The green shawl, I long for it so much.

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The evening after Mid-Autumn Festival, with nothing to do, my wife and I chatted idly. "Honey, Old Wang next door is a nice guy." "Yeah, very handsome." "He seems to have a crush on you." "Don't talk nonsense." "You two get along really well." "Just gossiping." "His wife isn't much to look at." "Yeah, ugly." "She keeps a close eye on Old Wang." "Yeah, she watches him every time he comes in." "Actually, you don't have to be so petty. I'm not that narrow-minded." My wife was taken aback, staring at me for a while, knowing I wasn't lying, but said, "You're so insightful?" She then got up and went to the kitchen, humming a little tune, her steps light. Soon, a table full of delicious dishes was served, and unexpectedly, a bottle of thatch tea was also brought out. "I didn't do anything special, why such a high-class treat?" My wife smiled without answering, blushing. I asked again, "Is Old Wang home? Shall we invite him over for a few drinks?" "Is that alright? You'll have to pay." Of course, I'd pay. After we sat down, I first offered Old Wang a strong coffee, heavily spiked with Viagra. Kid, you can't help but be tempted! During the meal, Old Wang became increasingly uneasy, glancing at his wife every now and then. After a few drinks, his eyes were practically glued to her, his lustful gaze making me feel embarrassed for him. His wife also took a small sip, her face becoming increasingly rosy, with a touch of first love's shyness. This allure intoxicated me first. Old Wang, after all, didn't dare to overstep his bounds because of me. To cover his embarrassment, he diligently poured more wine and enthusiastically urged me to drink. He probably understood that if I didn't drink another glass, he wouldn't have a chance. Ha, his enthusiasm was so great, he practically wanted to pour the wine down my throat, as if he were the one treating me. Well, I took the opportunity, drinking quickly and rapidly, soon becoming drowsy and incoherent, "drunk" and lying on the sofa. They didn't hesitate, quickly getting me to the bed in the small room, while Old Wang dragged his wife out by the hand. Do you think I'm stupid? I may be drunk, but my mind isn't. Even with my eyes half-closed, I can still see clearly. She didn't forget to close the door behind her. About ten minutes later, I heard the door open, and my wife came in and softly asked, "Are you alright?" Her trembling voice sounded like she'd just been through a terrible shock. I responded with even louder snoring. My wife quietly closed the door and went out again. I wondered why my wife was so agitated. I couldn't help but get out of bed, thinking there was going to be a good show. I gently pushed the door open; there was resistance. Peeking through the crack, I saw a chair blocking the way. Luckily, I was gentle and didn't make a sound. She was keeping an eye on me. Oh well, I shouldn't frighten my wife. I closed the door and went back to bed. Whatever happens in the other room, let it be. Whether they suffer or are exhausted, they have only themselves to blame! Thinking this, I actually fell asleep. The next morning, I woke to find my wife nestled against my leg, her face radiant with happiness, fast asleep, like a contented baby after a good meal. Her rosy cheeks glowed with captivating joy, like clouds and rosy dawn, utterly endearing. Sleeping beauties are the most enchanting. Over the years, whenever I've been moved, my wife has adopted this position at night—a silent expression of gratitude, a testament to her happiness. At that moment, I dared not move, imagining the passionate lovemaking they had shared the previous night. As I thought, I felt a surge of heat rising in my lower abdomen, making my manhood swell as if injected with adrenaline. I tried my best to restrain myself, unwilling to disturb my wife's sweet dreams. Was she dreaming of my deep affection? Or of Old Wang's passion? Deep affection is like aged wine, passion like new brew. I secretly vowed that one day, I would let her drink both the old and new wines! I would let her enjoy the privileges of a queen, and with the help of Old Wang's or Old Zhang's passion, I would send her to the clouds of sexual bliss.

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