My story with two lovers (true experience)

This is a true story; please do not reproduce it.

1.
In 2013, I was simultaneously dating two women, one fourteen years old and the other thirty-four.
Let me start with the younger one; she was in her second year of junior high school at the time. We met on QQ; she contacted me first, and we quickly became acquainted.
Through our conversations, I learned that her parents ran a seafood wholesale business in Dongguan, and she lived with her grandparents. Four years prior, her parents had given birth to a younger brother in Dongguan. Aside from sending money home, they barely paid any attention to her, and her grandparents couldn't understand her thoughts and feelings. At school, she had few friends and was very lonely.
She loved chatting with me, willing to share everything with me, whether happy or troubled. I often used my adult experience and perspective to guide her, helping her analyze and resolve her worries.
I thought at the time that for such a young girl to chat with a middle-aged man like me, she must be incredibly lonely, lacking sufficient love in her life, and seeking solace in the adult world. I felt both sympathy for this melancholy girl and an irresistible urge to get closer to her.
At that time, I had been single for two years, divorced from my ex-wife with no children. Being alone was quite boring, and having a pretty young woman I could chat with so easily was a great pleasure in my life. After chatting online for a while, I decided to meet her. The only psychological barrier was our age difference. I was thirty-seven that year, twenty-three years older than her, only three years younger than her father, and the same age as her mother.
Just as I was hesitating, she invited me to meet. I overcame my psychological barrier and agreed. One afternoon at the end of May, we met on a pedestrian street in a shopping district. She had just finished school. She looked very pretty and innocent, tall and slender at 1.64 meters, much taller than her peers.
We didn't feel much awkwardness at first sight and quickly became familiar with each other, just like online. However, because of the age difference, I always felt that people around us were looking at us strangely. She, on the other hand, was very open and chattering away. We strolled around the pedestrian street for a while, and then I treated her to barbecue. I asked her if her grandparents would mind if she didn't go home for dinner.
She said she had a close female classmate whose parents were busy with work, so she was often home alone. She often went to that girl's house after school to do her homework, sometimes staying for dinner, and often ordering takeout. That was the reason she came out to meet me today.
Although she seemed very lively, I noticed a hint of melancholy in her eyes that seemed very incongruous with her age. I knew it was caused by long-term loneliness.
After we finished eating, I planned to drive her home, but she said taking the bus was more convenient, so I took her to the bus stop. When we passed a flight of stairs, we didn't use the steps; I jumped down first. When she jumped, because she was wearing a short skirt under her school uniform, she was exposed, and I saw her underwear. Her legs were quite long and beautiful, which made my heart flutter.
At the bus stop, she said she had a lot of fun hanging out with me and asked if we could meet up again in the future. I laughed and said of course. She smiled happily, turned and jumped onto the bus, walked to the window and waved goodbye to me, and I waved back.
Watching the bus drive away, I thought to myself, this is truly a beautiful night.
As soon as I got home, I received a message from her on QQ, telling me she got home and that she was especially happy today. I said I was happy too and told her to go to sleep early. She said goodnight and added a smiley face.
I opened a can of beer and went to the balcony, sipping it while looking at the night view outside. I hesitated, wondering if I should continue this game. Although my meeting with her was partly out of sympathy, my motives were definitely not pure. She was still so young; could I bear to do what I subconsciously wanted to do to her? But since it had already begun, if I stopped now, she would definitely be disappointed and sad.
A few days later, we met again, again after her school, on the same pedestrian street where we had met before. This time, she wasn't wearing her school uniform from last time. Instead, she wore a stylish white dress, high heels, and some makeup, making her look prettier and more mature. Plus, she was tall, so she didn't look like a middle school student.
I asked her why she dressed like that. She said she wanted to look more mature so the age gap between us wouldn't seem so big. I asked again, "Won't the teacher scold you?" She said she only got ready in the bathroom after school.
It was probably her first time wearing high heels; she twisted her ankle on the first step, turning pale with pain. I quickly helped her to a nearby chair, knelt down, took off her shoe, and checked her ankle. It was quite swollen.
I felt sorry for her and gently massaged it, asking if it hurt. She hissed and cried out in pain. I looked around and saw a pharmacy nearby, so I told her to wait there and ran to the pharmacy quickly.
Soon, I bought a bottle of liniment for sprains and bruises. I sprayed it on her ankle and gently massaged it to help the medicine be absorbed better. While I did all this, she watched me silently. In the days that followed, she told me that she fell in love with me from that day on. No one had ever cared for her like I had this time. Her parents had moved to Dongguan when she was very young, and her grandparents, being sexist, didn't like her much. Little did
she know, my actions that day were partly out of concern, and partly a deliberate attempt by a grown man to win her favor.
After applying the medicine, I asked if it still hurt. She said it was much better. I suggested taking her to the hospital for an X-ray to put her mind at ease. She shook her head, saying it wasn't necessary, that it didn't hurt much anymore. I asked if she was really okay, and she said she was. She said she was hungry and asked me to go eat.
So I led her into the mall, and she held my arm the whole way, limping slightly, which I let her do.
We spent a long time together that day, and after dinner we went to see a movie.
The theater wasn't crowded; there was no one around us. As the movie played, she quietly told me she wanted to be my girlfriend. I hadn't expected her to be so direct, so I decided to remain noncommittal, saying she was too young. She said some girls in her class had already dated, and I said they were them, and you are you, don't follow bad examples. She pouted and said, "Don't you like me?" I laughed, "Of course not," and hugged her. She snuggled into my arms.
Everything that followed was natural; I kissed her and touched her breasts and genitals. Her breasts felt small, which was understandable, given she was only fourteen. She didn't resist at all.
She asked if I wanted her. If I did, she would give herself to me. I said she was too young, and besides, you can't stay out overnight; your grandparents will worry. I also asked if she had ever been with anyone else. She said no, she was a virgin.
After the movie, sure enough, her grandmother called, urging her to go home quickly, so I drove her home. On the way, she asked me, "Yan, you did that to me just now, am I your girlfriend now?"
She had never called me "uncle," always referring to me by my online name, which was also my real name. I hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes." Then I saw her smile, a very happy smile. Facing such a young girl, I really couldn't bear to refuse her.
When we were almost at her house, I gave her the spray and told her to apply it again when she got home, and to do it again the next day. She happily agreed.
The next day, I asked her on QQ if her foot was feeling better, and she said the swelling had completely gone down. She asked when we would meet next, and I said I would contact her after I finished my work for the next few days.
Our third meeting was on the weekend. I took her out for Western food, bought her a dress and a pair of Nike sneakers. She was very happy, saying that no one had bought her anything in a long time. I asked, "Don't your parents buy you anything?" She said they only give her money. I then asked her what she would do if her grandparents asked about these things when she took them home. She said it was fine, she would just say she bought them herself, as she usually had a lot of pocket money.
I had planned to take her home, but she didn't want to go home and wanted to come to my place.
After hesitating and struggling for a while, I took her home. We watched TV for a while, then I hugged her, kissed her, and caressed her. I then took off her top; her small breasts were flat, only slightly protruding. I unhooked her bra, revealing two small, round breasts, and touched them for a while before sucking on her nipples.
Afterwards, we went to bed. She was indeed a virgin and very shy, only relaxing after I comforted her. Her developing body was particularly slender, her buttocks were small and delicate, and her pubic hair was sparse.
When I penetrated her, it felt very tight, and she was in pain and bled. I ejaculated quickly, partly because I was afraid of causing her too much pain, and partly because it was too tight for me to continue. Luckily, I had put on several layers of padding beforehand, so the sheets weren't stained. After we
finished, I told her to go to the bathroom to wash up, and she went naked. Soon after, I heard her calling me. I went to the bathroom, and she asked me how to turn on the hot water. I turned it on for her and told her she could use any of the towels, pointing out which one was for washing her face and which one was for showering.
Back in bed, I comfortably lit a cigarette. After a while, she returned to the bedroom, dried her wet hair with a towel, and snuggled up to me in bed. I held her and talked to her.
We made love again that night, and this time she felt much better, telling me it felt very good.
After that, she often came to my house after school, lying to her family that she was doing homework at a classmate's house. Every time she came, I would cook while she did her homework, and after dinner we would have sex. Sometimes we would have sex first, then take her out to eat, and then I would drive her home. I always dropped her off not far from her house, because I was afraid of being discovered by people who knew her.
When we were together, I was very careful about contraception, always using a condom. Getting such a young girl pregnant was no joke. During that time, I was happy, but also uneasy. After all, she was a minor, twenty-three years younger than me, which made me feel guilty.
We dated for less than a month, and under pressure, I broke up with her. That day, she had just started summer vacation, and she cried, packed her bag, and left my house. Watching her lonely figure walk away, I felt so bad.
Two days later, she texted me, saying she loved me very much, received a lot of warmth from me, and couldn't live without me, begging me not to leave her. Faced with a girl like that, I really couldn't refuse, so I got back together with her.
I remember that it was raining that day. In the evening, she called me, saying she was drinking near my house and wanted to meet me. Without thinking, I went out to find her and found her at a roadside food stall. She was there alone, and cried as soon as she saw me.
I said, "You've grown up, drinking now?" She cried and said, "Will you care about me? Will you feel sorry for me?" I said, "Come back with me." She continued to cry, "I don't need you to care about me." The food stall owner thought we were father and daughter and advised her to go back to her dad. When I paid the bill, I said, "Don't sell alcohol to minors next time." The owner smiled awkwardly.
