I need to find someone to date too!"

I often felt embarrassed by Aunt Xin, who would casually add,

"You're on a pre-honeymoon! What will your honeymoon be like after you get married?"

I've seriously considered this question. My conclusion is that as long as I'm with Jiaming... I think I'll never get tired of it
, and I'll never be bored with sex. Jiaming makes me so immersed in passionate sex.
Whenever I think of our intimate moments, my heart races involuntarily, or I grin foolishly, oblivious to everyone else
. I think... I'm a little abnormal because, apart from classes and sleep, I
think about . I often space out, even ignoring everything else, like food. If this continues
, I worry my studies will be in jeopardy.

In mid-March, Jiaming received a call from Taiwan informing him that his father had been hospitalized with a severe cold, which had led to complications.
The cause was still under investigation, but his life was in danger, so he needed to return to Taiwan. When he told me this, I
couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Go and come back soon... I'll wait for you. Don't be too sad... Maybe your father will recover."

His eyes were also red. "I hope so. Please take care of yourself. I'll come back as soon as I've finished dealing with this."

With a hasty decision, he rushed to the airport, and we hugged each other tightly, tears welling up in my eyes. I watched him go
until his figure completely disappeared before I sadly left.

After Jiaming arrived in Taiwan, he called to tell me that things were serious and he might have to stay for a few more weeks because if
his father passed away, he would have to handle the funeral. I remained silent... I didn't know how to answer. With his repeated
reassurances , I calmed down and accepted this sudden reality, and also tried to soothe his grief and
longing. After we reluctantly hung up, I would hide in my room and let my emotions run wild, or
cry. Whenever I spoke to Jiaming on the phone, Aunt Xin would always try her best to distract me or
cheer me up.

Besides phone calls, Jiaming and I also kept in touch online. Whenever we had free time, we would write to each other to express
our longing. In the second week after Jiaming returned to Taiwan, he wrote to me, asking me to tell Aunt Xin that
he was handling his father's funeral and also had a lawsuit with the hospital.

I was already mentally prepared for his father to pass away at any time, but the question was, why did this lawsuit suddenly come up? So,
he won't be able to come back anytime soon? Saddened, I relayed the news to Aunt Xin. She sighed and shook her head.

"The firm is too busy without him. There's no other way... we'll have to hire another accountant, otherwise, by the time he
returns, the accounts will be piling up."

I was speechless. Because it happened so suddenly, Aunt Xin and I had no idea when Jiaming would return.
Days passed quietly amidst our busy lives and longing, through correspondence. Jiaming had been gone for two whole months. At
the beginning, we exchanged letters daily, both using the internet to express our heartfelt
feelings. Now, sometimes it takes two or three days to receive his letter. In his letters, he often asks me to understand, saying he's overwhelmed with
the lawsuit , and his mother is devastated by his father's sudden death and needs my
care and comfort. What can I say?

I can't tell him in every letter to come back soon! How much I miss him, how helpless I feel! With a heavy heart
, I told him to prioritize his mother and not to worry too much about me, as I was busy with my studies. What else could I do?

I gradually shook off the sadness of our separation and shifted my focus to my studies. Only in this way
could being unable to cheer up because of missing Jiaming so much. Aunt Xin had indeed been incredibly busy since Jiaming returned to Taiwan.
She couldn't even come home for dinner, leaving the house empty and making me feel genuinely lonely and isolated.
I couldn't help but call Aunt Xin's office, but no one answered after a long time. I tried calling her cell phone, but
no one answered either. I thought maybe she was already on her way, driving, and that's why she couldn't answer.

Just then, the phone rang at home. In the quiet atmosphere, the ringing sounded like music, especially
pleasant ! I answered immediately... "Hello, Fang Mansion."

"Hello! This is the Municipal Hospital. Is Ms. Fang Jiaxin staying here?"

"Yes, she stays here."

"Does Ms. Fang have any relatives with her? Please have them answer the phone."

I thought for a moment... "What happened? She has no relatives here. I'm her niece."

The other person was silent for a moment. "Please come to the hospital immediately. Ms. Fang was in a car accident. Several surgeries require a family member's signature."

