He who has spun his own cocoon

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Was this going to be a third time? I don't know why, but this thought suddenly popped into my head. Was it my heart

hoping for it? Or was I worried about what was about to happen?

My father, who had been sleeping with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them when he heard Xiaoying leave the bathroom.

At this moment, he probably knew he had unintentionally

made a grave mistake; every move Xiaoying made tugged at his heartstrings.

Perhaps it was the sound of Xiaoying's footsteps getting closer to his room that made his breathing more and more

rapid .

Excitement, fear, confusion, and bewilderment—a complex mix of emotions was written all

over his face, each one constantly shifting.

His eyes widened further and further; perhaps he was praying, praying

that Xiaoying was only going to the kitchen or the back balcony, and not to his room, because he couldn't be sure

what Xiaoying's feelings and intentions were towards him.

But ideals are beautiful, and reality is cruel.

With a click, the door to his bedroom opened.

Without needing to guess who it was, the father's eyes didn't dare glance at the doorway. He frantically pulled the blanket

over his head, wrapping himself tightly so that not a single part of his body was exposed.

Xiaoying's movements from the bathroom to her father's bedroom were decisive and resolute, without the slightest hesitation

or hesitation. She was like a mindless puppet, her actions seemingly

instinctive.

Once inside, Xiaoying didn't look at her father on the bed, but instead

searched the room.

Finally, she found her nightgown and underwear on the floor, and then her bra, which her father had forcibly removed

using "despicable" methods , at the foot of the bed. More exciting novels are available at www.net.net, the No. 1 novel website . Xiaoying slowly and purposefully picked up the three pieces of underwear, without panic or shyness; everything was so composed and natural. Her father, oblivious to what was happening, remained tightly wrapped in the blankets, trembling violently. One could imagine the extent of his fear; he was perhaps awaiting the "storm" that was about to unfold. Seeing Xiaoying's actions, I suddenly felt a sense of relief. It turned out Xiaoying had come to get her underwear and nightgown (did anyone guess correctly? Xiaoying went to her father's room just to get her nightgown and underwear; those with impure thoughts should go run naked outside ten times). A flicker of relief crossed my mind. Perhaps having experienced the passionate moment with Xiaoying and her father, his desire for the night had reached its limit, and he subtly hoped that his father and Xiaoying would not have any further contact that night. After finding the nightgown and underwear, Xiaoying didn't leave her father's room immediately. Instead, she slowly put them on, her body—a body that any woman would envy and any man would be captivated by—gradually becoming covered by the clothes. Seeing this, I was a little confused. Why didn't Xiaoying put her clothes back on in her own bedroom? Did she have something else to do in her father's bedroom? After putting on her underwear and nightgown, Xiaoying returned to her usual attire at home. However, Xiaoying was very different from before. Before, her body belonged to only one man , but just now, she had been completely possessed by the second man in her life. Xiaoying still didn't look at her father on the bed, as if he didn't exist. Xiaoying reached for the toilet paper and wet wipes on the bedside table. Hearing the sound of Xiaoying taking things from the bedside table, her father, wrapped in the blanket, suddenly trembled to the extreme. Perhaps every move Xiaoying made was tightly pulling at his heart. After picking up the toilet paper and wet wipes, Xiaoying squatted down and began wiping the floor . Only then did I remember that after Xiaoying and her father finished their first time, she suddenly fell , leaving traces of semen on the floor. That semen was what her father had ejaculated inside her. When she curled up on the floor, there was a lot of semen that had flowed from her vagina. Xiaoying slowly and carefully wiped away the dried semen stains. Was she erasing all traces? Logically, their passion had subsided, and I shouldn't be interested in these cleanup details. But at this moment, I didn't want to miss any detail after their encounter; my heart was filled with both anticipation and worry. After wiping, Xiaoying didn't throw the toilet paper down the toilet. Instead, she clutched all the used toilet paper in her hand. Having finished, Xiaoying's gaze fell on the foot of her father's bed, where there was a patch of white semen. It was from their first time together, when her father ejaculated inside her. Afterwards, Xiaoying had been lying on her father's bed for a long time, and the semen had flowed out, leaving a large stain at the foot of his bed. More exciting novels are available at www.net.net, the No. 1 novel website . Xiaoying stared blankly at the semen stain, then slowly turned her gaze to her father. He was still wrapped in the blanket, trembling slightly. Every second Xiaoying spent in her father's room was torture for him. Looking at her father wrapped in the blanket, Xiaoying's eyes held resentment, inner turmoil, struggle, and a hint of infatuation. She slowly moved her head closer to the blanket, then closer to his head inside. Throughout this process, Xiaoying showed no shyness; her movements were fluid and natural.

