[If Heaven Has Feelings] (Chapter 73) Author: hyperX - Incest Novels

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Author: hyperx Word Count: 11204 Previous Chapter: Chapter Seventy-Three What woke me from my sleep was the sound of dripping water. Opening my eyes, I saw the sandalwood canopy of the large bed, with a large round mirror in the center and eight long, angular mirrors around it. Each mirror reflected the scene on the bed, including the messy white sheets, my naked body, and my unusually large penis hanging between my legs, presented from multiple angles, exuding a sense of unbridled debauchery. Last night I was too hasty, only immersing myself in Mei Yu's exquisite body, and didn't notice the device above my head that added to the erotic atmosphere. It seems that Mei Yu and Yang Xiaopeng's married life isn't as bland as her aloof exterior suggests. Turning my head, I saw that the bed to my left was empty; there was no one in sight. This bed was over 3 meters long, no less impressive than my own. The entire bed was crafted from sandalwood, with a dark red pillar supporting the canopy at each of the four corners. The sandalwood headboard was hand-carved with a plum blossom blooming in the snow, its petals painted in vermilion enamel and outlined in gold thread, giving it a particularly luxurious and elegant appearance. The white sheets beneath me were wrinkled everywhere, as if someone had once played on them. Several lake-green Shu brocade pillows were carelessly tossed about at the head of the bed, delicately embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water in silver thread. I lifted one of the pillows, and underneath, hidden, was a pair of pure black silk panties. The exquisitely crafted panties had a lace trim around the edge, their style dignified and elegant, just like their mistress. Hanging from the bedpost at the far end was something black. I picked it up and saw it was a black silk pleated bra. The design of the shoulder straps was quite conservative, and the bra's capacity was about a C cup. Although it wasn't very noticeable under normal circumstances, I knew that the full, smooth breasts supported by that thin bra would feel wonderful to the touch. I stretched comfortably, feeling as if my whole body had been ironed. In the corner to my right was an antique-style mahogany dressing table with a bronze gilded mirror on it. My body was reflected in the oval mirror, showing many scratches on my firm, bulging muscles, especially on my broad, rock-like back, where five shocking bloodstains remained on each side. These were clearly left by a woman with her long, sharp fingernails when she was in a state of intense emotion. This showed how astonishing the pleasure and stimulation I had given that woman was. However, I felt a sense of triumphant ease and satisfaction, for I had accomplished a crucial conquest last night, and the woman I had conquered was Mei Yu, whom I had long admired. Getting out of bed, my feet touched something slippery and wet on the floor. Looking down, I saw a dozen or so condoms scattered on the purplish-red wooden floor. These rubber products were visibly used, stretched to arm-sized, loose and wrinkled, bathed in the sunlight streaming through the window, creating an atmosphere of lewdness and eroticism. Three of these condoms had bulging tips, filled with a paste-like white liquid, its color now yellowish, emanating a raw egg smell. Clearly, I had ejaculated three times inside them last night. Most of the time, these condoms couldn't withstand the friction of my massive penis, slipping off before fulfilling their purpose, abandoned outside the battlefield. Recalling last night's absurd yet pleasurable battle, a smile involuntarily crept onto my lips. How many times did we do it last night? I don't remember exactly. Because of my exceptionally long and thick penis, the size of these condoms couldn't fully protect it. Plus, Mei Yu's vagina, as tight as a virgin's, contracted and tumbled more and more under my frenzied and rapid thrusting. The rubber condoms wore out extremely quickly with the high-speed piston-like movements, becoming unusable in less than half an hour. And at Mei Yu's insistent request, sensitive and attentive nature, I had no choice but to withdraw from her again and again, putting on new condoms and starting again. Even so, I still ejaculated my essence into Mei Yu's body—no, into the condoms—three times in the heat of passion. I glanced at my penis with a wry smile. After last night's frenzy, it finally lay obediently on my loose, rounded scrotum. Even at rest, it was swollen and swollen, much larger than a normal erection. It lay between my legs like a giant worm, its dark, fat body covered in white secretions. I didn't know how much of that secretion came from Mei Yu's vagina, but it was all testament to a night of passionate lovemaking. When I first entered Mei Yu's body, I trembled with happiness. Her tight vagina, no less than a virgin's, almost made me ejaculate on the spot. But Mei Yu turned her face away from me. Her body was powerless to resist my hard, thick entry, but her expression and posture remained cold and indifferent, like a chaste nun being violated by a strong beast, showing no willingness or reaction to my advances. But as I penetrated deeper and thrust more forcefully, my exceptionally gifted penis and stamina began to take effect. No matter how delicate and fragile she appeared, Mei Yu's body was undeniably ripe. She was at the peak of a woman's sexual desire, and her alluring body had been vacant for half a year since her husband's accident. Even with her extraordinary intelligence and emotional intelligence, the instincts of her senses could not be suppressed. Under my varied and powerful thrusts, her long-dormant body finally began to respond. Although her face still maintained its aloof appearance, the constantly contracting vaginal canal and the copious amounts of fluid secreted within betrayed her. Under the teasing and manipulation of my thick, strong penis, her extremely sensitive body quickly reached orgasm, and then it became unstoppable. Her orgasms came quickly and intensely, and after each orgasm, she could immediately climb to another before the initial climax subsided. When I first roared and ejaculated into the newly changed condom, Mei Yu's dignified face finally revealed an uncontrollable surge of desire. I seized the opportunity to capture her lips, thrusting my tongue inside and swirling it vigorously. Mei Yu, in a daze, offered no resistance; she passively and obsequiously accepted my French kiss. At that