Reposted from the author of the second volume of the classic novel "Summer"; by chance.

This
summer was a bit unusual. It finally felt like early summer, but then it turned chilly again. I'd just brought my son Qiangqiang's spring clothes back from my mom's house when I got a call from my dad at school: he wanted me to quickly bring some clothes over. It was strange, though; I was online at home when I answered his call and saw a lot of news about flood relief and disaster recovery.
The high school entrance exams were over, finally a chance to relax. Helan's class did okay, and she could have been home already, but she felt a little reluctant: several students hadn't met the cutoff scores, and their parents were pestering the teachers, racking their brains to find a solution. Seeing that… sigh, the hearts of parents everywhere!
This year's admissions situation was a bit puzzling: the cutoff scores for all schools in the city were set exceptionally high. In reality, with such high scores, no school could possibly fill all its places. Why? For money. Students who didn't meet the cutoff scores had to sponsor them! Watching her students, whom she had taught for three years, have their parents spend thousands, even tens of thousands, of yuan to buy a high school spot for just a few points on their grades, He Lan felt a pang of sadness. Several of her students' parents were laid off, and their lives were already incredibly difficult; she couldn't bear to look them in the eye.
She cleaned up her emails, shut down her computer, and went to find clothes for Qiangqiang. The phone rang; the caller ID suggested it was Wen, but Liang answered.
"Hey, He Lan, you must be bored out of your mind right now, right?"
Liang chuckled as soon as he opened his mouth.
"You're already this envious after just two days? You didn't see this when we were busy!"
she said.
"Anyway, in my mind, teachers have so much free time. Two long vacations a year are enough to make the entire working class envious."
He Lan listened to him, imagining Liang's expression, and couldn't help but smile.
"So, what's up?"
"There is something."
He suddenly hesitated.
"Are you free these days?"
"Yeah, I can still relax for a few more days. I have to go back to work at the beginning of next month, around the time of the college entrance exams. What's up?" "
Well, there's a big client, oh, your family's client! They've got a project there under the Western Development Strategy, and it's a pretty big investment. They want your husband to go and do some planning or something. We'll be there in a couple of days, maybe a few more."
"Going is fine! Why are you reporting this to me?"
He Lan pursed her lips.
"Ahem, silly girl! I just want you to experience the Western scenery!"
"No!"
He Lan said decisively.
"What? You don't understand my good intentions?"
"Yes!"
"I'm telling you, don't think the worst, think the best!"
"Get lost."
"Really, this is your husband's idea. He really wants you to go and relax. Don't believe me? He told you?"
"Okay."
Wen took the phone. "Heh, Helan, you see, people are just different. A good thing sounds like a huge fire pit to him. It's fine to go for a few days if you're free. It's the perfect season in the Northwest right now. When we get there, all the local specialties and fruits will be in season. Don't regret it if you don't go! Didn't you really want to see the desert?"
"No!"
Helan said coquettishly.
"Why? Are you afraid?"
"Heh! Yes. I'm afraid of the wolves in the north!"
Helan heard him laughing on the other end and shouted into the phone, "If you laugh again, I'm hanging up!"
"Hey."
Wen quickly stopped him. "I'm serious. Our flight is the day after tomorrow morning. We'll probably arrive in Lanzhou around lunchtime."
"Hey."
Helan heard him talking to Liang. "Liang checked, your flight is at noon, we'll pick you up then. Got it?"
Wen said.
"Got it!"
After that, Helan listened to his sweet words on the phone for a few more minutes before hanging up.
Helan lay on the bed, her thoughts a little chaotic. Remembering she had to pick up Qiangqiang, she looked at her watch; there was still some time.
Seeing the Omega watch on her wrist, her heart pounded. Helan came out of the airport exit, looking around at the desolate scene. She hadn't been to Lanzhou for several years, and now, apart from the newly built terminal building, everything else seemed the same.
From afar, she saw the tall Liang waving at her, and her heart warmed. The gloomy mood she had felt for the past two hours on the plane immediately lifted. Liang ran over and took her bag. She only had one bag and a shoulder bag, which she swung happily in her hand. "Where is he?"
"He didn't come,"
Liang said. "What?"
Helan was stunned, standing there motionless. "Look at you, he'll arrive tonight!" "Why?" "Something came up at the company, I can't get away. Your husband's a big boss now. He has no choice."
"Tch, if I'd known, I wouldn't have come." "Big sister! His flight's tonight!"
Liang couldn't bear to tease him anymore.
He Lan finally regained her bright smile. In the sparse crowd, He Lan stood out, and Liang couldn't help but stare at her. "What are you looking at, silly boy?"
Her face turned a little red. Liang grinned, he really did look a bit silly.
The car was sent by the company, and they had been waiting for more than four hours. After getting in the car, He Lan thanked the driver apologetically. "I made you wait so long." "What's the big deal? It's nothing."
The typical Northwestern dialect sounded quite charming. He Lan had stayed in Lanzhou for a while and loved listening to that tune, but she could never quite learn it.
She remembered that it used to take two or three hours to get from the airport to the city center, but now, after leaving Zhongchuan Airport at a little past two o'clock, they were already close to the suburbs. She raised her wrist to check her watch; less than fifty minutes had passed. At this moment, Liang subconsciously glanced at his watch. Helan noticed he was also wearing the Omega watch. Realizing he was watching her, she felt a little flustered and quickly covered her wrist.
Just then, her phone rang. It was Wen calling.
"Where are you? On the way?"
she asked.
"Yes, almost to the city."
"I thought so. I tried calling several times but couldn't get through."
"Where do you think you are? Communicating anytime, anywhere? This is the Northwest."
Hearing his voice, Helan felt a surge of joy. However, she still couldn't help but complain. Wen didn't say anything more, saying he had something to do and hung up.
Entering the city, Lanzhou didn't seem to have changed much, but it was quite different from the barren yellow earthen slopes they had traveled through. Helan leaned against the window, looking around like a little girl. When they arrived at the hotel, they wanted to treat the driver to a meal, but it was too early, and the driver refused. In the end, Liang bought a pack of Lanzhou cigarettes from a small shop near the hotel and insisted on giving it to him.
"The people here are so honest,"
Helan said.
"If you're so polite, I can save the cost of a pack of cigarettes,"
Liang said with a smile.
"Feeling the pinch? Look, he hasn't gone far yet. Shall I go and get it back for you?"
Liang laughed loudly.
She sat on the lobby sofa. After a while, she saw Liang come over with his room key. He was also on his phone, answering a call and nodding frequently. When he reached her, he handed her the phone: "Your husband!"
He Lan couldn't help but laugh as she went upstairs. Liang asked several times, but she just shook her head. The room was nice. A luxury suite. He Lan was a little surprised and complained to Liang that he was too extravagant. Liang looked aggrieved, "Your husband booked this a long time ago, it has nothing to do with me."
He threw his things down and collapsed on the sofa, looking strange. "What's wrong?"
He Lan asked with a smile.
"Your husband! He wants me to go to the company right away, saying I need to meet with some bosses before I leave work to prepare. Actually... I know."
He stared at He Lan.
"What?" "He deliberately sent me away!"
He Lan was changing her shoes when she heard his words, blushing and spitting at him. "I don't care."
Liang pounced on He Lan and hugged her tightly. "When a sheep is right in front of a wolf, it will spit out?"
he grumbled.
Caught off guard, He Lan was pushed down onto the bed. Just as she was about to shyly push him away, his lips were already on hers. Liang's actions at this moment resembled those of a blind young man; one hand instantly grasped one of her breasts. Soon, He Lan quieted down, gently savoring the tip of Liang's tongue as it plunged in, the desire of a mature woman suppressed for months erupting like a volcano. She felt weak all over, her legs twitching uncontrollably, especially the bulge between Liang's legs pressing tightly against hers, which intoxicated her. At this moment, the phone rang at an inopportune moment.
Liang muttered a curse and answered the phone. It was Wen calling, saying that several supplementary materials had been sent to his email. He needed to take a look to see if any changes were needed, then print them out and submit them to the company. He Lan snapped out of her daze. She stood up and straightened her clothes. Liang continued to curse.
Helan couldn't help but laugh and scold him, "Who are you cursing?"
Liang took his laptop out of his bag and connected it to the phone line, laughing and shouting at Helan, "I'm cursing your husband!"
Helan laughed so hard she couldn't straighten up. She turned to his side and helped him plug the phone line into the wall socket.
She moved behind him and hugged him across the chair, "Why are you cursing him? Focus on your work."
While waiting for the connection, Liang turned her head and kissed her. Helan returned the kisses. When the computer went silent, she pushed him away and stared at Liang in the mirror on the wall with captivating charm: "There will be milk, there will be bread."
Liang was once again infatuated with the woman in front of him. He modified a few data points. When he stood up, he checked the time. If he didn't go now, he would really be late.
Helan was sitting on the bed watching him. She reached out and pulled him over, raising her wrist to place their watches together. They were two identical Omega watches, only slightly different in size. They were bought last year at Seibu in Shenzhen. There were three in total, two for men and one for women. She looked up at him shyly, her expression captivating Liang, who couldn't resist kissing her.
But she only gave him a light, fleeting kiss, pushing him away. "Go on, don't let us be late for our business."
He hurriedly stuffed his things into his bag. Helan saw him off at the door, but he suddenly dragged her to the door, yanked up the hem of her clothes, and pulled down her bra, revealing her two white, rabbit-like breasts. He then took one nipple into his mouth. Helan leaned weakly against the wall. After a while, she began to push him away. "If we don't separate now, she won't let me leave. I'll wait for you to come back for dinner."
She pulled her clothes back up. "Eat you!"
Liang grinned and kissed her again!
"Get away from me!"
She shoved him out of the room. Helan returned to bed, leaning against the pillows, still excited.
She dialed Wen's number. "Has the kid left?"
"Yes."
She tried to keep her voice calm.
"Will you behave yourself, kid?"
Wen asked with a grin.
"Get lost. When are you going to the airport?" "
Soon. In a little over an hour! It'll be a bit late when I get there. By the way, I reckon that brat will take advantage of me that late."
"What did you say!"
Helan shouted angrily!
"Right, that scoundrel will take advantage of me."
"You still dare to say that!"
"Could it be that he's already..."
"Xu Yiwen, you're so shameless!"
Helan scolded him!
"Heh..."
He laughed on the other end.
"If you hadn't been manipulating him all the time, he might already be..."
Helan sighed helplessly and blushed as she dealt with him.
"Ha, ha. You ruined our plans!"
Helan didn't know if she was teasing him or just amused, and hung up the phone before he could say anything.
Then, blushing, she stared blankly at the ceiling. Her desire, which had just been fully aroused, now felt like it was suspended in mid-air. The heat lingered in waves, showing no signs of abating. Reaching down, she found herself soaking wet… Liang had left, leaving Helan alone in the room. Her body was gripped tightly by lust, and she feared she wouldn't be able to withstand the torment of desire, helplessly rubbing herself.
Forcing herself to jump out of bed, she rushed to the bathroom. Initially, she instinctively turned on the cold water, trying to wash herself and cool down, but immediately gave up.
Although the northern summer wasn't cold, the water was still bone-chillingly cold against her skin, so she had to turn the water up. She never used bathtubs in hotels; she was wary of such frequently used public facilities. But today, seeing several boxes of bath liners on the sink, she impulsively laid one out and jumped into the tub. Then, she kept turning up the water temperature until her skin couldn't stand it, before closing her eyes and lying in the bathtub to rest.
She tossed and turned in this strange way, endlessly, until the water cooled down. Finally, she threw herself onto the bed, big enough for five or six people, wanting to have a good sleep.
*** *** *** ***
Liang encountered a small problem at the company. The manager of the Lanzhou branch was clearly eager to make a name for himself at headquarters, or rather, to give Liang and his team a hard time.
He may have forgotten that the two were interdependent, and from the beginning, he vehemently criticized the outline Liang brought, even expressing dissatisfaction with the film and television company that Wen Company had long been affiliated with. He was just short of deciding to replace the product's spokesperson. Liang knew this was impossible, because that female colleague had a powerful background, far beyond what a regional manager like him could influence.