"Wash your sheets before Jincheng arrives tomorrow."

A short, concise sentence, nothing more, her tone icy, her words succinct.

Xiaoying said this only to her father before leaving in her nightgown, carrying a tissue stained with semen.

Even after the door closed again, her father didn't have the courage to pull back the covers and face Xiaoying.

Only after Xiaoying opened the bedroom door and entered our marital room did her father tremblingly pull back the covers and

peek out.

He gasped for breath,

his face in sweat, whether from being suffocated under the covers or from the nervousness of Xiaoying's arrival.

In short, he looked utterly disheveled.

My father sat up, then stared blankly at the white stain at the foot of the bed, like a

pure white flower. Xiaoying went to the room and began wiping the semen stains on our sheets with toilet paper.

She then searched the floor of our bedroom for traces, before going to the living room to carefully clean up the love fluids they had spilled as they danced their way from the bathroom to the bridal chamber. Seeing Xiaoying's actions, a surge of joy flashed through my heart. Seeing her dazed state, I had thought she had suffered a mental breakdown. But I hadn't expected that although she was emotionally affected , her actions were still very rational. At least she knew how to clean up the traces they had left behind so that I, her husband, wouldn't find any clues. Should I be happy or heartbroken? After cleaning , Xiaoying collected all the used toilet paper and wipes and put them in a black plastic bag. Afterward, Xiaoying placed the trash bag at the door. Having done all this, she went to the bridal chamber and removed all the sheets and blankets that had just been "contaminated" by her father's semen. She then took these sheets and blankets, which had been changed less than three days ago, to the bathroom and threw them into the washing machine. As the washing machine ran, the traces left by Xiaoying and her father were gradually washed away. In the entire room, only two places remained that bore the sole traces of their lovemaking: the sheets at the foot of her father's bed and remaining semen and vaginal fluid on his penis. If her father hadn't been lying on the bed trembling, would Xiaoying have washed his sheets and blankets as well? I don't know why, but I suddenly thought this. Normally, Xiaoying could have easily washed her father's sheets and blankets. Perhaps she didn't want to see him or face him. The only thing she said to him was to let him remove the traces himself and not let me know. From this, it's clear that Xiaoying won't forgive her father so easily; at least for now, she doesn't want to see him again. Amidst the roar of the laundry machine, Xiaoying began changing the sheets and duvet covers in the bedroom. The sheets and duvet covers, stained by her father, were pink and were now being washed at high speed in the laundry tub. The new sheets and duvet covers, whether by coincidence or design, were the same color as the hat —a vibrant green. Seeing these green sheets and duvet covers was a huge irony. I wondered if I could lie down on them and sleep peacefully tomorrow night after my family moved in. Xiaoying methodically cleaned up the stains, remaining quiet and still without shedding a tear . Watching Xiaoying busy with everything, I was filled with distress and deep thought. What would happen to Xiaoying and her father tomorrow ? What would my family face next? Would anything unexpected happen? Having witnessed the scene I most wanted to see, I was now consumed by anxiety. Was I reaping what I sowed? Tonight would be a sleepless night for both of us. I sat in front of the computer, looking at everything in the house, unable to fall asleep for a long time. I smoked one expired cigarette after another in the drawer . At night, the night watchman saw me sitting at my computer in the office. He assumed I was working late and greeted me briefly before the office fell silent again, save for the sound from my headset . After Xiaoying finished tidying up, she sat blankly on the living room sofa, her hands hanging at her sides, eyes fixed straight ahead , lost in thought. At that moment, she was devoid of emotion, as if she had no soul; only the hum . Her father, tossing and turning in his bedroom, frequently looked up towards the living room, his face filled with worry. Sometimes his brows furrowed, sometimes he sighed. Several times he quietly got out of bed, but when , he hesitated for a moment before returning to bed. Perhaps he was too worried and wanted to have a serious talk with Xiaoying, but he seemed to lack the courage . Four minutes later, Xiaoying took out the clean sheets and duvet cover and hung them on the clothes rack . After finishing all this, Xiaoying turned off the living room lights and went to our bridal chamber. She curled up on the bed, lost in thought, her face completely devoid of emotion. Looking at the lifeless state of the house, I knew my responsibility was heavy, and there was much "cleanup " work to do. Slowly, Xiaoying buried her head in her knees, finally unable to hold back her soft, silent sobs . Her body and shoulders trembled, and everything fell silent. I don't know how time passed; when I finally came to my senses, it was already dawn. A new day had begun, and sunlight streamed into the office through the windows. The sunlight was the same as every day; everything was so familiar and ordinary, except for me and...