I took her home, and we kissed as soon as we entered, then went to bed and made love. That night, for the first time ever, I let her stay overnight and we made love four times. It was her first time giving me oral sex; although she was very inexperienced, she was very enthusiastic. I could tell she was trying to please me, so I asked her how she knew how. She said she learned it from porn. I asked again, "Do you watch porn often?" She said she watched it occasionally and had secretly downloaded some out of curiosity.
Before that, she had called her grandparents, lying that she was doing summer homework and eating at a close friend's house. Because it was late and raining heavily, and the girl's parents weren't home, she was scared and stayed overnight.
Later, I asked her if her family had scolded her for not coming home at night. She said it was okay; her grandparents told her not to do that again and hadn't told her parents.
During our sex life, she didn't mind me using various positions, and even let me ejaculate into her mouth once, though she didn't swallow it. I really enjoyed giving her oral sex because such a young girl's private parts are especially clean and tender.
During the time I was dating this young girlfriend, I also had another lover, a 34-year-old married woman, quite beautiful, tall, curvaceous, and very hot. For the sake of narrative convenience, I'll refer to her as my "main lover" from now on.
After my divorce from my ex-wife, I started seeing this "main lover." We met at a card game organized by friends, and after playing cards together a few more times, we quickly went from card buddies to casual sex partners.
Her husband is a civil servant who was temporarily transferred to work in another city a few years ago, and the couple lived apart for long periods. For the past few years, I've mainly been the one having sex with her, satisfying her physical needs. Of course, I also received a lot of satisfaction from her; frankly, our relationship was purely physical.
However, this casual sex partner of mine was really good to me, and quite wealthy. She often bought me things, and she even paid the down payment for the car I was financing—over 100,000 yuan! She also told me that since I was single, she didn't mind if I had a girlfriend.
Dating two lovers simultaneously, enjoying their distinctly different bodies, was incredibly satisfying. One was mature and sexy, the other youthful and innocent—it was truly delightful.
One time, when my older lover was at my place, she found some strands of women's hair and pubic hair on the bed. She told me they weren't from her and asked if I had another lover or a girlfriend. I had to tell her I was dating a fourteen-year-old girl. She was surprised and said, "Are you an old cow eating young grass? And such tender grass at that? Aren't you afraid of going to court?" I said I had checked the law; only having sex with a girl under fourteen is a crime, and she was over fourteen. My
older lover advised me not to play with such a young child, saying it wasn't good for her, and to break up with her as soon as possible and find a proper girlfriend. I laughed and said, "These things depend on fate; you can't force it."
Although my main lover knew about my relationship with my younger girlfriend, she was completely unaware. Then one day, while my main lover and I were in bed, my younger girlfriend suddenly barged in. She had a key to my house, and sometimes when I was busy with work, she would go to my place to do her homework and wait for me to return.
That day, I told my younger girlfriend I was away on a business trip so I could meet my main lover, meaning she shouldn't come looking for me, but she still came. Later I found out that she had come specifically to help me clean my room, do my laundry, and even bought me some household items while I was away.
At the time, I was vigorously having sex with my main lover from behind, her ample white buttocks throbbing, and she was also screaming and groaning. Neither of us noticed my younger girlfriend entering the house until she appeared at the bedroom door. We were both startled and quickly separated. My main lover grabbed a towel to cover his naked body, staring blankly at the unfamiliar young woman before him.
My younger girlfriend was furious, throwing the things she was holding at us and yelling insults, calling my main lover a shameless homewrecker, before storming off. After her outburst, neither my girlfriend nor I wanted to continue. My girlfriend, while pulling her underwear up, told me to hurry and chase after her, lest something bad happen. I had no choice but to get dressed.
Soon, the alarm on my car parked downstairs went off. I looked out the window and saw my girlfriend crying and smashing my car with her backpack, kicking it frantically.
I ran downstairs as fast as I could. The building's security guards and several residents gathered around. I quickly explained that she was my daughter, and that she was smashing my car because she and her father had a fight. They all scolded me for spoiling my daughter too much, saying that a little argument with her father at such a young age would lead to smashing a car, and look what she'd done to it!
My girlfriend retorted that he wasn't her father. But no one believed her; they all thought she was still angry with her father. I quickly smiled apologetically and said I would discipline her properly.
Looking at the scratches on the car door, I felt quite distressed. I'd only bought this Volkswagen Magotan six months ago; it was still very new, and I always treated it like a precious treasure. But seeing her tear-streaked face, I felt even more sorry for her and took her upstairs. Just then, I saw my mistress drive away in her car. Soon after, she sent me a voice message on QQ: "Your little mistress is young but very jealous."
Back home, my girlfriend started hitting, kicking, and biting me. I pushed her away and said, "Have you had enough?" She angrily retorted, "You slept with another woman behind my back! How could you do this to me? You adulterer!"
I was both amused and annoyed by her behavior, so I decided to take off her clothes. She struggled a few times but let me undress her, and then we started having sex.
She cried as we did it, begging me to break up with that woman. Soon, all she could do was moan until I ejaculated. Afterwards, I patiently explained to her that as a single, adult man, it was impossible for me not to have sex, and that woman had been seeing someone for a while. "In terms of who came first," I said, "you're the mistress, aren't you?" She then called me a liar, accusing me of having another woman and still getting involved with her.
I laughed and said, "If you think I lied to you, you can break up with me." She seemed to have my weakness out of her; she fell silent and sobbed quietly. I knew that, with the cunning of a grown man, I had set a gentle trap for this lonely, naive, and love-starved girl, trapping her deep within, making it impossible for her to escape. I cursed myself inwardly for being despicable and shameless, but I understood that I was equally unable to extricate myself from our relationship.
I told my girlfriend that the aunt was a very nice person, that she didn't care about our relationship, and that she could try to get along with her. She scoffed and said, "No."
But a week later, the three of us got together. My boyfriend was incredibly kind to my girlfriend, buying her clothes and shoes, and then the three of us ate together and went to the movies, all on my boyfriend's tab. Wherever we went, people assumed we were a family of three, except that my boyfriend wouldn't allow my girlfriend to call her "aunt," but rather "sister."
This was something my boyfriend and I had planned beforehand, using this method to win over my girlfriend and make her stop objecting to my relationship with him. My boyfriend whispered to me, "Look how good your boyfriend is to your girlfriend, not only spending time with her but also spending money on her." I told her I'd pay her back later, and she rolled her eyes at me, saying, "I don't need your money." She was right; she and her husband both earned a lot. Her husband was a civil servant, she worked in a public institution, and they also owned two coffee shops.
I laughed, "You're not in love with me, are you?" My main lover replied, "Love you my foot! What woman would do something like that for a man she loves? We're just friends with benefits; I'm just making the best of a bad relationship. Besides
, this girl is quite adorable." I could tell my main lover really liked my younger girlfriend. I think it might be her delicate beauty that stirred her maternal instincts; she had a ten-year-old daughter.
Seeing my two lovers getting along so well gave me a sense of smug satisfaction.
In the days that followed, the three of us met up a few more times, eating and playing together. I even considered having sex with both my main and younger lovers, but I didn't go through with it. I mentioned it to my main lover, and she said, "What are you thinking?" It was too embarrassing, and besides, even if I were willing, the girl wouldn't agree. I had to give up the idea.
My girlfriend not only accepted the three-way relationship, but seemed to enjoy it. I guessed that, on the one hand, she was too afraid of losing me, so she could only accept the other man in order to be with me. On the other hand, she lacked parental love in her life, and when she was with me and the other man, subconsciously, she saw us as objects seeking paternal and maternal love.
This three-way relationship didn't last long. In September, the other man's husband ended his job in another city early and returned to Nanchang. She broke up with me. She said that since her husband was back, she didn't want to continue like this with me, firstly because she was afraid of being found out by her husband, and secondly because she felt sorry for him. I agreed and even said I would return the money she had given me to buy a car, but she refused, saying that her husband didn't know about the money. I could only say that I would save it for her, and she could ask me whenever she needed it.
My girlfriend and I stayed together for a few more months. After the first semester of her third year of junior high school, she went to Guangdong to reunite with her parents and study there. After years of hard work, her parents bought a house in Dongguan and achieved a good standard of living, so they wanted to bring their daughter to live with them.
My girlfriend initially didn't want to go, but I persuaded her, saying that conditions in Guangdong were better, and she was still young and should stay with her parents; it would be a better choice for her life. Only then did she agree. At that time, I also wanted to end this May-December romance because I couldn't bear to continue wasting time with this young girl; it would only do her harm.
Before she went to Guangdong in mid-January 2014, I bought her many things—clothes, necessities, and even an iPad. She cried and begged me not to forget her, and told me to visit her in Guangdong someday. I promised, but silently said goodbye to her in my heart.
During the time my girlfriend first went to Guangdong, I felt quite lost, even a little desolate. For the past six months, I had two women by my side, living a vibrant and fulfilling life; now it was all gone, and I was really finding it hard to adjust.
I comforted myself, telling myself that all good things must come to an end. One of them was returning to her family to be a good wife and mother, while the other was starting a new life; it was good for them both.
At that time, my girlfriend often contacted me on QQ, saying she missed me and asking when I would visit her. I could only comfort her gently, telling her to study hard and try to get into a good high school.
Two months after she left, I was sent by my company to work in Africa for two years. This had been arranged before my girlfriend went to Guangdong, but I had kept it a secret from her. My reason for doing this was to take this opportunity to end this unspeakable relationship and let her live a normal life.
On the day I left the country, I deleted my QQ account and deactivated my phone number before boarding the plane.

2.
Arriving in Africa, in completely unfamiliar foreign land, in the loneliness of my heart, I missed my lovers terribly.
