Helping my beloved wife find love

My beloved wife was born to be my wife; she is my cousin. Some might ask, how can close relatives marry these days? Let me explain.

I live in a medium-sized city in central China, and I grew up in Chengguan Town, where my family is based. My wife's grandmother and my maternal grandfather were siblings.

Yes, my wife and I are cousins, and we were betrothed as children. I've known she was my wife since I can remember. I still vaguely remember the first time I saw her. I was about five or six years old, a mischievous little boy in preschool. That day, my mother told me, "Little Tiger (my nickname), come with me to see your little sister." I asked where the little sister was, and my mother took me to my cousin's house.

That day was my wife's one-month celebration. I saw her in a cradle (a kind of bamboo and wooden cradle, about a meter long and half a meter wide, rarely seen nowadays). She was pink and tender, lying in the cradle. I don't know why, but I still clearly remember my reaction. I knelt down and kissed her, and the little baby giggled. I kissed her constantly all day, sang kindergarten songs, and danced kindergarten dances to amuse her.

I asked my mother, "What's her name?" My mother said, "She doesn't have a name yet. Your maternal grandfather will name her when she's 100 days old." This was necessary, because my maternal grandfather also named me. He was a well-known cultured man in our hometown, having served as the principal of the town's middle school for nearly twenty years. By the way, my name is Qin Feng. Feng sounds like "abundant" and means "red," so my grandfather naturally hoped our family would prosper and have a wealthy life!

At that time, the adults were all gathered around us. I don't know if it was my aunt or some other auntie who asked me, "Little Tiger, how about I give you your little sister as your wife?" At that time, I didn't quite understand the word "wife," but I knew it was a good thing, so I nodded in agreement.

As she gradually grew up, I had a little shadow following me around. Of course, she also had a name: Yating! Grandpa named her that, of course, hoping she would grow up to be a quiet and beautiful girl. From childhood, Ya-ting was always very attached to me. Because our families lived relatively close, we shared a bed many times, until I started junior high. I remember when the whole family sent me off to study in the city, Ya-ting chased after the bus, crying her heart out, and I was sad for a long time too.

Ya-ting officially became my fiancée when I graduated from university, at twenty-one, and Ya-ting was sixteen. That day, all the relatives gathered together, happily and enthusiastically blessing us. Amidst the cheers of my relatives, I formally kissed Ya-ting. Hehe, although I had secretly kissed her before. That whole day, Ya-ting's face was flushed, and she didn't say much, but I knew she was very happy.

Then came the long wait—waiting for her to graduate high school, then university!

Our wedding day was truly lively, with people everywhere, both acquaintances and strangers. My mind was a mess, and my heart was pounding. Grandpa specially arranged a bright red wedding sedan chair, which was carried all the way to the main hall before being unloaded. The moment Yating stepped out of the sedan chair, my heart almost jumped out of my chest. Her delicate, fair face held a shy smile. I trembled as I helped her out of the sedan chair, knowing that she would hold me tightly for the rest of my life!

The tedious wedding ceremony finally ended, and after much effort to get rid of the noisy relatives and friends, the sky gradually darkened. Relatives left one by one. My mother, in our new room, instructed me not to let Yating suffer any grievances, and I naturally agreed wholeheartedly

. My mother left the room with a satisfied smile. It was completely dark when we smiled at each other in the brightly lit new room. No words were needed. My little wife threw herself into my arms, and I held her tightly, kissing her sweetly and passionately until she felt like a lump of soft clay. I vigorously removed her clothes, passionately caressing her, kissing her naked body from her forehead to her toes. After gently entering her tender, tight virginity, I kissed away the sweet tears in her eyes while impulsively thrusting until I ejaculated endlessly into her body!

The sweetness of our marriage goes without saying. A year later, our baby was born, a lovely girl. Our parents' joy was indescribable. We didn't have to worry about anything for our little one. As my mother said, our task was simply to work hard for our baby; we didn't need to worry about anything at home.

Thanks to our parents, we worked diligently for several years without distraction. We both did well in our respective jobs, bought a car, and last year, with the help of our elders, purchased a two-story villa with a small garden and garage in a beautiful riverside community in the city center. As Yating said, if our house were in one of those bustling big cities, it would make everyone envious!

Those beautiful memories are truly the source of my happiness.

Some unexpected things happen without warning. It was the summer of 2006. I was in a good mood that day. The company had a last-minute overtime shift, but the work that was supposed to be finished in the afternoon was completed before 11 a.m. thanks to everyone's enthusiastic work. After saying goodbye to my boss and colleagues, I drove to a small shop that Yating liked and bought some of her favorite snacks. I happily drove home, hoping to give her a little surprise!

I didn't honk the horn, parked the car, took out my keys, and opened the door. Yating wasn't on the first floor, but I could hear her giggling coming from the second floor. Who was she chatting with? I thought maybe it was her, or my cousins? Or her two best friends?

Hehe, I'll go scare them! I put the snacks on the coffee table and tiptoed upstairs. The sound was coming from the study. I leaned closer and, through the slightly ajar door, I saw Yating's back. She was sitting in front of the computer. I thought to myself, "Oh, she's online."

She was wearing her pajamas, her left leg stretched out on the floor, her right leg curled up in the swivel chair, her left hand holding the headset, her right hand holding the microphone. Her focused expression left me speechless for a while, until she exclaimed, "What? It's not that dramatic!" followed by a burst of giggles.

I felt a little nervous—what was going on? Who was Yating chatting with, making her so happy? I wanted to call her, but a sense of unease gnawed at my heart; I didn't know what I was worried about.

Like an idiot, I retreated downstairs, grabbed some snacks from the coffee table, opened the front door, and shouted, "Tingting, I'm home! Tingting, are you home?" About a minute or two later, Tingting answered. I stood at the door, thinking: She's turning off the computer! I was incredibly curious—who was she chatting with?!

Tingting ran happily downstairs, jumped on me, hugged my neck tightly, and laughed joyfully, "Brother's back! Why so early today? Didn't you say it would be this afternoon?"

Looking at Yating's joyful face, I couldn't help but scold myself for my own anxiety! I hugged her and kissed her bright red lips, laughing, "Finished your work? Come back and be with my little darling!"

Ya-ting happily took the pastries from my hand, overjoyed, "Brother, take a break, I'll make you something delicious! Ah, my favorite peach shortbread, thank you, brother."

Watching Ya-ting run to the kitchen, I sat on the sofa in the living room, loosened my tie, and let out a long sigh, casting aside the slight unpleasantness in my mind! Five minutes later, my lunch was served, haha, egg noodles! Just as I expected, this is the only thing Ting-ting can make! I took the noodles and devoured them, while Ya-ting sat next to me, resting her chin on her hands, watching me eat the noodles she made intently!

After quickly finishing the noodles, I leaned back and sighed, "So delicious!" I stroked my chin, pretending to ponder, "Hmm, I'm full. What should we do now?"

Tingting giggled, took the bowls and chopsticks, and went to the kitchen, saying with a smile, "Brother, you can do whatever you want." I quickly followed, snatched the bowl from her hand, rinsed it haphazardly at the sink, and tossed it aside. I tightly embraced her slender waist and exclaimed, "Now that we're full, we're definitely going to do *that*!"

Ya Ting giggled, "To do *that*, we need to take a nice shower first. Brother, go take a shower." I called for us to shower together, dragging Tingting into the bathroom. While quickly taking off my clothes, I untied Ya Ting's belt. Tingting dodged my advances, reached for the showerhead, looked down and saw my erect penis, grabbing it and saying, "You little rascal, you can't even behave in a shower."

Her grab sent a rush of blood through me. I quickly rinsed off, picked up Ya-ting, and hurried upstairs to the bedroom. I tossed the soaking wet Ya-ting onto the bed, and then pounced on her, equally wet.

I kissed her lips, which I lingered on, my tongue exploring her pearly white teeth. "Mmm..." Ya-ting responded without hesitation, her lips enveloping my tongue, as if she were sucking on a penis, playing with the foreign object invading her mouth. My hands began to wander, sliding from her shoulders to her chest, my palms kneading her firm breasts.

My kisses continued downwards, lingering briefly between Ya-ting's legs before continuing down to her toes. I lifted her ankle with one hand and held her arch with the other, raising her exquisitely crafted foot close to my face. "How about I kiss your little feet first?"

Ya-ting smiled lazily. "You have a foot fetish!"

"Who told you to be so charming? I don't just have a foot fetish, there are many other parts of your body I adore." You can never have too much flattery, and besides, I wasn't lying. As I spoke, I started from her heels, gently kissing and licking them, even gently biting them a few times with my teeth. The soles of her feet were too sensitive; just kissing them made her giggle. I, however, thoroughly ravaged her toes. I put each of

Ya-ting's toes in my mouth, gently sucking on her pearly toes, and slipping my tongue between her toes, which smelled of fresh soap. "Mmm..." Ya-ting looked at my every move, her face showing a complicated expression, and said, "Brother... you haven't licked me like this in so long... it feels so strange..."

"Doesn't it feel good?" I got up and lay on her chest, reaching my hands to her breasts again. Yating's fair skin gradually turned pink, transforming from a flat area at the base of her neck into two gently rising mounds. The skin on her breasts was like solidified cream. I suddenly exclaimed, "So white and tender, it looks very nutritious."

"Hehe..." Yating laughed, her tender breasts trembling slightly. "Baby wants to nurse?"

Although she was lying flat on the bed, her breasts only lost a little height due to expanding towards her sides, but they became even rounder. A shallow cleavage was still visible between her breasts. One advantage of lying on her back like this was that the outline of Yating's breasts looked particularly rounded. Near the center, the fair skin gradually turned into a tender pink. I carefully admired these nipples. Yating's areolas were about the size of a one-yuan coin, and in the very center of the areola were cherry-like nipples, erect and firm on the breasts. Yating was clearly already excited, because although her nipples had not been directly touched, they were already erect, tempting me to almost immediately lean in and "suck" them.