moment, I was certain she had abandoned her wifely reserve. But unexpectedly, when I regained my erection and tried to enter her again, I encountered fierce resistance. The physical pleasure seemed to have cleared her mind; she reverted to her original aloofness and began to reject me as a mother and wife, patiently persuading me to abandon my ambitions and demands. Although her face remained dignified and noble, her swollen petals and the secretions-covered vulva were utterly unconvincing, and her peach-blossom-red skin completely negated any serious lecturing. I was disgusted by her insincere words and actions. This woman was so hypocritical. Perhaps she kept herself too tightly wrapped up, or perhaps she cared too much about the perfect image she cultivated. Mei Yu always retreated just as she was about to reveal her true feelings. In my opinion, concealing one's true desires in front of a naked man and woman was a ridiculous act, and it only fueled my desire to conquer. So, ignoring her incessant chatter and her weak yet tenacious resistance, I laid her delicate, porcelain-like body back down on the bed, raised my enormous, thick penis, and forcefully and irresistibly thrust it into her. My domineering nature shattered her hypocrisy, my strength suppressed her timidity, and my confidence conquered her reserve. Although Mei Yu resisted fiercely, she inevitably succumbed to my massive member once again, each time sinking deeper until she was engulfed in a sea of lust. And so, the entire night passed in a cycle of "rejection—entanglement—rejection again—entanglement again—insertion—giving up resistance—beginning to yield—until climax—rejection." Each time we reached our peak, the resistance became more intense, but after I forcefully penetrated her, Mei Yu's body would respond even more passionately, and then we would repeat the same process as before. That night, I almost used up that box of Okamoto condoms, although most of them were discarded because they were unusable, but Mei Yu insisted that I wear a condom before entering her, as if this thin barrier could give her some comfort, as if my actions would be acceptable if I wore a condom. Although I longed for the close union of flesh and blood with her, I could never resist the lingering clarity in her phoenix eyes, and in the end, I complied with her request. As dawn broke in the east, I roared and ejaculated the last thick stream of semen into the last condom. We were both utterly exhausted, and we clung to each other haphazardly, falling asleep. Looking at the disheveled sheets, the underwear and bras carelessly tossed about on the bedside table, and the mess scattered on the floor…Looking at the condoms, I couldn't help but shake my head inwardly, yet a sense of smug satisfaction filled my heart. Looking around the room, a space of about 100 square meters, stood in the center a large, carved sandalwood bed. From the solid wood floors to the furniture, everything was crafted from the finest mahogany, painted a dignified, dark red lacquer. Directly opposite the bedroom door was an exquisitely carved folding door. Light filtering through the gaps in the balcony illuminated the room, filling the air with a refreshing, cool fragrance that softened the pungent smell of male and female genitalia. At the foot of the ornately carved bed sat a bench with a deep purple silk cushion embroidered with silver thread. Mei Yu and I had tossed our pajamas on it. Beyond that was a large cloisonné enamel screen depicting "Lü Dongbin's Three Encounters with Bai Mudan." The artist had not only masterfully captured the moment of harmony between man and woman, but also employed exquisite carving and delicate brushstrokes to bring the figures to life with lifelike expressions and graceful poses. The screen perfectly captured Lü Dongbin's dashing charm and Bai Mudan's alluring beauty, clearly the work of a master artist. Behind the screen was a spacious walk-in closet. Three large mahogany wardrobes stood neatly in the corner, and several rows of Mei Yu's shoes were arranged at the base of the wardrobes. These shoes, with varying heel heights, were all elegant and dignified in style, perfectly matching Mei Yu's usual image. A thick Persian rug covered the center of the walk-in closet, upon which sat a mahogany bench with brocade cushions. Two full-length mirrors flanked the space. A faint, cool fragrance filled the dimly lit room, but Mei Yu's slender figure was nowhere to be seen. I glanced around, puzzled, and noticed something odd about the large wardrobe on the left side of the adjacent balcony; the sound of water seemed to be coming from inside. When I opened the wardrobe door, it dawned on me: it didn't contain clothes. Behind the wardrobe was a hidden door, a glass door separating a room behind it. Judging from the steam-filled glass, it must have been a bathroom. I hadn't expected Mei Yu's bedroom to have such a hidden space. The sound of water behind the glass door stopped. Just as I was about to peek at Mei Yu bathing, the glass door was pulled open, and a damp, cool fragrance wafted out. Mei Yu, her slender figure wrapped in a white bathrobe, the V-neck revealing her beautiful collarbone and long neck, emerged. Her smooth, damp feet stepped out in pale purple silk slippers, the five-inch heels making her figure appear even more elegant. Her long, smooth, black hair was tied up on her head with a white towel, exuding an air of refined elegance. Although her hair was tightly wrapped in the towel, a few drops of water still slid down her temples. Her fair, translucent skin, after the bath and steam, now glowed with a beautiful, captivating rosy hue. Her features, untouched by makeup, were exquisitely beautiful, yet the expression on her jade-like face remained as aloof and composed as ever—perhaps even colder than usual, in my opinion. Seeing Mei Yu's expression, I immediately sensed something was amiss. Sure enough, she didn't even glance at me before walking straight towards the door. She seemed to possess an aura that compelled me to step aside and let her pass. Her gait, elegant and graceful in her 5-centimeter-high, light purple silk slippers, was as if I didn't exist. A faint, cool fragrance wafted past my nose, involuntarily reminding me of the taste of her tongue. I stared, somewhat mesmerized, at her slender back, her heart-shaped white buttocks faintly visible beneath her bathrobe. Yet, her posture carried no hint of eroticism; it only inspired a grateful appreciation for her natural beauty. I followed her slowly until she stopped in front of her dressing table. Gazing at her narrow, fragrant shoulders beneath her bathrobe, a drop of water sliding down her snow-white neck, a renewed surge of tenderness welled up within me. I was about to reach out and touch it when Mei Yu turned around. She was so close to me; the scent of her body, mingled with her shower gel, filled my nostrils. Her flawless, snow-white skin held a certain allure, yet something about her prevented me from making any rash moves. "It's getting late, you should go back to your room," Mei Yu said coldly, her jade-like face expressionless. She raised her head to look at me, her beautiful phoenix eyes gazing at me indifferently, as if the passion of last night had been washed away completely by the water during her bath, leaving no trace. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't utter a word in front of her cold phoenix eyes. Those two bright eyes seemed to see right through my skin, seeing through my innermost thoughts. For some reason, I felt like I had returned to my former self in her presence, back to that timid and hesitant boy. I opened my mouth, but in the end, no words came out. I shook my head at myself in frustration, walked to the foot of the bed, picked up my clothes, and started to put them on. Mei Yu stood there quietly watching me, my naked, strong body and large penis fully exposed, but she didn't seem to care at all, until I covered them with my clothes and then left this bedroom that I would never forget. It was bright outside; it was already midday. Standing in the corridor, I glanced nervously downstairs and into Yang Naijin's room. Thankfully, I didn't see anyone moving around. The young girl's alcohol tolerance was terrible; she probably hadn't fully woken up yet. I was worried about Aunt Wu. She must have been up and cleaning by now. I wondered if she had been in my room. But according to the rules of the Mei residence, she wouldn't disturb the master before he got up. I tiptoed down the stairs, intending to return to my room before anyone noticed. Just as I reached the bottom of the second-floor stairs and headed towards the guest room, I suddenly heard a door close at the other end of the corridor. I turned around and saw Aunt Wu coming out of the study with a mop. "Good morning, Mr. Gao, you're up," Aunt Wu greeted politely. She probably hadn't seen me come down the stairs, otherwise, I wouldn't be able to explain why I was wearing pajamas down from the third floor where Yang Mei and Yang Naijin lived. My face was still tired from just waking up. I pretended to have just come out of the guest room and said with a yawn, "Good morning, Aunt Wu." "I feel a little hungry. Can I have breakfast now?" I asked preemptively, afraid she would ask too many questions. "Hehe, breakfast was ready a long time ago. I didn't expect you to get up so late, sir. Let me heat it up for you again." Aunt Wu smiled slightly. She was probably mocking us for sleeping in, but as long as she didn't suspect anything, that was fine. "Thank you for your help." I thanked her politely and took the mop and bucket from her. We walked downstairs together. I sat at the dining table and waited for Aunt Wu to bring me the heated porridge. I ate it with the freshly steamed pan-fried buns. Not long after, Yang Naijin came downstairs. Her long hair, still a little sleepy, was tied in a ponytail. A white loungewear set hugged her slender figure, and her large, clear eyes still held a hint of sleepiness. "Gao Yan, good morning." Yang Naijin's face was still slightly shy, perhaps because she was remembering her drunken state last night. "Good morning, did you sleep well last night?" I asked with a smile. Actually, I was concerned about whether she had gotten up during the night, worried that she might have discovered what had happened between Mei Yu and me. But the girl obviously didn't think that far ahead. She thought I was concerned about her, and a sweet smile appeared on her face as she said, "I slept until dawn, but I'm still a little dizzy." I was relieved and quickly pulled out a chair for her. Yang Naijin thanked me politely. She asked Aunt Wu to bring milk, whole wheat toast, and a fried egg, and then she started eating. She chatted with me while eating. We were both clearly in a good mood today, although neither of us knew what made the other happy, but we acted like a young couple whose relationship was growing stronger. "Good morning, Madam." Aunt Wu's respectful voice rang out. I couldn't help but look up. Mei Yu had already entered the dining room. Mei Yu wore a white, round-neck cotton blouse and grey linen wide-leg pants. Her bare, smooth feet were clad in pale purple silk slippers with 5-centimeter heels. Although her clothes were extremely conservatively tailored, I could imagine the alluring curves beneath just by looking at her. "Good morning, Aunt Mei," I greeted her with my brightest smile, my eyes lingering on her. Mei Yu seemed slightly displeased by my gaze, but she didn't show it. She didn't respond to my greeting either, just nodded slightly and sat down at the head of the table. "Mom, you got up so late today. Did you sleep in too?" Yang Naijin's innocent look amused me to myself. However, her question made Mei Yu extremely embarrassed. Could she tell her obedient daughter that she had spent the entire night in sexual intercourse with a man? What was worse, this man was her daughter's boyfriend, and he was now looking at her with such a savage and lustful gaze. "Mom probably drank a little too much yesterday. That red wine was quite old, after all," Mei Yu cleverly covered up the truth with her words. "Yes, it's better to drink less. The three of us drank too much yesterday, and as a result, we all slept in late," Yang Naijin agreed without suspicion. However, when she mentioned that the three of us were drunk, Mei Yu and I looked up at each other simultaneously.Looking at her, my eyes were filled with gratitude and admiration, but Mei Yu's phoenix eyes held an extremely complex expression. Aunt Wu brought Mei Yu her breakfast. Except for replacing the milk with soy milk, Mei Yu's diet was similar to her daughter's. She sipped the soy milk slowly, and a few drops accidentally splashed onto her lips. The slightly yellowish white of the soy milk stood out against her translucent white skin, looking almost like some kind of liquid from a man's body. I couldn't help but imagine my penis being taken into Mei Yu's thin lips, and the image of my semen being sprinkled all over that dignified and beautiful face. What an alluring scene that would be! "Hey, Gao Yan, why are you staring at Mom?" Yang Naijin's curious voice startled me from