Especially my girlfriend; I missed her terribly, wondering how she was doing in Dongguan? Was she adapting to her new school and getting along well with her new classmates? Was she getting along well with her parents, with whom she had never been close? Not a day went by that I didn't think about her.
But I still restrained myself from calling her, because I couldn't hold her back any longer. She didn't contact me either. I didn't know if she had forgotten me, because she couldn't reach me at all. After all, I was on the other side of the world, my phone number in China was useless, and my QQ account was deleted.
Only then did I realize that I had already fallen in love with my girlfriend, a girl twenty-three years younger than me. Regarding our relationship, I couldn't control the situation as I had imagined, to be able to move forward and backward as easily as I had thought, to let go as I pleased.
I also often thought about my ex-girlfriend, about all the good things she had done for me, and imagined that she and her husband must be very loving now. Her husband probably will never know that during the days he was away from home, a man was helping him satisfy his wife's physical needs.
Sometimes my colleagues and I would go to prostitutes, and we would often encounter those thirteen or fourteen-year-old black girls. Whenever this happened, I couldn't help but think of my girlfriend, and all the little things we had done together.
Days passed by like this. Two years is neither a long nor a short time. Amidst my longing for her, my work in Africa came to an end. Before returning to China, I felt a strange excitement. I asked myself, "Is it because I can see my girlfriend again?" But I knew I couldn't possibly go back to her; the past was the past.
In March 2016, I returned to China. I didn't use my old phone number again, afraid she might suddenly contact me, and I knew I didn't have the willpower to refuse her.
Not long after I returned, I became close to my ex-wife, and later we even slept together.
My ex-wife was six years younger than me, and very beautiful and with a great figure. A few years ago, she divorced me because of an affair, and she desperately wanted to marry her lover, who was more than ten years older than her. But whether his wife absolutely refused or he was deliberately playing with her, the older man never divorced her, and the two broke up when I went abroad.
A year before I returned to China, my father fell ill and underwent surgery. I'm an only child, and we don't have many relatives in Nanchang. My mother couldn't manage alone, so she asked my ex-wife for help. Neither she nor my father knew the real reason for my divorce.
My ex-wife took excellent care of my father, and after his discharge, she frequently visited my parents, helping them with chores and winning their hearts. Because of this, I started seeing her again. She said she still loved me, tearfully begging for my forgiveness, but she didn't expect to remarry me; she just wanted to be friends.
How could I forgive her for cheating on me so badly? However, even a day of marriage is a hundred days of kindness. She's a woman, not young anymore, and I felt sorry for her being treated so badly by her lover. Plus, she took good care of my parents while I was away, so I didn't refuse to see her. We kept in touch occasionally, even having meals together.
One evening, it was my mother's birthday. My ex-wife and I had dinner at my parents' house, and I took her home. When we arrived at her apartment complex, she said she didn't want to be alone and asked me to have some red wine and chat with her. I understood what she meant, so I went upstairs with her. At that time, I was feeling empty and lonely because neither of my lovers were around.
My ex-wife took a shower first, and then came out to drink and chat with me. At thirty-four, she had a charming mature woman's allure. She was only wearing a revealing nightgown, without a bra, her breasts constantly swaying in front of me.
We naturally embraced, lingered on the sofa for a while, and then went into the bedroom to have sex. That night, I stayed at my ex-wife's place. She hadn't had sex in a long time either, and we were like dry tinder meeting a raging fire.
After our first time, my ex-wife asked me why I wasn't seeing my old girlfriend anymore. I knew she was referring to my old lover.
That year, my ex-wife asked me to transfer ownership of the property—the house she'd lived in since our divorce. She wanted to compensate me for my share, but at a price far below market value—just a token amount. My ex-wife's lover yelled at me, "Are you stupid? That woman should have been kicked out, why should I give her away for free?" I said it was our joint property, and besides, I had my own house; I couldn't let her be homeless.
My ex-wife's lover yelled at me again and insisted on going with me. She was afraid I'd soften and give up the money, making things even easier for my ex-wife. I had no choice but to take her to the housing administration office. My ex-wife's lover was there too; I guess the money she was supposed to compensate me came from him.
He was several years older than me, much less attractive, almost bald, and didn't look wealthy at all. I really don't know what kind of spell he cast on my ex-wife to make her so devoted to him. The only reason I could think of was that his thing worked better than mine.
My ex-lover appeared in front of those two as my girlfriend, subtly mocking them and showing off to them on my behalf. Although she was three years older than my ex-wife, she was prettier and had a better figure, which helped me save face.
I told her she had a husband and we hadn't been in contact for a long time. My ex-wife said, "So you were a married woman! Shameless." She still harbors resentment towards my ex-lover's sharp tongue. I said, "Who are you calling shameless?" My ex-wife said, "I'm talking about her!" I said, "Weren't you a married woman back then?" My ex-wife's face turned red and white.
After that, my ex-wife and I slept together quite a bit. As far as I was concerned, I needed women anyway, and free sex was free, especially since my ex-wife was quite charming. Ever since she started sleeping with me, she'd call me "husband" all the time. I told her we weren't married anymore, so she shouldn't call me that. She said she liked it, and I figured it was just a form of address, so I let her be!
I know she wants to remarry me, but she's too embarrassed to say it directly. So I play dumb with her and don't take her advances. That's why I always use condoms when we have sex; if she gets pregnant, things will be complicated.
To be honest, I have considered it. I'm an only child, and my parents are getting old, both in their sixties. My dad's health isn't good, and he's been waiting to hold his grandson for so many years without even seeing a hair on his head. I feel really guilty towards them. They also hope my ex-wife and I can start over. Sometimes I really want to grit my teeth and get back together with her. But I can't completely ignore what my ex-wife did in the past.
One reason I haven't taken her advances is that I still can't get over her infidelity, but that's not the main reason, since I've been with other men's wives too. The main reason is that I still have feelings for her, my girlfriend who's 23 years younger than me. I can't forget her. Because subconsciously, I still hope for the day we can get back together. Although this imagined scene was nothing more than a mirage to me,
I felt it was fine this way; better to cherish the memory than to meet again. For her life, it was better to bury my love for her deep in my heart than to try and get back together with her. But fate never lets people live the way it wants.
Six months after I returned to China, my company had a project that needed approval, and coincidentally, my ex-lover's husband was in charge of that area, so I took the initiative to meet with her and ask for her help.
I hadn't seen my ex-lover for three years; she was thirty-seven years old, still graceful and maintaining a stunning figure. By then, her coffee shop business had expanded further, and she had opened another branch.
That day, we met at her newly opened coffee shop. She was wearing a fashionable, tight-fitting dress, carrying a Hermes handbag, her figure graceful and alluring, captivating me. As soon as we met, she launched into a tirade against me, complaining that I had vanished into thin air after my trip to Africa, and that I hadn't contacted her since my return, nor could she reach me.
Despite her fiery temper, she used to be genuinely good to me. She bought me clothes and a phone, even helped me buy a car, and stood up for me against my ex-wife.
I could only smile apologetically and say I didn't want to bother her, in case her husband found out… She interrupted me, saying, "Alright, alright, stop with the nice things. What do you need?" So I told her the whole story. My ex-
girlfriend, after listening, scoffed, saying I was ungrateful and wouldn't have contacted her if I hadn't needed her help. I smiled and said all the nice things before she finally agreed to help.
I can't remember who initiated it that day, but after we finished talking business, we went to my place. I didn't drive; I took my ex-girlfriend's car. She had recently bought a brand-new Audi Q7. I'd never driven such a nice car before, and I said driving a nice car is so much fun. She said if I liked it, I could borrow it for a few days. I laughed and said, "No thanks, I'm afraid I might accidentally scratch it. My beat-up Passat is much more comfortable."
We got to do it as soon as we got home. My mistress, like always, was screaming and raving. After her climax, she told me, "Making love with you is so much better than with my husband."
I knew she wanted to rekindle our casual sex relationship, so I laughed and said, "If you ever feel itchy, just come to me. I offer free service, I'm available anytime, and I guarantee you'll be satisfied." She giggled and said, "You
're so naughty!" Just then, my ex-wife called to discuss my father's birthday. She's been incredibly attentive to me and my family lately, even more so than before our divorce. I said it's just my 68th birthday, nothing special, a simple celebration will do. My ex-wife said no, and started rambling on on the phone. With my mistress there, I didn't want to argue, so I just said a few words and hung up.
My mistress asked, "Who was that?" I guessed she recognized my ex-wife, so I didn't want to hide it from her and told her directly.
She seemed quite disappointed and said, "How did you end up with her again?" She's really forgotten the pain once the wound heals. Didn't she marry someone else? I briefly told her what happened.
Her ex-wife cursed him, saying he deserved it. Then she asked me if I was planning to remarry her. I said she insisted on divorcing me, eager to marry her lover, but he dumped her and cheated on me. Why would I remarry her?
I could clearly feel my mistress breathe a sigh of relief. She laughed, "So you're still with her? You even celebrated your dad's birthday. What's the difference between you and a married couple? Have you slept with her all this time?"
I had no choice but to admit it. My mistress said somewhat unhappily, "If you want to sleep with women, you can come to me! Why do you have to go to your ex-wife?" I said, "When we broke up three years ago, didn't we agree not to see each other again? How was I supposed to know this would happen?" She seemed relieved.
I added, "I was just using her as a free prostitute, to get revenge for being cheated on back then." My mistress laughed, "Didn't you also cheat on my husband? Weren't you also taking advantage of me for free?" I laughed, "Who's taking advantage of whom is still uncertain. You're the one taking advantage of me, aren't you? All the flowers you bought me a few years ago were payment for prostitution." She kicked me, giggling, "Get lost! If I really wanted to take advantage of someone, there are plenty of young, handsome men out there. Why would it be your turn?"