However, Liang still had to fawn over him. It was well past closing time, but several locally recruited sales staff were still gathered around the conference table, looking completely innocent as the manager had wasted nearly two hours of his personal time. In the end, Liang suddenly felt a surge of goodwill towards the manager because, after the employees left, he suddenly called over a man who looked to be in his forties—let's call him Lao Liu—and told him that starting Monday, the Mitsubishi SUV would be available for Liang and his team.
After leaving the company, Liang called Wen, but couldn't get through. He was probably on a plane. It was past six o'clock, but the sun was still shining brightly, and the whole city seemed to be filled with the smell of natural gas. There were a lot of bicycles on the streets; even after the rush hour, the traffic was still constant, mostly bicycles.
This seems rare in provincial capitals these days. Among the many women coming and going, there are faces as fair as peach blossoms, but upon closer inspection, there's always a hint of roughness. They lack the delicate refinement of women from Jiangnan, especially the pure, serene charm of Helan. She thought of Helan. Now, when he thinks of women, she comes to mind naturally, and he rarely thinks of his ex-wife anymore.
When she returned for the Spring Festival, she arranged for her son to leave. Liang's parents vehemently opposed it, causing a huge scene. In the end, Liang made the decision, and she took him away. In an instant, he was all alone, and Helan offered him tender comfort.
Last summer in Shenzhen, he met Helan. This Spring Festival, he was completely captivated by the beautiful Helan. At the time, Wen was in Hong Kong for the Spring Festival. He called back to comfort him, and Liang told him, "Don't be silly, buddy, if you really want to, let me marry Helan." Wen laughed and said, "Okay! Plus two packs of Marlboros, consider it a dowry." Helan was so angry that she grabbed the phone and started yelling.
For a while, especially after his son was taken away, he was truly at his wit's end and had no interest in starting over. With Wen's business rapidly expanding, he devoted himself entirely to helping her.
Back at the hotel, He Lan rang the doorbell several times before finally opening it. "Still sleeping?" The curtains were tightly drawn, making it impossible to distinguish between day and night. He Lan turned and ran into the bedroom, then back to bed.
"Finished?"
"What time is it? I ran into an old Communist Party member, he's difficult."
"Are you alright?"
She sat up in bed.
"I'm fine, but it's annoying that he wants an amateur to instruct an expert. Has your husband called?"
he asked.
"No, he's on the plane, I guess."
"Oh. Then I need to hurry."
Liang turned on the bedside lamp and moved closer to He Lan.
"Go away."
He Lan pushed him away coquettishly, "Get out of the way."
"How can you treat your husband like this?"
Liang grabbed her and pulled her down. The belt of her nightgown ripped open, revealing her breasts, which he then took into his mouth.
Helan feigned resistance, "Shameless! My husband's on the plane."
He held her tightly, lifting the thick white cotton nightgown she was wearing in the hotel room. In the dim light, the dark pubic hair in her triangle area looked somewhat unreal. Helan had already stopped struggling, and gently pushed him away, saying, "You're all sweaty..."
Liang released her, pinched her breasts a couple of times, and laughed as he took off his clothes and went to the bathroom...
Helan leaned against the bed, peaceful and without unease, as if waiting for her late-returning husband to share the bed. Liang rushed out, muttering in a strange voice, "If you want to go to heaven, come to Helan's side; if you want to go to hell, come to Helan's side."
Helan burst out laughing, staring at him naked, still wet, with his erect penis standing straight up.
Helan was once again astonished by his magnificence, as if her previous indulgent revelry was just a hazy dream. Blushing, she reached for the bedside lamp to turn it off, but Liang grabbed her ankles and dragged her to the bedside… He peeled off her pajamas like a banana and tossed them aside. Kneeling by the bed, he stared intently at the body before him. Helan's physique was impeccable; her breasts were full, and her curves flowed seamlessly from her hips down her long legs to her jade-like feet.
Her abdomen was flat, with only a few faint lines of pregnancy visible in the sidelight. Under his unbridled gaze, Helan blushed and shrank back. She tried to pull away, but Liang firmly grasped her ankles, separating them, and with a scream from Helan, he had her body in his mouth.
He licked and sucked, drawing a trickle of fluid from Helan. His tongue danced between her labia and mons pubis. Helan could only hold his head, otherwise she would fall backward, onto her back, making her even more vulnerable to Liang's ministrations. Her two long, white legs were raised high, bouncing and dancing with Liang's tongue. She pushed his head away, giggling and panting heavily. Looking at Liang's wet face, she shyly pulled over something to wipe him.
"Salty!"
Liang said with a chuckle.
She playfully hit him on the shoulder and pulled him onto the bed. Liang lay down on the bed, and she smiled as she turned off the light. She knelt beside him, feeling his swollen, enormous penis. Liang quickly felt himself enveloped in her warm, moist mouth... He lifted her up, making her straddle his sides, and then playfully fumbled to turn the light back on. Helan shyly spat out his penis, trying to escape, but he held her firmly, making her unable to move.
At this moment, Helan straddled him, forming a strange and lewd position under the light. Although this position, known as 69, is common in many AVs, practicing it personally, especially between a man and a woman with such an unusual relationship, naturally had a unique flavor.
Helan's hairy parts were fully exposed to Liang, the glistening fluid between her labia clearly visible. He moved his hands away from between her legs, cupping her plump buttocks, allowing his tongue to roam freely… Gradually, Helan began to moan between breaths. She could no longer control the smooth, round glans, almost the size of a whole egg, in her mouth, and soon, her voice rose and fell, suddenly shrill, her body arching, collapsing onto Liang.
Liang also collapsed almost simultaneously, his pent-up essence gushing out. Helan's mind was a mess, but instinctively she held him tighter...
It felt like an eternity before their bodies finally stopped trembling. Liang suddenly shifted, jumped up, and ran into the bathroom. He grabbed a towel and brought it to her lips. She pushed it away. "I already swallowed it,"
Helan said shyly. Liang's thoughts were in disarray, and he couldn't quite process what was happening. He stammered, "I'm sorry."
She took the towel and wiped her mouth. "What are you saying?"
she said, a little reproachfully. She pulled him close and whispered in his ear, "It's okay."
Liang expressed his gratitude in tenderness... He held her tightly. "That was crazy!"
he said, licking her cheek. He licked her face until it was covered in saliva. Helan nestled close to him, putting her tongue into his mouth. "Smell it, what does your semen taste like?"
"Heh,"
Liang turned his head away. When things quieted down, Helan looked at Liang with fervent eyes. All her usual pretense was gone, revealing only a woman's desire and concern for a man.
"Was it good?"
she asked.
"Mmm."
Liang's hand never stopped kneading her breasts. "So beautiful!"
"And you?"
"Yes. But I want more."
Helan abandoned her usual poise, revealing her womanly side. Liang grabbed one of her hands and placed it on his throbbing penis.
"Helan, do you know?"
Liang kissed her eyes.
"What?"
"I really, really love you,"
he said.
She smiled, looking at him and saying, "That sounds like something a young boy from Hong Kong or Taiwan would say."
"Don't you believe me?"
Helan nestled closer to him. "I believe you."
"I'm a little jealous. The article is coming soon."
"What!"
She lightly hit him.
"When he comes, you'll be his."
"You're really... taking the initiative!"
Helan laughed.
"Do you like being with me?"
"Mmm... Liang, I'm thinking about it again."
She started rubbing and teasing his penis. Liang put his hand between her legs, and she obediently spread them apart, revealing a wet patch. Liang's two fingers entered her body, and she let out a soft gasp.
"Do you like me fucking you?"
He stirred his fingers inside...
"Yes!"
"Liang... use vulgar language... I like you fucking me."
Both of them were already numbed by lust. Liang seemed to have discovered something hidden deep within her heart. He himself became even more intoxicated.
"I want to fuck you! Fuck you forever!"
As he spoke, he was already throbbing with desire. He rolled over and straddled her, and Helan responded by welcoming him with her wet body. As soon as he touched her, Helan trembled slightly.
Liang's penis was indeed much more magnificent than Wen's; she could even feel the opening being squeezed open. After it was fully inside, Helan contentedly turned Liang's head down.
"It's so full... Hold me tight, don't move."
After Liang entered her body... she couldn't help but jump around. He used his arms to support himself, afraid of crushing her, and bent down to kiss her nipples. Who do you prefer to fuck? Both husbands like her. He Lan's composure had long since vanished in her ecstasy.
"I want you to tell me who you like to fuck! I want you..."
He Lan closed her eyes in ecstasy.
"Wife, I'm coming..."
Liang straightened up and began to thrust in and out with great force.
At this moment, Wen's plane landed smoothly at Lanzhou Zhongchuan Airport. Wen didn't have the company send a car to pick him up. After exiting the exit, he went straight to a taxi. As soon as he got on the plane, he closed his eyes to try to sleep, but he just couldn't fall asleep. He had been tired enough these past few days, and things were busy at home, and he also had to keep in touch with the company here.
For some reason, he just couldn't sleep. His mind was racing, a jumbled mess, like the engine roaring. He knew that if he couldn't control his thoughts, find a moment to sleep or a clear train of thought within these two hours, they would be incredibly difficult to endure. He inwardly mocked himself. What was wrong with him?
He tried his best to ignore the thoughts floating in his mind, even the vivid images of Helan and Liang, but he couldn't help himself. Finally, with no other option, he focused all his attention on their appearance and voice. Strangely, he found this made him feel much lighter.
Even when he tried to stop thinking about Helan and Liang, even when thinking about work, an image of them whispering sweet nothings would suddenly pop into his mind. But when he tried to fully concentrate, he couldn't focus. He could imagine what it would be like for two grown men and women, after they had crossed that line, to be alone together, especially when they shared a deep connection and their genuine intimacy had been acknowledged by each other.
Two days ago, when Wen discovered that Liang had brought back several expensive sets of high-end women's clothing from Tibet, he felt a little uneasy. This kid was really into it! He began to feel a change in his own feelings. It wasn't that he was worried about anything; he had no concerns about his relationship with Helan. He was just a little afraid that they might be getting a little too deeply involved. He realized that Liang had truly fallen for Helan, even talking to her on the phone more often than he did.
His usual carefree personality had largely disappeared around Helan, or rather, he had hidden it all, and there was a maternal attachment to her that was very appealing to her. Wen was certain that this attachment was irresistible to Helan. For many years, Helan had played the role of a sensible little sister in Wen's presence, receiving all his love and care.
She was content with this, although the influence had lessened somewhat after the birth of their son, the attraction of their sibling-like relationship was still strong. Wen and Liang grew up together. Both families were children of cadres who had moved south, and the friendship between their fathers naturally passed down to their generation.
Wen's father bore the permanent marks of the Japanese invaders and the Kuomintang army. Coupled with his experiences during the Cultural Revolution, his health had always been sluggish and never truly recovered. Ironically, he had become much healthier in recent years. As a result, his family was naturally better off than Wen's. From a young age, Liang had helped Wen in various ways, and naturally, Liang, being three years younger, was quite arrogant at school.
Wen's worries were not unfounded. In Shenzhen, Liang had even acted as a matchmaker for him several times. All the girls were quite nice. But this guy rejected them all on the spot: "Flirting is fine, but marriage is out of the question." Although it seemed like a joke, it effectively shooed those not-so-naive girls away.
He always treated Liang like a younger brother, and although his current career was built on Liang's encouragement, Liang's shrewdness and sincerity in business still earned Liang's unwavering respect. Despite the deep brotherly bond, Wen harbored no resentment towards the physical intimacy between Helan, Liang, and even himself, even though he had initially instigated the whole affair. However, the current development into an intense emotional attachment caught him somewhat off guard.
The initial threesomes and their unrestrained revelry had indeed provided Wen with a profound emotional and physical satisfaction—though this dark sentiment had been brewing for a long time. In university, the young Wen had fallen in love with Helan the moment he saw her. She was beautiful, gentle, and unpretentious. However, Wen's upbringing dictated that he would only keep his feelings to himself, while several other young men in the university had already set their sights on Helan.
At the time, Wen was merely the son of a retired cadre; frankly, those cadres were a new generation. Wen's parents had never truly gained any advantage for their children or themselves. To be honest, Helan was indeed quite a ladies' man, and even years after their marriage, Wen still sourly mocked her. After Wen and Helan got together, some classmates came forward with claims that they had seen Helan and someone else in a hotel.