my reverie. I realized that I had been so engrossed in my thoughts that I had unconsciously stared at Mei Yu, and even the naive Yang Naijin had noticed. "Jin'er, don't you think Aunt Mei looks especially beautiful today?" I said sincerely, my expression as natural as a junior praising an elder. Sure enough, Yang Naijin didn't suspect a thing. She looked perfectly natural and said proudly, "Of course! Mom was a famous beauty in the city when she was young, okay? Otherwise, how could she have given birth to such a beautiful daughter like me?" "Mom, see? Am I right?" she said sweetly, turning to Mei Yu with a look of self-satisfaction. Mei Yu smiled at her daughter's charming innocence. She lovingly stroked Yang Naijin's hair and whispered, "Yes, our Jin'er has surpassed her mother; she's definitely more beautiful than Mom." Mei Yu's words were double-edged, subtly implying something to me, yet without leaving a trace. Looking at the two beauties before me, each with their own unique charm, I experienced for the first time the anxieties of having too many choices. Yang Naijin didn't think much of it. She took the opportunity to snuggle into her mother's arms and began to chat intimately with her mother, completely unconcerned that I was still there. "Hey, Mom, you look a little different today." Yang Naijin's casual remark startled both of us. Mei Yu quickly glanced at me, but asked nonchalantly, "Really? How is Mom different?" "Well, Mom's complexion is much better than before, and you look even more beautiful." Yang Naijin's unintentional remark revealed the truth. Indeed, as a man, I noticed Mei Yu's change as soon as I walked in. Her jade-like face, after bathing, was without a trace of makeup, still as beautiful and refined as ever. But her skin, which had been as pale as a sick person's, now had more color, with a warm, jade-like radiance. Combined with her silky black hair, Mei Yu seemed several years younger, radiating a rare vitality. "Really? Maybe it's the red wine and sleep that's doing it," Mei Yu replied to her daughter, glancing at me with a hint of annoyance and resentment in her eyes. But my heart was filled with sweetness. I thought to myself, "This is all thanks to me. It's clearly because of our passionate lovemaking last night that Mei Yu's long-dormant body has received the comfort of a man. My exceptionally powerful penis and stamina brought Mei Yu one orgasm after another, releasing all the negative emotions that had been building up inside her, giving her immense relaxation both physically and mentally. That's why her complexion is so radiant today, like that of a young woman. It proves that a strong and powerful man is a woman's best beauty product, and has little to do with red wine or sleep." "Really? Why didn't it work for me, even though I drank and slept enough?" Yang Naijin replied, seemingly unconvinced. Her answer almost made me spit out my food. I thought to myself, "Miss, if you wanted this effect, it would be easy, but I'm just too busy; my whole heart is with your mother." Mei Yu felt very embarrassed and quickly changed the subject. To avoid Yang Naijin asking any more awkward questions, Mei Yu proactively steered the conversation in another direction and also sped up her meal. Neither of them ate much; breakfast was over when I finished my last bowl of congee. We moved to the living room and sat down. Aunt Wu brought out some hot coffee, and we each added milk and sugar cubes, but Mei Yu didn't need any, as if the strong black coffee was perfect for her. After Aunt Wu served the coffee, Mei Yu returned and asked, "Madam, I'll go upstairs to tidy up the room first." Mei Yu nodded casually. Aunt Wu had only taken a few steps when, as if suddenly remembering something, she reflexively sat up from the daybed and hurriedly called out to Aunt Wu, "Hey, wait a minute, Aunt Wu." Aunt Wu stopped at the top of the stairs, turning back to look at her, bewildered. Mei Yu was always composed and serene; her hurried demeanor was quite unusual. No wonder Aunt Wu and Yang Naijin looked puzzled. Mei Yu hesitated for a long time before finally saying, "You tidy up Jin'er's room first. I can tidy up my own." Aunt Wu, of course, wouldn't refuse such a good thing. She nodded as usual and went upstairs. However, no one knew whether, beneath her ordinary features, she was curious about Mei Yu's behavior, as Mei Yu's actions today were quite different from usual. "The weather's nice today, I need to stretch my legs a bit," Mei Yu said, sitting back down, adding an explanation as if she felt a little guilty. Yang Naijin didn't take it seriously, but I knew perfectly well that Mei Yu had a good reason for not letting Aunt Wu into her room. Her bedroom was littered with signs of sexual intercourse, including the sheets on the large bed stained with bodily fluids, the air thick with the smell of semen, and the dozen or so used condoms lying quietly on the floor. For a respectable woman whose husband was still in prison, a woman from a prestigious family, and the mother of a woman in her twenties, to have such obviously used or filled rubber products in her bedroom was a complete distortion of Mei Yu's image in everyone's eyes. If Aunt Wu saw these things, Mei Yu would be utterly humiliated. Thinking of this, a wicked smile crept onto my lips. Unexpectedly, when I looked up, I saw Mei Yu glaring at me with her phoenix eyes. Her thin, rosy lips were pressed tightly together, as if to say, "You can still laugh? This is all your fault." But I remained unmoved, still looking at her with that slightly provocative gaze. Mei Yu couldn't stand my gaze, and worried about the "evidence" in her bedroom, she quickly made an excuse and left us both to go upstairs. Downstairs, only Yang Naijin and I were left. I still had a smile on my face, recalling Mei Yu's adorable embarrassment. My smile puzzled Yang Naijin. "Hey, what are you grinning about?" Yang Naijin nudged my shoulder and asked. "Nothing, it's just that the weather is nice today, I'm happy." I smiled back at her, but my words were incoherent. "Nonsense, you're like my mom, possessed." Yang Naijin glared at me, pouting and scolding. In the following days, to my surprise, Mei Yu reverted to her old ways. Although I tried my best to rekindle our past relationship, all I received was rejection. Even though that night I had used my domineering actions to open a wound in her body, and did my best to infuse her with both masculine strength and tenderness, successfully arousing her long-suppressed feminine desires and allure, it all seemed to remain only that night. Mei Yu quickly returned