Then she said, "If you want to find a woman to settle down with, I'll say it again, I don't mind. But there's one condition: don't get entangled with your ex-wife anymore. She's ruined you terribly, hasn't she?" I nodded and said, "I'll distance myself from her."
We talked for a while longer, and my mistress told me something. Her husband had a comrade-in-arms in Dongguan whose second wife had given birth to their son. This May, when the son turned 100 days old, she invited her husband to a birthday party and a few days' stay, and she went along too.
Hearing this, I laughed and said, "Dongguan is a man's paradise! Your husband's comrade-in-arms invited him over, why did you go?" My mistress rolled her eyes at me and said, "Do you know who owns the restaurant where the birthday party is?" I shook my head, puzzled, and asked, "Who?" "
It's your little mistress's father," she said. My heart skipped a beat, and my eyes widened. My mistress continued, "The restaurant owner is a friend of her husband's comrade-in-arms, so the birthday party was held there."
The restaurant owner, along with his wife, daughter, and son, came to toast the couple's table. Both the younger girlfriend and the older lover recognized each other, but pretended not to. Later, the younger girlfriend secretly spoke to the older lover for a while, asking about me. The older lover said it wasn't convenient to talk about it now, but suggested meeting for tea another day.
The younger girlfriend told the older lover that tomorrow was Monday and she had to go back to school; she was a sophomore at a high school in Guangzhou. The older lover said, "Okay, I'll come to Guangzhou to see you and treat you to dinner." The younger girlfriend said her studies were very demanding, and she spent all day at school. The older lover could come to her school between afternoon dismissal and evening self-study.
The older lover asked for the younger girlfriend's phone number, which she dialed. The older lover noticed it was a Nanchang number and found it a bit strange, but didn't ask further.
The next day, the older lover told her husband she was going to Guangzhou to visit a friend's daughter, and that afternoon, she entered the younger girlfriend's school as a parent. She brought her girlfriend a takeout from Country Style Cooking, along with some snacks and nutritional supplements.
After her girlfriend finished eating, the two strolled and chatted on the playground. Her boyfriend affectionately put his arm around her girlfriend's shoulder, like a mother and daughter. They hadn't seen each other for two or three years. When they were together, her boyfriend treated her very well and bought her many things, so her girlfriend was quite close to him.
Her boyfriend asked her girlfriend why she was still using her old phone number. Her girlfriend said she had two phone numbers, one of which was from Guangzhou. She kept the old number because she was afraid of losing contact with old friends and acquaintances.
The two lovers talked a lot that night, about the past, and of course, about me. It was then that her girlfriend learned that not long after she went to Guangdong, I went to Africa for two years. No wonder she couldn't get through to me on the phone or QQ; she didn't have her boyfriend's number back then and had no way to contact me.
Her girlfriend asked her boyfriend about my current situation, and he said she had also lost contact with me for a long time.
My boyfriend told me that although my girlfriend hadn't said anything, he could tell that she'd always had feelings for me all these years. Otherwise, why would she keep that number? I smiled faintly. Maybe she really was afraid of losing contact with old friends and acquaintances? My boyfriend said, "Yan, are you stupid? How many friends does she have here? She's just waiting for you to contact her."
My boyfriend sent my girlfriend's Guangzhou number to my phone, saying that both numbers could be used to contact her. I asked, "Did she ask you to do this?" My boyfriend said no, she didn't know I'd reconnect with you. I shook my head and laughed, saying there was no need. My boyfriend said, "Yan, although she doesn't say it, her melancholy eyes can't lie to me. She still loves you, just like before. Anyway, I've told you everything. Whether you contact her or not is up to you." She added, "I know you still can't forget her. Why force yourself?"
I said, "What's the point of contacting her? What's the point of seeing her again?" "I can't possibly marry her, can I? I'm so much older than her, old enough to be her father." My lover said, "Isn't there only a 23-year age gap between you two? What era are we living in? How many people care about that? She's unmarried, you're single. When she reaches legal marriage age, you'll be in your prime. What's wrong with marrying her then?" I said, "Have you thought about it? We're getting along well now, but what about in ten years? She won't even be thirty then, and I'll be a decrepit old man in my fifties. How can I be with her then?"
My lover was silent for a long time, then stared at me and said, "Chen Yan, you're a fucking bastard! Didn't you think of these things back then? Why did you get involved with such a young girl, with her family in that situation? You made her fall in love with you so easily, and then you threw her away like a rag, leaving her unable to find you. What is she supposed to do? She was so devoted; I can't even imagine how she's managed these past three years. Just thinking about her melancholy eyes that day makes my heart ache."
Her words left me speechless, and my heart ached. My lover continued, "She's seventeen now, grown taller and prettier than before. Don't you want to see her?"
Her words stirred something within me, but I changed the subject, asking, "Do you love me too?" My lover laughed, "Of course I love you! As the saying goes, familiarity breeds fondness. You've slept with me so many times, and you've made me feel so good. How could I not fall in love with you?" I
laughed, "You're not kidding, are you?" She said, "How could I not? Women are different from men. You men can pull off a penis and then forget about it, but women can't. Haven't you heard the saying? The vagina is the passage for a man to reach a woman's heart. If a man conquers a woman's vagina, he conquers her heart." I couldn't help but laugh, "Where did you get this twisted logic from?"
She laughed too, "I was just kidding! Don't take it seriously. You're too much of a womanizer; you're not suitable to be a husband at all. My husband is much better. Except for his penis, which isn't as good as yours, he's better in every way."
She grabbed my penis and laughed, "We haven't done it in three years, let's have another go." She leaned down and took my penis in her mouth, moving it around. I quickly got hard, and she lifted herself up, saying, "Hurry up."
I hugged her and laughed, "You said you loved me, but you really loved my dick, didn't you?" She giggled, "What else? You're penniless, talented, and not that handsome. Why should I love you? I just want to have fun." As she spoke, she grabbed my penis and pushed it inside her, and we had sex again.
In the time after meeting my lover, I missed my girlfriend even more, and at the same time, I was tormented by guilt. Countless times I almost succumbed to temptation and wanted to call her. Several times I even entered the number and was about to press the call button, but in the end, I forced myself to stop. I told myself, "You've already missed one chance, you can't miss another."
As if it were fate, two months later I got a business trip to Guangzhou. Originally, it was supposed to be one of my colleagues who went, but he had a family emergency and couldn't make it, so I volunteered to go in his place. Subconsciously, I still hoped to see my girlfriend, even though I didn't consciously intend to.
During those few days in Guangzhou, I resisted that strong temptation. I felt that breathing the same air as her, hearing the same noise, and perhaps even walking the same streets she had walked, was equivalent to being with her, and that was enough.
The day I left Guangzhou was a Saturday; my flight back to Nanchang was that evening. After several days of agonizing and hesitating, I finally couldn't resist dialing my girlfriend's cell phone. I dialed her old number from Nanchang. I thought, let's just meet up? Even just to talk, maybe we'll never see each other again.
When the call connected, I found it hard to speak. Her soft voice came through the phone, "Yan, is that you?" She called my name. At that moment, my eyes welled up with tears. Just like my beloved had said, she had been using this number, waiting for me to contact her.
She told me on the phone that she was going into her final year of high school this semester, and her studies were very demanding. She had classes on Saturday mornings, so she could come see me after noon. I said, "Okay, but don't let it interfere with your studies." She said it wouldn't.
We only exchanged a few words, as if we were just old friends who hadn't seen each other for years, without the expected excitement or urgency. For me, I was restraining myself. As for her, I don't know if the past three years had made her more mature, or perhaps more composed?
At two o'clock in the afternoon, we met, after almost three years. Guangzhou in mid-November was still quite warm. She was wearing a denim outfit—jeans, Adidas sneakers, and a tight-fitting T-shirt underneath. It was clear she'd dressed up for me, wearing light makeup.
She laughed, "You haven't changed at all, still so handsome, just a bit darker. Did you get tanned in Africa?" I laughed, "You've changed a lot. You've grown up, even prettier than before."
Seventeen-year-old her was indeed more beautiful, much more mature, and taller, with a shapely figure—quite graceful. She had grown from that delicate little girl into a beautiful, elegant young woman.
I asked her how tall she was, and she said 1.67 meters. Then we both felt awkward, unsure what to say. I asked, "Where shall we go?" She said, "Let's go for a stroll on Shangxiajiu Road. It's quite close."
So she led me to the nearby Shangxiajiu Road, asking as we walked, "How long have you been in Guangzhou? Why did you only contact me now?" I said I'd been busy with work for the past few days and only had some free time today. She then asked when I was going back. I said my flight was tonight. I saw a flicker of disappointment in her eyes. She smiled and said, "You're quite busy."
The arcade buildings lining Shangxiajiu Road exuded the charm of early 20th-century Southeast Asia. We walked and chatted, the atmosphere warm and lively, but I knew there was something between us—a wall built by three years.
I sighed inwardly; it seemed time really could heal all wounds, and she was no longer that fourteen-year-old girl. Perhaps, as my lover had said, she still loved me, but her girlish reserve kept her distance, especially since I had cut off contact with her for nearly three years. The question now was, should I take the initiative to dismantle this wall?
We went to a famous teahouse on Shangxiajiu Road for Cantonese afternoon tea. These teahouses still maintained the old tradition: customers paid for their tickets first, then ordered and picked up their food. She insisted on paying, saying her parents gave her a lot of pocket money, which she usually couldn't spend. I said, "You're still a student, how can I let you pay?" She didn't insist further.