Wen, madly in love at the time, didn't care about her past. However, deep down, Wen couldn't help but replay in his mind the images of every man Helan had ever dated, intimately copulating with them. Perhaps, his later fascination with and indulgence in Helan's promiscuous behavior stemmed from that time. The year after graduating from university, they got married.
On their wedding night, Helan gave Wen a lavish gift: she was still a virgin! In the bathroom, Wen hid and almost cried with joy. Years later, Wen told Helan about this, and was severely reprimanded. After Helan's trip to Shenzhen last summer opened the curtain on their three-way relationship, everything related to their world became transparent. One person's affair became a three-way affair. Before the New Year, Liang went home to visit his family for a few days and was inseparable from Helan like a married couple, both tacitly aware of the situation.
Although Liang sensed an unsettling atmosphere, the allure of the upcoming three-person encounter was enough to overshadow any potential crisis. Even a fleeting image of Helan writhing beneath him sent shivers down his spine, filling him with excitement and pleasure. Before he and Helan were together, he could only imagine: what would it be like to see such a beautiful, delicate woman beneath a man?
Unexpectedly, years later, this thought still tormented him relentlessly. Liang sat panting on the carpet, leaning against the bed, drenched in sweat. The air conditioner's cold air blew directly onto him. He reached for the bed, but found nothing. He turned to look at Helan; she was huddled inside, her back to him. He got on the bed and embraced her from behind. "What's wrong?" Helan swayed slightly but didn't answer.
He cupped her breasts in his hands, which were sticky with sweat. He gently rubbed her nipples, and Helan, unable to bear the stimulation, pushed him away. He heard her sigh softly. He turned her around, staring into her eyes. "What's wrong? What are you thinking about?" She kissed him lightly, but when Liang's lips met hers, she pushed him away and sat up. "Are you unhappy?"
Liang stroked her smooth back. She shook her head. "No, I should get up. Yi Wen should be here soon."
She got out of bed and ran into the bathroom.
Liang stared blankly at the ceiling. "Yes, Wen should be here soon." Helan washed herself in the bathroom. The afterglow of her orgasm had faded, and she thought of Wen. Wen was also traveling for work, and she was in bed with a man… She suddenly felt incredibly guilty, wondering what Wen would think.
Wen probably wouldn't have any particular thoughts. In bed, he had been both sincere and joking, and had also been quite frank with her, telling her he wanted to see her have sex with other men, later referring to Liang. She had read in many books that many men subconsciously fantasize about or spy on their wives having sex with other men. Despite the strong patriarchal attitudes in China, given the right environment and atmosphere, a considerable proportion would still do so.
She felt a warm current flow down her legs. She lowered her head and used the showerhead to wash away the white semen. The lingering pleasure from washing her genitals made her feel even more guilty… When she came out, Liang had also left the bed and tidied it up; perhaps he had sensed her sudden silence.
Looking at the neatly made bed, she was suddenly moved. She went to him and gave him a kiss.
"Wait," Liang said. He went over and opened his bag, pulling out a bunch of things, including several sets of clothes. He found one, tore open the packaging, and said, "Try this." Helan was a little unsure what to say. This carefree young man's attentiveness towards her had touched her heart more than once, even giving her an irresistible urge to protect him.
It was a Caesar short-sleeved skirt suit, the style and color were both nice, simple yet appropriate, perfectly complementing Helan's complexion and appearance. Helan wore it, looking excellent. Satisfied, she turned to admire herself in the mirror, when suddenly she saw Liang bustling around naked. She chuckled and quickly ushered him into the bathroom. "Hurry up, we'll go eat when Wen arrives; I'm starving."
Liang came out after showering and saw Helan had changed back into her original clothes. He seemed about to say something, but then remained silent, lost in thought.
When the crisp doorbell rang, Helan and Liang were sitting on the sofa watching TV…it had only been on for four or five minutes. Coincidentally…just before the bell rang, Liang's hand was around Helan's soft waist, pulling her closer. Hearing the bell, Helan jumped up nervously, frozen in place. Then the bell rang a second time. Liang went to open the door, where Wen stood with a smile.
A blush rose on Helan's fair face. She went over and affectionately took his hand, while Wen took the bag from his hand.
"Is it raining outside?"
Helan noticed a few damp spots in his hair.
"Yeah, it started raining a while after we got off the plane, and it's been raining quite heavily. Didn't you know? Hey, who won?"
Wen plopped down on the sofa. "What?" Liang
was a little confused.
But immediately, he slapped his head hard. "Damn it."
Wen looked at the two people in front of him in disbelief. A knowing smile appeared on his face. "Really?"
he said.
"What?!"
Helan blushed and sat down beside him, playfully hitting him.
"You didn't know it was raining so hard outside? Did you forget to watch the World Cup final? Were you just fighting
like crazy the whole time?" Wen stared at them as if he knew everything.
"We really forgot!"
Liang hurriedly ran to the desk and turned on the computer.
"You're lying."
Helan blushed and continued to playfully hit him. Wen pulled her into his arms and kissed her hard on the cheek, then feigned surprise and teased, "Oh, so hot? Have a fever?"
Helan was held tightly by him and couldn't move. Moreover, the longing for each other after being apart for so long overflowed the moment they met, and any explanation would be futile. She knew the affection contained in all of Wen's good-natured teasing, so she simply stopped trying to deny it and quietly leaned against him, feeling that familiar, intangible message.
"It's two to zero," Liang said, burying his head in the computer again. And it was all Ronaldo who scored!"
he said.
Helan quietly looked at Wen, noticing that he had gained a little weight, but his face clearly showed signs of fatigue. A wave of guilt washed over her, and her eyes instantly filled with tears. Wen noticed her change, kissed her affectionately, smiled at her, and couldn't help but let the tears well up in his eyes. Feeling somewhat ashamed, she buried her face in his cotton T-shirt, pinching him hard with her hands.
Liang walked over at this moment, saw the scene, and looked embarrassed. Wen smiled at him, indicating that it was nothing, and lowered his head to gently kiss the back of Helan's neck.
Liang stood by the sofa, looking bored, thinking about what to do. Just then, he saw Helan raise her face, and he leaned closer to the sofa: "Hey, it's raining heavily outside, and it's drizzling inside too?"
"Go away, get away!"
Helan said coquettishly, blushing.
"Okay, I'm all sticky, I need to take a shower, change my clothes, and go eat. I'm starving,"
Wen said.
"Okay, I'll go down to the restaurant first. I'm starving too,"
Liang said.
"Oh."
Wen was about to walk into the bedroom when he stopped and looked at Helan. "What about you? Are you starving too?"
"I'm not hungry, not at all."
Helan understood his words were malicious.
Liang realized he had let something slip and made a fool of himself again, and couldn't help but tilt his head and chuckle.
"I'll go down and order first, you guys come down right away."
Liang hurried out, looking a bit like he was fleeing.
As soon as the door closed, Helan immediately threw herself into Wen's arms. The two kissed tightly. Soon, Helan felt Wen's lower body pressing against her, and she laughed as she pushed him away, scolding him playfully. "You always like to tease people."
"How did I tease you? No."
Wen quickly took off his clothes and stood naked in front of her. "Wife, do you think I should take a shower first or let it get moving?"
he asked, pointing to his erect member.
"No, please..."
Although Helan was involuntarily obsessed with Liang's body during every physical encounter,
her husband Wen's feelings remained equally harmonious and wonderful. Sometimes she even began to believe that there was no intrinsic connection between a man's size and pleasure, and that it was mostly a psychological factor. Just as the psychological shock she felt when she saw Liang's enormous penis displayed before her was far greater than the actual impact of penetration.
Before she could even dodge, Wen had already grabbed her and thrown her onto the bed. For a moment, she was utterly bewildered. Was this really her husband? Wen's advances towards her had always been gentle and refined. His actions now left her somewhat confused, but then she felt the pleasure. And when Wen's hand slipped inside her clothes, it was entirely her own eagerness to accept the challenge. Wen entered smoothly, and looking at the beautiful woman beneath him, he felt a complete sense of satisfaction.
Helan opened herself up, slowly writhing, her snow-white skin against the snow-white sheets. Her vagina was lubricated and warm, their union harmonious and comfortable. Several times, Wen closed his eyes in a daze, desperately trying to hold back his ejaculation. She wasn't very tight, but that softness and lubrication clearly outweighed the monotonous tightness. He thrust tenderly, looking at her tenderly. "Lanlan,"
he called her. "Hmm?"
Helan opened her dazed eyes.
"That brat's made it so big."
"Nonsense."
Helan chuckled, her body writhing involuntarily, her white breasts swaying wildly.
"When did that brat start getting naughty?"
Wen continued thrusting, and after a while, he couldn't hold back any longer, stopping and pressing himself against her.
"Did you start as soon as you entered the room?"
"No."
Helan laughed and protested.
"Then..."
"Nothing."
Helan insisted.
He suddenly leaped up and thrust into her hard, almost sending her to climax. "Little girl, tell the truth."
He said.
Helan knew what he was thinking, freeing her hands to cup his muscular buttocks, gently pressing them, continuing to tease him, "Really not."
she said.
Wen cupped her face, his fingers constantly rubbing her cheeks and earlobes until her face flushed even more, then asked her, "Tell me."
"Yes, when he came back from the company."
She confessed, her face flushed.
"How did he play with you? Did you struggle?"
Wen asked softly, knowing she was beginning to lose her senses.
"No."
Helan's voice seemed to come from a very far away place, striking Wen's eardrums.
"Were you comfortable when he played with you?"
"Comfortable."
"Was it more comfortable than now...?"
"Just as comfortable..."
Helan felt the waves of desire...
"Which one was more comfortable?"
"Is it Liang?"
He also felt the urgency.
"Yes..."
she began to murmur...
"Why? You like his size, don't you?"
Wen began to lick her ear.
"Yes..."
"Do you like him?"
"Yes."
"Will you do it with him again tonight?"
"Let him... fuck me?"
He began to thrust forcefully.
"Yes, I want it."
"What did you moan when you did it with him... tell me."
Wen panted.
"...Ah Liang...husband...fuck me..."
Wen frantically sent everything deep into her...until her breathing calmed down.
Helan rolled over and punched him hard. "I didn't say that, you're lying to me... I did say it!"
The room phone rang at that moment; it was Liang.
Why aren't you down yet? The food we ordered is all here. What are you doing? He yelled.
What else could we be doing? Having sex! Come down right now.
Before Yi Wen could hang up the phone, He Lan had already twisted a piece of his flesh almost into a rope. "I'll teach you to talk nonsense again."
Yi Wen jumped off the bed, took the opportunity to pick her up and carry her into the bathroom. "You should wash yourself properly too; you smell like semen," he said.
He Lan helplessly stopped arguing, only saying sullenly, "You're completely different from before; you're totally like Liang.
" Yi Wen chuckled as he rubbed his entire body with shower gel. "Really? You're getting fresher and fresher..."
He Lan grasped his penis, which was small at the moment, slippery after being lathered with foam, which was quite funny; she rubbed it incessantly.
Yi Wen began to notice her change, lifted her chin, and became serious: "You're my wife, my best woman. No matter what, I just want you to be happy."
"I know."
She pressed closer to him, both of them covered in foam.
"But, I really feel bad."
She looked at him and said.
"Don't be silly, I'm happy too. Maybe I have some psychological problem. Who cares! Ha. As long as you're happy!"
He reached out and touched her genitals, which were now even more slippery and easy to access... His fingers went in without any resistance...
"How about you help me find one?"
Yi Wen grinned...
"Sure, how about Xiao Ya?"
She blurted out a name without thinking.
"She's like me, a married single woman."
She said.
"She's older than me!"
Yi Wen said, she was He Lan's closest sister.
"So what! As long as you're happy!"
She stared intently at him.
"Okay! Whatever you say."
He grinned at her.
"Dream on! You're dreaming! One test and I've seen through your tricks!"
Helan pretended to be angry and shook him off, rinsing off the scum on her body with hot water.
Yiwen continued to rub her body, laughing and joking .
After Yiwen got dressed, she came out, her clothes crumpled from their playful antics. She pouted and stared at him. "Change into something else, hey, didn't I buy you a few outfits? Did you bring them?"
