The child's classmate's mother

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I met her at my son's SSAT class. I was waiting for him to finish school in the lounge when she suddenly walked in. She was beautiful and elegant, talkative but not frivolous. Her daughter was attending a public school in the US, but wanted to attend a private high school because of the poor school district, and was also taking the SSAT there. After learning that I lived in the US, she added me on WeChat.

I remember that day, while my son was in class, I went to a place where I had spent time with Lu Luo to reminisce, and she suddenly sent me a WeChat message saying, "Your son is so handsome!" and sent a video of my son and her daughter having a meal together. I replied that I was very beautiful too. Then I heard nothing more. Later, although we bumped into each other a few times, we didn't communicate much, mostly talking about our children's SSAT and applying to private high schools in the US.

At my age, I feel that losing love is easier than gaining it, so I never imagined that we would have a few romantic days together...

As everyone knows, the epidemic in China took a sharp turn for the better after Bai Yansong interviewed Zhong Nanshan on January 20th. On the 23rd, my separated wife and children went to Europe as planned. The lockdown of Wuhan put enormous psychological pressure on the Chinese people!

We were all isolated in small spaces, almost going crazy. I missed the SARS outbreak in 2003, so this epidemic is just a make-up lesson. Without this experience, it seems like I'm not a complete Chinese person!

On New Year's Eve, I went back to my old home to pick up some essentials. On the road, there were no pedestrians, no taxis, no other vehicles, only a few buses running lonely, and they were practically empty!

A message from Xiaoxiang popped up on my phone: "Why is your WeChat name 'Fig'?"

I replied, "Because it only flowers."

"Doesn't it bear fruit?" she asked after a long pause.

"It only bears one kind of fruit."

"What kind of fruit?"

"The fruit of love."

"Impossible!"

"My seeds can only bear fruit of love if sown in fertile soil like yours." I suddenly became audacious.

"Hehe, you're so boring!" She didn't scold me or go silent. Then another four words popped up: "I'm boring too!"

I suddenly felt this was the time to flirt, and I had to seize the opportunity to flirt. Everyone was incredibly bored at home. Being alone at home, you'd just wander aimlessly from the living room to the bathroom and back to the bedroom. At this time, the chances of her or him replying are several times higher than usual. "Where do you live?" I asked. "

Fuguiyuan. My husband went to Canada and didn't dare come back for Chinese New Year. I'm all alone at home, and I'm so depressed!"

A little while later, she called me. Her voice was really beautiful, that Sichuan-accented Mandarin, but on this New Year's Eve, it was filled with a melancholic tone.

Then we became unrestrained on WeChat. She allowed me to hug her, kiss her, and even undress her on WeChat, but she never did the opposite. She said she preferred a simple life; love was too tiring and didn't have much meaning in real life. "Love without marriage is a disaster for a woman," she said.

She said, "You're putting love above marriage. Whether you love someone or not is your personal matter, but marriage involves many parties. Attitudes towards love and marriage stem from individual preferences, while the latter concerns the happiness of many. Think about it, how trustworthy is someone who treats their own marriage contract like a game?"

I said, "What if I divorced my wife to marry you?"

"Heh! I wouldn't dare!"

Our world descended into chaos and absurdity during the Spring Festival of the pandemic.

I saw her contradiction: on one hand, she disliked my amorous image, but on the other hand, she secretly liked my open declaration of love, yet feared my naked entry into her real life. In her words, I was her illusory world; she possessed everything in life, including her career and family.

Regardless, we had gradually grown closer during this terrifying pandemic. "You're a woman who appears dignified on the surface but is lewd at heart!" I told her.

"Heh..." As if to prove I wasn't exaggerating, a slightly wanton laugh came from the other end of the phone.

After the laughter came her soft whisper: "Don't you dare say that about me! Nobody's ever said that to me before."

"Haha, don't be so smug. The reality is: the more dignified a woman appears on the surface, the more lewd she is at heart!"

"...Maybe." The woman's voice on the other end of the phone sounded neither virtuous nor lewd.

So I said, "Lewdness is the desire for both men and women. And my words and actions match, that's what makes it enjoyable!"

"Hehe...you're shameless!" she said, then encouraged me, "But I like it."

"Then I'll come find you..."

Silence. Then she hung up WeChat.

After watching the Spring Festival Gala, she called me, but didn't speak. I kept talking, but she remained silent. So I said into the phone, "If you don't speak, I'm hanging up."