We drank tea and ate Cantonese dim sum while chatting. She told me about her three years of study and life in Guangzhou. Starting in her first year of high school, her parents bought her a small apartment near the school for her convenience.
Because the restaurant business was busy, her parents would come to see her from Dongguan once or twice a month. She usually lived alone there, preparing her own breakfast, eating lunch and dinner at the school cafeteria, and cooking or ordering takeout on Saturdays and Sundays.
I thought that although she was closer to her parents now, she was still essentially left out in the past, just financially supported by them.
She said she could speak Cantonese fluently, though not very standardly. Her parents, through years of hard work, had not only expanded their seafood business but also opened a successful restaurant in Dongguan. Her younger brother was seven years old.
I also told her about my experiences in Africa for the past two years. But she never asked me why I hadn't contacted her all these years. I deliberately avoided the topic.
I asked her to learn a few Cantonese phrases for me, and she did. I said, "You sound pretty good!" She laughed, "You're from out of town, you can't tell." Then she asked, "Are you eating? Why aren't you eating anything?" She picked out a char siu bao for me.
I had no appetite then, my heart filled with mixed emotions. Before meeting her, I was afraid she'd be too intimate with me, making me lose control. Now, her aloofness made me feel disappointed.
We both sensed the distance between us. I knew she was waiting for me to take the initiative to close that distance; three years of experience had forced her to protect herself, and her maturity meant she was no longer the little girl who loved and depended on me so recklessly. This made me feel lost, but I knew what I should and shouldn't do. Time
flew by, and before I knew it, evening was approaching. She asked if I should go to the airport. I said it was still early, I'd take her home first, then we'd take a taxi to the airport; the timing would be perfect, so we wouldn't have to wait too long. She agreed.
Reaching the entrance to the apartment complex, I knew the moment of parting had arrived. I didn't know if we'd ever have the chance or reason to see each other again, and a wave of loneliness washed over me. I saw the same loneliness on her face.
I said, "Why don't you come in?" I planned to watch her enter the complex before leaving. She hesitated for a moment and said, "Would you like to come up for a bit? Do you have enough time?" I hadn't expected her to invite me to her place, and my defenses began to crumble. I smiled and nodded.
When we arrived, it was a two-bedroom apartment, simply yet elegantly decorated and furnished, all with a youthful vibe. She asked me to sit on the fabric sofa, poured me a glass of water from what was clearly a girl's cup, then took off her denim jacket, sat opposite me, and put a cushion on her lap.
Looking at her, dressed only in a tight T-shirt and skinny jeans, casually sitting on the sofa, I secretly admired her figure. I noticed her breasts were noticeably fuller than before, even revealing a hint of cleavage. I couldn't help but wonder if any guy had touched her breasts in the past three years? Had she even slept with any guy?
She asked me a little shyly, "Why are you staring at me like that?" I laughed, "You're even prettier than before." She laughed too, "And even more handsome." I said I was getting old, and she said, "You're only forty this year. A man at forty is in his prime, and being single, you must be very popular."
She even remembered my age accurately, which pleased me. But then she said I was popular with women, which made me a little sad. She asked if I was married now. I said no. She said, "Oh." I then said my ex-wife wanted to remarry me, but I didn't agree. She said "Oh" again, as if it didn't concern her much.
We continued chatting about friendly topics, but I remained hesitant and conflicted. After a while, I had a craving for a cigarette and asked her if I could smoke. She laughed, "Go ahead and smoke if you want. Why are you being so polite?" I smiled and asked if she had an ashtray. She said no, got up and went to the kitchen, then quickly returned with a small dish, placing it in front of me, saying, "You can use this."
While I was smoking, she said, "Shall I sing you a song?" I smiled and said, "Sure!" She picked up a guitar and hugged it to her chest; I had noticed this guitar when I came in. I asked, "Have you learned to play the guitar?" She said, "I learned after coming to Guangzhou, but I'm not very good at it." Then she started playing and singing.
You were born before I was born, and I was born after you had grown old;
you regret that I was born too late, and I regret that you were born too early.
You were born before I was born, and I was born after you had grown old;
I regret that we were not born at the same time, so that I could be with you every day.
At that moment, I said to myself, what was the point of enduring two years of suffering in Africa? What was the point of your forbearance? You thought you were doing it for her own good, but weren't you also putting her in the abyss of unrequited love?
I decided not to waste any more time like this. I went over and knelt down beside her, took the guitar from her arms, gazed at her, and gently stroked her face.
She met my gaze and murmured, "If you don't leave now, you'll miss your flight." I smiled slightly, "I know." Then I kissed her lips. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me back.
I took off her T-shirt and unhooked her bra, revealing her small but round and perky breasts. After three years of development, they were no longer the small buns they were three years ago. I reached out and grasped them, gently stroking them, and lowered my head to suckle her nipples. She hugged my head.
I suckled for a while, then unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. She didn't resist at all, cooperating with me to pull off her jeans and underwear. Her young, beautiful body was fully revealed before my eyes, her legs long and slender, her waist without an ounce of fat, and her pubic hair slightly more abundant than before.
I quickly stripped naked, hugged her and kissed her, then entered her. The moment I entered her, she shed tears. I asked her what was wrong? She said nothing, she was happy.
That day, I still missed my flight. We made love on the sofa first, then moved to the bed. Only then did we open our hearts to each other. After our lovemaking
subsided, she cried and asked me why she hadn't been able to contact me for the past three years, while I had never contacted her. I told her my troubles and, for the first time, told her I loved her. Those three words had been swirling in my heart since I was in Africa, and I had only been able to say them today. She cried and replied, "I love you too, I really love you so much!" She bit my shoulder, making me cry out, leaving a tooth mark.
We talked for a while, then I hugged her from behind, cupping her breasts, and asked, "Has anyone touched you here all these years?" She shook her head, "Never." I asked, "Don't you have a boyfriend? You're so beautiful, and you have such a great figure, you must have a lot of guys pursuing you, right?" She said, "I'm not interested in those young guys."
After a long silence, she asked me, "Are you going back tomorrow?" I said yes. She asked again, "When will we see each other again?" I kissed her neck and said, "I'll come back in two weeks, okay?" She turned around and hugged my neck, we smiled at each other, and she asked if I was still seeing my lover all these years. I said I'd been with her twice since returning to China, but not again.
She smiled and nodded, and we kissed again. After we parted, I knelt down and licked her there for a long time. She said, in a daze, that she wanted me. So I penetrated her again.
That day, from evening until late at night, we made love four times. After the second time, we went out for dinner. Actually, she wasn't hungry because she'd eaten a lot of dim sum at the teahouse in the afternoon, while I'd barely eaten anything, and my stomach was rumbling. So we went out and ate some rice noodle rolls.
After eating, we went back to our place and chatted for a while, then went to the bathroom for a bath together. While bathing, we made love again, then dried ourselves off and went to bed to continue.
After we finished, we talked and talked, pouring out our longing for each other and sharing stories of what had happened to us over the years. It was only then that we realized how much we had missed each other during our separation. She laughed one moment and cried the next, and I shed tears too. We talked and then started making love again. It was as if we wanted to finish all the love we'd owed each year, to say all the words we'd owed each other.
The next day, I woke up, planning to take a shower and then go to the airport. Last night, I'd changed my flight on my phone to noon today. I looked at her, still fast asleep in my arms, and felt an overwhelming tenderness. I kissed her forehead.
She woke up, looking at me sleepily. I smiled slightly and said, "Good morning." She smiled sweetly at me and kissed my lips. We kissed passionately for a while. After we separated, she asked me if her morning temper was bad, and if I'd been bothered by her breath. I laughed and said, "I love your scent all the time." She smiled again, a sweet smile.
We lingered in bed for a while, then went into the bathroom to shower together. We kissed under the showerhead. Even though we'd only made love four times the day before, I was still hard.
We started making love again, but after a while, she said it hurt a little down there and she didn't want to continue. So I pulled out. She said she'd help me with her mouth, and knelt down in front of me, doing it meticulously and patiently until I ejaculated into her mouth. She swallowed it.
I said you didn't have to do that. She laughed, "I love you, I'd do anything for you."
I had originally planned to go to the airport alone, but she insisted on seeing me off, so I let her come with me. On the subway, she took my arm and leaned on my shoulder, whispering, "Will you disappear again after you go back, and I won't be able to find you?" I laughed, "Absolutely not." She added, "You must come in two weeks." I said, "Okay, wait for me."
She murmured, "Let's pinky swear." I smiled and pinky swore with her. She whispered, "Kiss me." I looked around, and when no one was looking, I kissed her on the lips.

3.
From that day on, my girlfriend and I felt like we were back to when she was fourteen. We met twice a month; I usually took the four-hour high-speed train to Guangzhou on Friday afternoon or Saturday morning to spend a day or two with her. Fortunately, her parents didn't visit her often, and even when they did, it was on Sunday afternoons, by which time I was already on my way back to Nanchang.
When we were together, we didn't go anywhere except to the supermarket; we just stayed in her little apartment. She studied, I cooked, or we watched TV or listened to music together. Sometimes we'd go for a walk or go shopping.
Of course, sex was indispensable. Besides in bed, sometimes when she was studying, I'd watch her, and I couldn't help myself, hugging her from behind and touching her all over. She told me not to disturb her, but I persisted, so she had to stop her mental work and we'd start physical work.
I was worried that this would affect her studies, since she had her college entrance exam in six months. But she said it had no effect at all; when I wasn't there, she studied hard, and when I came, she was immersed in love, which actually made her feel more fulfilled and motivated to study.