to her aloof shell, wrapped in wisdom and etiquette. Her former impulses, like discarded condoms, vanished without a trace. "A man must be patient," I told myself silently. This wasn't just a one-sided thought; I believed that in this turbulent time, Mei Yu couldn't possibly be so heartless as to sever all ties between us. As it turned out, I was both right and wrong. Although we were in the same room and inevitably bumped into each other, Mei Yu seemed to know exactly what I was thinking. She never stayed alone with me. If Yang Naijin was home, she would definitely find an excuse to keep her daughter with her, leaving me no chance. Perhaps my impulsive and domineering manner left too deep an impression on her, but in reality, I also regretted my actions that night. Although my forcefulness got me her body, it also tore away my last layer of pretense in front of her. Mei Yu didn't know that I wanted more than just her body; I wanted far more than she thought. However, Yang Naijin's condition improved day by day. She had canceled her vacation and started returning to work. That's how young people are; pain comes and goes quickly. In short, she returned to her former energetic self. But Mei Yu continued to grow paler day by day, as if her vibrant complexion that morning was merely a fleeting moment of respite. Dark circles gradually appeared beneath her clear, refined phoenix eyes. She must not have been sleeping well these days. Was it because of me? I wasn't sure. Until one afternoon, following Aunt Wu's message, I returned to the mahogany door of the study. My heart was filled with...A sense of unease and uncertainty washed over me. I wondered what awaited me inside, but the image of Mei Yu's beautiful and dignified face flashed through my mind, sparking a flurry of thoughts. After much deliberation, I took a deep breath and pushed open the door. The midday sun streamed through the window, casting a dim, tranquil glow on the study. A wisp of smoke rose from the bronze beast in the corner, releasing a cool, subtle fragrance. It wasn't musk or floral; it lacked a strong, overpowering aroma, yet its presence was undeniable. This fragrance seemed to have a calming and invigorating effect, instantly lifting my spirits. "Gao Yan, sit down," Mei Yu's clear, cool voice rang out from the side. I then noticed she had emerged from a side door beside the bookshelf, carrying a long, rectangular, crimson embroidered Shu brocade bundle. Mei Yu sat down on the daybed. Seeing that she didn't look up at me, I awkwardly sat down on the rosewood chair opposite her. Mei Yu then unwrapped the bundle she was carrying and took out a completely black object. The object was about three feet six inches long and six inches wide, shaped like an irregular trapezoid. One end was slightly wider than the other, and there were two recessed sections a few inches below each end, the outline somewhat resembling a human figure with its hands clasped to its sides. Judging from its shape and weight, the object was likely made of wood. It had seven thin, gleaming strings, and seven silver chains with tassels hung from the wider end. It was probably a musical instrument. Although I didn't know its name, the instrument, apart from the strings and chains, was entirely black and dull, yet it possessed a profound and ancient feel, as if it had endured countless years. Today, Mei Yu wore a long, traditional Hanfu-style robe. The light blue ramie fabric of the robe completely concealed her slender figure, and a moon-white sash cinched her delicate waist. The matching cross-collar was high, revealing only a section of her long, snow-white neck. The wide skirt completely covered her legs as she sat cross-legged, making it impossible to glimpse her long, fair legs. I watched as Mei Yu fiddled with the instrument briefly before placing it on her lap, the wider end resting on her right knee, while the pointed end gently rested on the daybed. A silver chain dangled beside her right knee. Mei Yu's gaze was lowered to the instrument, her slender hands lightly stroking the long strings, her expression like that of a young girl polishing her youthful body, full of joy and appreciation. A clear and melodious note rang out. The sound wasn't particularly pleasant to the ear, but it was unforgettable. Then, several more notes followed. Mei Yu's slender fingers gently plucked the strings, adjusting the instrument's tone. Her silky, shoulder-length black hair was tied back with a white embroidered ribbon, revealing her smooth, jade-like forehead, which made her face appear even smaller and more delicate. Because her head was slightly lowered, her long, arched eyebrows appeared even more gentle. Her long eyelashes veiled her bright eyes, and her thin, rosy lips were pressed tightly together, with the corners slightly upturned, as if she were completely absorbed in the instrument she was playing. The music stopped, and she gently raised her head, softly saying, "This is a guqin, named Zhonghe. Seven stars surround the moon, five virtues and three colors. Phoenix over the mountain, heaven and man in harmony." Seeing my doubtful expression, as I opened my mouth to ask, Mei Yu gently shook her hand and said, "No need to say more, just listen attentively." Her every movement was extremely graceful, yet seemed to possess an undeniable magic. I could only sit upright in the rosewood chair, watching her begin to play with unwavering eyes. Her shoulders drooped slightly, her two slender arms resting gently on the guqin. Her back was very straight, and she manipulated the strings only by moving her elbows, her shoulders remaining perfectly still. The long blue robe sleeves were rolled up, revealing a section of snow-white wrist adorned with a jade bracelet, and ten slender, snow-white fingers, like daffodils, rose and fell erratically on the seven silk strings. I looked closely and saw that all ten of her slender fingers had nails. The nails on her left hand were slightly shorter, about 4 centimeters long, while those on her right hand were over 6 centimeters long. Each nail was trimmed into a long, thin oval shape. Although she wasn't wearing any nail polish, they had a natural jade-like luster. On her almost transparent white fingers, the pinkish hue of the flesh was faintly visible. Her left hand gently lifted and pressed, making kneeling and striking motions, mostly using her ring and thumb fingers. Her right hand, however, was constantly moving, stroking, picking, hooking, plucking, and plucking, with a variety of movements that were dazzling to the eye. Her slender, jade-like fingers were like ten