I reached out my left hand and gently stroked Ya-ting's flat stomach, slowly tracing my way up from her navel, gradually approaching the base of her breasts. She closed her eyes slightly, her chest rising and falling deeply. I brought my mouth close to her ear: "Little sister, are you already wet?"

Ya-ting, with her eyes closed, simply nodded. "Mmm..." A sudden soft moan came as I teased her delicate left nipple with the tip of my tongue, slowly licking it while gently breathing warm air onto it. At the same time, my right hand lifted her right breast, deliberately avoiding touching the nipple, but kneading her plump mound. The tender breast, almost melting to the touch yet brimming with elasticity, swayed with my caresses.

"Mmm... Brother... don't... hmph... just teasing... ha... mmm..." Ya-ting complained about my roundabout tactics, but I still suppressed my impulse, continuing to slowly and methodically knead her right breast with similar techniques.

"Ya-Ting, little sister..." I gently sucked on her nipple with my lips, then whispered in her ear, "How about sucking your pretty nipples like this?"

"Mmm...yes...um..." Ya-Ting answered weakly.

My hand, which had been kneading her breasts, then moved down her body, gliding over her smooth, flat abdomen. When my fingers approached Ya-Ting's lower abdomen, she let out a soft moan, her whole body trembling slightly. But I didn't immediately invade her mons pubis. Instead, I repeatedly roamed along the inside of her rounded thighs, gently stroking her smooth, tender skin with the back of my hand. This made Ya-Ting say in a slightly hoarse, trembling voice, "Brother...don't...tease me anymore...um...I...I'm so wet..."

I moved to her lower abdomen like lightning. Just as I was about to bring my lips to her vulva, Ya-Ting reflexively clamped my head down. I wrapped my arms around Ya-ting's thighs, which were clamping my head, so that I could place my fingers on her mons pubis and part her plump labia. My tongue, coated with Ya-ting's warm, slightly salty, and glistening vaginal fluid, pressed against her clitoris, teasing it rapidly, making her tremble. My fingers then ventured further, placing them on her soft, hot petals, parting them to expose the pink inner walls. Except for the pale brown flesh-colored outer edge of her labia minora, the wet vulva was a tender pink, with the small urethral opening faintly visible. The other opening, though not much larger, was clearly the busiest center of Ya-ting's vagina. Her vaginal opening was slightly covered by the labia, but the labia were parted and slightly protruding—my handiwork from years ago! The remnant of Ya-ting's hymen! Due to arousal and engorgement, Ya-ting's vaginal opening was particularly tight, but the small vulva opened and closed slightly, with clear, colorless fluid constantly overflowing.

"Brother...come in...!" Ya-ting cried out plaintively. I looked up and saw Ya-ting's little face. Her brows were furrowed as if she was about to cry. My heart tightened, and I couldn't bear to tease her anymore. I quickly knelt between her legs and said, "Little sister, hold your brother's penis and help me go in."

Ya-ting couldn't wait to put her right hand between her legs and gently pinch the middle of my penis with her index and middle fingers, pressing the glans firmly against her clitoris. I then thrust my hips forward and slowly inserted the glans into Ya-ting's narrow vagina. Ya-ting closed her eyes, her face showing both distress and pleasure: "Brother, ah...husband...um..."

I had long since given up on my desire to thrust, and with Ya-ting's encouragement, I began to thrust forcefully and without restraint as soon as I entered, pulling my penis almost entirely out with each stroke, then quickly pushing it back into Ya-ting's hungry vagina. The intense movements and waves of pleasure made me gasp for breath: "Um...Ya...Ya-ting...is this...comfortable?"

"Yes...yes...comfortable...harder...brother, thrust...harder...ah..." Ya-ting began to drift into a daze. Her snow-white breasts trembled with my thrusts, and soon her inner thighs were reddened by my impact. The fine hairs between her pubic hairs were wet from the fluids I brought out, and her tender labia minora opened and closed with my thrusts, making a "slurping" sound. Honestly, such a strong visual would make me surrender prematurely, so I tried to distract myself: "Ya Ting... um... why... why... do you want me... to... thrust... hard..."

"Because... because... I... really want... brother... um... to fuck me... love..." Ya Ting, who started to ramble incoherently, propped herself up and looked at me with unfocused eyes.

God! Hearing these words made my lust even stronger. I looked at Ya Ting's two white and tender breasts hanging between her arms, bouncing with the rhythm of my thrusts. I resignedly thought that I was probably destined to ejaculate prematurely. I increased the rhythm of my thrusts while reaching out to support Ya Ting's breasts with both hands, letting her nipples rub back and forth against my palms. Her nipples were still so erect and swollen like two ripe cherries. Ya-ting lay back down, trying to raise her buttocks high to meet my thrusts. My rapid thrusts and the abundant flow of Ya-ting's vagina created a light, rhythmic "splattering" sound, interspersed with the occasional slapping of my scrotum against her anus. Each soft "slap" was accompanied by a particularly loud moan from Ya-ting: "Mmm...ah..." I must have touched her G-spot, close to her clitoris!

Ya-ting's slender fingers gripped the sheets tightly, her pretty face pressed against the bed: "Ah...it's...so deep...yes...yes...harder...my...little...pussy...is...so...so full...ah..." My hands supported the point where her waist and hips met, my upper body upright as I thrust desperately: "Sis...mmm...you...you're too tight...I...can't...take...it..."

Ya-ting's hot liquid kept overflowing, her moans drawn out in long, high-pitched cries. She frowned tightly, her small mouth open: "Oh...oh..." Then her cries suddenly turned into rapid, short cries: "Ah...brother...baby...ah...ya...ya..." The tightening of her honeyed passage made me realize: Ya-ting had actually come before me!

I couldn't control myself and desperately made my final sprint: "Ah...Ya-ting, sister...I...I'm going to...cum..."

After the climax, Ya-ting, who had been moaning loudly, was panting, and for a moment could only make "hmm...hmm..." sounds with my thrusts. But as soon as she heard that I was about to ejaculate, she raised her head and looked at me with a charming smile: "...Brother, brother...baby...cum for me...good girl...cum inside sister...***..."

"Ugh..." I thrust hard a few times, stopped moving, and buried my penis deep into Ya-ting's small, warm, wet passage, my extremely hard penis swelling in waves.

"That's right... um... I feel it... ah... brother... yes... just like that... shoot it all into me... shoot it inside me..."

As thick semen gushed into the depths of Ya-ting's vagina, I couldn't help but tremble slightly, my thighs twitching slightly. I gritted my teeth, moaning in rhythm with my ejaculation: "Um... um..."

"Ah... brother... you shot so much..."

"Um... you... you're... sucking inside..." Indeed, I felt Ya-ting's vagina contracting rhythmically!

I wrapped my arms around Ya-ting's slender waist, pressing my face against her chest. Although my penis had ejaculated inside her vagina, it remained semi-erect, unwilling to withdraw. A happy smile radiated from Ya-ting's face. She gently cupped my face, lowered her head, and kissed me tenderly: "Brother, do you know? I really love you."

I closed my eyes, enjoying my wife's warm embrace and deep kiss. Hearing her say that, my heart warmed. I propped myself up on my arms, trying to get up. Ya-ting stopped me, gently patting the back of my head: "Don't move, be good!" I rested my head on her breast, slowly kissing her nipple, and soon yawned. I tried my best to stay awake, but unconsciously drifted into a daze, falling asleep in a hazy state, holding my wife tightly, not even remembering what I was dreaming about... I don't know

how much time passed, but I heard a woman's voice softly calling in my ear: "Husband... Brother..." I was sure it was Ya-ting calling me, and my consciousness gradually cleared: "Hmm... What is it? What time is it?"

"It seems like it's almost afternoon." Ya-ting murmured sweetly: "Brother, I need to pee..."

"Oh..." I reluctantly propped myself up on my arms, only to realize that I had actually been sleeping on Ya-ting's chest the whole time, and that my penis was still hard, making a "pop" sound when it withdrew from Ya-ting's vagina, with a trace of sticky fluid still attached to the tip of my penis at the entrance of Ya-ting's vagina.

"Mmm...it's so uncomfortable, you're crushing me!" Ya-ting complained as she sat up next to me. She stretched out her slender fingers and grasped my penis. "You're up to no good, you've been inside me for so long..."

I ran my fingers through her hair. "Eh...didn't you want to go to the toilet?"

Ya-ting nestled against my chest and said in a sweet voice, "Brother, my whole body is numb, it's all because of you. I don't want to move."

"Ah? Then...do you want me to carry you to the toilet?"

Ya-ting looked at me with a charming expression. "Please?" That look reminded me of how she used to be so charming when she was little, always making me dizzy with her charm. Since she'd even used her seductive eyes, what else could I say? I got off the bed and walked to the edge of the bed next to Ya-ting. I reached out and pulled her into my arms. Ya-ting wrapped her arms around my neck and gently pressed her face against my chest.

I went to the bathroom and slowly bent my legs. Luckily, Ya-ting was quite light, and it didn't take much effort for me to hug her and squat beside the sink, her buttocks nestled between my spread thighs, suspended just above the basin. My penis was now erect, pressing against Ya-ting's anus. Ya-ting cooperated by spreading her legs, and suddenly a stream of water gushed out from between her legs, warm urine dripping onto my legs. I looked down at Ya-ting's crotch. Fortunately, the downy hair on her mons pubis was very sparse, and I could clearly see her plump, white labia majora and petal-like labia minora, revealing the pink flesh inside as she urinated, and that slightly yellowish waterfall of urine, a warm breath rising from her private parts. The urine gradually weakened, the stream becoming a thin trickle, and the point of impact in the basin was no longer so far, finally becoming intermittent. Only when I felt her legs straining would a drop of urine be squeezed out, and finally, there was no sound at all.