During this time, my ex-wife came to see me, asking why I had become distant from her these past two months. So I told her frankly that I wouldn't remarry her, nor would I sleep with her again. My ex-wife asked if I had a girlfriend. I said yes. She asked me again who I was. I told her it was none of her business. She assumed it was my ex-lover and asked if my ex-lover had divorced her husband. I said it wasn't her, it was a high school student. She stared at me for a long time and asked if I was crazy. I laughed and said I knew exactly what I was doing.
My ex-wife was furious. She said that since I had no intention of remarrying her, why did I still spend so much time with her, deceiving her feelings and playing with her body? I sneered, "Don't fucking act like you're so pure. Do you think I don't know you're still having an affair with your lover?" She panicked, paused for a moment, and vehemently denied it, saying I was slandering her innocence. I left with a cold laugh.
Actually, I had long suspected that my ex-wife was still secretly seeing her ex-lover. One day, when my ex-wife wasn't home, I installed a pinhole camera and a microphone in her bedroom and filmed her meeting with her lover. That's when I realized that while my ex-wife was trying to remarry me, she was also letting that man take advantage of her body.
I also learned from their conversation that the man had recently come to see his ex-wife again. Perhaps she had enjoyed his advances too much in the past and couldn't resist his temptation, secretly getting back together with him. His ex-wife had even had an abortion for him.
The disgusting sight of this adulterous couple and the ex-wife's moans filled me with anger and nausea, but I remained calm because I felt these things were no longer important to me.
I also told my main lover about my relationship with my younger girlfriend, and that this time, unlike four years ago, I was serious. My main lover understood what I meant. Although she said she was happy for us, I could still sense her disappointment.
She said she wouldn't hook up with me anymore. I held her hand and asked, "Can we still be friends?" She said, "If you're willing, we can be best friends."
Every time I returned to Nanchang from Guangzhou, I looked forward to the weekend after that, because then I could see my younger girlfriend again and be tender and affectionate with her.
And so, time marched on to mid-January 2017, and we celebrated her eighteenth birthday together. I am grateful to have shared the best years of her youth—fourteen and eighteen years old.
但好景不长，有一天我们还是被她的父母给撞上了。三月初，一个周六的下午，当时她在学习，我在给她做饭，她的父母忽然来到住处。我们都不知道她父母为什么突然来了，而且事先没给她打电话。
我和她都被吓得不轻，她父母也惊诧莫名，没有想到女儿的住处竟然有一个中年男人。
我们支支吾吾地搪塞和解释，她说我是她的老师，来给她辅导的。她那精明的母亲从我们脸上的惊慌看出了端倪，很快从垃圾篓里找到了一个刚用过的避孕套。她的父亲暴跳如雷，对我拳打脚踢。我难以还手，并不是我打不过他，而是我没有还手的理由。
当我挨揍的时候，她被她母亲死死抱住，只能对着她父亲大喊，你别打他、我爱他，这使得她爸更加狂怒，老拳揍得更狠。她父亲打完我以后，又冲过去打她，好在她母亲拼命拦着，只是挨了几下而已。
Finally, her father wanted to call the police, but her mother stopped him. After all, she was over eighteen, and it was consensual. Besides, family scandals shouldn't be aired in public. Her father calmed down, locked her in the bedroom, and kicked me out.
Her mother chased after me and took me to her car for a private talk. Her mother drove a Porsche Cayenne, a testament to her parents' wealth. To be honest, although her mother was over forty, she was still very beautiful and charming; I think her beauty was inherited from her mother.
At the time, her mother was wearing a low-cut dress, her breasts prominent, her cleavage deep. In the past, such a beautiful mature woman would definitely have been my ideal hookup. However, under those circumstances, and given that she was her mother, how could I possibly have any such thoughts?
Under her mother's questioning, I confessed that I had been dating her since middle school in Nanchang. This enraged her mother, who berated me as vulgar and shameless for playing with a minor. I said we were truly in love, and I wasn't just playing around. Her mother sneered repeatedly, saying, "You're thirty-seven or thirty-eight, aren't you?" I told her I was forty-one this year, and her mother, upon hearing that I was the same age as her, became even more furious, trembling with rage.
Finally, her mother gave me a vicious warning: if I continued to associate
with her daughter, she would stop us at all costs and deal with me, adding that her husband had connections in both the legitimate and underworld circles in Dongguan. Under such circumstances, what could I say? I understood her mother; if I had a teenage daughter dating and sleeping with a middle-aged man, I would be just as angry and furious. So I promised her mother I would cut ties with her completely.
Back in Nanchang, I couldn't contact her at all. I knew she was being closely monitored by her parents. I was very worried about her, but there was nothing I could do. Several times I impulsively considered going to Guangzhou to find her, but what good would it do? Would it only create greater conflict and tension between me and her parents, and between her and her parents? Besides, this was a crucial time for her to prepare for the college entrance examination.
In anxious waiting, I finally received her call. She told me, crying, that since that day, her mother had moved in with her, neglecting her business to stay by her side every day, and even confiscating her phone. She managed to call me from a classmate's phone while at school.
I comforted her, saying it was better not to contact me then, to focus on preparing for the college entrance exam, and that we could contact each other again, even meet, after the exam. She tearfully agreed.
From then until the college entrance exam, she would occasionally use other people's phones to contact me. Each time, I comforted and encouraged her on the phone, telling her to focus on her studies. She begged me to wait for her; she would come to Nanchang to see me as soon as the exam was over. I smiled and said, "Okay, I'll wait for you."
Though I said that, my heart was filled with endless turmoil and pain. I thought a lot, and I saw less and less of a future between us. Would her parents allow her to marry a man twenty-three years her senior? Would my parents allow me to marry a daughter-in-law twenty-three years younger than me?
More importantly, as the years passed, she would be in the prime of her youth, while I would grow old. Would our love still burn brightly then?
Of course, we could choose not to marry and simply enjoy this time before I grow old, but even if she were willing, how could I bear to waste her youth?
These unsolvable questions lingered in my mind, making the flame of hope in my heart flicker like a candle in the wind, until it was extinguished. On the day the college entrance exam ended that year, I changed my phone number again and re-registered for WeChat.
To prevent her from coming to find me, I moved in with my ex-wife; half of her house should have been mine anyway. I told my ex-wife that my house was being repainted and I would stay with her for a while. She was worried about not having a chance to rekindle our relationship, so she was naturally more than willing.
However, I insisted on staying in the guest room and not having any relations with my ex-wife. Ever since I found out that my ex-wife was still having an affair with her ex-lover, I was no longer willing to let my "second brother" continue to share the same space with that other man's "second brother." My ex-wife thought I was still angry with her, so she tried her best to appease me, saying that she had nothing to do with that man anymore. I couldn't be bothered with her.
Soon, my main lover called me, saying that my girlfriend couldn't reach me and had called her. She told me she didn't have my number either. I told my main lover, "You did the right thing." She asked me, "Yan, are you really planning to break up with her?" I sadly replied, "What else can I do?"
But I couldn't stop missing and worrying about her. In July, I asked my main lover to contact her and learned that she had been admitted to a second-tier university in Hefei, majoring in management.
One day in mid-July, my main lover suddenly called to tell me that my girlfriend had come to Nanchang and immediately came to my house. Finding it empty, she contacted her and asked if I wanted to see her.
I suppressed my impulse and told my main lover to meet her for me, but not to tell her anything and to persuade her to go back to Guangzhou. My main lover said angrily, "Your girlfriend came all the way to find her husband, and you're hiding from her, making me deal with all this mess? Did I owe you something in my past life?" Despite her words, she still met with my girlfriend.
That day, the older lover invited his younger girlfriend to her coffee shop. The girlfriend told him she had run away while her parents were off guard and begged him to take her to see me, or to give her my current contact information or workplace. She had been with me since she was fourteen, but knew very little about me, only roughly what I did, not where I worked.
The older lover, as I asked, told her she hadn't been able to contact me for a long time either. The girlfriend didn't believe him, saying, "I know you love him, so you don't want me to see him." The older lover said, "I'm thirty-eight. Do you think I'm like you young girls, only knowing about love, love, love?" Unable to continue deceiving this infatuated girl, the older lover said, "Since he's avoiding you, he definitely doesn't want to see you anymore. He's doing it for your own good, after all, there's such a big age gap between you. Can't you think about your parents, your future, and him?
" The girlfriend tearfully asked, "Did he ask you to come see me?" The older lover hesitated for a moment, then nodded. My girlfriend said again, "I want to see him. I want to hear what he has to say for myself." My boyfriend said, "Why bother?" My girlfriend wiped away her tears, "Don't worry, as long as he rejects me to my face, I'll give up and go back to Guangzhou."
My boyfriend sighed, went aside to make a phone call to me, and said, "Whether you come or not is up to you. I'm not going to interfere anymore."
When I walked into the coffee shop, I saw my boyfriend and girlfriend sitting together, my girlfriend's face streaked with tears. When she saw me, her eyes were filled with sorrow, and tears streamed down her face again. Seeing her pitiful appearance, my heart shattered, but I forced myself to harden my heart.
My boyfriend got up, nodded to me, and went to attend to the shop, leaving me to talk to my girlfriend alone. That afternoon, my girlfriend and I talked a lot, about her parents, her future, and the unimaginable future we would have if things continued like this.
Tears streaming down her face, she said, "No matter how old you get, I'll love you, just like I do now. Even if you're old and ugly, even if you can't make love to me anymore, even if you can't walk, I'll still love you, and I'll take care of you."
Faced with her devotion, I silently wept inside, almost surrendering to her at that moment. I forced myself to calm down and said, "Even so, I can't bear it. I can't allow you to spend your thirties with an elderly man in his sixties."