Helan smiled and took clothes out of the closet, smiling coquettishly, her expression exaggerated: "I was afraid you'd be unhappy, so I didn't dare wear them. Now I'm wearing them, okay?"
"Ha! Do you think I'm that petty? Besides—what haven't you let him play with yet…"
"You…"
Helan exclaimed, about to pounce on him. He dodged her.
"Alright, alright. The boy downstairs must be getting impatient!"
Yiwen carefully supported her, preventing her from pestering him further.
"I'll settle the score with you later!"
she huffed angrily!
"What are you two doing! We're about to close up here."
Liang watched her walk into the restaurant wearing the same suit she had refused to wear earlier, feeling a surge of joy. The two sat down; the large restaurant was indeed nearly empty. It was past eleven, and nightlife was indeed scarce in this western region. On the way from the airport, there had been almost no traffic, a smooth journey through the city.
"I had no choice, I was starving both ways, so I had to go one way at a time,"
Liang said, looking directly at He Lan. Her face was flushed, and she was glaring at Yi Wen, expressionless. Yi Wen, however, was grimacing; she had kicked him under the table. He chuckled, poured them beer, and said to He Lan, "Hey, no drinks today."
She readily handed him her glass.
*** *** *** ***
The three of them were indeed hungry, and eating alone in such a quiet place with four or five waiters standing around didn't feel very appealing. They just ate whatever they could find and that was it.
In the elevator, He Lan looked at her face, which was flushed a little.
"Look at you, like monsters,"
Yi Wen said.
"Look at you?"
she pointed to the mirror. "Like wild beasts."
Back in the room, Yi Wen collapsed onto the sofa, rubbing his stomach. "
I stuffed myself like a starving ghost, a bit too much." He Lan made them tea, and Yi Wen pulled her to sit down, saying, "You're back to your housewife persona, it's so nice."
He Lan smiled and glanced at him sideways before sitting down a little distance away.
Liang was the most uncomfortable at this moment, watching TV but his eyes darting around.
Yi Wen pulled He Lan over.
"I want to talk to you about something. Living apart like this for so long isn't sustainable. It seems like it's impossible for us to end things anytime soon. Why don't you go and get the paperwork done and bring your son over?"
"It's not that simple. Household registration, schooling for our son—everything can be handled together."
"Don't worry about that. Your husband is different now. Do you know how much tax he paid to the city last year? They have policies there, the specific regulations are crystal clear. They can help not only you and your son, but also several other couples among our employees who are living apart."
"I still need to think about it carefully."
"Hey, how's your son?"
"I don't know. He used to call, now a monthly email is enough."
"Xiao Li still loves her child very much."
He Lan didn't say anything more.
After a while, the two started talking about company matters, turning on the computer to check data.
He Lan went to the small room; it was very hot inside. She turned on the air conditioner on the wall; there was a slight musty smell. She then opened the window. She let the wind in, carrying a few raindrops that landed on the bed, so she had to close the window slightly.
She heard them arguing quietly, but she didn't bother to listen. She went back to the large bedroom, changed into her cotton pajamas, and leaned back on the sofa to watch TV.
Actually, she couldn't concentrate at all; she was wondering what tonight would be like. She actually knew the outcome. Two lustful men wouldn't waste a night of passion, but out of a woman's modesty, she deliberately turned on the light in the smaller room and adjusted the temperature—just to feign modesty.
Once this happened once, it became a natural progression. Ever since it finally started in Shenzhen last year, she knew this game would continue indefinitely… The scary thing was, deep down, she couldn't resist the temptation. Otherwise, she would have known the outcome before coming to Lanzhou, yet she still came—that much was self-evident.
Like a drug addiction, before last summer, if she had any desires, it was just a normal woman's physiological needs. But in the past year, other elements had been mixed in.
That was a hidden longing for this illicit threesome, in the dim light, with two strong men who loved her entwined, fawning over her, embracing her. For that kind of desire, physical satisfaction was secondary; the psychological stimulation alone was enough to easily bring her to the peak of orgasm.
Sometime later, Yi Wen came in, alone. After he came in, he turned off the main light. Her heart, which had been pounding, relaxed, a feeling she couldn't quite describe—a sense of loss or something else.
"Don't you want to sleep yet?"
Yi Wen came over and kissed her. She stood up and said coquettishly, "Waiting for you..."
She nimbly slipped onto the bed, pulled the thin blanket over herself, and left one side open for Yi Wen.
Yi Wen had taken off all but a pair of loose-fitting boxer shorts she had bought for him last year and lay down beside her.
Just then, the door opened, and Liang entered wearing a tight pair of briefs. He smiled, went into the bathroom, and soon the sound of running water could be heard.
He Lan felt her heart pound. She turned to face Yi Wen; he had his own bathroom!
Yi Wen simply kissed her without comment.
Soon, Liang came out wearing a towel, walked to the bedside, and leaned against He Lan.
He Lan felt breathless. She pushed Yi Wen away and gasped for air, but soon Liang turned her head and began kissing her. His warm tongue swirled deep into her mouth, and she couldn't help but respond. Yi Wen stood up, turned around, and turned on the bedside lamp. He Lan gasped
, her eyes glazing over. Liang's hands weren't idle either. He slipped inside her nightgown, gently tugged, and the strap snapped open. His hand was inside her pale pink bra, kneading and squeezing one nipple until it popped out. Yi Wen helped her up and took off her pajamas. As he unhooked her bra, He Lan awkwardly reached out and turned the light off again.
Yi Wen finally pulled down her panties, then picked up his cup and took a few sips of water. He quietly watched the bed for a while. Only the mirror lamp on the desk was on in the room, the light not very strong, shining on the bed from a distance, only a dim glow, but it still highlighted the astonishing whiteness of He Lan's body. Liang's hand was now between her legs, his palm covering her thick, horny pubic hair.
She and Liang changed positions, so she was curled up in his arms. Liang's bath towel was spread out, his thick, astonishing penis throbbing, pressed tightly against her white thigh. It would soon be moving inside his wife's vagina. Strangely, he didn't feel any of the usual male inferiority complex. Even when He Lan said that Liang's genitals were thicker than hers, and that he had a premonition of orgasm upon penetration, he didn't have any other thoughts.
He saw Liang grab her hand, pull it over, and place it on his penis. She hesitated at first, but quickly grasped it, stroking it from the inside out. He finished the last sip of water in his glass, walked to the bedside, and looked at his wife's face. Her face was flushed, not the purplish-red of after a meal.
He gently stroked her face, and she opened her misty eyes, reached out a hand to hug his neck, and turned him towards her...
"Husband,"
she whispered. Yi Wen was entangled with them again...
Her hand slid inside Yi Wen's shorts, grasping his penis. Yi Wen stopped kissing, lowered his head, and made some space for her to lie flat. Then he watched with fascination as He Lan held two engorged penises in his hands, stroking them gently and slowly.
After a while, her wrists probably got a little sore. She gave Yi Wen a charming smile, shook her hand, moved slightly, bent down, and took Yi Wen's penis into her mouth, swallowing it earnestly. Yi Wen was stunned for a moment, then reached for her vagina, his hand immediately becoming sticky and wet. He quickly had to remove his hand because Liang groaned and also bent down, burying his face between He Lan's legs.
Yi Wen's hand groped and grabbed one of her breasts, kneading it wantonly, like kneading dough. Suddenly, He Lan stopped swallowing, then released him, letting out a low, suppressed moan, "Husband... I'm almost there."
Yi Wen turned around, lowered his head to kiss her body, from her face to her chest, his hands grasping one breast in each hand.
"Ah..."
she began to scream, her orgasms clearly surging in waves...
"Wife, shall I let Liang in?"
He Lan was gripped tightly by pleasure, unable to speak, her eyes pleading as she nodded to Yi Wen. Yi Wen turned on the bedside lamp, patted Liang's shoulder, and Liang got up, grabbed a towel to wipe his wet face, and knelt between He Lan's legs. His bright red penis was pressed against her wet vulva, ready to thrust into her with one stroke.
The rapid thrusting of the huge penis may have surprised He Lan, but she clearly accepted it quickly. During this time, she even slightly opened her eyes and gave Yi Wen an embarrassed smile, but was quickly brought into a state of ecstasy by Liang's fierce thrusts...
Yi Wen held her in his arms, constantly rubbing and kissing her, feeling every subtle tremor in her body, and following Liang's rhythm, his hands caressed her from her breasts to her face.
He whispered in her ear, "Wife, is it pleasurable?"
Helan nodded nervously, then abruptly shook her head, muttering, "How could this be... how could this be?"
Liang thrust into her violently and mechanically. Suddenly, Helan's body stiffened, her entire body taut like a bowstring... Yi Wen, caught off guard, hurriedly responded...
But Helan continued to shake her head and giggle, panting heavily, twisting her body, desperately pressing her lower body against Liang, trying to get him to penetrate deeper, even deeper into her... But clearly, Liang was caught off guard, and ejaculated with a howl... After a while, he chuckled somewhat awkwardly, reached down to her waist, lifted her up, and placed her on the pillow.
"She suddenly got so tight... I couldn't take it..."
he explained breathlessly to Yi Wen.
"You got a taste of the power, didn't you?"
Yi Wen said.
"Ah, yes."
Liang hugged her, pulling her into his arms and kissing her passionately. His sweat clung stickily to her skin. Just then, Yi Wen, standing behind He Lan, sandwiched her between Liang and Yi Wen. He touched between her legs; it was incredibly wet. Without a word, he leaned forward and thrust his painfully hard penis into her slippery, warm opening…
The room was filled with a wild, wanton atmosphere.
Summer sunlight streamed through the tightly drawn curtains, waking He Lan. Liang and Wen were nowhere to be seen. The room was unusually quiet.
He Lan felt a wave of exhaustion wash over her, like someone recovering from a serious illness. After rinsing away the stickiness with warm water, she felt indescribably refreshed.
Coming out of the bathroom, she checked the time; it was already noon. A note from Wen read: "I'm going to the film set today; I'll be back late tonight." Liang's note read: "I love you, your second wife." She chuckled. "Second wife"—who knows what Liang was thinking? He always managed to make her unexpectedly happy, a feeling she rarely experienced with Wen. It should be called—how to put it? Returning to the feeling of youth! After
eating a little something haphazardly, Helan sat by the window, a cup of tea in hand, lost in thought. The afternoon sun shone on her, but she felt no warmth in the air-conditioned room. Looking down from the high floor, the cars and pedestrians on the road seemed to be acting out a silent movie, moving silently and hurriedly like ants. At this moment, only she was at ease, her mind blank, as if she had entered a state of non-attachment.
The ringing of the phone shattered Helan's enjoyment. Qiangqiang's voice, from thousands of kilometers away, pierced her heart. "I won fifty million! I bought a broken mountain knife, a martial arts ring, and Yama's gloves! Mom, what game are you playing?"
Qiangqiang's happiness surged in her ears like waves.
"Okay, congratulations,"
Helan replied casually, but her heart skipped a beat. Is it just a game? Or is this how life is supposed to be? Although quite some time had passed, Liang's and Wen's scents lingered vividly in the room, on her body.
She had just finished talking to her son when the door opened. It was Liang, covered in sweat. He hurriedly went to the air conditioner: "You can even have a sauna in Lanzhou? I never imagined. I thought the weather here would be so dry."
He Lan couldn't help but smile. "Weren't you filming a commercial? Are you slacking off again?"
Liang exaggeratedly feigned pain. "My goodness, even a landlady isn't this ruthless! Did I sell myself to you?"
He Lan laughed loudly, forcefully pushing him onto the bed: "Didn't you say you were my second wife?"
Liang reached out to her, but He Lan gently dodged: "Stop doing that, my back hurts from yesterday."
Liang held out his palm: "Do you like it?"
Only then did she notice the necklace in his hand. Her heart tightened slightly, not for the platinum, but for Liang's thoughtfulness. Standing before the mirror, Liang gently placed it around Helan's fragrant neck. "Fragrant neck, that's what the books say,"
Liang inhaled deeply. The wedge-shaped pendant shimmered with a pure and beautiful light, like a messenger from a rainbow world.