graceful and enchanting celestial maidens, leaping and dancing on the ancient-style zither, striking various beautiful, moving, and extremely alluring poses. A slow melody flowed from beneath the strings. The music was initially inconspicuous, merely fleeting glimpses, gradually gathering into a trickle, then imperceptibly forming a vast ocean, yet without any visible waves, just a boundless expanse. Then a gentle breeze arrived, and I felt light and swaying, unaware of my surroundings, drifting freely like a kite. Gazing into the distance, I found myself in the azure sky, the previous ocean no longer discernible, only a faint, deep blue remaining. The music stopped, but I remained oblivious, still immersed in reverie. The music, pure and innocent, natural and serene, allowed me to completely forget the killing, the conquest, the desires, and all the worries of the outside world. After a while, I finally looked up and saw Mei Yu's clear, phoenix-like eyes gazing at me. Her eyes were calm and peaceful, seemingly devoid of anything, as if what happened between us that night had never occurred. I realized that the desires that had been troubling me these past few days seemed to have vanished, replaced by a serene and contented vitality. All I wanted to do was smile at her. And sure enough, the corners of my mouth turned up, and Mei Yu returned my gentle smile. She said softly, "Gao Yan, the piece I just played is called 'Forgetful Schemes,' a title derived from a fable, do you know that?" I shook my head, remaining silent, simply gazing intently at her beautiful face. As if sensing my thoughts, Mei Yu gently removed the guqin from her lap, picked up a thin book from the desk with her slender fingers, leaned forward slightly, and handed it to me. I casually took it, and was about to flip through it when Mei Yu said again, "No rush, take your time reading it when you get back." I looked away, nodded to her, and stood up to leave the study. I didn't know what Mei Yu was planning to do next; I only knew that it was unlikely we could return to the atmosphere of last night. Mei Yu had completely reverted to her original self. Back in the guest room, I lay on the bed and opened the booklet by the light. It was a thin, thread-bound book with a yellowed cover bearing the title "Liezi" in traditional Chinese characters. Judging from the packaging and the pages, it was an old book. Tucked inside was a slender, elegant bookmark, carved from sandalwood into the shape of a delicate plum blossom. I removed the plum blossom-shaped bookmark and turned to the standard page. It was an ancient text titled "The Seagull Lover," which read: "A man living by the sea had a son who loved seagulls. Every morning he would go to the sea to play with the seagulls, and hundreds of seagulls would come and stay. His father said, 'I have heard that all the seagulls follow you. Bring them back so I can play with them.' The next day, when he went to the sea, the seagulls danced but did not land." Classical Chinese is a bit difficult for me, but Mei Yu probably considered this. She had slipped a note inside, on which she had written in modern Chinese in her unique, flamboyant handwriting. I could understand the content of the text, but after reading it, I was still completely confused.She was fully covered up, with only a section of her long, slender, snow-white neck visible. The wide hem of her single-layered dress completely concealed her legs as she sat cross-legged, making it impossible to glimpse her long, fair legs. I watched as Mei Yu fiddled with the instrument briefly before placing it on her lap, the wider end resting on her right knee, while the pointed end gently rested on the daybed. A silver chain dangled beside her right knee. Mei Yu's gaze was lowered to the instrument, her slender hands lightly tracing the long strings, her expression like that of a young girl polishing her youthful body, full of joy and appreciation. A clear and melodious note rang out, not particularly pleasant to the ear, but unforgettable. Then several more notes followed, Mei Yu's delicate fingers gently plucking the strings, adjusting the instrument's tone. Her silky, shoulder-length black hair was tied back with a white embroidered ribbon, revealing her smooth, jade-like forehead, which made her face appear even smaller and more delicate. Because her head was slightly lowered, her long, arched eyebrows appeared even more gentle, and her long eyelashes veiled her clear eyes. Her thin, rosy lips were pressed tightly together, with the corners slightly upturned, as if she were completely absorbed in the instrument she was playing. The music stopped, and she gently raised her head, softly saying, "This is a guqin, named Zhonghe. Seven stars surround the moon, five virtues and three colors. Phoenix over the mountain, heaven and man in harmony." Seeing my doubtful expression and the urge to ask, Mei Yu gently shook her hand, saying, "No need to say more, just listen attentively." Her every movement was extremely graceful, yet seemed to possess an undeniable magic. I could only sit upright in the rosewood chair, watching intently as she began to play. Her shoulders drooped slightly, her two slender arms resting gently on the zither. She sat upright, manipulating the strings only by moving her elbows, her shoulders remaining perfectly still. The long, blue robe sleeves were rolled up, revealing a section of her snow-white wrist adorned with a jade bracelet. Ten slender, daffodil-like fingers rose and fell gracefully on the seven silk strings. I looked closely; all ten fingers had nails. The nails on her left hand were slightly shorter, about 4 centimeters, while those on her right hand were over 6 centimeters. Each nail was trimmed into a long, pointed oval shape. Although no nail polish was applied, they gleamed with a natural jade-like luster, and against her almost translucent white fingers, the pinkish hue of her fingernails was faintly visible. With her left hand, she gently lifted and pressed, employing her ring and thumb fingers extensively, while her right hand moved with a variety of movements—sweeping, plucking, hooking, picking, and plucking—a dazzling display of skill. Her slender, jade-like fingers, like ten graceful and alluring celestial maidens, leaped and danced across the ancient-style zither, striking various beautiful and captivating poses. A gentle melody flowed from beneath the strings. At first, the music was inconspicuous, merely fleeting glimpses, gradually forming a trickle, then unknowingly merging into a vast ocean, yet without any visible waves, just a boundless