Seeing Ya-ting urinate with her tender vulva aroused me immensely. My penis, which hadn't softened in a while, was now even more erect. As I stood up, I deliberately slid the head of my penis forcefully between her legs. "Brother, you're so naughty!" Ya-ting turned her head and glared at me, reaching for toilet paper.

I was overcome with impulse and suddenly pushed her down, supporting her supple buttocks. I squatted down and pressed my face against her crotch from behind. "What are you doing... ah... ya..." By the time Ya-ting realized what I was doing, it was too late to stop me. My lips were already kissing the petals between her buttocks. Ya-ting squeezed her legs together and tried to push my head away, but her resistance was weak and feeble: "Brother... don't do this... I hate it... it's so... so dirty..." I didn't care about the dirtiness. I stuck out my tongue and teased her tender labia, instantly finding the crevice between the petals and skillfully slipping my tongue inside, stirring it around.

"Ah...no...no...pee...can't eat...ah...ah..." Ya-ting protested, but her body went limp, letting me enjoy her snowy buttocks. I didn't care about whether it was edible or not. Ya-ting's genitals only had a faint smell of urine. Although the taste I tasted with my tongue wasn't exactly sweet, it was no less than nectar to me. As my tongue explored back and forth in the crevice, the taste inside Ya-ting's body changed to a familiar flavor. The temperature in her soft vulva gradually rose, and she let out a muffled moan: "No...don't...lick anymore...oh...oh...it's...my...pee...ah...ah..."

I raised my head, stood up, and mischievously slapped her snowy buttocks: "There's no more pee, what's all wet inside now?" Ya-ting shook her head shyly: "I don't know!" I chuckled, holding her buttocks with one hand and my penis with the other, and eagerly thrust into her!

"Ah!" Ya-ting cried out, quickly placing her hands on the edge of the basin to steady herself. After a nap, my energy was at its peak, and I was pounding into her like a pile driver, my lower abdomen slamming against Ya-ting's pink, pert buttocks with a resounding slap. This onslaught made the already dazed Ya-ting even more disoriented. She put her right hand between my lower abdomen and her buttocks, resisting slightly, moaning, "Brother, be gentle! I...I can't...it's too...fast!"

Hearing this, I slowed down slightly, but not at all, pulling my entire penis to the entrance each time before forcefully thrusting it in again. Each time, I vaguely felt the glans hitting something soft yet firm, round and slippery! I knew that must be her cervix, the so-called "flower core"!

"Ah...brother...so...so cruel, Ya...Ya-ting is going to...going to...be...killed by you...ah...ah..." Each deep thrust made Ya-ting moan with both pain and pleasure. I held her waist and hips, pushing forward with both hands when pulling out and pulling back forcefully when thrusting in. I looked down at their tightly joined bodies, and a breathtaking sight captivated me. With each thrust, Ya-ting's plump, round buttocks rippled with fleshy waves! I slowed my pace, pausing briefly after withdrawing my penis until the trembling on Ya-ting's buttocks subsided before forcefully thrusting in again. Sure enough! A wave of snow-white flesh rippled out, a truly beautiful sight!

I paused my thrusting, trying to suppress the intense pleasure. I leaned down, pressing against Ya-ting's back, and cupped her firm breasts in my hands, giggling, "Ting-ting, your butt is amazing, it's so wavy, bigger than ocean waves!"

"Mmm..." Ya-ting swayed her hips, coquettishly protesting, "What? It's not that exaggerated!"

I froze, my heart tightening. That voice was exactly the same as the tone of Ya-ting's earlier conversation! A sudden, inexplicable restlessness surged within me. I gripped Ya-ting's breasts tightly with both hands, straightening up silently. "Who is it? Who is it?" I screamed inwardly. I

heard Ya-ting's coquettish voice in my ear: "Brother, move a little." She swayed her hips as she spoke.

My inner turmoil transformed into rage! I roared, "I'll fuck you to death, fuck you to death, you little slut!" I unleashed the full power of my waist and legs, increasing both speed and force to their peak! The rapid and heavy thrusts immediately made Ya-ting start babbling incoherently: "Ah...brother...ah...you're going to...you're going to...Ya-ting...ah...kill me...I'm going to die...ah ah..."

I felt my penis was so hard it felt like it was about to explode, I wanted nothing more than to shove both my balls into Ya-ting's cunt! Waves of intense pleasure washed over me. This assault lasted less than five minutes before I delivered my final thrust, plunging in hard, my glans pressing firmly against Ya-ting's cervix, and my scalding semen erupted violently.

"Ah...ah..." Almost simultaneously with my climax, Ya-ting screamed, her upper body straightening, her hands wrapped around my waist, her buttocks pressing firmly against my lower abdomen, her body trembling, her vagina writhing and squeezing intensely, as if trying to drain every last drop of fluid from my penis! The

prolonged and intense orgasm nearly caused Ya-ting to collapse to the ground, but thankfully I caught her from behind. After the climax, it felt as if I had released all my unpleasant feelings into Ya-ting's vagina, and my emotions calmed down. I couldn't help but blame myself for having doubts about my precious thing. I held Ya-ting tightly for a long time!

Afterwards, we showered, dressed, and went out for dinner. Since we didn't have to work the next day, we called some friends to go to karaoke, and didn't go home until almost midnight.

That night, I had many dreams. Sometimes I was chased by evil spirits, sometimes Tingting would laugh at me and walk away hand-in-hand with a man whose face I couldn't see! I woke up in the middle of the night, drenched in cold sweat! In the dim light, I looked at Tingting sleeping soundly beside me, my heart churning. I reminded myself, I absolutely cannot let Tingting leave me. I must do something. What should I do? I asked myself.

The next morning, I made up my mind. I lied and said there was a small matter at work that I needed to handle. I told Yating to go back to her hometown and pick up our lovely little Wenwen. I promised to go home at noon, and then the three of us would go out for a good time. Yating, hearing that she was the one picking up our precious daughter, readily agreed, ate a quick breakfast, and hurriedly left.

I drove to the company, because I'm a cautious person and generally don't want to overlook anything. When the colleagues on duty at the company greeted me and asked what was wrong, I replied that it was just a small matter.

I stayed at the company for less than half an hour before returning home. I figured Yating was already at her parents' house, so I quickly turned on my computer and logged into her QQ account. Yating chats with about five or six people regularly. Aside from her best friends and colleagues, I found the guy she chatted with the most. His profile said he was from Suzhou and Hangzhou, male, 24 years old, and his online name was "Oath." Of course, most online information is unreliable.

I looked through Yating's chat history with this person; it was mostly about movies, music, food, and travel. Perhaps because much of it was voice chat, the records were fragmented and not very comprehensive. However, I gathered some information: Yating and this person weren't going too far in their conversations; there weren't any explicit statements. However, Oath used some rather flirtatious language, but Yating didn't respond.

Although this low-level action reassured me a lot, one thing Oath said still bothered me. He said, "Your face is the most beautiful I've ever seen, pure and white. Of all the girls I've ever met, your heart is the most flawless, yes, you are so pure. And your figure, the most perfect curves I've ever seen, especially your breasts, perfectly sized, round and perky. Your beauty haunts my dreams, I truly envy your husband for having such a perfect wife!"

I shut down the computer, feeling a tightness in my chest, and slammed my fist on the table. I went downstairs and collapsed onto the living room sofa, taking long, deep breaths to calm myself. I kept reassuring myself: This is a good thing, someone appreciates your wife, which means she is indeed very outstanding, you should be happy! Ugh! Still a bit of a tightness in my chest!

I shook my head, trying not to think about it anymore, and took out my phone to call Yating, telling her I was home and asking if Wenwen had picked up. Yating told me she and the baby would be there soon, and told me to get ready, we were going to take the baby out for a big meal and lots of fun.

We had a great time playing with Wenwen that day, especially with Yating, the older child, and Wenwen, the younger one—they were practically running around like crazy. We didn't drive Wenwen to her parents' house until almost dusk.

For a while afterward, I paid special attention to Yating's behavior and secretly checked her chat history a few times, but I didn't find anything out of the ordinary, so I gradually forgot about it.

Time flew by, and it was the end of 2006. Before New Year's Day, my workplace organized an annual party. Calling it an annual party was just an excuse for everyone to get together after a year of hard work and have a meal at company expense. Unmarried colleagues went alone, while most married ones brought their spouses.

I also brought Yating, and the party was very enjoyable! Haha! I was happy too, because I had already received my year-end bonus—a full 50,000 yuan! Of course, Yating couldn't drink alcohol; I needed her to drive me home. But she couldn't resist the toasts from the leaders and colleagues, so she drank a glass of red wine, which didn't bother her. To be honest, I was quite dizzy when I got home. Yating helped me wash up, and after the excitement subsided, I fell asleep very quickly and soundly.

I was awakened in the middle of the night by the urge to urinate. Sleep had largely dispelled the effects of the alcohol. Actually, I rarely get up at night because my urinary system is very healthy. But today I drank quite a lot, I don't even know how much baijiu or beer. I got up to pee, but found Yating wasn't beside me. I was a little surprised. Did she also need to pee? But I didn't see her in the bathroom. I urinated. Leaving the bedroom, I noticed the study light was on. I was a little puzzled again. What was Yating up to?

I tiptoed over. The study door was a crack open. I peered through the crack and felt a gust of warm air blowing out. Hmm, the heating was on. I saw Yating sitting in front of the computer, wearing a headset. A sudden surge of anger welled up inside me, but I didn't say anything. I gently pushed the door open a little more to continue observing.

Tingting was wearing a nightgown. I remembered it; I bought it for her when I went to Shanghai on a business trip. It was silk, the kind that's very sexy! But the nightgown wasn't completely on Tingting now. The collar had slipped down quite a bit, and from where I was, I could see almost half of her back. Only the left side was draped over her left elbow, while the right side had completely slid down to her right wrist! I stared blankly at Tingting's back, not knowing what to do. I didn't know what was going on in the front of her nightgown. If the straps were tied, then she wasn't completely exposed. If… I didn't dare think about it!