Finally, I told her that I was planning to remarry my ex-wife, for my parents' sake, because they were hoping for a grandchild. She choked back tears and said, "Yan, is this really the end for us?"
I suppressed my grief and nodded earnestly. She wiped away her tears and said, "Go!" I said, "I'll book you a ticket and take you to the airport."
She suddenly yelled at me, "Go! Go!" Then she collapsed onto the table and wept bitterly. Just as I was about to comfort her, my lover immediately stopped me. She hugged my girlfriend and comforted her, and my girlfriend nestled in her arms, sobbing uncontrollably.
Many customers around us looked at us, probably assuming it was a father and daughter arguing.
While comforting my girlfriend, my lover told me, "You can go now! Leave everything to me." I wanted to say something to my girlfriend, but my lover impatiently shouted, "Go!" I had no choice but to leave in a sorry state.
I drove aimlessly through the streets, not knowing where to go. My mind was filled with the image of my girlfriend crying; I was terribly worried about her, and heartbroken. I couldn't help but slap myself a few times.
Then I received a call from my lover. She told me that my girlfriend was much calmer now and was in the bathroom. I said, "Let's have dinner together tonight?" My lover said, "Why did you come? She hates you now and doesn't want to see you at all. Do you know how badly you've hurt her?" I sighed, "There's nothing I can do. It's better to end it quickly than to suffer for a long time." My mistress got furious as soon as she heard that. "Chen Yan, you're a piece of trash! How could I, Zhao Meiling,...sleep with someone like you?" She paused abruptly as she spoke.
I was speechless. My mistress continued, "I'm going to book her a flight back to Guangzhou tomorrow. I'll take her to the airport, don't worry." I said, "Thank you!" My mistress sighed, "This girl doesn't want to go back to her grandparents' house, and I don't feel comfortable letting her stay alone outside. I'll take her to my place for the night."
I asked, "Where's your husband?" She said, "He's fine, he's away on a business trip, and the child is at her maternal grandparents' house." I thanked her again, and my mistress yelled, "Get out! Get as far away as you can!"
The next day, my mistress drove her girlfriend to the airport and watched her go through security. Later, she told me that she was still a little worried and had used her girlfriend's phone to call her mother the day before.
Last time, my mistress and her husband went to Dongguan for a friend's son's 100-day celebration, which is how I met my girlfriend's parents. Both she and my girlfriend's mother were wealthy and beautiful mature women, and they got along quite well, even exchanging WeChat contacts.
My mistress told my girlfriend's mother on the phone that her daughter had somehow ended up in Nanchang and didn't want to go to her grandparents' house, so she contacted me. I'm planning to take her to the airport tomorrow; could you pick her up? She seems a bit upset; did she have a fight with you?
My girlfriend's mother was frantically searching for her daughter, so she was extremely grateful for my mistress's call and even invited them to visit Dongguan sometime. My mistress also told me that she was worried that night and eavesdropped outside my girlfriend's room in the middle of the night. She heard my girlfriend crying and went in to comfort her for a long time.
The day my girlfriend returned to Guangzhou, I immediately moved back from my ex-wife's house. My ex-wife was unwilling, but couldn't stop me; she could only call me crazy and tell me not to come back.
From that day on, I never received a single word from my girlfriend again. I guessed she had completely given up on me. I thought, that's for the best. She's about to start a new life. Maybe after entering university, she'll meet a guy her own age and forget me completely. That reunion with her in Guangzhou shouldn't have happened in her life in the first place.
Despite my resolve, pain gnawed at my body and soul like a leech. One night, I drowned my sorrows in a bar. In my drunken stupor, I called my ex-lover. She took me back to my place. I vomited everywhere, and she helped me clean up and stayed by my side. When I woke up, she comforted me with her body.
This was the first time I slept with my ex-lover since reuniting with my girlfriend. I kept calling out my girlfriend's name while thrusting hard into my ex-lover until I climaxed.
After we finished, I buried my face in her arms and sobbed like a child. My "older lover" gently patted me in her arms. Having witnessed the entire emotional journey of my girlfriend and me, she could only offer silent comfort.
That night, she stayed with me, holding me close like a mother holding her son, letting me fall asleep in her embrace.
In early September, she finalized her divorce. Her husband had been having an affair with a young female colleague for over a year. When he confronted her, she divorced him without hesitation.
After her divorce, we continued to only be together when needed. We didn't live together, nor did we have any romantic relationship; we maintained a purely physical one. I felt I would never love anyone other than my girlfriend, and while my "older lover" was very good to me, it was a kind of affection and friendship stemming from physical intimacy. I only considered her a confidante and a best friend with benefits.
When we joked together, we said that once either of us found a suitable partner, we would end this relationship. My ex-lover jokingly said, "Maybe we'll be friends with benefits for life." I laughed, "How could that be? Even if I never marry you, one day I'll be too old to make love to you." My ex-lover said that by then she wouldn't have any sexual desire anymore.
One morning in late January 2018, after dreaming of meeting my girlfriend again, I woke up unable to suppress my longing. I booked the nearest high-speed train ticket to Hefei on my phone and headed straight to the train station.
It wasn't that I had changed my mind and wanted to salvage my relationship with my girlfriend. I didn't even plan to meet her; I just wanted to hide away and secretly take one last look at her, to see what she looked like now, and then bury her in my heart forever.
Because of the Spring Festival travel rush, I could only get a standing ticket, but luckily I found a seat in the dining car. That January was unusually cold. The train traveled north, and when it reached Anhui, the railway tracks were covered in snow. But my heart was warm because I was about to see my girlfriend, even if I might not.
During the journey, I received a call from my ex-lover. She asked where I was. She had something to tell me. I said I was on my way to Hefei. She was surprised and asked if I was going to Hefei on a business trip. I didn't want to lie to her, so I told her the truth.
She calmly said, "Have you thought it through? Do you still want to be with her?" I said I just wanted to see what she looked like now. My lover said anxiously, "Don't go and bother her anymore." I said, "I'll just see her once and then come back; I won't even see her face." My lover knew my inner turmoil, paused for a moment, and then said, "Then I'll wait for you to come back." My heart warmed, and I said, "Okay."
The moment I hung up the phone, I couldn't help but feel grateful; my lover was truly the person in the world who understood me best.
I arrived in Hefei in the afternoon. Although it hadn't snowed in Hefei, traces of snow were visible everywhere. I went straight to the university she attended, found out which dormitory building she was in, and waited in a corner downstairs, watching people go in and out of the dormitory building, hoping she would come out or walk in from the outside.
Heaven rewards the diligent. Three hours later, she finally appeared in my sight, and my heart pounded. She was nineteen, wearing winter clothes and carrying a book; she already had the air of a college student. Also appearing in my sight was a boy beside her.
She and the boy walked over, chatting and laughing, looking quite intimate. The boy was in his early twenties, tall and quite handsome.
The moment I saw her, I almost blurted out her name, but I held back. Just as I hesitated whether to appear before her, her gaze fell on me, and I had nowhere to hide.
She saw me and looked surprised. She came over and asked, "What brings you here?" I said, "I came to see you." The boy came over, looking puzzled. She introduced me to him, saying I was her uncle.
I smiled at the boy and said, "Yes! I came from Nanchang to Hefei on a business trip and stopped by to see my niece." The boy chatted with me warmly. I said it was getting late, and I'd like to treat you to dinner. The boy said he already had a dinner appointment with his classmates that evening, and that we should eat.
In a nice restaurant near the school, we sat facing each other by the window, barely touching our food and saying little. I could tell she still harbored resentment towards my decisiveness six months ago.
I asked, "How have you been these days?" She chuckled and said, "You've seen it all, I'm fine, I need nothing." Her words reminded me of the boy; they seemed quite well-matched, both in age and appearance. I felt a little awkward, unsure what to say, and lowered my head.
She asked if I had remarried my ex-wife. I shook my head. She didn't seem surprised and asked when I was going back. I said I was here on a business trip and had been here for a few days, and would be going back tonight.
She thought for a moment and asked me to give her my phone. I was puzzled, but I gave it to her anyway. She took it and swiped a few times, then held up the phone and showed me the screen. It displayed my high-speed rail ticket information. I lowered my head silently. "
Why didn't you tell me you were coming today?" she asked. I had no choice but to tell her the truth. She stared at me blankly, tears
streaming down her face, and said, "You came all the way to Hefei just to see me, and you didn't even want me to know?" "Why?" "No reason." I smiled and said, "Let's eat, it's getting cold." She wiped away her tears and picked up her chopsticks.
We ate a little bit, and I asked her if she had ever regretted our relationship. She was silent for a moment, then shook her head and said never. On the contrary, she was grateful to me for being like the brightest light in the darkness during her lonely and helpless teenage years, illuminating and warming her gloomy life at that time. Even the three-way relationship with her girlfriend didn't make her regret it.
I asked again, "Is that boy your boyfriend?" She hesitated for a moment, then said, "Sort of." She then told me he was the student council president at her school, two years her senior, and had been pursuing her since her first day at school; they'd been dating for two months. I nodded, saying insincerely, "That's great."
In my heart, I told myself, "Yes! He's the right person for her; her life should be with someone like him."
Suddenly, she stared at me and said, "You really think that's great?" I looked at her, "Do you love him?" She smiled bitterly, "I just want to forget you."
She paused, then said, "If you don't want to, I'll break up with him."
A surge of emotion welled up inside me, but I said, "Why bother?" She stared at me, "The key question is, what are you thinking?" I said guiltily, "I…I don't have any thoughts." "
Don't lie to me, and don't lie to yourself." She continued to stare at me. Looking into her eyes, filled with resentment and hope, I felt a surge of mixed emotions, a bittersweet feeling. I knew that at this moment, I only needed to say one sentence to win her back, just like when she was fourteen and eighteen.