"No...I'm lonely! Scared! I miss you!" I heard her cry. Ten seconds later, she hung up. I called back, but she didn't answer. I called again, but her phone was off.

Around 2 a.m., she called again. In the quiet night, I heard her weak, yet alluring voice: "I...miss you."

I whispered, "I'll come find you, okay? " I

heard her sobbing on the other end. After what seemed like an eternity, I heard her faint voice: "I sent you an address." She hung up.

I looked at my phone; besides the address, there were three words: "I want you!"

I took a hot shower and drove off. Wangjing, the once bustling landmark of Guomao, was now deserted and desolate.

I arrived at Fuguiyuan. The security guard asked, "Do you live here?" I told him my apartment number. "Are you back from out of town?" he asked again. I answered no. He took my temperature; it was normal. He let me through.

I dialed her number.

"Hi." The phone rang, and that familiar, distinctly feminine Sichuan-accented Mandarin came through. I could feel she was waiting for my call.

“I,” I paused, then feigned hesitation, “I think I’ll pass. It’s too dangerous outside.”

“…”

After what seemed like an eternity, I heard her sigh, then she said, “Then you should get some rest!” and hung up the phone helplessly.

I took the elevator to her door and dialed her number again: “Hey, you haven’t rested yet? Or have you changed your mind?” Her voice, no longer agitated, returned to a rational tone. I teased, “I’ve been thinking about it, and I still can’t sleep because I miss you!”

“You?!” She was fully awake, completely bewildered, and didn’t even hear the doorbell ring.

“Hmph, what’s wrong?” Her coquettish voice now sounded unbearable to me; I only hated her for not opening the door immediately.

“Wait, someone’s knocking.” She said irritably into the phone as she opened the door.

A woman in a sleeveless loungewear stood before me, without makeup, her long hair flowing down her shoulders, staring at me in astonishment.

“You… you lied to me!”

We stood there, staring into each other’s eyes.

I saw her proud self-respect and her clear rationality in those eyes. She gazed at me too: "Am I dreaming?!"

Finally, we both breathed a sigh of relief almost simultaneously, and she gestured for me to enter the room.

I entered the room and immediately saw the bedding on the sofa.

"You're resting?" I asked

. "I was lying there thinking about you, and then I fell asleep," she replied, her words immediately followed by regret.

Her shy laughter echoed in the room.

I had devised a little trick: I would knock on the door to meet her when she was feeling down, making our meeting more dramatic. I had succeeded: she went through a series of shocks, from disappointment and frustration to sudden joy, leaving her breathless. Her laughter clearly conveyed her promise to me, yet couldn't hide her inner turmoil; it ignited a raw, fearless courage within me.

I gently placed my hands on her shoulders, and we stood facing each other. My hands touched her bare arms, her laughter stopped, and she trembled slightly. She was also looking at me, standing straight before me, caught in a dilemma—resisting her own inner weakness, maintaining her composure, yet remaining wary of me. That expression stirred a feeling of tenderness within me—and I instinctively embraced her.

She trembled slightly, then let out a soft sigh, looked up at me, and her wariness began to dissipate. "What, aren't you going to offer me a cup of tea or something?" I said with a smile.

I moved away from her shoulder, cupped her face, and gazed at her. She didn't flinch, and whispered, "No! Right now, I just want to, I just want to look at you properly."

At that moment, our eyes met, so close, I could smell the unmistakable fragrance emanating from her body. She looked back at me, her smile finally relaxed. Everything was okay.

I loved that smile, I loved that face, especially the two distinct fine lines between her nose and mouth, paired with her bright eyes—a smile as radiant as sunshine, a thoughtful gaze as rich as poetry, and a sorrowful tenderness as helplessly beautiful…

I couldn't help but kiss her forehead between her eyebrows. She laughed and exclaimed,

"What are you doing!"

Just now, I texted her: "When I see you, I'll hug you and kiss you—only your forehead, not your lips!" She said she couldn't believe it. Now I'm keeping my promise.

So I became unrestrained.

My mouth, like an invader, began its assault on her lips, then my hands intensified their plunder of her body, from her hair, forehead, eyebrows, nose, ears to her lips, neck, shoulders, arms, and chest… She also wrapped her arms around my waist, gently, I could feel the transition from hesitation to naturalness… occasionally a slight resistance!