But then something terrifying happened. Tingting chuckled softly and said, "See? See? I'm scared of you. You're just like a little kid!" Then she slowly pulled her hands back. Oh no! Oh no! The nightgown had completely slipped down to her waist, meaning that Tingting's upper body was now completely naked!

I was furious and yelled, "What are you doing?" before rushing inside. Ya-ting jumped up in fright, even snapping her headset cord. I looked at the computer screen and saw a young man reaching out in terror on the video feed before it cut off. Looking at Ya-ting again, she was frantically pulling at her pajamas, but she couldn't get them on properly, her large, white breasts swaying wildly! It was as if she was mocking my foolishness! Idiot! Incompetent!

I rushed over and slapped her hard across the face, yelling, "Shameless!" Ya-ting immediately covered her face and squatted on the ground, sobbing.

I really didn't know what to do. Should I keep hitting her? Should I yell at her? I was speechless. After a few seconds of silence, I turned and left.

Because Ya-ting hadn't dressed me in pajamas when she washed me, and I was still wearing thermal underwear, I hastily pulled on my pants, grabbed my down jacket, and rushed out the door. Ya-ting chased after me, crying and calling my name. But I ignored her, went straight to my car, started the engine, and sped away!

After leaving, I called my best friend and classmate, A-Jian. A-Jian answered, groggily asking who it was. I yelled, "It's me, Qin Feng! Get out here! I want to drink. I'll be at your door in three minutes!" Then I hung up. When I arrived at A-Jian's house, he was standing at the door, putting on a winter coat. I opened the passenger door and pushed it open forcefully: "Get in!"

A-Jian, seeing the situation was bad, quickly ran over and got in the car. A-Jian's wife was also standing at the door, looking on, and asked, "What's wrong?" I didn't say anything, slammed on the gas, and the car sped onto the road. Ah Jian hurriedly grabbed the car window, terrified, "Hey, hey, what's going on? Brother Feng, don't get me into trouble!"

I ignored him and drove to the only bar in the city that stayed open all night. I went inside and sat down at the bar. "Hey, two drinks, the strongest, please!" The bartender yawned and came over, bringing us two glasses of vodka. I picked up the glass, tilted my head back, and downed it. The strong liquor made me cough violently, and tears streamed down my face!

Ah Jian quickly patted my back and asked, "Ah Feng, what happened? Tell me, bro, I have some advice for you. Don't hurt yourself like this. Think of Tingting, she'll be heartbroken if you do this."

"Don't mention that woman! Hey, pour me another drink!" I roared. The bartender came over and poured me another drink.

Ah Jian was silent for a long time before finally saying, "I think I understand. This has to do with Ya Ting. But you have to understand, you and your husband are the happiest couple in our eyes. I don't know what happened between you, or what could possibly make you lose your temper like this. But what you need right now is reason, not to numb yourself with alcohol."

I looked at Ah Jian without speaking, raised my glass, but Ah Jian stopped me and said loudly, "Hey Qin, don't go too far! It's two in the morning! You woke me up from my warm bed, which means you consider me a true brother, so I won't blame you. But you're just keeping quiet, which is disrespectful to me. If you don't explain things clearly, I'll have to go back!"

"She got up in the middle of the night to video chat with someone!" I squeezed out these words through gritted teeth.

"Uh!" Ah Jian paused for a moment, then laughed, "What's so special about that? I mean, do you know my girlfriend? She's added countless handsome guys on QQ, and sometimes they chat all night long. Yours is different..."

I interrupted him, spitting out two words: "Nude chat!"

"Ah! This!" Ah Jian was stunned. "What the hell is going on? Let me think, let me think properly. Hey, don't drink yet..." Ah Jian grabbed my hand, but picked up his glass and took a big gulp, swallowing the wine before blurting out a single word: "Damn!"

We both fell silent. After a long while, Ah Jian sighed, "Ah Feng, I want to ask you something." I looked at him, and Ah Jian looked at me too, saying, "I'm asking you, you and Ya Ting... did you ever date?"

I was a little confused and continued to look at him blankly. Ah Jian moved his chair closer to me and continued, "Ah Feng, I don't think this is as serious as you think. Those involved are often blinded, while bystanders see things clearly. Let me tell you, to us outsiders, you two seem like a perfect couple, but have you ever considered whether your relationship with Ya Ting, from childhood until now, is really what you think it is? Have you ever thought about Ya Ting? Are you sure you know what she's thinking?"

Seeing my confusion, Ah Jian patted my knee and continued, "I just asked you, have you ever truly been in a relationship with Ya Ting? I think even you don't know. I'll ask you another question, and you must answer me… Do you think, do you think Ya Ting still loves you? Think carefully before you answer."

I hesitated for a moment: "Yes, I think so…"

Ah Jian slapped his thigh hard (my thigh, of course): "That settles it! Do you know how much you're hurting Ya Ting right now? Do you know how lost and helpless she is now that you've run out like this?" Seeing my hesitation, Ah Jian stood up and slapped the back of my head: "Idiot, Ya-ting loves you. She's just never been in a relationship before. Think about it!" After saying that, A-Jian wrapped his winter coat tighter around himself. "It's fucking cold. I'm leaving, you moron. Go back and comfort your wife. I need to go back too so she can warm me up. It's fucking cold!" After a few steps, he turned back and said, "You don't need to see me off. I'll take a taxi home. Fuck! I give up!"

A-Jian left me behind and went on his way. To be honest, that slap brought me back to my senses a little. I sat on the stool, holding my wine glass. I didn't drink it. Ah Jian's words kept echoing in my mind: "Idiot, Ya Ting loves you. She's just never been in a relationship before. Think about it! Idiot, Ya Ting loves you. She's just never been in a relationship before. Think about it! Idiot, Ya Ting loves you. She's just never been in a relationship before. Think about it!"

After a long while, I jumped up, threw down two hundred-yuan bills, and ran out, sprinting to the car. The car sped off again, this time heading home. Along the way, our childhood memories of Tingting and me played back in my mind like a movie. I knew I had made a huge mistake. Just like Ah Jian said, I hadn't cared about Ya Ting enough. It wasn't that I didn't love her, but that loving her so much that I forgot I wasn't just Tingting's brother; I was also her husband. Tingting wasn't just my wife and sister; she was a woman! Women need more than just food and clothing; what they need most is a man's care and affection!

Home, our home! "I'm here, Tingting!" I cried out in my heart! I was terrified, afraid that I wouldn't see Ya Ting when I got home. But I was lucky; I saw that the living room light was still on.

The car screeched to a halt in front of the house. I pushed open the car door and scrambled towards the front door. The door suddenly opened when I was less than five meters away, and there was Ya Ting! She was waiting for me at home! I rushed over and hugged Tingting tightly in my arms, almost bursting into tears. I choked out, "Tingting, I'm sorry, brother was wrong, please don't leave me!"

Ya Ting hugged me back tightly, as if trying to squeeze herself into my body, crying sadly, "No, it's my fault, Tingting... is a bad woman, brother... you can hit me... scold me, please don't leave me... I'm all alone, I'm so scared! I'm afraid I'll never see you again!"

I held Ya Ting tightly, kissed her crying lips, and then closed the front door behind me. I picked up Ya Ting and rushed to the sofa, laid her down on it, and continued to kiss her. Ya-ting cried uncontrollably, but returned my kiss passionately. I cupped her little face in my hands and gently comforted her, "Don't cry, good Ya-ting, don't cry. Brother shouldn't have hit you. It's because I haven't cared for you enough. I'll love and cherish you more from now on. Don't cry, my sweet little sister."

We nestled together, embracing and kissing. We kept apologizing to each other and blaming ourselves…

This incident served as a wake-up call. I pulled myself back from work and paid extra attention to Ya-ting. But to my dismay, Ya-ting didn't seem to have escaped the shadow of that day. The happy, lively, and obedient Ya-ting of the past seemed to have disappeared. Now, Ya-ting has become timid, as if she carries a deep-seated inferiority complex. Every time I accompany her shopping or bring her a rose after work, she shows an expression of overwhelming gratitude. Moreover, Yating treated me with a fawning attitude. She wouldn't let me do any housework anymore, and she often studied cooking recipes. Every time I came home from get off work, she would stand by the door smiling and saying, "Welcome home," and then she would take my purse and slippers for me. Also, she treated the study as a forbidden place. I never saw her go in there again after that day. In order to show that she had completely broken with the past, Yating even changed her phone number.

I'm deeply distressed and feel guilty about this, but I don't know what to do. All I can do is treat her better. Several times I've tried to talk to her about these things, but she just becomes meek and submissive, even more humble than before. I know Yating isn't unable to let go of that man; she's just acting this way because she feels guilty towards me. This situation can't continue, or I'll go crazy. I'm also afraid Yating might suddenly break down one day.

I posted for help on some relationship forums, and the netizens were very helpful, some saying I should be more considerate, others opposing me and saying I should be firmer. I'm grateful for all this, but these are all bad suggestions. Wouldn't doing this just make things worse?

Just when I was incredibly troubled, a female netizen sent me an email saying: "Such a simple problem, you lousy men complicate it! It's so simple, she's just never been in a relationship before! Just let her have a proper relationship, and that'll be enough!" Seeing

this email, my eyes lit up. I immediately contacted this netizen to ask her for advice on what I should do. Unexpectedly, she replied, "How would I know what to do? This kind of problem is for you men to figure out." I was both amused and exasperated by her reply, but I still pondered her line of thinking deeply. Yes, Ya-ting has never been in a relationship before, right? Let her have a proper relationship!

However, it's impossible for me to date Ya-ting; we know each other too well, it's impossible for us to develop that romantic feeling. What should I do? Where can I find a man who can create feelings for Ya-ting? I racked my brains, and suddenly someone came to mind—that man, Shi Yan! Although I disliked him, I had to admit he was the most suitable candidate. But I needed to understand him first, so I decided to talk to him and observe him. I searched for "Shi Yan of Su Hang" on QQ and found him among many users with the username "Shi Yan." I then messaged him, telling him who I was and leaving my phone number, asking him to contact me upon seeing the message.