Oh, Jesus Christ, my God, Buddha, Guanyin Bodhisattva, haven't you all decided yet? Who bestowed the writing, and who bestowed Liang upon Helan? She asked herself this question, lifting her face to look at Liang.
He leaned down to kiss her lips, and she shyly resisted his tongue. He stopped moving, wrapping his arms around Helan's waist, and together they quietly gazed at her reflection in the mirror. A floral suit, delicate, white toes—what an exquisite woman. "I love you to death,"
Liang whispered softly in Helan's ear.
"I love you too,"
she nestled in his arms.
"What about Xu Yiwen?"
Liang frowned.
"I love him too,"
Helan said, tilting her head back at him.
"So, who do you love more?"
"Both."
"No, you have to love me more."
"Why?"
"Because I'm younger and prettier than him! Otherwise, would you have taken me as your concubine?"
Liang laughed.
"You failed your Chinese exam."
Helan said fiercely, "You should be called a male concubine!"
Liang's face darkened: "No way, I want you to give me a title."
"Then I'll hold the wedding ceremony with you tonight, my concubine."
"Okay, where will we hold it?"
"Here."
"Will the red lanterns hang high?"
"Yes, Awen is the first wife, and you're the second concubine."
After laughing enough, she stood by the window looking at the street. Just moments ago, the sky was clear and blue, but now it was pouring rain.
There were hardly any people on the street.
"Is Awen filming on location in the east?"
Helan asked.
"Probably, he was still here when I came an hour ago,"
Liang gently shook her.
"Did he know you were coming back?"
she asked again.
"Yes, he did. He went with me to buy this necklace this morning."
"I knew it! No wonder you know what I like, even what shape I should buy. Is it part of my dowry?"
Liang pursed his lips. "No way, do you remember he said he'd give me two packs of Marlboro cigarettes as part of my dowry?"
The rain stopped. Helan opened the window. Fresh air rushed in. A crazy idea suddenly popped into her head. Ignoring Liang's presence, she picked up her phone and called Wen: "You're in big trouble."
Wen replied curiously, "Isn't this kid done yet?"
Liang laughed and shouted from the side, "No, I haven't done it yet. We did it so many times yesterday, and you still want me to do it? Are you trying to make me die from exhaustion?"
He Lan said loudly, "I want to take wedding photos with Liang!"
Wen said anxiously, "Why is it taking so long for him to give you a necklace? Tell him to come back quickly, we need to sign the contract right away. We have to take the clients out for dinner tonight."
Liang couldn't delay any longer and hurriedly went out. Wen called again, "Lan, get ready, you must come tonight too."
The meeting with the various investors in the morning went very smoothly, and Yi Wen was in a good mood. Several people hired by the company also called him one after another, gathering in Lanzhou. Next, he would take them to the group's subsidiaries and factories scattered throughout Gansu to familiarize them with each other.
As one of the earliest listed companies in Northwest China, the client clearly had high hopes for them, hoping that Yi Wen's company could bring a good turnaround to their company and make up for the bad rumors in the stock market earlier.
Passing through a small meeting room, he saw Liang chatting enthusiastically with several people from the client company. He waved for them to continue.
Yi Wen went to the lounge, excited. This collaboration would be a huge leap forward for them, perhaps allowing them to break through the fierce competition in the Pearl River Delta. In this respect, he greatly admired Liang.
Although Liang usually seemed indifferent to the company and had recently been conducting research on the East Asian business circle, he was absolutely indispensable in facilitating this collaboration.
Thinking of this guy, Yi Wen felt a warm feeling that was hard to describe. He was definitely grateful to his friend. From childhood to adulthood, Liang had always stood by his side, even exceeding the ordinary brotherhood. He was quirky and seemingly carefree, but very meticulous. Whenever Yi Wen was confused and lost, he would often receive his insightful guidance, even if it was sometimes expressed in a playful and seemingly unintentional way. Yi Wen knew that he had put a lot of thought into it.
Yi Wen also sensed a slight pang of jealousy in his heart; he knew it was envy. He increasingly saw He Lan's attachment to Liang. Unlike in Shenzhen, He Lan now genuinely saw Liang as a man in love. Her gaze, and her attentiveness to his every move, clearly showed she was truly infatuated.
This wasn't Liang's fault. He wasn't a romantic; he didn't intentionally pay attention to women. But with He Lan, he was truly devoted. Yi Wen noticed it, perhaps because of the nature of the situation—this twisted love triangle was particularly captivating. He could
hear Liang's voice from here, and his mind felt a little chaotic, a little unsettled. Although he knew it shouldn't be, he felt a bit like a child who had gone too far with a prank.
He composed himself, laughing inwardly at himself for thinking about such things at a time like this. He saw the client's legal representative, surrounded by a group of people, coming up from downstairs, and he hurried to greet them.
Helan woke up late that morning, which was unusual for her; she was used to waking up early. But today, she was woken up by Liang's phone call, otherwise she might have missed lunch.
Hearing Liang's voice, she became unusually gentle, her heart trembling.
He asked her, "Are you awake?"
She softly replied, "Just opened my eyes. Is something wrong?"
He was silent for a moment on the other end of the line. "Nothing, I just wanted to hear your voice."
Helan felt a surge of heat rush through her, instantly spreading throughout her body, even causing her to convulse.
After a moment, "You guys are so busy over there, why are you calling? Where are you now?"
"I'm going to my room to get something, then I'll be down."
Then the two of them remained silent. Liang, who was usually outspoken, seemed like a different person. Because he was younger than Helan, he always considered himself her younger brother and spoke arrogantly and unrestrainedly.
But now, they could both hear each other's breathing.
"You should go quickly, don't be late,"
Helan said after a while.
"Oh, I'm going. We can't come back for lunch. Go downstairs and get something to eat yourself. The hotel restaurant is on the second floor, and there's also a restaurant on the rooftop. If you want a view, go eat up there."
"I know, you're treating me like a child,"
Helan said, feeling a warm glow inside, as if she was about to collapse.
After hanging up the phone, Helan felt like she was done for, her emotions spiraling out of control.
She had always been a very rational person, giving the impression of a dignified and beautiful lady from a well-to-do family, but at this moment, she missed him so much, uncontrollably wanting to see him.
Suddenly, Yi Wen's image flashed through her mind. She was surprised that she hadn't thought of him at all—her husband—letting her thoughts race wildly in a sea of desire.
Yi Wen was a good man, always a good man, a good husband, a good father.
Helan tried to defend herself: "It's all Yiwen's fault. He started it all. If it weren't for him, things wouldn't be like this now." But another voice immediately drifted over: "Would
things have ended like this if I hadn't been so indecisive?" She didn't know what Yiwen would think if he knew about her relationship with Liang. At the time, everyone tacitly treated it as an adult game, but now it was clearly out of control. Liang had even brought so many things from Shenzhen, all of them hers, each one so perfect, so fitting. Even if Helan had chosen them herself, she couldn't have been so exquisite.
"What should I do?"
she asked herself.
But she immediately knew she couldn't give up, couldn't give up this relationship, even the image of her nakedly intercourse with Liang flashed through her mind, she couldn't give up this blissful feast of flesh that felt like her soul leaving her body.
She took out her phone and sent Yiwen a text message: "I'm sorry, husband, I love you!"
She knew she wouldn't be able to eat much at noon, and with the streets gloomy, she didn't want to go out alone, so she lay in bed lost in thought, listlessly drifting off to sleep.
When she woke up again, it was already past two in the afternoon. She forced herself to get up, walked to the window, and saw that the floor was high up, overlooking the time zone. The sunlight was intense, and it felt hot on her bare skin through the glass. She walked around the room naked, feeling a wonderful sensation. She felt she had truly fallen.
She saw Yi Wen's text message: "Silly girl, what's wrong? Okay, whatever you did, your husband forgives you!"
She burst out laughing, feeling much better.
After washing up, she found a relatively clean shop outside and ordered a bowl of liangpi (cold skin noodles), a local specialty. It was so spicy she kept chugging water. She used to love this, but she'd avoided spicy food lately, and now even this delicious dish was too much for her.
Walking into the lobby, she received a call from Liang. "Where are you?"
"I'm grabbing something to eat near the hotel. What time are you guys coming back?"
"Later. We might have to go for a drive around the suburbs, visiting the two factories closer by day, and then splitting up to visit the farther ones."
Her voice sounded a little off. Looking up, she saw Liang standing right across from her, calling her.
She glared at him, but forgot about being angry. He was such a grown man, still acting like a brat!
He grabbed her hand and led her towards the elevator. He Lan felt a little uncomfortable; in the bustling lobby, she felt a bit guilty, but his warm hand felt so good that she forgot everything else.
There were still people in the elevator. Helan's heart pounded, her hands gripping his tightly. She blushed under his intense gaze. She was wearing the Ports dress Liang had given her yesterday; its fine fabric and workmanship perfectly accentuated her graceful figure.
He opened the door, and Liang slammed it shut. They faced each other behind the door. Helan abruptly pulled his head towards her, her hot lips pressing against his.
Their lips met, their tongues intertwining. Liang felt as if his body was about to explode; his lower body pressed against her lower abdomen, an intense, almost painful sensation. In their entanglement, they soon lay naked, and while undressing, they tripped and fell onto the carpet.
"I escaped,"
he said.
"I know!"
she gasped. "Why didn't you escape sooner?"
"Missed me?"
he said, lowering his head to suckle one of her breasts fiercely.
"Yes, I missed you
terribly," she murmured, lost in ecstasy.
He reached down to her crotch and touched something wet. He showed her his palm, and she stared at him defiantly for a moment before shyly covering herself against his chest.
"Want it? If you want it, put it in yourself,"
he said.
"No,"
she turned her face away, giggling as she avoided his kiss.
Liang couldn't wait any longer. He pushed her snow-white thighs apart, his hot glans pressing against her tender lips, and forcefully thrust inside...
"Oh..."
she moaned, her eyes tightly closed as she endured Liang's powerful thrusts.
Liang teasingly opened her eyes, she closed them again, then he opened them again. She simply gazed at his rising and falling with affection, her hips moving in rhythm with his. Their intercourse suddenly became harmonious, the previous awkwardness gone. They both felt this, and Helan felt it too. She was no longer shy, tilting her head back and actively seeking a kiss, letting his tongue fill her as much as his lower body.
Liang's thrusts were fierce, completely different from Yi Wen's gentle approach. He thrust in and out relentlessly, his enormous penis hitting her cervix with almost every stroke, sending waves of tingling sensations through her…
Suddenly, he withdrew completely, flipping her over. She smiled and yielded to her partner's intentions, no longer shy, kneeling before him and exposing her snow-white, round buttocks. Liang initially knelt behind her to penetrate, but quickly became aroused by the stimulation before him. He stood up, wrapped his arms around her waist, and thrust forcefully.
Helan was practically screaming; this frenzy was exactly what her body craved. She was almost addicted to this madness. Love fluid flowed down her genitals, splashing onto her legs and the carpet. She didn't care about anything else; she was like a greedy female beast, blissfully accepting the pleasure.
Liang was probably tired; his pace slowed down. He placed his hands on her chest, grasping her swaying breasts in his hands, and licked her snow-white nape, letting Helan experience another kind of tender, intimate scene.
He whispered in her ear, licking her earlobe, and asked, "Do you like it?"
"Yes, I love it so much,"
she replied, turning her face to kiss him.
Helan's answer drove Liang wild with desire, and
he thrust into her again. Beads of sweat dripped onto her smooth, white back. She gently stopped his frenzy, leading him to the bed.
Helan wrung out a warm towel and wiped Liang's sweaty body, then nestled obediently in his arms, offering her tongue to him, their bodies intertwined.
"You rascal, why do you keep bothering me?"
Helan asked, her face flushed and her gaze tender as she looked at him.
Liang
chuckled foolishly, placing his hands on her breasts, playing with her erect, brown nipples, burying his face in her hair, inhaling its fragrance.
"I just like it, I like you, making love with you, fucking you."
It seemed he could only utter such shameless words when his face was hidden.
Liang's words sent a shiver down Helan's spine, her legs involuntarily wrapping around him. Yiwen would never speak such vulgar language to her; he was always polite and refined. But Liang's words excited her intensely. She gripped his body tightly. "I like it too, I like it," she wanted to say, but she felt ashamed and couldn't utter the words.