I don't know when or how, but she was already lying on the sofa. Just as I was undressing her, she pressed my hand down and sat up, one hand covering her chest, her eyes fixed on me, a mixture of shyness, panic, and sternness mixed with a hint of aroused desire. Her voice was slightly hoarse:

"Do I really look like a wanton woman?"

I shook my head.

"Don't you think I'm stupid?" she seemed somewhat relieved, her voice much lower.

I chuckled softly and kissed her lips. She kept them closed. I kissed her again, and she just looked at me. I sighed, looked up, and said, "You're so silly!"

Looking into her bewildered eyes, I whispered, "I'm silly too!" At that moment, even I didn't know what I was saying. Her eyes lit up again, and then, she quickly and gently leaned in to kiss my cheek!

Instantly, I was overwhelmed with excitement. I cupped her face and kissed her lips. We truly kissed.

This kiss was like a tidal wave, our breaths mingling, our saliva intertwining with our tongues. Her entire defense crumbled in an instant. Her

sleeveless loungewear revealed too much of her sensuality! Every second since we met had intensified my desire for her. Just based on the sensuality she gave me, I had fallen in love with her. I only wanted to possess her.

Just as I was about to tear down her last line of defense, she finally grabbed my hand, making one last stand: "What...do you want?"

I lay on top of her and whispered in her ear, "I only want you." She had just said that on WeChat. I kissed and carried her into the bedroom.

She was a mature woman, and I exhausted all the caresses and tenderness a seasoned man could give to his beloved woman, trying to make her happy. Her hands gripped my shoulders tightly; she tried to push me away, her nails digging into my skin. Shyness, bashfulness, excitement, and a certain desire for stimulation mingled together; her face was flushed, a look that was both pitiful and intoxicating.

I've always been puzzled: why does a woman's pain sometimes evoke excitement and satisfaction in a man? Perhaps a woman's pained expression is merely a kind of illusion of pleasure specifically designed to deceive men; they are born with the ability to conceal pleasure with pain? Where does the word "pleasure" come from? Only women are the spirits who can simultaneously enjoy the pain and pleasure of sex!

I slipped my hand inside her panties, stroking a patch of soft hair. She stopped me with her hand and took off her panties herself. I snatched her panties back, seeing that her genitals were already slippery. I glanced at her, and her face flushed even more. "It's all your fault," she said, then lay back on the bed, her flawless body intertwined with mine.

I climbed on top of her and inserted a finger into her flower, encountering no resistance. I whispered in her ear, "It's already a vast ocean inside." She raised her arm to cover her eyes. "You bad boy, don't embarrass me." The fragrance emanating from her mouth enveloped me.

As soon as I took off my clothes, she hugged me tightly, her soft, wet tongue pressing against my mouth in a passionate kiss. Her slender fingers grasped my already engorged penis and slowly guided it into her warm vagina. I lifted her arms and thrust hard, my penis plunging in all the way. I groaned, and she let out a long sigh. We remained still for a long time. She gently kissed my face, while I quietly remained inside her, feeling her tightness, her movements, and her lubrication. I looked up at her, gazing deeply into her eyes. "Today feels like a dream."

She cupped my face in her hands and whispered, "Do whatever you want."

I held the naked woman in my arms, inside her body, in her allure, in her fragrance, in her shy, tender, and flustered charm—we achieved a physical union. I began to thrust wildly, her moans growing louder and deeper. Suddenly, I felt her vagina tighten, her hands gripping my shoulders, her legs clamping around me, her body almost frozen. My hot semen finally gushed forth.

Afterwards, she nestled softly in my arms, touching my nose with her fingers, like a little girl playing with a toy she'd never seen before. Then she looked up at me, her eyes hazy. “Hi,” her seductive voice, still tinged with the afterglow of our climax, didn’t just reach my ears, it penetrated my body: “Don’t you think we’re being ridiculous? Have we forgotten something?”

I looked at her, puzzled. After a moment, I answered correctly: “We haven’t told each other our real names!”

After we exchanged our real names, she noticed my stomach rumbling, and it was already past 11 a.m.

As we left the room, I stood by the door, lingering on the double bed.

Around 12 p.m., we left home to find a place to eat. Most of the restaurants on the street were closed; instead, vegetable and meat vendors were selling their produce on the street. I learned that due to restaurant cancellations, the prepared ingredients were unusable and had to be sold cheaply. The pandemic had brought losses to everyone and every business.