Three days later, I received his call. After receiving the call, he repeatedly apologized, stating that he absolutely had no intention of interfering. I told him I wasn't there to blame him, and we had a long talk. I told him about Ya-ting's situation, and he expressed his concern and willingness to help. I didn't tell him my true intentions yet; I just left Ya-ting's phone number and asked him to talk to her. He readily agreed.

However, the next morning I received another call from him. He said he kept dialing her number, but Ya-ting wouldn't answer and eventually turned off her phone. After much deliberation, I decided to meet him, and he readily agreed, saying he would come right away. Around 3 PM, I picked him up at the highway exit in a BMW 3 Series. I led him to a quiet teahouse. After he got out of the car, I looked him over carefully. He was indeed a handsome young man, about 175 cm tall, with a great physique, a clean-cut face, and a very approachable demeanor.

We shook hands at the entrance of the teahouse. He introduced himself, "Hello, brother, my name is Lin Yun, Lin as in forest, Yun as in cloud."

I nodded, "Qin Feng, Qin as in Qin Dynasty, Feng as in maple leaf. Let's go in and have a seat."

We found a private room, ordered a pot of Biluochun tea, and then I asked him to tell me about his family. Lin Yun replied, "There are four people in my family: my father, mother, and younger sister. My mother works for the government, and my father owns a small company."

"Oh, quite the playboy," I laughed. "With your looks, you could have girls all over you. How did you end up having to resort to deceiving girls on QQ?"

He scratched his head, smiling sheepishly, and said, "Brother Qin, I don't use QQ often. Meeting Sister Ting online that day was a complete accident." I couldn't help but be curious, "You call her Sister Ting?"

Lin Yun smiled, "Yes, Sister Ting is a year older than me." I nodded, signaling him to continue. Lin Yun lowered his head and recalled for a moment before looking up: "Let me start from the beginning. When I was little, my mom and dad had a good relationship, and I remember my sister and I were very happy then. But later, my mom's career took off, and she rose through the ranks, so we saw her much less. My dad used to be a university professor, but he quit his job and started his own company, so we saw him very little too. My sister and I grew up taking care of each other. Just last year, my mom introduced me to a girl, the daughter of her boss. I thought she was quite nice when I first met her, and we almost got to the point of discussing marriage. But later, a good friend told me that this woman, despite her respectable appearance, was actually pretending. Her private life was incredibly messy. My friend and I caught her in the act once, having affairs with a bunch of rich and powerful men."

Lin Yun paused . He paused, took a sip of tea, and said with a wry smile, "I was amazed at the time. I didn't know you could play like that. It was really... sigh... never mind. Later, I was very depressed, so I went online to pass the time and wanted to find someone to confide in. That's how I met Sister Ting. She comforted me and gave me advice. We had a great chat, and I gradually realized that there are still pure girls like Sister Ting in the world. So I often chatted with Sister Ting after that." At this point, Lin Yun looked at me seriously and said, "Brother Qin, don't blame Sister Ting. It's all my fault. I was infatuated with her and couldn't extricate myself, so I did something I was sorry for. It really has nothing to do with Sister Ting. I feel really guilty now. Brother Qin, I'll do anything you want to make up for my mistake. I'll do anything for you, even if it means going to heaven or hell!"

Hearing this, I roughly understood the whole thing and wondered whether I should tell him. At this moment, I was also conflicted, but thinking of Ya-ting's current situation, her timid and sorrowful state, I gritted my teeth and made up my mind: "Alright, there's something I need you to do now."

Lin Yun quickly said, "Brother, just tell me, I'll do it right away."

"I want you to date Ya-ting!"

"Ah!" Lin Yun was stunned: "Brother Qin, you, what is this?"

I carefully explained to him my analysis over the past few days, and told him that I had made this decision after careful consideration, and that I absolutely did not mean to tease him.

Seeing my serious attitude, Lin Yun fell silent, and after a long time, he said, "But, Brother Qin, I'm worried..."

I dispelled his concerns: "I know what you're worried about. You're afraid that it might ruin our relationship. You can rest assured, I love Ya-ting deeply, and Ya-ting loves me too. I hope that we can work together to bring back the happy and lively Ya-ting!" I said finally.

Lin Yun thought for a long time and nodded seriously, "Brother Qin, I'm willing to give it a try."

I smiled, "Okay, I have a plan. The May Day holiday is coming soon, and this is what I'm thinking..."

On May Day, Ya Ting and I picked up Wenwen and planned to go to the city amusement park as a family. Only Wenwen could help Ya Ting forget her troubles. We had a lot of fun at the amusement park, but then I received a phone call (actually from Lin Yun). I told Ya Ting that my workplace needed to see me and I had to go immediately. Ya Ting pouted, "What? Can't you even have a moment's peace on May Day!"

I smiled and comforted her, "It's nothing. You take Wenwen to play first, I'll be there soon." Ya Ting had no choice but to agree.

I stopped to observe a short while later. A little while later, Lin Yun appeared. Ya Ting was probably startled, but she immediately picked up Wenwen and turned to leave. Lin Yun quickly followed, bowing and scraping repeatedly, but Ya Ting ignored him and hurried towards the amusement park gate with Wenwen in her arms. I couldn't help but feel anxious, inwardly cursing, "This kid can't even handle such a small matter. He's really all talk and no action."

I had no choice but to go over again and call out, "Tingting, my company notified me… And who is this?"

Lin Yun bowed and scraped, "Brother Qin, hello, I'm Sister Ting's colleague. We just happened to run into each other today." The moment he said "Brother Qin," I knew things were going to go wrong. Sure enough, Ya Ting looked at us suspiciously. I quickly changed the subject, "My workplace just notified me of a short meeting, about an hour. You and Wenwen can play here. I'll be back to pick you up soon. Don't go anywhere else, just stay at the amusement park. Look how happy Wenwen is today." Without waiting for Ya Ting's reply, I turned and left, rushing out of the amusement park.

I got in my car and drove around aimlessly. Now I could only wait, hoping Lin Yun would handle things well. After wandering around for over an hour, I returned to the amusement park and sneaked in. I found them near a large carousel. Lin Yun was sitting on the carousel with Wenwen, who seemed to be having a lot of fun. Ya Ting stood to the side watching them, a slight smile on her face. Seeing this, I felt a little relieved.

I walked over slowly and called out. Ya-ting turned around, saw it was me, and smiled faintly. My heart skipped a beat; I knew this clever girl must have figured something out. Ya-ting called Wen-wen down, saying her father was here. When the carousel stopped, Wen-wen happily jumped into my arms, while Lin Yun came over to say goodbye.

Back home, Ya-ting didn't say a word, her face always displaying a faint, almost imperceptible smile. My heart pounded. After dinner, I fed Wen-wen, then told her a story. Finally, I managed to coax the little darling to sleep, and I quickly went back to the bedroom.

Ya-ting was lying on her side; I didn't know if she was asleep. I got into bed and lay behind her, hugging her softly, calling, "Tingting, are you asleep?"

Ya-ting turned her head, her bright eyes looking at me intently. I felt uneasy under her gaze and chuckled awkwardly, "You're still awake?"

Ya-ting continued to look at me, and after a long while, she said, "What are you two up to?"

I quickly smiled apologetically, "Nothing, we... no, I just wanted to cheer you up."

Ya-ting raised her voice, "Don't do such silly things again, it's ridiculous!" After saying that, she turned away and ignored me. I was silent for a long time, then said softly, "I really just wanted you to be happy. I... you're crying, Tingting, don't cry." I saw large tears welling up in the corners of Ya-ting's eyes.

Ya-ting sat up, "Are you still doubting me? If death could wash away my sins, I... I'd die!" As she spoke, she covered her cheeks and began to sob.

I panicked and quickly hugged her, saying, "Don't cry, baby, don't cry. I never doubted you. I just wanted you to be happy." I pulled her hands away, cupped her tear-streaked face, and kissed away her tears. I said tenderly, "Look at me, look at my Tingting. I only want you to be happy. All my life, I've wanted you to be happy. I hope the Ya Ting I know, the happy Ya Ting, can come back to me."

Ya Ting stopped crying and looked at me hesitantly, "Then why did you bring him here? What do you want?"

I gently pinched Ya Ting's upturned nose and laughed, "Him? Which 'him'?"

Ya Ting playfully punched me, "It's... that Lin... Lin Yun."

I hugged Ya Ting tightly and said, "Ya Ting, listen to me. Life has many paths. These past few months, we've gone astray, onto the wrong path, a path of heartbreak. So I want to correct it. No matter how many paths lie ahead, I only want to walk the path I believe is right, a path of lifelong happiness."

Ya Ting said blankly, "Brother, what are you saying? I don't understand at all. Just tell me straight, what do you want to do?"

I kissed her and said, "I want to go back to the past, back to the days before these heartbreaking days."

"What are you saying?" Ya-ting pondered my words carefully, then suddenly widened her eyes. "You want me... I... what nonsense are you talking about? If you keep this up, I'm really going to get angry!" She turned to the side, her breath coming in heavy gasps.

"Yes, that's it. I want you to date Lin Yun!"

"You!" These words struck Ya-ting like a thunderbolt. She stared at me intently, her eyes filled with endless confusion. I held her shoulders and nodded earnestly. "I love you. I'm willing to give everything for you. I want my darling, my darling Ting-ting, to experience true love, not just brotherly love for sister. I want you to experience the feeling of being in love. I want you to pursue what a girl truly needs!"

Tears welled up in Ya-ting's eyes again. "Brother... why are you so good to me?"

"Because I love you!" I gently kissed her.

"But that's not fair to you!" Ya-ting shook her head vigorously. "Brother, don't say anymore, I won't agree."