She pulled away from his embrace, nestled in his arms, and reached for Liang's erect penis, gently stroking it. Then she leaned down, staring intently at the throbbing member. Liang tried to sit up, but she playfully pressed him down, placing a pillow on his face.
Lowering her head, she began to lick, starting with the glans and slowly taking most of it into her mouth. While Helan wasn't particularly skilled in oral sex, the stimulation she gave Liang was unprecedented. He groaned continuously, searching. His hand touched her round buttocks, finding a slippery spot.
His fingers slipped into a spring, starting with one, then two, and finally three, caressing the entrance to desire, as if it were a mouth, insatiable. One finger was tightly gripping, while the other two or three were similarly glued together, creating a suction effect.
Helan let out a soft moan, quickly adapting to the foreign object entering her lower opening. She gently swayed her plump hips, enjoying the pleasure, and began her assault. She began to erotically sweep his glans and urethral opening with her tongue, her lips tightly sucking and rubbing his penis up and down. Excited, Liang couldn't help but lift his hips, wanting to penetrate deeper. She felt the impact in her throat, a feeling of discomfort. But she endured it. She could feel the man before her in pleasure, and she wanted him to be happy. She was willing to use any part of her body to make him happy.
Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She withdrew, panting heavily, looking apologetically at the man lying before her. He was still teasing her, his fingers squeezing and playing with her vulva, her pubic hair soaked with the fluids he had ejaculated.
She lay down quickly and shamelessly, pleading with the man, "Quick...quickly, do me."
He wasn't in a hurry to enter her. He made her lie down, spreading her two snow-white thighs wide open in a wanton manner, exposing her private parts nakedly. For Helan, such a move was unthinkable. She had never, and absolutely never, ever acted so brazenly before. But now she was obediently naked, like an exhibitionist, showing everything.
Her reddish-brown vulva was perfect, but unlike her beautiful appearance, the area around her labia was covered with fine hair. The previous intercourse and the excitement had already made her vulva slightly open, seemingly anticipating the intruder.
Beneath the skin, her clitoris throbbed like a pink pearl. Without hesitation, Liang pressed his lips to it, sucking hard, stimulating Helan to the point of tears.
The strong-willed Helan had finally waited for him; Liang had finally filled her. He even curiously looked down at his member freely entering her, then looked at the woman beneath him with satisfied tenderness. This was the woman he had long admired, his friend, his brother's wife. But now, she was writhing beneath him, seemingly with a touch of regret, unable to fully possess such a beauty.
But he quickly resigned himself to it. With such affection, being able to hold this woman in his arms almost constantly, freely caressing and playing with her, and having won her favor, what more could he ask for?
His penis, inserted in that tender spot, felt the excited throbbing of her vagina. Helan prepared to enjoy her orgasm. The throbbing had begun. With her husband, she usually experienced pleasure, but with the man before her, in the few times they had been together, she knew he could send her to an even greater peak.
She cupped his face in her hands: "Oh, I like it, so powerful, keep going, you're going to fuck me to pieces."
"To pieces? Can't your husband fuck you anymore?"
"It's okay."
Liang started rambling too, "Who do you like to fuck?"
"I like them all."
"Who do you like more?"
"You!"
"Why?"
"Because it feels good." "Do you
like to fuck me?"
"Yes."
"Don't you care that I'm an old woman?"
She was thrusting into him hard from below.
"You're not old, you're the woman I like to fuck the most."
Liang paused, because he felt he was about to ejaculate, and also because he had used the word "fuck.
" "Fuck me, I like it."
Helan's answer made him even more nervous.
"Sister Lan, do you know? I feel so good."
"I know, me too."
"I want you to only be fucked by me, okay?"
"No."
"Don't let Brother Wen fuck you."
"No."
"Suppose, as long as you agree to me now, let me feel possessing you."
"Okay, I'll only have you."
"Oh... Sister Lan."
Liang was on the verge of collapse.
Helan still had a sliver of consciousness. Looking at the man convulsing on top of her, she lovingly wiped the fine sweat from his forehead. "Now you completely possess me, don't you? I want both of you, but as a woman, I want you even more."
Liang smiled at her, very satisfied.
"Now..."
Helan felt waves of pleasure surging through her, and she could barely speak. "Now, fuck your...woman hard..."
Liang thrust harder...her vagina was being turned inside out by his thrusts...
"Liang...husband, I want to be your woman, okay? I want you, you can't not...want me, okay? Fuck me...fill me with your semen...I only want you...I love you! Oh...oh...oh..."
Liang ejaculated profusely...
panting...
before he could catch his breath, Helan suddenly pushed him away, hurriedly wrapped herself in a towel, and rushed into the bathroom...
After coming out of the bathroom, Helan went straight to the bed and lay down without saying a word, wrapping herself tightly in the thin blanket. Liang was a little puzzled and shook her shoulders. Shaking her, he asked, "What's wrong?"
She didn't answer. Liang continued to shake her. Helan sighed and turned around. "Go wash up. You have important things to do."
He hadn't truly understood the heart of a mature woman. After the passion subsided and her boiling blood cooled, Helan was overwhelmed by guilt. After all, their encounter had an element of adultery. Liang, who was at work, secretly running back to seek pleasure with her was not a reasonable or appropriate act. She regretted her frivolity.
As a man, Liang couldn't fully understand her thoughts at this moment. He thought she had done something wrong, but he didn't know what to say, so he just leaned against the headboard.
After a while, there was no movement. Helan turned to look at him and felt a little sorry for him. She gently kissed his chest. "I'm fine. My mind is just a little muddled. Go wash up."
She gave him a playful push. "You're all sweaty."
Liang obediently went in and came out completely clean.
Helan was still lost in thought when he walked to the bedside. She didn't realize what was happening until he came to her senses. Seeing his expression, she gave a forced, coquettish laugh: "You're so annoying! Who told you to get dressed in the middle?" He patted her face:
"Sleep a little longer, I'm going to the company."
"Okay." He kissed her cheek: "It's okay, I know what you're thinking. It's my fault." She laughed: "What are you talking about? It's not that serious. I'm just a little confused, it's not your fault." Liang left. After thinking it over, she took out her phone and called Yiwen. He answered but didn't speak, letting Yiwen call out for a while. "When are you coming back?" she finally asked after a long pause. "Can you make it back for dinner? What's wrong?" "Oh, then I'll wait for you to come back so we can eat together." "Are you alright? I'll hang up now." Before he could finish, Helan said, "Someone has already come back." "What?" Yiwen didn't understand at first. "Oh, I see, you little brat came to apologize." "Who apologized?" Helan's face flushed, and she used the opportunity to act coquettishly. "Okay, I understand. It's not convenient to talk now. I'll settle the score one by one when I get back." "Ugh!" He Lan, having gotten the better deal, feigned innocence and hung up the phone, feeling a huge weight lifted off her shoulders. She then sent Liang a text message from the phone: "Work hard, don't get angry!" Having done all this, she felt much more energetic. She jumped out of bed and within minutes had tidied herself up, looking radiant and charming. However, as she looked in the mirror, she felt something was off about her appearance. Suddenly, she remembered something Yi Wen had said to her when she was getting ready to leave after a trip. She remembered seeing herself like this in the mirror back then. Yi Wen had said, "You look like you've been indulging in too much sex." "Ugh, Yi Wen! Too much? Too much?" She made a face at the mirror like a mischievous child. She took a taxi to Wuquan Mountain. This was a relatively famous park in Lanzhou. It was said that if the five springs inside flowed at the same time, the area would flood; they never flowed simultaneously.

Unfortunately, the scene inside was quite different from before; many Buddhist halls had been added. She quickly came down, but the tea stall at the park entrance caught her eye. She casually ordered melon seeds and a large bowl of tea, and leisurely began to munch. That's the good thing about Lanzhou's climate; no matter how hot it is, as long as there's something to shield you from the direct sunlight, you can sit comfortably.
Bored, she dialed her sister's number and told He Yu that she was drinking tea alone in the park, and in a large bowl with a three-tiered lid. He Yu almost burst out laughing. "What are you doing there? Just wandering around aimlessly? You might as well stay home!"
Her son was at her sister's house, out rollerblading with his cousin.
"Go out and check around, don't bump into anything."
"Okay, I'm hanging up."
He Lan, dressed so elegantly, attracted a lot of attention sitting at the tea stall, but it was just a fleeting glance. He Lan's appearance was indeed quite striking and dignified. No wonder Yi Wen joked that if she was bored at home alone, she should go and pick up a handsome guy; she always said that no one dared to approach her. "
My appearance is what you call upright, making evil people forget to approach," she often teased Yi Wen.
At school, she also got along well with teachers and students; her kindness and lack of conflict naturally earned her goodwill.
Yi Wen and the client's group went to Baiyin in the afternoon. It's a neighboring city in Gansu. Compared to Gansu, its industrial base is quite good. Recently, many investors from Jiangsu and Zhejiang have come here to seek their fortune, boosting related industries. Overall, its development potential is no less than that of Lanzhou, the provincial capital.
This is the birthplace of Party A. Party A wanted Yi Wen to come here to create a buzz, to speak to government departments and those who, though retired, still held influence. Yi Wen was already very familiar with this uniquely Chinese economic atmosphere, and he was happy to showcase the company's bright future development blueprint to them. Of course, he subtly implied the company's boldness and promising prospects in this collaboration, though of course, boldness and prospects were backed by money. On
the way back, Yi Wen finally had time to think about his wife. Liang's workload in Lanzhou wasn't actually that heavy, because he didn't do much actual work at the company; at most, he was just a consultant. This was far from Liang's ability. The key was that the company wasn't very interested in him, and the things he tinkered with all day didn't involve much communication with Yi Wen. Yi Wen had no choice but to waste resources and seek talent elsewhere.
He knew exactly what Helan's call meant. She was too kind. He could guess some of the details of today's events, but it put a lot of pressure on Helan. If she didn't tell him, she would definitely have trouble sleeping. Now that he had finished everything and was calming down to think about Helan and Liang, he actually felt a stirring in his lower body. The client had sent a driver to take him back to Lanzhou. The young man was quite quiet. When he saw Yi Wen close his eyes, he didn't say anything more, only saying, "Boss, you sleep, okay? I'll call you when we get there,"
and then he drove off silently.
He was already very tired yesterday. By the time he got off the plane and arrived at the Jinjiang Sunshine Hotel, it was already past 11. He talked to Liang for a while, and it was already very late. Then the three of them stayed up most of the night, barely getting any sleep. Now, putting aside work, he was half-asleep thinking about this. The image of his lovely wife naked floated around in his mind, sometimes beside him, sometimes in Liang's arms, both scenes very warm and cozy.
Helan was sometimes gentle, sometimes wanton, but always appeared obedient and docile. Perhaps Helan was overthinking things; she wasn't entirely clear about Liang's role in the company. He was merely a partner in a friendly sense. It was Yiwen who insisted on giving him company shares from the beginning. Although it was only a few hundred thousand yuan, the initial shares were now a considerable sum. At the end of the year, Liang always said he'd take the profits when needed. Liang had some investments outside, but not large ones. This guy had changed a lot. Before dragging Yiwen to the south, he was purely a money-grubbing speculator. But after accumulating some wealth, he seemed to want to withdraw with nothing, constantly engaging in inexplicable activities.
Helan feared she might see Liang as someone who would abandon the company for love, believing his role in the company was just as important as Yiwen's. Therefore, running away to enjoy a moment of pleasure at this time would be an absolute betrayal of Yiwen. Helan liked Liang, as Yiwen knew, but her thinking in this way truly moved Yiwen. It's said that women lose their rationality in the face of love, but she was clearly not entirely like that.
When the three of them were together, she was always happy, and her happiness made Yi Wen happy too.
Yi Wen wondered how to relieve his beloved wife's pressure. Perhaps his approach to facilitating her relationship with Liang was a mistake.
The prevailing opinion at the time was that sex and love could be separated; enjoying sex was enjoying life, but what if sex and love came together?
The three of them ate dinner at a Chinese restaurant below Jinjiang Yangguan, in a quiet private room. Soft music played, the food was delicious, and the atmosphere was warm and slightly ambiguous. During the meal, Yi Wen persuaded He Lan to drink quite a bit of red wine; two bottles were emptied.