For the rest of the day, she ate with me, and we were as harmonious as lovers who had been intimate for years, sometimes whispering, sometimes laughing heartily together.

She was thirty-eight years old, and her real name was also Xiaoxiang. She graduated with a bachelor's degree in English, earned a master's degree in sociology in the UK, and finally a doctorate in the US. She's currently a vice president at a company. The moment I saw her attire, I felt she lived a peaceful and content life, as if everything was preordained for her to succeed.

She said everything had been going well for her, and she was admired by everyone, but the pandemic had suddenly thrown her life into chaos. She said she had been hesitating all day about whether to meet me. She knew that meeting me in this lonely and somewhat desperate situation would allow me to capture her heart.

"Do you know when I started liking you?" she asked, leaning lightly on my shoulder, her eyes sparkling.

"The first time I saw you in the lounge, I just never imagined we'd end up together."

I pulled the car over to the side of the road and looked at her. She kissed me and whispered, "The first time you told me on WeChat that I was pretty, I wanted you then... No, this is in the car..." She gently blocked my sudden sexual advance, kissed my ear, and whispered shyly, "I was so happy in the room just now."

The car started moving again, and I turned on the CD player; gentle music filled the car. I looked ahead and said softly, "I've never made up anything for you."

"I know. —Me too." She leaned on my shoulder, her voice tinged with intoxication.

The song "The Fruits of Summer" was playing in the carriage. She said, "This song is full of helplessness!" As we listened to it, I felt my eyes welling up with tears.

Later, we both turned on our phones, which we had previously turned off, to process the flood of messages that had just arrived—we had returned from heaven to the real world.

Returning to her place late at night, she wouldn't let me into her room. She said one shouldn't be too greedy, and then closed the door.

But I couldn't resist the urge to see her, and on the second day of the Lunar New Year, I went to her house again.

As soon as we entered the room, we kissed passionately.

Her eyes shone, and she said, "You've killed me; a day feels longer than a year," while I ruthlessly undressed her. I stood there, pinning her against the door, lifting her right leg, and entered her from behind.

Then we went back to bed. I lay down, and she leaned against me, propped up on her elbows and resting her chin on her hands, chatting idly. She started by saying she'd done nothing all night except scroll through her phone, then said she missed me, especially at night, always wondering what I was doing. I laughed; we'd already talked on the phone countless times that day!

"I was having all sorts of wild thoughts, thinking you must be bored all alone, maybe you wanted someone to keep you company, like..." Seeing me staring at her, she interrupted, "You men all..."

"I've loved several women, but never more than one at the same time. I believe I'm incapable of loving two women simultaneously. The women I love love me too; they appreciate my innocence and honesty, and enjoy making love with me. I think the reason they can accept me is simple: I'm natural, I never pretend." I gently patted her round, smooth buttocks as

I spoke. She swayed her head and feet, continuing, "Just thinking about how you did that with other women makes me sick."

So I hugged her, kissed her lips, and caressed all her genitals, just wanting her to stop talking about it. But under my advances, she was aroused, transforming from a demure lady into a lustful woman in the blink of an eye. When I entered her again, it dawned on me: this was exactly what she wanted!

I could feel her desire and excitement, and realized she truly was a good woman! A woman who can deeply and persistently let you experience her charm, her warmth, her spirit, her irreplaceable nature—that is a good woman. Many women lament their lost youth and beauty as they age, unaware that their husbands' disdain stems from the fact that they have made their sex life tasteless.

I am currently busy cultivating this fertile ground, engrossed in reading all the chapters in this wonderful book that I find enjoyable and inspiring. I try various methods, letting her experience different sexual acts, repeatedly pushing her into unbearable embarrassment, and repeatedly pulling her out of her inherent feminine shyness. Again and again, I lead her to a state that makes her feel light and radiant. And she, with all her primal desires, poured out her heart to me, both instructing and shaping me. She finally led me to the ultimate climax, making me understand: she was the best woman!

After our lovemaking, she nestled against my chest, and we caressed each other. She whispered softly,

"Tell me something, okay?" she cooed sweetly as she explored every part of my body.

I teasingly whispered in her ear, "I've already said a thousand words to

you..." She pinched me and said, "Tell me about your wife, okay?"