I hugged her. "I don't want fairness, I just want you to be happy. It's unfair to me if you're not happy."

"But brother..."

"No buts!"

"But..." Tears streamed down her face.

"Don't cry, don't cry.

" The truth was laid out, and I tried to change my attitude and outlook on life. I often advised Ya-ting not to deliberately accommodate me. I hoped she could get out of the shadows and find the true meaning of happiness.

Ya-ting's change was only slight. She still didn't pay much attention to Lin Yun and rarely contacted him. But any change was an achievement. After all, people can't drift like race cars!

Our relationship improved a lot. I could clearly feel that Ya-ting's love for me had deepened, and the long-lost passion gradually returned. Once, during sex... Ting even let me explore her anus, which she had never let me touch before, which further solidified my initial decision. I encouraged her, telling her that I loved her deeply, but that she could also have some light contact with Lin Yun; it wouldn't violate our goal of finding happiness.

Opportunities arose naturally. One weekend, we planned to spend time with Wenwen, but work commitments prevented me from doing so, so I asked Lin Yun to accompany them. Although Ting wasn't entirely willing, Wenwen unexpectedly took a liking to Uncle Lin, whom she had enjoyed playing with before, so Ting reluctantly went. When they returned, although I... Her face was expressionless, but Lin Yun called to report: Ting was quite happy today, showing no signs of unhappiness.

Like all brothers who love their younger sisters, I felt a mix of reluctance to lose her and a desire for her happiness. Sometimes I reflected on my actions, wondering if what I was doing was right or wrong. Seeing Ting's gradually brightening face, and recalling her low point back then, although I felt conflicted, I decided to resolutely carry out my grand plan—to make my sister happy!

Time passed, and about three or four months later, after Lin Yun's persistent requests... With my sincere encouragement, Ya-ting finally agreed to go to a movie with him! That evening, I lay on the sofa in the living room, idly flipping through a magazine, anxiously waiting. Just as I was drifting off to sleep, Ya-ting came home. I checked the time; it was already past ten. I smiled and asked Ya-ting, "How was it? Was the movie good?"

Ya-ting shook her head, "I don't know. Why aren't you asleep yet, brother?"

I chuckled, "It's my daughter's first time going to the movies with her boyfriend; how can I, as her father, sleep?"

Ya-ting playfully punched me, "What are you saying! I'm ignoring you; I'm going to take a shower."

"Then I'll go upstairs and wait for you." I shook my head and went upstairs, lying on the bed to wait. Soon, Ya-ting came in. After she got into bed, I hugged her, "How was it? Tell your brother."

Ya-ting's body tensed slightly, but she just shook her head, "Nothing much. It's just a movie, what else could it be?"

"Haha." I chuckled. "No, something's definitely up. Look how nervous you are. Tell your brother, I'm curious. Look at your face, all red. It would be strange if nothing was wrong."

Ya-ting shyly snuggled into my arms and whispered, "When we came out after watching... he... held my hand."

"Oh!" I whispered in her ear, "Is that so? Ting-ting, how did you feel? Was your heart pounding?"

Ya-ting didn't answer, just shook her head like a rattle.

"Hehe!" I laughed and hugged her tightly. "Shake your head, yes; no, no. That's it."

"Brother! You still dare to say that! I'm really not talking to you anymore." The little girl turned her body around, turning her bottom towards me. I smiled and patted Ya-ting's bottom. "Okay, brother won't say anything more. Ting-ting, stick your bottom up a little higher!"

Knowing my intention, Ya-ting said, "What are you doing?" But she still obediently moved her bottom towards my lower abdomen. I took off my own pajama pants and then went to take off Ya-ting's. Ya-ting cooperated by lifting her buttocks. I only pulled her pajama pants down to her knees, cupping her smooth, round buttocks in my hands and gently rubbing and kneading them. Soon, my right hand slipped into her buttocks. I used my middle finger to draw circles around her anus, occasionally lightly tapping the center of her clitoris. "No!" Ya-ting said, and I could clearly feel her anus contracting.

I had no choice but to reach forward with my hand. The outer edge of the crevice was already very slippery. I stretched out my middle finger and probed inside. Wow! So slippery and hot! Without hesitation, I added my index finger, and the two fingers stirred inside her vagina, quickly wetting my palm with sticky vaginal fluid.

"Ah... brother... be gentle... ah... ah." A moan hidden in Ya-ting's throat escaped. I inserted two fingers, pressing them all the way to Ya-ting's clitoris. Actually, Ya-ting's vaginal canal was very shallow, so my fingers easily began to tease Ya-ting's slippery cervix. At this, Ya-ting couldn't help but groan loudly, her body arching like a bow, her buttocks sticking out desperately: "Ah...ah...husband, faster...faster...ah...ah!"

I immediately felt a violent contraction inside Ya-ting's vagina, as if it wanted to twist my fingers off! I didn't expect Ya-ting to have such a quick climax. Once the spasms subsided, I withdrew my slightly sore fingers and quickly thrust my engorged penis inside her, relentlessly pounding and pounding. The tight, pleasurable sensation at the head of my penis made me gasp, "Ah...ah..."

"Ah...ya..." Ya-ting's cries were much louder than mine. She buried her face in the pillow, her buttocks still firmly raised: "Good...brother...harder...harder...oh..."

Encouraged by Ya-ting, I thrust forcefully without restraint, pulling my penis almost entirely out with each stroke, then quickly pushing it back into Ya-ting's hungry vagina. The intense movements combined with waves of pleasure made me gasp for breath: "Hmm...oh...Ya...Ya-ting...good sister...is this...huh...comfortable...?"

"Ah...ah...good...good...comfortable...harder...harder...ah...ah..." Ya-ting's snow-white buttocks trembled with my thrusts, her buttocks were already red from my impact, her entire buttocks and lower abdomen were wet from the fluids I brought out, and her tender labia opened and closed with my thrusts, making "sizzling" sounds.

To be honest, such intense visual and physical stimulation made me unable to help but feel an explosive pleasure, so I had to distract myself and put my hand inside Ya-ting's nightgown, kneading her white and tender breasts hard: "...um...why...why...ah...want me...harder...thrust..."

"Ugh...ugh...um...because...because...Tingting is naughty...ah...ah..."

"No...naughty...how...naughty..." I panted.

"Because...because...I...am a bad...um...girl..." Ya-ting, who was starting to ramble incoherently, grabbed my hand and pressed it tightly against her breasts: "Lin...Lin Yun...ah...held...my hand, I didn't...break free...oh...let him...hold...people...I...am...so...happy...um...my pussy...is wet...Tingting is naughty...brother...you...harder...I...just you...insert me...don't...Lin Yun...insert me...ah..."

Ya-ting's words made my lust rise even higher. I increased the rhythm of my thrusting while kneading her white and tender breasts hard. Ya-ting tried her best to stick her buttocks back and pressed them firmly against my lower abdomen. My rapid thrusting, combined with the abundant milk flowing into Yating's vagina, created a rhythmic "slap...splatter..." sound, interspersed with the sound of my scrotum slapping against her mons pubis. Each time a "slap" sound rang out, Yating would let out a particularly loud moan: "Mmm...ah...ah..."

My lower body thrust rapidly into Yating's vagina, while my mouth moved to lick and kiss her beautiful, fair nape. I don't know if it was my penis growing larger and larger, or if Yating's vagina becoming tighter and tighter, but I felt the pressure on my penis increasing. I knew that the hot semen would soon be squeezed out by Yating's vagina!

"Ah...husband...so...so strong...ah...um...Tingting...um...I'm coming...coming..."

Hearing this, I quickly hugged Ya Ting tightly. Her delicate voice moaned loudly in my ear: "Ah...I...want...um...coming...oh...oh...so good...oh..." Her buttocks gripped my penis tightly, her vagina contracted, and her whole body suddenly stiffened and trembled: "Ah...ah...brother...you're so...so amazing..."

I gritted my teeth, my voice trembling: "Wait for me...brother is going to...shoot...shoot..." My penis twitched rapidly a few times, then silently hugged Ya Ting tightly. I could no longer hold on...streams of hot semen sprayed into Ya Ting's warm and soft vagina. The suction inside made me feel like I might ejaculate to death. I knew that the stock in my testicles must have been completely ejaculated. Now I only had the strength to breathe, and I shivered several times: "Ah...wife..."

"Husband..." Seeing my trembling with pleasure, Ya-ting turned around with satisfaction. She wrapped her arms around my head and asked with a gentle smile, "Was it comfortable?"

"It was comfortable! Wife, I love you to death!" I hugged Ya-ting's delicate body tightly.

After a long while of tenderness, I withdrew my half-erect penis and turned Ya-ting over to hug her again. Ya-ting's face was no more than ten centimeters away from mine, and I could clearly feel her still slightly rapid breathing. I leaned in and kissed Ya-ting's smooth forehead, her pert nose, and her tender red lips. Suddenly, the scene from earlier came to mind, and I couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Ya-ting looked puzzled: "What are you laughing at, silly brother?"

"Hehe!" I sneered, mimicking Ya-ting's tone: "Ah... Lin Yun... held my hand... ah... my pussy... is wet... ah..."

Ya-ting was both embarrassed and anxious: "No way! I didn't say that."

"Yes, yes, I didn't say that, I didn't say that." I said that, but then continued to mimic: "Ah... I... want brother to insert... not Lin Yun... ah... hahaha"

Ya-ting's face turned red, and she kept hitting my chest: "You still say that, you still say that, I didn't..." I grabbed her fists, kissed her luscious little mouth, and shut her up... In the days that followed, Ya-ting and Lin Yun's contact gradually increased. They often did things that couples do, such as watching movies, shopping, and drinking coffee together. Ya-ting confessed to me that holding hands happened from time to time, but that was all. The two of them did not do anything else excessive.

Although I felt a little jealous, I accepted it calmly. I even joked with her, saying, "Just holding hands doesn't count as dating. Kissing is normal too."