Yi Wen said, "It seems there shouldn't be any problems here. Let the colleagues handle the rest. Thanks to an old friend's help, the cinematographer who just finished filming a Coca-Cola commercial in Hainan has been transferred here. The team can rest assured. There shouldn't be any issues in the next few days. Each department needs a handover process." "
Honey, haven't you always wanted to visit Labrang Monastery in Gannan? Actually, we could also go to Dongxiang."
He Lan was overjoyed: "Really! That's great! It's a deal then. If you need to spend any money, don't back down."
He Lan had always had a wish to find a suitable school here and donate some funds or find a few one-on-one sponsors.
Seeing his wife's excited expression, Yi Wen readily agreed, "Don't worry, I doubt you'll use up all our savings. Anyway, Liang will be going with you; he'll give you advice."
"You're not going?"
Hearing that she was going with Liang, He Lan's face flushed red. She glanced at Liang, "Then I won't go either." "
No, I have to fly home tomorrow. There's a lot to do there."
She then explained to Liang about signing a promotional spokesperson contract for a clothing brand in Macau.
"Then I'll go back too. It's a rare summer vacation for our son; it wouldn't be good if I didn't spend time with him. My sister and the others are quite busy too."
He Lan blushed as she argued.
"Silly wife, you only arrived yesterday. Besides, I'll be back in three days at the latest. If I have time, I'll come visit you all. I'll also find myself a school, build one in my name, and have it on par with yours. Oh, and don't forget about the boy; it won't cost much, why not?"
Liang shook his head and smiled.
He Lan stopped arguing, giving Liang a tender look.
Later, Liang excused himself to pay the bill and left the private room. He Lan complained, "Ugh, what are you doing? I'm not going."
Yi Wen grabbed her hand, "I really was going, but something came up. Just wanted to clear my head, it's fine. Your matter involves negotiating with the other party, so Liang will definitely have to go with you."
"Come on,"
she pulled her hand back, "Don't I know you?"
She lowered her head, somewhat resentfully, "Why do you insist on putting me and him together?"
Yi Wen quickly moved a chair next to her, grinning, "It's my fault, you know I have a bit of a dark side, haha, besides... haha... didn't you want to go a long time ago?"
Sometimes He Lan didn't know whether to be grateful or angry; Yi Wen always gave her a way out, never hurting her pride.
"He was so busy today and still came back to cause trouble, aren't you angry?"
He Lan asked him quietly.
"You don't know, he would never abandon his job."
Liang entered at that moment, and the two stopped talking.
Back in the room, while Helan went to take a shower, Yi Wen called Liang to the study in the suite, sat him down, and tossed him a cigarette. Whenever he made this gesture, it meant he had something serious to discuss. Liang composed himself and lit the cigarette with a match.
"What's so nerve-wracking?"
Yi Wen smiled at his unnatural expression. "It's just a talk." "
I understand, go ahead."
Liang had always been a subordinate to Yi Wen, and had always held him in high esteem. Even when Liang had achieved some success in the south, while Yi Wen was still a lowly clerk, he hadn't forgotten this long-standing habit.
"I just want to remind you not to get too carried away. If you're willing..."
Wen glanced towards the bathroom, "Of course, it also depends on her willingness. She'll always be by your side, not just mine, but yours too."
He paused, then continued, "But this superficial relationship still needs to be maintained. After all, we have a son, a family. If one day you and Xiao Li get back together or have a new family, I'll remind her to be mindful of this. Apart from that, in any other aspect, whatever form it takes, if you're happy, I'll be happy."
Liang's face flushed red, his head bowed, not looking up at all.
"This time when she came, I noticed she seemed much more relaxed than in Shenzhen. What clever trick did you use?"
Wen felt the atmosphere was a bit somber, so he lightened his tone. "Last night I wasn't completely passive anymore, ha... this afternoon I'll probably be even more unrestrained, right?"
Wen himself could hear the forced calmness in his voice.
Liang didn't say a word.
Until Wen handed him a second cigarette.
By the time He Lan came out, the two of them had already returned to the sofa in the living room.
He Lan wiped something off as she left the room. Her pajamas, though not revealing, were quite sheer, almost exposing her nipples. Both men followed her with slightly surprised looks; it would have been even more interesting if the living room lights had been brighter.
Her actions were also symbolic. Liang and Wen each sat on a two-seater sofa, but she didn't sit next to either of them. Instead, she sat on a bench opposite them, seemingly indicating that the two men were equally important to her.
She didn't need to walk past them to sit in a far corner.
The three of them ate fruit He Lan had prepared and watched TV. When Wen went to the bathroom, she turned around and asked, "What are you talking about?"
"Nothing,"
Liang said.
"Liar,"
He Lan waved her hand, fanning away the smoke in the room.
"We just said we borrowed a car from the client, and we'll drive there ourselves."
Wen didn't come out again. He Lan went to the door and saw him wrapped in a bath towel, asleep on the sofa.
Helan felt a pang of sadness and said to Liang, "Go to sleep, you're tired."
Liang went into another bedroom, and Helan hesitated for a moment before following him.
She hugged his waist from behind.
"Go to sleep early, be good!"
she said.
He turned around and slipped his hand inside the wide neckline of her nightgown, kneading her bouncing breasts.
Helan quickly felt his body begin to press against her lower abdomen, and quickly pushed him away, gently dodging him, laughing as she ran off.
"Husband, get up and go to bed."
Helan shook Yiwen.
He opened his eyes, took a big gulp of tea, stretched, and lay down on the bed.
"Is the boy asleep?"
"Yes."
He pulled her over and scooped her up in his arms.
"So well-behaved today? Is he alright?"
He whispered in her ear, "Let him come over."
"No."
She hesitated.
"Alright, I have to drive tomorrow, let him sleep tonight."
Helan lay down beside him, leaning against him. "Tired?"
"Not bad."
He reached out and let her lie in his arms, his face rubbing against her black hair. She pulled him down and kissed him. "There's a smell of smoke, it wasn't cleaned properly,"
she said.
He sucked on her smooth tongue, too lazy to argue, his hand slipping inside her pajamas and fiddling with her inner thigh.
"Wife, are you happy?"
"Mmm..."
"Shameless."
Wen teased.
"I just scolded that kid."
"Scolded what?"
Helan sat up nervously.
"Too presumptuous, doing whatever he wanted."
"No way!"
"Heh... you're already defending him, you stinky wife?"
Wen's fingers squeezed between her wet vaginal openings. "Coming to you during work hours for pleasure, doesn't that count?"
"No."
She moaned.
"Wife, you still dare to deny it?"
He pressed his thumb against her clitoris and rubbed it. He kissed her earlobe, breathing softly, "What did he do when he came back this afternoon? Did he harass you?"
"Oh...yes."
Helan murmured in surrender, her whole body limp.
"Did you like it? How did he harass you?"
"He touched me..."
Helan squirmed.
"And you even mated, right? You needed it too, right?"
Wen's words were deliberately provocative, but his mind was unusually clear. He knew that Helan was most likely to drift along with his thoughts at this moment.
"Yes..."
"Comfortable, happy, right?"
"Yes..."
Wen's penis grew larger with each throbbing. Helan reached out and grasped it wantonly, "Husband, is it okay?"
Her disheveled hair and hazy, lustful look immediately made Wen's blood surge. His penis bounced, and he was involuntarily guided into the depths by Helan's grasp.
"Wife, you're so shameless. How can you do this with two men?"
He slowly thrust in and out.
"Yes, I didn't know."
Helan closed her eyes tightly, her brows furrowed as if in great pain.
"Your husband has been cheated on, do you know that?"
"I know, it's your own choice, it's not my fault, husband."
"Yes, oh, your husband likes it, so don't be so shy anymore. Let him take you tomorrow, okay? Do you like being together?"
"Okay..."
Helan seemed hypnotized.
He pushed her legs apart, his movements becoming a little faster.
"Tomorrow you'll be his wife, you'll be free? Tomorrow is your honeymoon, do you like it? You can let that boy caress you all the time? Be a lovely woman..."
He kept rambling in her ear.
It was late, and neither of them was asleep. They slowly recovered from their exhaustion, and the two of them, naked and intertwined, engaged in a more open and honest exchange than ever before.
Actually, Helan still couldn't quite understand Wen's actions. In her memory, Wen was a rather stingy person in this regard. She remembered him being overjoyed on their wedding night because she was a virgin.
"Did you think I definitely wouldn't keep my virginity back then?"
"Actually, it was an unexpected surprise for me,"
Wen said. "Back then, because I loved you, I was prepared to be tolerant of you, but I didn't expect..."
He chuckled like he used to.
"And now? Is this compensation or a reward?"
she asked, playfully pinching his nose.
"It's multifaceted. As for compensation, it's not because of what happened back then, but since you have such good conditions, and God has brought you a man you can accept, I feel I shouldn't stop you from enjoying life."
"You mean, if it weren't for Liang, none of this would have happened?"
"I don't know. Maybe there would be another similar character, but the process certainly wouldn't be as perfect as it is now." "
Then what did you get out of it?"
she asked.
"My happiness is intertwined with your happiness. As someone who loves you, I should be happy that you enjoy life."
However, Yi Wen never revealed his other desire: the thrill and satisfaction he derived from He Lan and Liang's intimate moments.
"You like watching me and him…"
"Yes."
"You're so annoying!"
He Lan said.
"But you don't hate the thing itself,"
Wen said.
"Go to sleep, we won't understand even if we talk until dawn,"
Wen said.
"I just hate it!"
she pressed her body against him fiercely.
"If you hate me so much, then go to sleep!"
he said.
"I hate it! I hate it!"
she thrashed at him relentlessly.
He pulled her close, preventing her from moving, and looked at her. "Are we going again tomorrow?"
"Yes!"
she said without blinking.
"Alright, go to sleep, you big flirt."
Yi Wen sighed, feigning hurt.
Wen quickly drifted off to sleep, half-asleep, unable to fall asleep because He Lan kept turning over. Eventually, she simply draped her thigh over his body. They weren't used to this; normally, they slept separately, without disturbing each other. He groggily touched the leg on his body a couple of times, pushed it off, and quickly draped it back over him.
He muttered to himself, "Wife, you're so annoying."
"I can't sleep,"
He Lan said coquettishly, pressing her whole body against his back, her breasts pressing against his back.
Wen suddenly turned around, realizing, "Could it be... you brat, are you trying to get that rascal to come over? No wonder you can't sleep!"
"Ugh, who wants him over? What a scoundrel."
She reached down and placed her hand on her husband's limp penis.
He hugged her, pressing his face against hers, burning hot. He felt a pang of pity and whispered, "So you want to throw yourself into my arms?"
She pushed him away shyly. "...Go away!"
Then, she pressed against him again, not wanting to sleep at all.
"So that's really how it is."
Wen opened his eyes, watching her from the shadows. "So all that hard work lasting half the night didn't satisfy you at all, and you're still in heat? How come you're getting stronger and stronger now, actively asking to go to war? Before, it seemed like I was the one forcing you into prostitution."
Wen teased.
"Get lost, I just can't sleep, who said I wanted to go to his side?"
Wen checked his watch; it was already past one.
"Alright, alright, if you want to cheat on me, I can't stop you. Give me the blanket."
Helan covered him with the blanket, turned up the air conditioning, went around to the inside of the bed, and squatted at the head of the bed, watching Yi Wen.
He opened his eyes: "What is it now?"
She leaned in and playfully tapped him on the cheek: "Are you angry?"
"Get away, you *woman*."
He laughed and scolded.
She leaned in and kissed Wen's lips again. Wen felt her burning heat and pushed her away. "Go on, but don't go too crazy. Get some rest."
She paused, then hugged his head, touched. "I'm not going."
He picked up his slippers from the floor, pretending to hit her. "Are you kidding me?"
She giggled and ran away.
Once in the living room, she hesitated. Wrapped in her pajamas, she sat on the sofa for a while, lost in thought. What was she doing? Was she going to throw herself into his arms, as Wen had said? She felt ashamed and hesitated.