It was like a bolt from the blue! Another car accident! I rushed to the hospital while crying. After arriving, the medical staff helped me with
the procedures and signed the papers. I didn't even have time to see Aunt Xin before she was wheeled into the operating room.

I found the doctor in the emergency room and asked what happened. The doctor said that when Aunt Xin was brought to the hospital, her head
and face in blood, and she had multiple fractures. It was initially estimated that there was internal bleeding. I didn't have time to react. I just felt
a constant ringing in my head. I thought of Jiaming. If only he were here at this moment, I wouldn't feel
so scared.

The police officers found me and wanted to take a brief statement. I answered truthfully and asked about the location of the accident and the other party
's injuries. The police said,

"It happened on the xxx section of the road leading to the suburbs. There was no collision with other vehicles. The police believe it may have been premeditated murder
because the vehicle's braking system was completely damaged due to human error."

I was so shocked I almost couldn't stand. My legs went weak and I collapsed onto the bench. Premeditated murder?! I just couldn't believe
that kind Aunt Xin would suffer such a fate!
I rested for a bit, then picked up my phone. Without thinking twice, I called Jiaming's address in Taipei.
I checked my watch; it was early morning in Taiwan. He should be home by now! The phone rang about ten times, and I heard Jiaming's
familiar voice...

"Jiaming... Jiaming!"

I couldn't help but burst into tears. I heard him anxiously asking on the other end,

"What happened? Don't cry... don't panic... let's talk it out."

I controlled my emotions and choked out the events of the evening. After listening, he was silent
for a few seconds .
"Huan... don't panic. Wait until Aunt Xin's surgery is over and see how things are. Then call me. I'll prepare to
go to court. Maybe the case will have a result in the next couple of days. I'll tell my sister and brother-in-law. I'll arrange my
return flight first. Don't cry... I'll get back as soon as possible. I wanted to surprise you... but it seems that serious matters are more important."

After hanging up, my emotions calmed down a bit. Knowing that Jiaming would be back in the next couple of days, I felt relieved and
patiently waited for the surgery results.

I don't know when I fell asleep. When I woke up, it was already dawn, but the operating room light was still on. I
rubbed my eyes and went to the bathroom to wash up, washing away my fatigue and fear. When I came out,
there was still no movement from the operating room. I sat there waiting and praying that Aunt Xin would be alright. More than two hours
passed.

Finally, I saw Aunt Xin being wheeled out. I quickly stopped the doctor and asked about the surgery results. The doctor pulled down his mask and
said,

"We did our best, but the internal bleeding was too severe. With the brain suffering from reversed blood loss and oxygen deprivation,
this outcome was unexpected."

I was puzzled. "What do you mean? Is she still alive?"

The doctor nodded. "That's exactly what I mean. It was truly unexpected that we were able to save her life."

I happily asked again, "How long will she need to recover before she can be discharged?"

The doctor said helplessly, "How long... it's hard to say, because she still needs to stay in the intensive care unit for observation for a period of time.
After the internal bleeding improves, she will be transferred to a regular ward. However, we can only make a proper
assessment after she wakes up."

Alive, as long as she's alive! As long as she's alive, I'm not afraid of anything. I sincerely thanked the doctors for their efforts.
After a whole night of turmoil, I returned home exhausted and immediately contacted my mother, explaining the whole situation in detail.
She was eager to come, but I told her not to rush, that taking care of the family was more important, and that
I would contact her again if there were any updates.

After hanging up, I called Jiaming and reported the surgery results again. Jiaming said he would arrive early the day after tomorrow,
and we would meet at the airport. I was so relieved I almost cheered!

After hanging up, because of the extreme "joy and sorrow" that had occurred within 24 hours, I couldn't sleep.
I called some familiar classmates to explain that I couldn't attend classes for the next two days and asked if they could pick up materials or borrow my notes
. After taking a shower, I went to bed to relax and also took the opportunity to think things through. The police report (premeditated murder)
flashed through my mind, and the people from New Year's Eve suddenly came to mind.