For our family, everything was different from usual, and we could never go back to the past. Everything was subtly

changing .

Around 6 a.m., my eyes were still on the computer; the video call hadn't been turned off all night. I'd seen

everything did. The house was quiet in the latter half of the night.

Xiaoying remained curled up, sitting motionless on the bed all night; I really didn't know if her hands and feet were numb

.

Her father tossed and turned in his bedroom, sighing frequently.

It seemed like all three of us were afraid of dawn, because it meant the time for us

to be together was drawing closer. Perhaps what they feared most was my arrival home.

Around 6:30 a.m., Xiaoying was the first to lift her head. Her hair was disheveled, and her eyes

were red and swollen from crying; you could clearly see the bloodshot eyes in the video.

She checked the time and silently got out of bed.

Life had to go on, no matter what.

She silently went to the bathroom to get ready and put on makeup.

In the past, Xiaoying would cheerfully wash up and put on makeup, then hum a song as she prepared breakfast. But

this morning, she slowly got ready, as if she had no energy left, like a

sickly patient.

I knew that Xiaoying had suffered a huge blow, both physically and mentally; calling her a

patient wouldn't be an exaggeration.

After finishing, Xiaoying left for work with a haggard face. She didn't prepare

breakfast as usual, nor did she greet her father. This morning, her father seemed like a stranger to her

.

Her father hadn't slept all night either. After hearing Xiaoying finish washing up, he, like her, curled up and sat against

the headboard .

He kept glancing towards the door, repeatedly mustering his courage, but ultimately unable to face

Xiaoying .

Only after Xiaoying finally left did her father shakily get out of bed to wash up.

Although her father had "gained"

a lot last night, Xiaoying wasn't the only one emotionally wounded.

Her father ultimately got what he wanted, but he would also have to pay a heavy price.

After getting ready, my father didn't prepare breakfast for me. Perhaps he had no

appetite either. He just sat on the sofa in the living room, staring blankly at our family photo.

The family photo was a picture of me, Xiaoying, Haohao, and my father—the four of us. When desires arise, he doesn't think about his family and responsibilities. When