I told her everything about my wife, just as I had posted on Wuji. Actually, I had once loved her passionately, and initially, our marriage was quite good. She was the kind of woman who was very realistic, but not very intelligent. We had harmonious feelings, but not harmonious sex. But suddenly one day I found out she was having an affair. I didn't know why, and I didn't want to know.

Although we didn't divorce, I felt that pure love between a man and a woman had disappeared; all that remained between us was responsibility and a title. Over the years, our lives have been alright. She's no longer the little girl she once was, nor the housewife clinging to the title of marriage; she's now a quintessential white-collar professional. We live in the same large house, our marriage is still intact, but the spark of love between us has died. Thinking back, our marital life seems like something from a past life…

"My current situation meets the legal requirements for divorce," I said, explaining my family situation. I looked at her quietly, her bright eyes never leaving me.

Finally, she sighed. She nestled against me like a little bird.

She remained quietly close, gently caressing my naked genitals, then leaned close to my face, looking at me.

Then she kissed my eyes, my neck, my chest, "I want you to hold me tight…" Her soft voice and sweet scent were the most potent aphrodisiac.

I made love to her again, realizing this was her most excited, most intense, and most fulfilling experience. She was almost immediately climaxing, and then wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Her mature vitality ignited a fire within me, which I then channeled into light, shining upon her in a continuous cycle… I lost count of how many times she came. Afterwards, she stared straight at me and said, “You killed me.”

That day, from afternoon until late at night, we made love three times. This was the only time in recent years, making me feel like I was young again!

At 8 pm, her husband in Canada called: “I booked you a business class ticket to Vancouver for the fifth day of the Lunar New Year. This is the last one in all the seats.”

After hanging up, we were both speechless, falling into a deathly silence!

“Let’s go out for dinner. We still have two days.” I broke the silence.

This was an unforgettable Spring Festival. Leaving the room where we had just been burning with passion, the outside was desolate and deserted. There were no firecrackers, no traffic, no pedestrians, not even stray cats or dogs. We found a well-known barbecue restaurant, but it was deserted, without a single customer.

"We're being treated like royalty, the government cleared the place out for us!" I joked, trying to break the tension from the phone call.

After dinner, we went to a shopping mall near the restaurant, and I said I wanted to buy her something. She was very interested in a red silk scarf, so I bargained with the shopkeeper, and she enthusiastically participated. In the end, the item, which was listed at 580 yuan, was sold for 300 yuan. The shopkeeper said, "This is the first sale of the day!" I felt embarrassed! When I paid with WeChat, she was as happy as a little girl. She said she never expected shopping to be so fun, and that bargaining was so enjoyable. I really wanted to ask her then, "Haven't you ever gone shopping with your husband?"

But I didn't say it.

The fourth day of the Lunar New Year was her last night in Beijing, and I drove to her house.

She gave me a gift: a Longines men's watch. Looking at it, I felt a bit uneasy. She casually said, "You definitely wouldn't accept something too expensive. I just saw this watch at a watch shop today and liked it, so I bought it." She said it so easily, but I knew that during this pandemic, it wasn't easy for a woman to go to a shopping mall.

Then she said, "Let's go out for a walk today, instead of staying in the room." She then earnestly said that she didn't know why, but every time she saw me, she felt dizzy, drowsy, and wanted me to hug her, hold her, kiss her, and let me do whatever I wanted with her…

That day we spent the whole day at the Summer Palace, from Longevity Hill on Suzhou Street to the Garden of Harmonious Pleasures. The whole park was deserted; you didn't have to worry about running into anyone you knew. But for us, it was so strange. Even though it was the same place, the same scenery, once we were in different moods, it all looked different.

In the incense burner, watching her devoutly kneel and kowtow, I laughed—

"You lied to me and said you didn't believe in this stuff! But you knelt quite professionally just now." Afterwards, I hugged her and said.

"It's all your fault, all your fault..." She whispered coquettishly in my ear, "You know, because of you, I've learned so many random things!"

I understood her feelings.

You could say we're lovers, mutually attracted and in tune with each other; we have no worries about food, clothing, or career, only two hearts drawn to and colliding with each other. We're grateful for our relationship. This pandemic gave us a beginning and a continuation during the Spring Festival holiday. So much sweetness and joy naturally filled us with gratitude and tolerance. So in this sunny world, we became more sincere, more polite, and more humorous. Even the daily increase in the number of infected people wasn't so sensitive anymore, and the notes of joy were rekindled in our lives...