expanse. Then a gentle breeze arrived, and she felt light and swaying, disoriented, as if drifting freely like a kite. Gazing into the distance, she found herself in the azure sky, the previous ocean now indistinguishable, only a faint, deep blue remaining. The music stopped, but I remained oblivious, still lost in thought. The melody, pure and innocent, natural and serene, allowed me to completely forget the killing, the conquest, the desires, and all the worries of the outside world. After a while, I finally looked up and saw Mei Yu's clear, phoenix-like eyes gazing at me. Her eyes were calm and peaceful, seemingly devoid of anything, as if what had happened between us that night had never occurred. I realized that the desires that had been troubling me these past few days had vanished, replaced by a serene vitality. All I wanted to do was smile at her. And sure enough, my lips curled up. Mei Yu returned my gentle smile and said softly, "Gao Yan, the piece I just played is called 'Forgetful Schemes,' a title derived from a fable, you know?" I shook my head, remaining silent, simply gazing intently at her beautiful face. As if sensing my thoughts, Mei Yu gently removed the guqin from her lap, picked up a thin book from the desk with her slender fingers, leaned forward slightly, and handed it to me. I took it casually, about to flip through it, when Mei Yu said again, "No rush, take your time reading it when you get back." I looked away, nodded to her, stood up, and left the study. I didn't know what Mei Yu was planning to do next; I only knew that returning to the atmosphere of last night was unlikely. Mei Yu had completely reverted to her original self. Back in the guest room, I lay on the bed and, by the light, opened the book. It was a thin, thread-bound book with a yellowed cover bearing the title "Liezi" in traditional Chinese characters. Judging from the packaging and pages, it was an old book. A slender, elegant bookmark was tucked inside, carved from sandalwood into the shape of a delicate plum blossom. I removed the plum blossom-shaped bookmark and turned to the standard page. It was an ancient text titled "The Seagull Lover," which read: "A man living by the sea had a son who loved seagulls. Every morning he would go to the sea to play with the seagulls, and hundreds of seagulls would come and stay. His father said, 'I have heard that all the seagulls follow you. Bring them back so I can play with them.' The next day, when he went to the sea, the seagulls danced but did not land." Classical Chinese is a bit difficult for me, but Mei Yu probably considered this. She had slipped a note inside, on which she had written in modern Chinese in her unique, flamboyant handwriting. I could understand the content of the text, but after reading it, I was still completely confused.She was fully covered up, with only a section of her long, slender, snow-white neck visible. The wide hem of her single-layered dress completely concealed her legs as she sat cross-legged, making it impossible to glimpse her long, fair legs. I watched as Mei Yu fiddled with the instrument briefly before placing it on her lap, the wider end resting on her right knee, while the pointed end gently rested on the daybed. A silver chain dangled beside her right knee. Mei Yu's gaze was lowered to the instrument, her slender hands lightly tracing the long strings, her expression like that of a young girl polishing her youthful body, full of joy and appreciation. A clear and melodious note rang out, not particularly pleasant to the ear, but unforgettable. Then several more notes followed, Mei Yu's delicate fingers gently plucking the strings, adjusting the instrument's tone. Her silky, shoulder-length black hair was tied back with a white embroidered ribbon, revealing her smooth, jade-like forehead, which made her face appear even smaller and more delicate. Because her head was slightly lowered, her long, arched eyebrows appeared even more gentle, and her long eyelashes veiled her clear eyes. Her thin, rosy lips were pressed tightly together, with the corners slightly upturned, as if she were completely absorbed in the instrument she was playing. The music stopped, and she gently raised her head, softly saying, "This is a guqin, named Zhonghe. Seven stars surround the moon, five virtues and three colors. Phoenix over the mountain, heaven and man in harmony." Seeing my doubtful expression and the urge to ask, Mei Yu gently shook her hand, saying, "No need to say more, just listen attentively." Her every movement was extremely graceful, yet seemed to possess an undeniable magic. I could only sit upright in the rosewood chair, watching intently as she began to play. Her shoulders drooped slightly, her two slender arms resting gently on the zither. She sat upright, manipulating the strings only by moving her elbows, her shoulders remaining perfectly still. The long, blue robe sleeves were rolled up, revealing a section of her snow-white wrist adorned with a jade bracelet. Ten slender, daffodil-like fingers rose and fell gracefully on the seven silk strings. I looked closely; all ten fingers had nails. The nails on her left hand were slightly shorter, about 4 centimeters, while those on her right hand were over 6 centimeters. Each nail was trimmed into a long, pointed oval shape. Although no nail polish was applied, they gleamed with a natural jade-like luster, and against her almost translucent white fingers, the pinkish hue of her fingernails was faintly visible. With her left hand, she gently lifted and pressed, employing her ring and thumb fingers extensively, while her right hand moved with a variety of movements—sweeping, plucking, hooking, picking, and plucking—a dazzling display of skill. Her slender, jade-like fingers, like ten graceful and alluring celestial maidens, leaped and danced across the ancient-style zither, striking various beautiful and captivating poses. A gentle melody flowed from beneath the strings. At first, the music was inconspicuous, merely fleeting glimpses, gradually forming a trickle, then unknowingly merging into a vast ocean, yet without any visible waves, just a boundless expanse. Then a gentle breeze arrived, and she felt light and swaying, disoriented, as if drifting freely like a kite. Gazing into the distance, she found herself in the azure sky, the previous ocean now indistinguishable, only a faint, deep blue remaining. The music stopped, but I remained oblivious, still lost in thought. The melody, pure and innocent, natural and serene, allowed me to completely forget the killing, the conquest, the desires, and all the worries of the