I put down my chopsticks and said, "Have you thought about your parents?" She paused for a moment, then said, "If I couldn't decide my feelings before today, then from today onwards, I think I can make a decision."
I couldn't bear to look into her eager gaze and lowered my head. I thought, I've interfered in her life more than once before, pulling her off the right track. Should I do it again?
I looked up and smiled slightly, "I have something to tell you." "What?" She stared at me. I said, "I'm getting married, but not to my ex-wife." She said, "I don't believe you, you're lying to me." I said, "It's true, you know her too."
She was taken aback and asked, "Is it Sister Meiling? She divorced her husband?" That's what she always called her ex-lover.
I nodded solemnly. In that instant, I saw tears glistening in her eyes. She turned to look at the street outside the window, quickly wiped her eyes, then turned back to me and smiled, "I wish you both well." Then she got up and quickly left the restaurant.
Night fell, and snowflakes began to fall. I followed her at a distance, watching her back as she walked along the campus path. I noticed she was wiping away tears as she walked. Reaching a secluded spot, I couldn't help but call out, "Shan."
She turned around, and I ran to her. Tears welled in her eyes as she looked at me. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her lips. Gradually, our kiss deepened, her hands, which had been hanging limply, tightening around my waist. We passionately kissed, our tears flowing into each other's mouths.
After we parted, I cupped her face in my hands and said, "You must be alright, promise me, you must be alright. Wherever you are in this life, as long as you're alright, I'll be alright."
She nodded, tears streaming down her face, sobbing uncontrollably. I took her hand and led
her out of the campus. In the hotel room, we made love—our last, unspoken love—in a passionate, tender way. Just as I ejaculated, she held me and cried, sobbing and gently biting my shoulder.
Afterwards, we didn't say much. She asked when I was leaving. I said early tomorrow morning. She said she had class the first period tomorrow morning and wouldn't see me off. I said okay. We fell asleep in each other's arms.
I don't know how much time passed, but I vaguely felt her get up. I didn't open my eyes, and the line from Liu Yong's poem came to mind: "Since ancient times, love has been wounded by parting." Let her go! I thought,
hearing the rustling sound of her getting dressed, followed by silence. Finally, I heard her phone ring, and she walked towards the door. "Yes, Uncle's gone. I'm going back to school now," she said, closing the door. I thought, it must be her boyfriend calling.
I got up and went to the window to look down. The snow outside was falling even harder. Soon, her figure appeared in my sight, walking alone across the street towards the school gate in the swirling snowflakes, just as lonely as when I first met her when she was fourteen.
I watched her walk further and further away, until her figure disappeared into the cold night. I understood deeply that from this moment on, she had also disappeared from my life. I turned around, tears welling up in my eyes…
On the way back, the snow was still falling heavily. This winter was truly special for me, unforgettable, because of this heavy snow, and even more so because of my farewell to my girlfriend.
The song "A Lifetime of Love" played on my phone through my Bluetooth earphones; Lowell Lo's sorrowful, poignant voice mirrored my current state of mind. Looking at the snow-covered plains outside the train window, I couldn't help but shed tears.
Back in Nanchang, I saw my beloved waiting for me as soon as I entered the house. "You're back?" she stood up and smiled slightly. She had been waiting for me at my house all day. "
I'm back," I said, walking over and hugging her. After a long while, I whispered in her ear, "Let's get married, okay?"
I thought, if I can't be with the woman I love most in this life, then I'll be with the woman who is best to me, and treat her well in return. Last night, when I was with my girlfriend at the restaurant, this thought first crossed my mind.
I felt my beloved pause noticeably, then she asked, "Are you serious?" I hugged her and said, "I've never been this serious before." I felt her wipe away her tears. She whispered, "Okay."
A moment later we separated, exchanging smiles, and I saw tears in her eyes. I helped her sit on the sofa and said, "Aren't you going to ask what happened?"
She smiled, "If you don't tell me, I won't ask." So I told her everything, including the last time I made love with my girlfriend; I didn't want to hide anything from her.
Tears streamed down her face as she laughed, "You're practically sending me a cannon from afar to sever our ties!" I wiped away her tears and said, "That's not what I meant." She grasped my hand and said, "Yan, I need you to promise me one thing, otherwise, no matter how magnanimous I am, or how much I love you, I can't marry you." I looked at her and said, "Tell me!"
She said, "I don't care what you did with her before today. You can keep her in your heart, even think about her occasionally, but from today onwards, you absolutely cannot see her again.
And..." She thought for a moment and added, "Before, among the three of us, from the very first day we were together, I always played the supporting role, doing this and that for you, always giving up the man I loved to her, always tolerating everything with the utmost magnanimity of a woman, even tolerating you calling her name while we were making love. But from now on, she can no longer appear between you and me."
I nodded seriously, "Okay, I promise you." She smiled, took my hand and placed it on her stomach, looking at me and saying, "I'm pregnant. You're going to be a father."
Then I remembered that yesterday on the train, she said she had something to tell me, and it turned out to be this. I was incredulous and asked, "Really?" She nodded. "Yes, it's been a month. If you had come back today and told me you still wanted to be with her, I wouldn't have told you this. I would have secretly aborted our child. I would have let you two be together."
Actually, I had always sensed her love for me, but I had taken it for granted and assumed it was just a casual fling. Only now did I understand that while there are one-night stands and multi-night stands, there's no such thing as a casual fling. Just as there's no true friendship between opposite sexes, how could a man and woman not fall in love when they're physically close and develop feelings for each other over time?
I just hadn't realized she had been silently loving me all along, loving me so deeply. Before, my heart only had room for my girlfriend; she filled my entire being. I hadn't realized that my heart could also hold another woman. My
eyes welled up with tears, and I pulled her into my arms again, whispering in her ear, "Thank you!" She wrapped her arms around my waist, choking back tears, and said, "Yan, I've always loved you, do you understand?" I said, "I understand."
The next day, my sweetheart and I went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get our marriage certificate.
Time flies. In mid-January 2019, on a weekend, my son's 100-day celebration was held as scheduled. Having a child in middle age made both my sweetheart and me extremely happy, especially me, as I finally fulfilled my wish to be a father. We invited relatives and friends from both families to gather together.
My parents, nearing seventy, were naturally overjoyed to finally have a grandson. Initially, they weren't very satisfied with my sweetheart as their daughter-in-law because she was divorced and had a daughter.
However, as they spent more time with her, they found her not only beautiful and generous, but also financially well-off and considerate towards them, and gradually grew to like her. My sweetheart's daughter's attitude towards me also went through a process. She felt it was hard to accept that her mother had gotten together with another man and become pregnant only a few months after her parents' divorce, but she gradually came to terms with it. After her younger brother was born, she still loved him very much.
Our family of four stood on the stage to receive the blessings of the guests and give our thanks. My 39-year-old mistress is still stunningly beautiful and incredibly charming. Her daughter, now 15, has blossomed into a graceful young woman, and standing next to her mother, they are a captivating mother-daughter pair. Sometimes, when I see her, I think, "I absolutely cannot let her fall in love with a middle-aged man like me."
The people below the stage cast envious glances at us, especially my colleagues and friends, who all said I'd found a rich woman. Some envied me for driving a nice car, living in a nice house, and having a beautiful wife, while others called me a gigolo or a live-in son-in-law. I didn't care about any of that; as long as my mistress and I loved each other, that was more important than anything else.
That evening, after seeing off the guests, my mistress's parents left in a relative's car. I had originally planned to take my parents home first, and then our family would go home. But my parents absolutely refused, so my mistress had to call them a private car.
After my parents left, my mistress, holding her son, stood with her daughter at the restaurant entrance. She said to me, "Honey, go get the car; we'll wait for you here."
I drive her Audi Q7 now, while she drives my Volkswagen Magotan. She says a car is a man's status symbol. We've also moved into a large apartment she bought before, over 200 square meters.
As I walked towards the parking lot, I suddenly heard my girlfriend's daughter excitedly say, "Mom, it's snowing!" Then she teased her younger brother, "Baby, it's snowing, aren't you happy?"
I looked up at the night sky, and sure enough, snowflakes were falling. I reached out my hand, and couldn't help but think of that day a year ago, when light snow was falling
in Hefei. I knew that today was not only an important day for our family, but also my girlfriend's twentieth birthday. Back home, after showering, I came out of the bathroom and saw my girlfriend leaning against the headboard, breastfeeding our son. Because we were home alone, both her breasts were exposed; her breasts were already large, but during breastfeeding, they appeared even more full.
I sat down beside them, hugged my girlfriend, leaned down and kissed my son on the cheek, then kissed my girlfriend on the cheek. She smiled at me and rested her head on my shoulder.
We enjoyed this peaceful and warm moment. Husband, do you love me? "My lover said softly." I smiled slightly and said, "Of course I love you." I kissed her lips, and she kissed me back. I held her other breast.
After we separated, my lover said, "Baby'er is asleep." I picked up my son and placed him in the crib next to me, then turned and hugged her again for another passionate kiss, tender and lingering...
In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the study, I smoked while watching the snow scene outside. At this moment, my lover and son were both sound asleep.
The snowflakes grew denser under the streetlights, and I felt as if I had returned to that snowy night a year ago. The scene of her figure disappearing into the night was once again vividly displayed in my mind.
In that instant, my heart, wracked with pain, exploded like fireworks, and I called out my girlfriend's name—Li Shan.

(The End)

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