We returned to her home after dinner. The joy, passion, and slight fatigue of the day were all left behind, leaving only the two of us, making the room seem small.

She instantly transformed from the vibrant, joyful angel of the day into a delicate, alluring woman. Xiao Xiang insisted I massage her back, legs, and lower back to relieve her pain, but I only had one aches and pains, an organ I desperately wanted relief from. But there was no way around it; I had to make her comfortable first…

I used all the meticulous patience and attentiveness a man should have, doing everything a good man should do, to revive her and make her happily shower and play with me, before passionately making love in the bathroom. I first placed her on the sink and penetrated her, then had her face the mirror and entered from behind. Looking at her swaying breasts in the mirror, she quickly reached orgasm. After all, when passion reaches its peak, only sexual intercourse is the true pinnacle.

After the passion subsided, we lay together on the bed, reading her English version of *The Bridges of Madison County*. She told me this book was a masterpiece of romance novels, and suggested we read it together.

"When I read this book, I think of sex. What about you?" We smiled at each other. "Don't tell me you think of love."

"Nonsense! I think of desire!" she laughed heartily.

Finally, I got my wish. Rather than reading together, it was more like we were exchanging feelings of desire through the artistic words. The quiet night and warm light, the soft music in the room accompanying a profound and moving love story, the scent of my lover beside me—it all made us feel as if we were immersed in the story's beauty.

After all, I'm a man, and several times I couldn't help but want to hug and kiss her, to pull her into another sexual encounter, but she politely stopped me each time. She placed one hand on her lips and pointed to the book with the other, indicating that she was appreciating the beauty of the moment. And gradually, I felt this beauty…

I don't know how much time passed, but as she was engrossed in the book and my passion surged, she gently closed the book, looked at me, and said thoughtfully,

"I'm leaving tomorrow!" she whispered.

I knew this was an absolutely real moment, but I couldn't find the right words.

"What will I do if I miss you while I'm gone?" Tears streamed down her face instantly!

I gently stroked her soft hair and pulled her into my arms. For a moment, there were no sexual thoughts or desires, only quiet contemplation. Then, I whispered, "Marry me."

She looked at me steadily, and in her eyes I read her dignified beauty, her keen intelligence, her earnest resolve—that was the memory she left me with.

I held her close and whispered, "It's your turn. Tell me about your home—your…husband?"

"Don't say anything, I…have a headache…hug me…" She kissed me, loosening the clothes I had just put on, her hands gently roaming between my chest and thighs. She looked up at me, tenderly offering her lips and tongue, which I captured.

I suckled at her warm lips and soft tongue, reveling in the sweetness of her saliva and the fragrance of her breath. We caressed each other's genitals... In truth, human intercourse can take many forms, yet they are all essentially the same. The differences lie only in—different partners, different appearances, different voices, different body odors, different body language, different times and states of mind—which make human sexual behavior so rich and varied.

Then she arched her back and whispered in my ear, "Don't move, let me... let me see you."

Then her kisses landed on every inch of my face. I stroked her beautiful back, letting my penis crawl downwards. I looked at the naked female body, and a wave of sadness welled up inside me.

Xiao Xiang sucked on my penis, arching her back as I played with her body, but I understood her from her body language—she was trying to please me! She clearly longed to be with me, but there was also a certain helplessness in her expression. She was bound by some kind of shackle, unable to break free herself, so she needed to draw strength from me, and in turn, she needed me to draw her tenderness from her. She seemed to be whispering to me: "Darling, I have given you everything."

What to do?! But at this moment, I had been ignited by her tenderness, and I had lost the composure to consider the practical issues. The most rational and obvious thing was: she craved me, wanted me to immediately

possess her body, her heart. "Oh..." she cried out as I thrust deeply into her, a sound filled with the pleasure of release and the soft moans of satisfaction. Was it for the force of my movements, or for my tenderness? She suddenly experienced the contractions of orgasm!

Then she looked at me with hazy eyes, placing her hands behind her head, revealing her delicate collarbone, her fair arms, and her dark armpit hair to me. With each thrust, I kissed the wellspring of her life. She gently stroked my hair and cheeks, whispering sweetly, "I love you. Fuck me hard!" I was dazed, unsure if I was robbing her or begging for her love.