he saw this family photo , all his emotions began to surge within him, and in the end, my father couldn't help but look at the photo, tears streaming down his face . I waited until 7:30, when it was time to start work at my company, and reluctantly shut down my computer. I took a deep breath. Since I often worked overtime at the company, I had my own toiletries I went to the restroom to wash up. After washing, looking at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. My eyes were bloodshot. Last night had tormented the three of us. Although I hadn't slept a wink, I wasn't sleepy at all. When the company started its new day, I tried my best to throw myself into my work, but I couldn't concentrate. I had no . I dreaded leaving work, yet I also looked forward to it. After yesterday, Xiaoying's place in my heart grew even higher. When she made love with my father yesterday, I felt as if she was about to leave me. The worry unlike anything I had ever experienced before. "You only know how to cherish something after you lose it"—that saying is absolutely true. Because of what happened last night, I didn't despise her; instead, she became more and more important to me. At four o'clock in the afternoon, Xiaoying's time to leave work, I thought about calling her countless times throughout the day, but I couldn't think of anything to say, so I always gave up. Although I had great confidence in Xiaoying's mental fortitude, I couldn't help but feel some worry. At four o'clock, the day's work was winding down, and during a brief respite, I turned on my computer . Xiaoying hadn't arrived home yet. My father seemed a little better, though his face was still haggard; he was busy in the kitchen. Looking at the dishes, it seemed dinner would be plentiful. My father carefully prepared each dish; was he trying to make amends to the family? While cooking , he frequently went to the living room to check the time. He seemed very afraid, but he knew this was unavoidable and something he would have to face sooner or later. Time slowly ticked to 4:02. Normally, Xiaoying should be home by then, but the time had come, and she hadn't arrived. Had something happened? My heart tightened. My hands trembled as I picked up my phone, ready to call Xiaoying. But I didn't have the courage to dial. I was afraid; I was afraid that my worst fears would come true. Another minute slowly passed. Seeing that Xiaoying still hadn't come home, I unlocked my phone with my sweaty hands , ready to call her. But before I could even dial, I heard the sound of a door lock opening in the video call. The door opened, and Xiaoying's weary figure walked in. Seeing her inside, I breathed , turned off my phone again, my palms already drenched in sweat. Hearing the door open, my father, busy in the kitchen, trembled violently. His hand, chopping vegetables, shook , almost cutting himself.

He paused for a moment, then buried himself in cooking again, unable to face Xiaoying.

When Xiaoying arrived home, she changed her shoes and sat on the sofa in the living room. Her face was pale, and she

looked pitiful.

Her eyes were still a little red and swollen, though not as noticeably; she must have used eye drops during the day

.

After sitting down, she opened her handbag and took out several items. Because they

were all packaged, I couldn't see what they were.

Her father continued working absentmindedly, fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

Time passed slowly. The dishes were all cooked, but her father didn't have the courage to bring them out.

Time continued to pass. Xiaoying remained seated on the sofa, her eyes fixed straight ahead, lost in thought

.

"Come here for a moment."

The voice was cold and devoid of emotion, the tone icy. Unlike usual, after a day

and a night of calming down, Xiaoying showed no sign of forgiving her father.

Hearing Xiaoying's "command," the father had no choice but to muster his courage and face everything. He slowly walked into

the living room , not daring to look up the whole time, his hands nervously rubbing his apron,

cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

Like a child who had done something wrong, he trembled as he approached Xiaoying.

"Take off your pajamas."

These words made both the father and me, sitting in front of the computer, widen our eyes. What was going on? Was Xiaoying

planning to have sex with the father again before I got home? Impossible! Judging from Xiaoying's behavior, she wouldn't

have any intention of having sex with the father. Perhaps she wouldn't.

The father seemed not to have reacted. He looked up at Xiaoying blankly, his eyes filled with confusion and disbelief.

"Take off your pajamas,"

Xiaoying repeated, her eyes cold and determined as she looked at the father, as if

she would devour him if he refused.

Facing Xiaoying's resolute yet emotionless gaze, Father's eyes were filled with pain and confusion. Although he didn't know

what Xiaoying was going to do, he felt guilty towards her, so he tremblingly took off

his apron , then slowly unbuttoned his pajamas, finally removing them completely. His

upper body was now naked before Xiaoying and me. After Father took off his shirt, Xiaoying glanced at the clock by the door and realized it was

getting late .

She gritted her teeth and began taking something out of her bag—it seemed to be medicine.