It's unlikely there was any dispute serious enough to warrant a deliberate attempt at (premeditated murder). I kept recalling,
thinking about Aunt Xin's social circle and network. Besides her colleagues, what about her boyfriend? As far as I know,
Aunt Xin doesn't have a boyfriend, but... she did mention having a regular sexual partner to satisfy her physical needs.
However, I've never met him. I've only heard Aunt Xin say:

"We each get what we need. He satisfies me, and I provide rent and pocket money. There's no affection involved! He also has a
bunch of girlfriends."

It can't be him. Aunt Xin isn't stingy; she's always been generous. Ah~~~! No way, it could be that scoundrel from that night,
that beast? The more I think about it, the more likely it seems. Once Jiaming arrives, I must tell him everything that happened that night and
let him decide how to handle it. Yes! That's it! I can't let Aunt Xin suffer unnecessary psychological and physical
trauma and harm.

At the airport, I waited for Jiaming to arrive. His plane had already landed, but he was nowhere to be seen. I anxiously
circled around, wondering if I hadn't noticed and he had already come out.

I stood on tiptoe, craning my neck, desperately searching… “Ah!”

I turned around and saw Jiaming. He hugged me from behind, startling me! We smiled and kissed each other's
cheeks, and then… we couldn't help but embrace, tightly, passionately, and warmly. A moment later… we pushed our luggage
together , got into the car, and headed straight to the hospital.

On the way, I recounted the whole story of what happened to Aunt Xin that night. Jiaming listened intently,
his brow furrowed, his face full of worry…

"Was this... filed with the police station at the time?"

I thought for a moment. "It should have! Because Aunt Xin was brought back by the police."

Jiaming thought for a moment... "Hmm... Tomorrow, I'll go through all the client's information again at the office, because I'm
still not sure which one it is."

I suddenly remembered the shady accounts... "Aunt Xin said she wanted to sue him! Because he had shady accounts in her possession, but later...
considering our safety, she had to give up."

Jiaming said in surprise... "It was him? He started transferring his accounts to other
accounting , and many accountants..." I found it strange that they didn't hire another accountant until the end of the year.
Because for business people, if the year-end closing and profit/loss figures aren't done well, the tax bureau will suspect something... and it's easy to get
investigated."

I asked curiously, "What kind of businessman is he?"

Jiaming said, "A very ordinary import/export trading company."

I asked again, "Have you seen him...?"

Jiaming nodded... "Yes... he's been to the office several times. He looks ordinary, but his eyes...
are intimidating." ...

After the car arrived at the hospital, we went to the intensive care unit to visit Aunt Xin and inquired about her current condition from the nurse. The nurse said...
She was in the same state as yesterday, still unconscious and needed further observation. Jiaming went directly to the attending physician to inquire about
her condition. I stayed in the ward with Aunt Xin, holding her hand and tears streaming down my face. I wondered if she could
feel anything? Why wasn't she awake? If she woke up, perhaps she could get through the critical period and help the police
catch the culprit. Because, I didn't know if the person I suspected was even credible. Without a solid reason, would the police accept
someone we suspected?

After visiting Aunt Xin, Jiaming offered to stay at her house until she was discharged.
Firstly, to keep me company, as he was worried about my safety living alone. Secondly, he said,

"I can't be running between two places all the time, and I also have personal and work matters to handle. So, staying here is the best decision so I can see you easily
after ."

Of course, I agreed! He didn't bring it up, and I was prepared to ask him to do it anyway, because I was genuinely scared.
So that night, Jiaming packed his necessities and moved to Aunt Xin's house. I thought he wouldn't be able to resist dragging
me into the room, but instead he said he had an appointment with the new accountant at the office to discuss the recent taxes in detail, since he had been away for
eleven weeks and was returning to work the

next day, and didn't want to fall behind. I was a little disappointed, but... he was doing this for the greater good. There's plenty of time for romance; he's already moved in,
so what's the harm in not having a chance?

Before seeing him off, he whispered in my ear,

"I'll be back early. You should rest if you're tired! I'll find time to 'have a good' chat with you."

Then he gave me a quick kiss and left. His kiss was still so captivating, drawing my soul away
!

I woke up in the middle of the night, checked the clock, and it was already past 2 AM—Jiaming still hadn't returned? I got up and went downstairs, intending to grab a glass of water.
As soon as I reached the bottom, I heard Jiaming's voice. He was on the phone, speaking a string of broken German, which I couldn't understand
at all .