Whenever I teased her like that, Ya-ting would use her "ultimate move - the wife's double fists - the ultimate technique" to deal with me.

Perhaps it was because I was experiencing the feeling of "being in love," but I could feel her gradually exuding a charming, youthful allure. Her every move captivated me, and I became even more infatuated with her body. Ya-ting also became more open about sex; we even drove to the suburbs several times on weekends for "car sex," which was incredibly passionate.

However, everything has a beginning. One day, just before National Day in 2007, after a "date" between Ya-ting and Lin Yun, I received a call from Lin Yun. He said to me in a panic, "B-Brother, I'm sorry, I...I'm so sorry." I was puzzled and asked him what had happened. Lin Yun told me, "Today I couldn't control myself and kissed...kissed Tingting. I really didn't mean it, I...I really couldn't help myself. It has nothing to do with Tingting, it's all my fault. Brother Qin, if you want to scold me, scold me, please don't blame Tingting, okay?"

This guy, without realizing it, he'd started mentioning Tingting! Although I was slightly annoyed by this, I still wanted to understand Yating's feelings first. I told him not to mention it for now, and to let me know my opinion on how to handle it after I figured things out.

That evening, after a pleasant lovemaking session, I held Yating in my arms and asked her, "Lin Yun told me today that he kissed you. How did you feel?"

Yating probably didn't expect Lin Yun to be so honest with me so quickly. Hearing my question, a blush immediately appeared on her face. "It's not like what he said. He... wanted to kiss me, but I avoided him. He just... gave me a quick kiss on the cheek."

"Oh!" I smiled and kissed her cheek, asking, "Is that so?"

Yating blushed and shook her head. "No, it was even lighter than that. He just... touched me."

I continued kissing her and asked softly, "So how did you feel? Were you a little happy? Or did you feel annoyed? Brother wants to hear the truth, Tingting's honest opinion!"

Yating curled up in my arms and after a long while said, "Happy... just a little bit, just a little bit."

"Okay, don't be shy." I cupped Ya-ting's face, looked into her eyes earnestly, and said, "Ya-ting, you need to open your heart to your brother, okay? I need to know your deepest thoughts so I can know how to face things. If you keep things from me and I keep things from you, I'm afraid it will create a rift between us, and that's not what I want, understand?"

Ya-ting looked at me with wide eyes. I think she could definitely see the sincerity in my eyes. After a long while, Ya-ting hugged my neck tightly, pressed her face against mine, and whispered, "Brother, you're so good to me. Why are you so good to me?"

"Because I love you. I love you deeply." I gently stroked her smooth, long hair.

Tears welled in Ya-ting's eyes as she pressed her face tightly against mine, murmuring, "But...sometimes I feel so bad, really...so bad. I love you so much, brother, but I've fallen for another boy. I keep blaming myself, but I just can't control myself. What should I do...brother, what should I do?"

"Shh..." I kissed her, speaking softly, "Brother understands, I understand everything. Ting-ting, you don't need to blame yourself. Brother has thought it through. This isn't your fault; we're both at fault. Our marriage was forced upon us by our parents. If you hadn't married me and could have chosen the life you wanted, you wouldn't be so conflicted now. But I know I love you, so I can't let you go. So what if Ting-ting falls in love with two people? Brother is willing. I don't care if society understands me. As long as Ting-ting is happy every day, always joyful, that's enough for brother."

"Brother...I love you!"

We embraced tightly, our bodies intertwined, our hearts merging...hoping it would last forever.

Ya-ting and Lin Yun's relationship continued to develop. Like a real couple, their dates had their highs and lows, but their progress was faster than I had anticipated. I observed them closely, like a father watching his daughter grow.

One thing I needed to be sure of was whether Lin Yun was truly sincere towards Ya-ting. I needed to be certain! During this time, I was constantly looking for an opportunity to test him, to ascertain Lin Yun's feelings!

I needed a meticulous plan to achieve my desired outcome without hurting Ya-ting. I waited and guided Ya-ting until one day I knew it was time to implement my plan.

Tomorrow, under my deliberate guidance, Ya-ting arranged to meet Lin Yun at a secluded park on the outskirts of the city. I knew it was time to make my move! I went to a labor market in the city and wandered around for a long time before finding two migrant workers from out of town. They were initially reluctant when I told them I only needed half a day's work. I explained that I could earn 1,000 yuan each for just half a day, and they finally agreed.

I took them to a quiet place and treated them to a meal, explaining, "It's like this, I have a younger sister who has fallen for a man, but I don't know if he truly loves her. I have to test him."

They understood, but emphasized that they would never do anything illegal! I assured them there would be no problem; I was just testing the man, how could it be illegal?

After they agreed, I told them my plan…

The next day, I asked my supervisor for half a day off, rented a minivan, removed the license plates, and took the two migrant workers. I followed Yating the whole way. It wasn't the weekend, and there were hardly any people in the small park; the whole area was deserted. I followed Ya Ting and the others in my car until we reached a tree-lined bend in the road. I sped up and stopped beside Ya Ting. Two migrant workers lunged at her, pulling out knives and grabbing her arms, yelling, "Robbery! Hand over the money!"

Ya Ting was terrified, but Lin Yun remained relatively calm, raising his hands and saying, "Brothers, please don't be impulsive. We'll give you the money, please don't hurt my girlfriend."

I sat in the driver's seat, wearing a large hood over my head, and watched as Lin Yun pulled out his wallet, took out his ID card, bank cards, and other items, then threw the wallet containing the cash on the ground. The two migrant workers stared at me blankly. I paused for a moment, then, in a high-pitched, out-of-town accent, said, "Quickly pick it up! Proceed as planned!" Fortunately, Ya Ting and the others were too panicked to notice the accent.

The two migrant workers started pulling Ya Ting into the woods, shouting, "This girl's pretty, let's have some fun!" I saw Lin Yun panic, lunging at the two workers and wrestling with them. In the chaos, Lin Yun screamed and fell to the ground. I was startled, and the two workers were also stunned, turning to look at me. I looked closely and saw Lin Yun clutching his hand, crying out in pain. I felt a little relieved and quickly gestured for the two men to get in the car.

Once they were in, I floored the gas and sped away. I parked in a secluded spot, where I had already parked my car. I immediately took out my phone and called Ya Ting: "Hey, Tingting, how did the date go?" Ya Ting burst into tears on the phone: "Brother, sob sob... We were robbed! Lin Yun was stabbed... he's bleeding a lot... we're waiting for a ride to the hospital."

I quickly comforted her, telling her I'd drive over to pick them up right away. Then I gave the money to the two migrant workers. One of them handed me the wallet I had just "snatched" from Lin Yun. I opened it and saw that there was about two or three thousand yuan inside. I took the money out, put the wallet away, and then handed the money back to the two actors. One of them took the money, trembling, saying, "Brother, thank you so much. This is too much money. But I hope this won't cause a big fuss today. We don't want to end up in the police station."

I laughed and said, "Don't worry, I won't let them call the police. It'll be fine, you can relax." I told the two men to take a taxi and left. I took off my jacket and pants and threw them into the van. I got into my car, put on the clothes I had prepared beforehand, and started the car to pick up Ya Ting and the others. I saw Ya Ting and Lin Yun soon after entering the park gate. I quickly told them to get in the car and drove towards the city. I turned to Lin Yun and asked, "Are you alright? Are you okay?"

Lin Yun shook his head, wincing, "I'm fine, just... a small injury."

I asked Ya Ting again, "Did you call the police?"

Ya Ting shook her head, "Not yet, I'll call the police right now." She picked up her phone to dial 110.

I quickly interrupted her, "Don't call the police. They're all desperate criminals. It won't do any good even if you call the police. As long as you're alright, that's all that matters." Ya Ting's mind was on Lin Yun at that moment. After hearing my words, she put down her phone and asked Lin Yun with concern, "Does it still hurt...?"

When we arrived at the city's People's Hospital, the doctor cleaned, disinfected, stitched, bandaged, and finally put an IV drip on Lin Yun's wound. I told Ya-ting to take good care of Lin Yun, and that I had to run some errands and would be right back. I drove to the minivan, got in, threw my costume and Lin Yun's wallet in the trash, returned the minivan, took a taxi back, bought some drinks in my car, and went back to the hospital.

Lin Yun's IV drip would probably finish in another hour, so I gave the car keys to Ya-ting and told her to take Lin Yun home after the drip was finished. Then I took a taxi back to work. I sat in my office chair, carefully reviewing today's actions. There were no flaws. However, there was one thing that bothered me: Lin Yun was too bold. After this incident, Ya-ting might be even more dependent on him. I smiled bitterly. My original intention was that if he had shown any weakness today, I would have pressed my advantage and told Ya-ting to leave Lin Yun, so that Ya-ting wouldn't have any lingering feelings for him…

Seeing how attentive Lin Yun was to Ya-ting today, I had overestimated him. What a failure! Thinking about how things continued between Ya-ting and Lin Yun, I couldn't guarantee that I wouldn't lose Ya-ting one day. Should I let Ya-ting slowly accept Lin Yun? And then I'll lose Ya-ting! Or should I forcibly separate them, causing Ya-ting to fall into depression again, and I'll lose Ya-ting anyway! Is this all I have left? Should Ya-ting and I just accept Lin Yun's involvement? I kept pondering all the possibilities, questioning my own heart: what am I most afraid of? Of course, it's losing Ya-ting. I told myself I had to make a decision…

When I got home from work, I saw Lin Yun sitting alone on the sofa, his injured hand resting on the armrest, his face contorted in pain. Seeing this guy suffering, I felt a strange sense of amusement.

Lin Yun immediately stood up when he saw me return home: "Brother Qin, you're back."

I went over and sat down opposite him: "Sit down, sit down. How are you? Are you alright?"

Lin Yun sat down: "I'm fine, just a minor cut. The doctor said it'll be fine in three or four days."