Xiaoying picked up a disinfectant swab and began disinfecting the wound on Father's shoulder. The wound was

a bite mark she had made the night before; although it had scabbed over, it was still very noticeable, covered in blood clots.

Xiaoying anxiously treated Father's wounds, including the scratches on his wrists from the previous night

.

After finishing, Xiaoying applied bandages to the wounds—

six bandages on the scratches on both arms and two on the bite mark on his shoulder.

After applying the plaster, Xiaoying took out a large plaster, but due to the limited video view, she couldn't read

the instructions . She then applied the plaster to her father's shoulder.

"Wear these two wristbands. If Jincheng asks, just say you accidentally strained your wrist a couple of days ago

. The plaster on your shoulder is for frozen shoulder; just say it's a flare-up. In short, I

don't want Jincheng to find any clues."

After applying the plaster, Xiaoying handed her father two wristbands in hard plastic packaging. They were the kind of elastic cotton

wristbands used to wear when I played basketball in high school.

I really hadn't expected Xiaoying to use this method to cover up the injury, and it was practically flawless.

First of all, her father's arm hadn't fully recovered, so using wristbands to cover up an accidental strain

was perfectly understandable .

Moreover, her father had always had frozen shoulder, a problem stemming from overwork when he was younger. Since he

got older, it would flare up whenever it rained or was cool.

It must be said that Xiaoying's thinking was very sharp and adaptable.

When speaking to her father, Xiaoying remained focused, using no superfluous words, and her tone was still

cold, devoid of any emotion.

After she finished speaking, a bitter look appeared on her father's face, though he didn't show it too obviously; he

simply nodded slightly in response.

"I just don't want Jincheng to find out everything, don't overthink it," Xiaoying said coldly to

her father as she picked up her bag to go to the bedroom after finishing with her father . Hearing this, her father bit his lower lip tightly, his face contorted in pain. Xiaoying's words were a clear indication that she was treating her wound to prevent him from discovering their intimacy from the previous night, not out of concern for him. It was a deliberate attempt to prevent him from "deluding himself," and a clear indication of her intention to completely distance herself from him. Hearing Xiaoying's "heartless" words, the pain in her father's heart was unimaginable. Seeing this, I couldn't help but feel heartache and sympathy for my father. Ultimately, he was just a simple old man . Lust is a dangerous thing; how many men have fallen at the feet of women? My father was just a simple man. With all my "arrangements" and "fueling," could he have maintained his composure? Wasn't all of this caused by me, the one pulling the strings behind the scenes ? Was my father wrong? One can only say that my father was wrong, but he shouldn't bear the responsibility. The mistakes he made are mistakes any physiologically normal man would make, and my father was no exception. Although I sympathize with and feel heartache for my father, I haven't lost my normalcy because of the pain he's endured.

Thinking.

Did Xiaoying really do all this for her father to cover up the marks? I don't think so. If it were just

to cover up the marks, Xiaoying could have simply put a wrist brace on him and applied

a useless shoulder pain ointment. There was no need for disinfection or adding an extra layer of bandage. These small

details show that Xiaoying still cares about her father. After all, she caused the wounds, and

he is her father-in-law and elder. Doesn't she feel even a little bit guilty for hurting an elder like this

? Also, after last night's in-depth conversation, has her father's position in Xiaoying's heart subtly

changed ? I can only speculate about all of this, but her father is completely oblivious to all of this right now.

After bowing his head and grieving for a while, he raised his head, closed his eyes tightly, and pursed his lips

, forcibly holding back his tears. He didn't let any tears fall, only a few at the corners of his eyes. He wiped

his eyes with his apron, then occasionally twitched his nose as he put on the wrist brace, put on his nightgown and apron, and then bravely

went to the kitchen to get busy.

At this moment, I suddenly realized how pitiful my father was. After Xiaoying went to her bedroom, she ignored what her father was

doing and rummaged through the closet.

Finally, she pulled out a set of pajamas she hadn't worn in a long time. It was an extremely conservative set, with sleeves and a collar

, similar to a winter outfit. Xiaoying found it and put it on

.