outside world. After a while, I finally looked up and saw Mei Yu's clear, phoenix-like eyes gazing at me. Her eyes were calm and peaceful, seemingly devoid of anything, as if what had happened between us that night had never occurred. I realized that the desires that had been troubling me these past few days had vanished, replaced by a serene vitality. All I wanted to do was smile at her. And sure enough, my lips curled up. Mei Yu returned my gentle smile and said softly, "Gao Yan, the piece I just played is called 'Forgetful Schemes,' a title derived from a fable, you know?" I shook my head, remaining silent, simply gazing intently at her beautiful face. As if sensing my thoughts, Mei Yu gently removed the guqin from her lap, picked up a thin book from the desk with her slender fingers, leaned forward slightly, and handed it to me. I took it casually, about to flip through it, when Mei Yu said again, "No rush, take your time reading it when you get back." I looked away, nodded to her, stood up, and left the study. I didn't know what Mei Yu was planning to do next; I only knew that returning to the atmosphere of last night was unlikely. Mei Yu had completely reverted to her original self. Back in the guest room, I lay on the bed and, by the light, opened the book. It was a thin, thread-bound book with a yellowed cover bearing the title "Liezi" in traditional Chinese characters. Judging from the packaging and pages, it was an old book. A slender, elegant bookmark was tucked inside, carved from sandalwood into the shape of a delicate plum blossom. I removed the plum blossom-shaped bookmark and turned to the standard page. It was an ancient text titled "The Seagull Lover," which read: "A man living by the sea had a son who loved seagulls. Every morning he would go to the sea to play with the seagulls, and hundreds of seagulls would come and stay. His father said, 'I have heard that all the seagulls follow you. Bring them back so I can play with them.' The next day, when he went to the sea, the seagulls danced but did not land." Classical Chinese is a bit difficult for me, but Mei Yu probably considered this. She had slipped a note inside, on which she had written in modern Chinese in her unique, flamboyant handwriting. I could understand the content of the text, but after reading it, I was still completely confused.The desires that had been troubling me these past few days seemed to have vanished, replaced by a serene and contented vitality. All I wanted to do was smile at her. And sure enough, my lips curled into a smile. Mei Yu returned my gentle smile, softly saying, "Gao Yan, the piece I just played is called 'Forgetful Schemes,' a title derived from a fable, you know?" I shook my head, remaining silent, simply gazing intently at her beautiful face. As if sensing my thoughts, Mei Yu gently removed the guqin from her lap, her slender fingers picking up a thin book from the desk. She leaned forward slightly and handed it to me. I took it casually, about to flip through it, when Mei Yu added, "No rush, take your time reading it when you get back." I looked away, nodded to her, and stood up to leave the study. I didn't know what Mei Yu's next move was. I only knew that returning to the atmosphere of last night was impossible; Mei Yu had completely reverted to her former self. Back in my room, I lay on the bed and, by the light of the lamp, opened the booklet. It was a thin, thread-bound book with a yellowed cover bearing the title "Liezi" in traditional Chinese characters. Both the packaging and the pages suggested it was an old book. A slender, elegant bookmark was tucked inside, carved from sandalwood into the shape of a delicate plum blossom. I removed the plum blossom-shaped bookmark and turned to the standard page. It contained an ancient text titled "The Seagull Lover," which read: "A man living at sea had a son who loved seagulls. Every morning he would go to sea to play with the seagulls, and hundreds of seagulls would arrive and stay. His father said, 'I have heard that all the seagulls follow you. Bring them back so I can play with them.' The next day at sea, the seagulls danced but did not land." "Classical Chinese is a bit difficult for me, but Mei Yu probably took that into consideration. She slipped a note inside with vernacular Chinese written on it in her unique, flamboyant handwriting. I could understand the content of the text, but I was still completely confused after reading it."The desires that had been troubling me these past few days seemed to have vanished, replaced by a serene and contented vitality. All I wanted to do was smile at her. And sure enough, my lips curled into a smile. Mei Yu returned my gentle smile, softly saying, "Gao Yan, the piece I just played is called 'Forgetful Schemes,' a title derived from a fable, you know?" I shook my head, remaining silent, simply gazing intently at her beautiful face. As if sensing my thoughts, Mei Yu gently removed the guqin from her lap, her slender fingers picking up a thin book from the desk. She leaned forward slightly and handed it to me. I took it casually, about to flip through it, when Mei Yu added, "No rush, take your time reading it when you get back." I looked away, nodded to her, and stood up to leave the study. I didn't know what Mei Yu's next move was. I only knew that returning to the atmosphere of last night was impossible; Mei Yu had completely reverted to her former self. Back in my room, I lay on the bed and, by the light of the lamp, opened the booklet. It was a thin, thread-bound book with a yellowed cover bearing the title "Liezi" in traditional Chinese characters. Both the packaging and the pages suggested it was an old book. A slender, elegant bookmark was tucked inside, carved from sandalwood into the shape of a delicate plum blossom. I removed the plum blossom-shaped bookmark and turned to the standard page. It contained an ancient text titled "The Seagull Lover," which read: "A man living at sea had a son who loved seagulls. Every morning he would go to sea to play with the seagulls, and hundreds of seagulls would arrive and stay. His father said, 'I have heard that all the seagulls follow you. Bring them back so I can play with them.' The next day at sea, the seagulls danced but did not land." "Classical Chinese is a bit difficult for me, but Mei Yu probably took that into consideration. She slipped a note inside with vernacular Chinese written on it in her unique, flamboyant handwriting. I could understand the content of the text, but I was still completely confused after reading it."

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