I took out a cigarette and offered him one: "With your hand injured like this, you can't go back for now. Let it heal here first."

Lin Yun nodded: "I'll listen to you, brother. I'll go get a room later."

"Get a room!" I interrupted him: "There are plenty of rooms at home. Just stay here. You've come all this way; how can you stay in a hotel?"

"No, that won't do. It's too inconvenient." Lin Yun just shook his head.

I waved my hand: "Listen to me. Just settle in. Yating can take good care of you. By the way, where's Yating?"

Lin Yun said: "She heard from the doctor that drinking some pig liver soup is good after blood loss, so she went to the supermarket to buy things." This girl, she's been learning to cook for half a year, and it's all benefited Lin Yun.

After dinner, Yating settled Lin Yun in the guest room. I took a shower and waited for her while half-leaning on the bed. Soon, Ya-ting came over, took a shower, and

got into bed. I hugged her and asked, "How is it? Is everything settled?" "Yes, he's in bed, but he can't sleep. His wound must be very painful." Ya-ting rested her head on my shoulder.

I smiled and said, "In that case, why don't you go and comfort him?"

"Brother..." Ya-ting said coquettishly.

I tightened my grip on her arm. "Just kidding. But I'm still somewhat gratified that Lin Yun risked his life to protect you today." I looked at her red eyes, and my mind drifted back to the internal struggle I had in the office that afternoon...

"Brother! Husband! What are you thinking about?" Ya-ting gently patted my face when she saw that I hadn't spoken for a while.

I came to my senses and looked at Ya-ting carefully. Her oval face, fair and delicate skin, delicately arched eyebrows, big, bright eyes, a straight and upturned nose, lips that were rosy even without lipstick, and a pointed yet rounded chin. "Brother! Brother!" Seeing me staring at her blankly, Ya-ting called out again, displeased.

I kissed her smooth forehead and asked, "Lin Yun is sincere towards you, and what about you? I can see that you also have feelings for him, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say you've fallen in love with him. Have you thought about what to do in the future?"

Ya-ting fell silent upon hearing this. She slowly slid into the blankets and shook her head, "I... I don't know, brother... I... I can do it, I can stop contacting him, brother, I can..."

I covered her small mouth and smiled, saying, "Silly girl, let brother tell you what to do. Accept him!"

Ya-ting opened her eyes wide, looking at me in confusion. Suddenly, she sat up and shook her head violently, crying, "No, brother, don't leave me... I know... you want to make us happy, but... Ting-ting can't do anything... can't do anything. If you leave me, in the future... who will love me... pamper me? I don't want that... brother, don't leave me!"

"Shh!" I hugged her and whispered in her ear, "Brother won't leave you. Brother will love you just the same, until we grow old together. Brother is just asking you to accept him, not that brother will leave. Do you understand, little girl?"

Ya Ting stared blankly at me. She knew I wasn't joking. Ya Ting shook her head desperately. I smiled, cupped her little head, and asked her, "Tingting, tell brother, do you like Lin Yun? Brother wants to hear the truth, your true feelings."

Ya Ting looked at me without speaking, and after a long while, she gently nodded. I suddenly hugged her tightly, wishing I could meld her into my body. My heart was pounding, and I screamed inwardly: Die! Let's go to hell together! Since the outcome is painful no matter what, let me suffer! I only knew that a short pain is better than a long one. I hardened my heart and pushed Ya Ting away. Ya Ting stared blankly at me. I forced a smile and said, "Tingting, go keep Lin Yun company. Your brother is going to sleep."

Ya Ting panicked, threw herself at me, and started crying again, "Brother... don't be like this, it's all Tingting's fault for being naughty... Tingting has really made up her mind, I... I... I'll tell him right away that we'll never see each other again... never see each other again, brother... please don't send me away, brother..."

"Stop crying!" I shouted. I picked up Ya-ting and carried her to the door before putting her down. "I believe you can break off contact with him, but what about the future? What about your heart? Can you forget him? Can you sever the ties of love in your heart?" I held her shoulders tightly, saying each word carefully, "Brother has thought it through. This is my final decision, and it's the only one that will make you happy for the rest of your life! Remember! I, Qin Feng, will love you for the rest of my life and will never leave you! As long as you can, can reserve half a place in your heart for brother!" After saying this, I let out a long sigh of relief. Without waiting for Ya-ting to respond, I opened the door, pushed her out, and quickly closed and locked it.

Ya-ting knocked on the door and called for me, but I ignored her. I got into bed, pulled the sheet over myself, and took deep breaths. After a long time, the sounds outside gradually stopped, and slowly, there was no sound at all. I thought, maybe she went to Lin Yun's place, or maybe she's still standing there dumbfounded. It's a bit chilly outside! I almost got up to open the door and check, but I held back; I had to steel myself!

I don't usually smoke in the bedroom, but now I couldn't resist lighting one. I inhaled the pale blue smoke deeply and exhaled it long. One cigarette went out, then I lit another. The cigarette calmed me down a little. I got out of bed and opened the door. Tingting was no longer outside. I went back to bed, a wave of loneliness washing over me.

Suddenly, I remembered a joke: It's said that a scholar married his beloved only daughter, and that night he couldn't sleep. He gazed at the moonlight outside the window and sighed deeply. His concubine asked curiously, "Master, what's wrong?" The scholar turned around and sighed, "That boy is probably indulging in his pleasures right now!"

I chuckled foolishly in the empty bedroom, and then felt a little thirsty for a drink. I went downstairs, groped around in the dark, grabbed a bottle of liquor from the cabinet—I didn't recognize it—opened the cap, and took a swig. Hmm, it was that 1998 Lafite. I'd opened it a couple of times with Yating a few days ago. I downed the remaining half in one go, then groped around in the dark to throw the empty bottle in the trash can and collapsed onto the sofa. The numbing effect of the cigarette and alcohol dulled my senses. I don't know how much time passed, but I felt a chill in the air, so I wrapped my pajamas tighter and went upstairs.

I stood at the top of the stairs, gazing at the guest room at the other end of the hallway. My Tingting was in there! I sighed, "Time to sleep," I told myself, but suddenly a strange thought made my heart leap! Go check! What are you looking at! How embarrassing! I should still check! I can't let that guy bully Tingting too much! My mind was in turmoil, but my feet moved towards the guest room against my will.

I stopped at the guest room door, but there wasn't a sound from inside. I silently went to the balcony, where I could see the guest room through the window. The curtains were drawn, but I still noticed a tiny gap. I peered through and could see most of the room, including the bed in the guest room.

I saw Lin Yun leaning against the headboard, Ya Ting sitting on the edge, her body mostly nestled against Lin Yun's chest. Lin Yun had his arm around Ya Ting's shoulder with his uninjured hand. They were talking, but their voices were muffled and indistinct as they reached the window. After a while, Ya Ting looked up and said something to Lin Yun, then stood up, paused by the bed, and walked towards the door.

I was startled and just wanted to escape back to the bedroom. But I clearly heard Lin Yun call out, "Tingting!" His voice was loud and clear. Ya Ting stood in the doorway, and Lin Yun jumped up and rushed to her side, hugging her tightly. Ya Ting stood there blankly for a moment, then suddenly turned around and hugged Lin Yun's neck tightly, standing on tiptoe to search for something. Lin Yun immediately lowered his head and kissed her, the two embracing tightly and passionately kissing. Until Lin Yun slightly straightened his back—Lin Yun was over 175cm tall, while Ya Ting was petite at less than 158cm—Ya Ting's feet were completely off the ground after Lin Yun straightened up.

Lin Yun supported Ya Ting with one hand, turned and took a few steps to place her on the bed, then immediately crawled down and covered her, engaging in another passionate kiss. Lin Yun excitedly unbuttoned Ya Ting's nightgown, and suddenly everything went black. It turned out Ya Ting had fumbled to turn off the light. I sighed inwardly, dejectedly preparing to go back to my room, but the room immediately lit up again. It was Lin Yun who had turned the light back on, and he was whispering something to Ya Ting. I guessed it was something about wanting to look at the beautiful you...

Lin Yun kissed Ya Ting while his hands removed her nightgown. Ya Ting obediently raised her shoulders and buttocks to cooperate, and soon she was completely naked. Lin Yun pulled away Ya Ting's hands that were covering her breasts, leaving her with nowhere to put them, so she could only shyly cover her eyes. Lin Yun straightened up and stood by the bed, looking down at Ya Ting's fair and flawless body. Her pair of jade-like breasts stood proudly on her chest, not much lowered by lying flat. Her originally smooth and delicate abdomen was slightly concave, and her most private mons pubis was as white as jade, smooth and hairless. This was the masterpiece that Lin Yun and Ya Ting had created two months ago. That day, we used hair removal cream, razors, and tweezers to finally complete the task. Her mons pubis, which was already sparsely haired, was now as tender as a child's. The area between Ya Ting's legs was not visible to me due to the angle, but I thought that it must be something that Lin Yun longed for.

Lin Yun knelt on the ground as if worshipping a god, planting countless kisses on Ya Ting's smooth abdomen and fair thighs. I could clearly see that Ya Ting was beginning to arouse herself; she gently swayed her slender waist, closed her eyes, and slightly opened her small mouth. I was certain that from that cherry-like mouth, she would begin to utter lascivious moans that made one's blood boil.

Lin Yun raised his head, gazing tenderly at Ya Ting's intoxicated state, then lowered his head and covered Ya Ting's vulva with his mouth. This elicited a strong reaction from Ya Ting; she reached out and pressed her hands behind Lin Yun's head, raising her legs to clamp Lin Yun's cheeks. After licking and sucking Ya Ting's mons pubis for a while, Lin Yun began to move his head from side to side and back and forth. He might have been sucking on Ya Ting's clitoris, or he might have been delving deep into Ya Ting's vagina; in any case, Ya Ting's body trembled, and she was definitely moaning loudly, because I could faintly hear soft moans from outside the window…

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