While Xiaoying was changing, I noticed the hickeys on her upper body were still there, though faded

considerably. Those were left by my father last night.

Xiaoying wore this conservative set of pajamas to cover them up.

After changing, Xiaoying sat blankly on the bed in her bedroom, checking the time on

her phone . Perhaps she knew the time to face me was getting closer.

My father put the food on the table and then went to his own bedroom. He lay face down on

his bed, his expression unreadable.

Everything in the house was incredibly oppressive.

I checked the time; it was time to leave work. Ultimately, I had to face it. I rubbed my tense

facial muscles and started packing to leave.

Walking home, even on the bus, my mind was filled with thoughts of everything my family might

face , constantly contemplating coping strategies.

Before I knew it, I arrived at my front door. I stood outside my building, key in hand , but hesitated to insert it into the lock.

I paused for a long time, trying to muster my courage. Just as I was wavering, my phone rang. Looking at the caller ID, it was Xiaoying. I must have been late for work, so she was calling to check on me. Since my phone was already ringing, I knew I couldn't hesitate any longer. I rejected the call and unlocked the door. Everything in the house came into view. I saw Xiaoying running towards me in her conservative winter pajamas. Unlike before, this time Xiaoying threw herself into my arms and hugged me tightly. "What's wrong, darling?" Although I felt strange, I remained calm and gently asked Xiaoying. At the same time, my gaze swept across the living room. Was Father still in the bedroom? He hadn't come out yet. "Nothing, I just missed you so much, husband," Xiaoying said in a trembling voice, even with a hint of tears. "You missed me after just one day and one night? Silly girl." I gently pushed Xiaoying away, then gently stroked her hair. She still smelled of the fragrance from her bath . Xiaoying gently wiped her eyes, then began to help me change my shoes and take off my suit. "Yes, you didn't come all night. I don't know why, but I just missed you so much, hehe," Xiaoying said playfully with a smile, but I always felt that it was a forced smile. Although Xiaoying tried to hide it, no matter how she tried, it wasn't a genuine smile from the heart. "Where's Dad?" I asked, feigning surprise, while glancing around the living room. "Oh, Dad's shoulder pain flared up, he's not feeling well, he's in the bedroom." Hearing my question, Xiaoying, who was about to hang up my suit jacket, suddenly jerked, almost dropping it . Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke. "Oh, I'll go see Dad," I replied casually, walking towards my father's bedroom. During this time, I kept glancing at Xiaoying out of the corner of my eye, noticing her trembling became even more pronounced and intense; perhaps she was afraid I'd discover something suspicious. I opened the door to my father's bedroom. He was still lying face down on the bed, his face turned to the side at the foot of the bed. Hearing me enter, his body trembled slightly, though he seemed to be trying hard to control it . "Dad, Xiaoying said you weren't feeling well. Is it serious?" "Oh, it's nothing, just a flare-up of my frozen shoulder and a muscle strain in my wrist. It's nothing, I'll be fine after some rest." Perhaps due to excessive nervousness, he hadn't fully remembered the words Xiaoying had taught him, and his answer was hesitant and trembling. "Dad, why is your voice trembling? Are you really alright?" "Really, I'm fine. You should go eat. I'm not feeling well, so I won't eat dinner." My father remained in that position, not even turning his head to face me while speaking to me.

I tried to persuade my father to eat, but he stubbornly refused. I had no choice but to go to

the living room and eat with Xiaoying.

Xiaoying and my father were afraid I would find out anything, and I was afraid they would find out anything about me,

so I tried to speak as little as possible, thinking "the more you say, the more mistakes you make

. "

During the

meal her gaze remained fixed on me, her eyes filled with deep emotion and guilt,

as if tears were about to fall.

Xiaoying kept putting food on my plate, constantly asking about my work, as if she had

endless .

"Honey, how about we go on a trip? Just the two of us,"

Xiaoying suddenly whispered to me.

I opened my mouth wide, chewing my food, almost spilling it.

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