"Jiaming! Aren't you resting? Who are you talking to?"

He turned around, saw me, and paused slightly... "Why are you up? I'll be right up!"

He quickly said a few words and hung up. After drinking some water in the kitchen, I wanted to ask him if he was hungry, since
I 'd been busy non-stop since landing. But... he was already back in his room.

I followed him upstairs and heard the sound of running water coming from my room. He was taking a shower!? I lay down, waiting for him,
my excitement rising. I deliberately dimmed the lamp and took off my pajamas, leaving only my underwear.
After he came out of the bathroom, he quickly got into bed. Seeing I wasn't asleep, he embraced and kissed me. A moment
later, he unhooked my underwear, kneading my breasts while pulling down his only pair of underwear. His
penis was already throbbing. I reached out and grabbed it, stroking it up and down, but he couldn't resist pulling my hands away, pressing his body against mine, and
thrusting in quickly.

We both breathed heavily in pleasure. Once inside, he began thrusting and pounding rapidly, as if releasing
all the longing and repression of the past two months. I watched him excitedly, seeing him working so hard
. I grabbed his arms, but he, like a wild beast, charged forward, recklessly.

I moaned in pleasure, feeling a large amount of fluid flowing from my vagina. He seemed determined
to ! I soon ejaculated a hot orgasm, trembling all over as I hugged him tightly.
He, too, couldn't withstand the impact of my orgasm and ejaculated inside me before he could pull out.
He collapsed, exhausted, his penis still inside me. We embraced, and I panted,

"Today... isn't... a safe period..."

He didn't answer. After a while, I gently pushed him away, only to find he was already snoring. I rushed into
the bathroom, grabbed the showerhead, and tried to wash away the semen.

The next day, I didn't see Jiaming when I got up. I went downstairs, but I couldn't find him either. I immediately called
the office . The operator said Jiaming hadn't arrived yet, but they had contacted the office and said he would come later. Without hesitation, I
called his cell phone. Jiaming answered...

"Huan, I'm at the hospital. It's not convenient for me to talk. You go to class first! See you after work."

It turned out he had rushed to see Aunt Xin early in the morning. I breathed a sigh of relief, but I was also puzzled as to why I had been in such a hurry to look for him.
Maybe it was because after a passionate night, not seeing him this morning made me feel a sense of loss. I laughed at my own
impatience. He had taken care of so many things for me; he couldn't possibly be like before, just staying in bed with me,
putting everything else aside, and only enjoying our lovemaking.

I only had one class in the afternoon. After it ended, I went to the hospital to visit her. When I arrived at the intensive care unit, the nurse told me that
Aunt Xin was being taken for a scan and wouldn't be back for at least an hour. I thought about it for a moment and decided not to wait.
Maybe later or tomorrow. So I went to the office. When I arrived, the secretary said that Jiaming
was discussing something with a client and it was inconvenient to disturb him.

She told me to wait in the meeting room with a cup of coffee. I was getting bored waiting there; a whole hour had
passed. As I got up to leave, I bumped into Aunt Xin's lawyer at the door. I was a little surprised,
but I still exchanged a few pleasantries with him. The lawyer complimented my fluent speech and, with a half-smile, asked,

"When are you getting married? Don't forget to send me the invitation!"

Hearing this, I blushed and couldn't speak, only managing a silly grin. After saying goodbye to the lawyer, I saw Jiaming.
He had been standing at his office door, watching my conversation with the lawyer…

(Huan, come in! How long have you been waiting?)

I entered his office and closed the door behind me…

"Were you just talking to your lawyer?"

He nodded and lit a cigarette. "Yeah... what's up? I asked him about Aunt Xin being forced to jump out of the car last time
, and also about how much strong evidence the police would need to prosecute if they accepted our suspicions."

I asked again, "Why did you tell your lawyer we're getting married?"

He smiled and said, "Don't you want to marry me?"

I looked helpless. "Even if I did... not now! Aunt Xin is still unconscious. I don't know when she'll wake up."
"I have no intention of marrying you, and besides... at least let me finish college first!"

He tidied up his documents, pulled me up, and said, "Let's go..."

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