We made love, and she reacted intensely, experiencing ecstasy and multiple orgasms. Afterwards, we embraced, and she said dreamily, "You're so good to me," adding that she'd be exhausted if we kept going like this. I kissed her and coaxed her, "Only the ox dies from exhaustion, not the field is ruined by plowing." I absorbed all her beauty, all her tenderness, all her feminine fragrance; she absorbed my strength, my passion, all my essence.

Then I remained inside her, and we embraced side by side, preserving the bliss of our physical and spiritual union, a serene happiness in our hearts. We fell into a deep sleep, drifting off to sleep.

In the early hours of the morning, I awoke with a start—she was sitting beside me, looking at me, tears falling onto my face!

I stood up, hugged her with concern, and wiped away her tears. "What's wrong?"

Seeing her sadness at the separation, I said, "We'll meet again, we'll do it again..."

Gazing into her bright, clear eyes, her fair and delicate skin, her rounded and firm hips and legs… she never wore makeup, saying it was because she was lazy, and that not wearing makeup actually made her skin stay better for longer! Actually, it was because of her natural beauty… She always said I was “killing her,” and although we had been intimate several times, we were no longer in our prime. After getting up, she wore a beige cashmere top and grey trousers, a sophisticated and dignified image of a high-class white-collar worker. She said this was her usual attire, and that she couldn't leave me with the memory of a sexy fool forever! After lunch, I packed her luggage and we went to the apartment garage. Before she got into the car, she stopped me from hugging and kissing her, saying, “This is my home, don’t do anything inappropriate.” Then she elegantly extended her hand to me, full of charm: “Let’s shake hands and say goodbye.” I gazed at her, feeling that she was truly a wise and beautiful sprite.

I shook hands with the sprite, half a meter away, her fragrance wafting in the air.

We each drove off; in a few more minutes, we'd go our separate ways. In those final moments, I couldn't help but wistfully say into the phone, "Xiaoxiang, I love you." "Hmm, what's up?" came a voice that sounded like a young girl mixed with a young lover's.

"You're a...good woman, a Bridges of Madison County I could never finish reading!" After

a long pause, I heard her sigh: "Focus on your driving, and be careful not to hit me."

For the next few minutes, I slowly followed her car until we reached our agreed meeting place.

It was a clear winter day, with a few pale, beautiful white clouds in the blue sky, a welcome change from the three days of Kyoto smog. We parked on the side of the road.

As I walked towards her, she came to meet me, opening her arms to embrace me. I caressed and kissed her hair. There was no one around, no cars; she wasn't worried about being seen!

Then she looked at me, raising her hand and gently, with two fingers, blocking my lips from hers as I approached. Her eyes shone, her words earnest: "I can't bear it. Let's quietly go back to the past, preserve the memories, okay?" I hugged her tightly, letting her soft voice seep through my trench coat and into my heart.

Only then did I realize how much we still had to say, how many questions remained unanswered, how much love and affection unexpressed—how could we have to part?!

She looked at me, understood me, and handed me a letter: "Read it after I'm gone!"

"Have a safe journey." I released her, watching her get into her car, then I walked back to my own. As I started my car, she called me: "Don't call me on the highway!"

I opened the note: From the moment you walked into the room with the phone, I collapsed, I was captured, I became your woman. I crave you; when you enter my body, my youth is awakened!

Every night we had our affair, I felt no shame whatsoever! As I left home today, I was still replaying the scene of you carrying me into the bathroom to shower together: my arms wrapped around your neck, gazing at you with affection, feeling so comfortable and at peace…

In these past few days, I've stopped being a strong woman; in your presence, I've become a wanton woman. I'm intoxicated by your caresses that make me tremble time and time again. They've allowed me to experience the beauty and true meaning of love—a wonder that no novel or poem can describe.

Our affair is about to end; I have to return to my children and family. Goodbye, Li, let's be ourselves again!

After reading the text message, watching her car slowly disappear into the distance, it felt like I wasn't in the real world! Looking at the bright sunshine outside the car window, a feeling of gratitude welled up inside me, feeling that God had blessed her and me—two men and women who loved and understood each other.

I started the car and drove on the empty, somewhat desolate streets, wondering if I could ever return to my old life. No matter what the epidemic is like, life must go on!

On the morning of the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, I habitually checked my phone and saw that Air Canada had suspended all flights to China. By now, Xiao Xiang should have landed in Vancouver!

[The End]

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