She really was going back to her room, but the moment she opened the door, she couldn't resist the temptation of desire and quietly slipped into Liang's room. Wen heard her footsteps as she turned back. He laughed inwardly; she still hadn't overcome this hurdle. He pretended to be asleep, waiting for her to come in, but immediately the sound stopped, followed by the soft sound of the door opening.
Helan entered Liang's room in a panic, her heart pounding with nervousness. Just as Wen had said, if she had been passive before, now she was completely throwing herself into his arms. She didn't know what Liang would think. She put Wen's feelings aside for the time being; otherwise, she wouldn't have acted coy and asked Wen to point out her intentions. She was afraid Liang would look down on her.
The room was dark, and Liang was snoring softly. She stood by the bed, looking at the man sleeping on the white sheets.
The bed in this room wasn't big. She sat on the edge of the bed, carefully lay down, and squeezed next to him. She felt feverish all over.
Liang woke up and looked at her with some surprise.
She buried her face in his chest, utterly ashamed: "I want you, take me now..."
He instantly became excited, her white nightgown almost torn apart. Without foreplay, without any unnecessary movements, his penis entered her wet body...
Helan almost fainted... motionless, enduring Liang's thrusts. It was incredibly smooth inside; she could feel the semen Wen had left deep inside, lubricating their passion. Under Liang's relentless, hundreds of thrusts, Helan couldn't breathe and began to cough violently.
Liang was terrified and quickly stopped. Helan finished coughing, her face turned to the side, and looked at him tenderly, her hands gently pressing down on Liang's buttocks.
Liang changed to gentle thrusting; her juices flowed freely, but at this moment, she had no mind to care about that. She felt as if countless insects were spreading throughout her body...
She became somewhat shameless...
She murmured complaints about the man working on her body: "Don't you want me anymore... Why don't you want me anymore... Why do you want me to come to you..."
Liang smiled bitterly, his face full of helplessness, only able to use words to soothe this woman who was blinded by lust.
Liang's hard work quickly brought her two soul-stirring orgasms...
The room was filled with a seductive, sensual scent of a woman.
Actually, Wen hadn't been able to sleep since his wife left, tossing and turning. Eventually, he simply turned on the TV and kept changing channels with the remote. The room was well soundproofed, so there was basically no sound, but that's precisely what made his mind wander. Later, he found some cigarettes and smoked two in a row, making the room smoky and unbearable even for himself. He quickly opened the window and went to the living room.
A little light shone from under Liang's door, and there were faint, suppressed giggles, teasing Wen's nerves. He pretended to scold the lewd couple, and pressed the handle before knocking. Perhaps Helan hadn't locked the door after entering, worried that the sound of locking it would wake Liang.
He gently pushed open the door, intending to go inside, but the scene before him stunned him: Liang straddled the naked Helan, his buttocks half-pressed on her breasts, Helan holding his enormous, astonishing penis, sucking and swallowing it repeatedly… Liang's hand was behind her, thrusting in and out… The light was dim, intensifying the lewd ambiguity…
Wen quickly closed the door, his blood rushing inexplicably, his lower body suddenly erect.
Helan had never been so unrestrained during sex with him; it made his heart clench, even a little painful… Helan had clearly achieved complete ecstasy; her usual dignified and aloof exterior had been shattered by lust, or perhaps her inherent lewdness had been thoroughly unearthed by this game and the man riding on top of her. Helan's desire was like Pandora's box; what kind of scene would unfold after it was opened?
Somewhat unwillingly, he returned to the door, this time knocking.
He heard Helan scream "No!" from inside.
The door opened, and the first thing Wen saw was Liang standing naked in the doorway, his impressively thick penis erect. A little embarrassed, Wen stepped aside. He chuckled and scolded, "Can't a person get any sleep?"
Helan pulled the blanket over herself to cover herself, but Wen yanked it away. She defiantly stared at Wen, her eyes half-closed, a lingering, excited smile on her face. The bed was a mess, and the familiar scent of Helan's surging passion, the afterglow of her climax, filled the room.
"Hmm..."
Wen gestured for Liang to return to the bed. Liang scratched his head awkwardly, but didn't move. Helan, however, glanced at Wen and casually extended two white arms to Liang. Liang readily returned to the bed, and the two snuggled together.
Wen pretended to be angry and raised his hand to hit her. She coquettishly threw herself into Wen's arms and began to whine. But when Wen tried to touch her, she immediately hid in Liang's arms, as if Liang was her husband and not him anymore. He Lan was no longer the dignified and virtuous woman she used to be.
"Go away, husband."
She seemed a little uncomfortable being completely open in front of two men, and she begged him to leave. But Wen gestured for Liang behind her to act, and Liang unceremoniously squeezed his almost shrunken penis between her legs...
Under Wen's gaze, Liang didn't seem very open when he was with He Lan. You could say he was just thrusting in and out from behind in a conventional way.
Strangely, Wen was just watching the two bodies moving with great interest. Liang's skin was fair for a man, but it was almost bronze in contrast to He Lan, making him look even stronger. He half-pulled his wife into his arms, holding her upper body in his embrace.
At this moment, Helan's face was flushed, making her appear alluring and charming. The pleasure of love was undoubtedly the most effective tonic for a woman. Liang flipped her over, so she was now on top of Wen, changing the position from side-entry to rear-entry. Her moans grew louder…
Helan felt the crawling sensation return, but she dared not be unrestrained any longer. This lewd intercourse was unbearable for her; the actions before her were an immoral act she could not tolerate. However, the physical pleasure repeatedly destroyed her courage to escape. She looked up at her husband, her face full of guilt, and tightly gripped Wen's hand, trying to convey her feelings.
When Liang finally thrust into Helan in the traditional position, Helan was already frenzied. She forgot Wen's presence, clinging tightly to Liang, letting him forcefully penetrate her lower passage.
Finally, Liang howled and ejaculated deep inside her. After the series of spasms completely stopped, he collapsed onto Helan...
It was quiet for a while before Liang got up and went into the bathroom. Helan turned her face, and Wen seemed to see her tears. "I'm sorry, husband, I couldn't control myself. I'm a completely wicked woman now..."
"Silly girl."
He hugged her and gently comforted her, whispering in her ear, "Thank you for letting me see such a good show. It was so exciting."
"Ugh!"
She laughed through her tears.
He bent down to look at the scene between her legs. She gasped and squeezed her legs together, but the filth clearly made her uncomfortable, and Wen quickly separated them. Wen saw that her familiar labia were now slightly everted, revealing the tender pink inner walls, with a small amount of milky white stuff oozing out. Her pubic hair was soaked in the mucus, looking like a big mess…
He patted her buttocks, “Go wash up, don’t mess around like that anymore. If you keep me up at night again, I won’t be so polite!”
She blushed and just smiled…
Lanzhou is an extremely polluted city, which is especially noticeable as you travel out of the city. As you leave Lanzhou, the air gradually becomes fresher, and the patches of green on the loess slopes become clearer.
The client provided a Mitsubishi Jeep, which is considered quite prestigious in Lanzhou. He Lan didn’t say anything on the way, and Liang concentrated all his energy on driving.
Yi Wen was the first to get up in the morning; he was catching an early flight to Shenzhen. When He Lan woke up, he was writing a message for her on the living room table.
She quietly walked over and hugged him from behind the chair: "Come back soon."
She had wanted to say she didn't want to go out with Liang anymore, but everything was arranged, and saying it now would seem a bit fake.
The several dozen kilometers of highway from Lanzhou passed quickly, and Liang got off and turned onto the national highway.
They slowly entered the Hui Muslim residential area, with groups of Hui people leisurely strolling along the roadside, and occasionally a few sheep could be seen searching for green patches on the earthen slopes to eat.
He Lan could feel the effects of the altitude; her mouth was dry. She opened a bottle of water and handed it to Liang, then leaned in and stroked his hair. She felt a little embarrassed for not saying a word the whole way. Actually, Yi Wen's departure that morning had made her very uneasy. Relatively speaking, she was still a traditional woman at heart, and she had accidentally found herself in this awkward situation.
"Are you tired?"
"No,"
he said.
"Stubborn."
Almost simultaneously, they realized that their conversation was a line from a health product advertisement, and they couldn't help but burst into laughter, immediately lightening the atmosphere in the car.
The towns of Sanjiaji and Guanghe along the way were rumored to be notorious for drug trafficking. Liang fled from these areas as if his life depended on it; indeed, the sight of countless white Muslim felt hats swaying in the wind was unsettling.
In just two hours, they arrived in Ningxia Hui Autonomous Prefecture, the capital of Ningxia Hui Autonomous Region. They found a place to eat, and Helan, who had a particular fondness for liangpi (cold skin noodles), tried it at three different places, but none could recapture the taste she remembered. Liang laughed, saying she had forgotten her roots, that's how local food is supposed to taste. Helan waved her hand, repeatedly saying no.
Leaving Ningxia left the two feeling utterly disheartened. The road to Labrang Monastery in Xiahe was under major repair, riddled with potholes, and to make matters worse, a light rain began to fall, making the passing vehicles look like they were wearing camouflage from the front lines.
Liang pulled the car over to the side of the road, letting Helan decide whether to continue or return to the city to rest. She hesitated for a long time, and Liang squeezed from the front to the back, embracing her and caressing her. Helan blushed and her heart pounded as she looked at the passing cars, but she couldn't push him away and could only let him take advantage of her...
In the end, they arrived in Xiahe around 2 PM.
After looking at several places, they finally settled on a hotel called Gangjian Longzhu. They
had originally planned to freshen up quickly and then immediately visit the nearby Labrang Monastery, but plans clearly didn't go as expected. Helan had barely come out of the bathroom when Liang dragged her to the bed.
To be honest, Helan's mood wasn't as light as a bird released from its cage. For some reason, she kept thinking about Yiwen. Besides, she really didn't want to be so sticky and intimate with Liang. But she just couldn't resist this impulsive guy in front of her. Moreover, Liang seemed to have gotten rid of Wen's influence and become wild and confident, quickly making her feel like she was floating on air and unable to control herself...
She let him pull off her khaki pants along with her small triangle camisole. Slowly, all she could feel was gentle caresses all over her body and a tongue swirling in her mouth. She was forced to sit on the edge of the bed, the cold air from the air conditioner blowing directly on her naked lower body.
Because she was only lying on the bed with her upper body exposed, her toes involuntarily hovering on the carpet, her body was in an utterly shameless position. Her legs were spread wide, her feet on the ground, completely exposing her private parts to the most conspicuous place; even a few wisps of pubic hair were freely swaying in the wind…
Liang was still not satisfied with his actions. His greedy, lustful hand silently moved across her knees to the center of her body, his thumb accurately pressing down on her throbbing clitoris, sending Helan soaring to a new height.
Then, he freed one hand and removed everything from her top, revealing her playful breasts that sprang open, the brown nipples contracting and squeezing together with their fine pores due to the sudden chill.
Helan almost suffocated. She pushed him away, looking him up and down as if she didn't recognize him, a hint of mockery on her face: "You old hand, showing your true colors now?"
Liang grinned, a smile that completely swept away Helan's serious expression, revealing a pure, boyish smile. A close-up of his face would never connect it to what he was doing.
He reached under her back, lifting her up, and straddled her, teasingly gesturing for her to bend down.
She didn't need to bend down to feel his erection. She simply used her fingertips to push his penis towards her, sliding it deep inside…
She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling the heat within her, hard and reaching deep inside. She tucked his hair into her mouth to prevent herself from making a sound too soon.
He thrust into her forcefully, chuckling. "You're
so annoying,"
she said, punching him on the shoulder.
Her complaints only fueled his more violent thrusts, so intense that she stumbled and fell, their angles shifting instantly. She was now completely subdued: her legs were draped over his shoulders, lying on her back, enduring his savage assault. At this moment, Helan could no longer maintain her composure; her suppressed murmurs turned into low growls…
During a brief pause, Liang regained some of his composure and asked with tenderness, “Are you tired?”
She shook her head, her hair disheveled, her face flushed, her body trembling uncontrollably.
He asked again, “Are you tired?”
“No.”
She had fallen into his trap, only to be met with a storm of assaults.
After resting, he looked at her mockingly: "Stubborn!"
Confused, Helan was completely oblivious to the fact that she had fallen into his trap, gaining a verbal advantage. Several times she was almost on the verge of climax, but the cunning Liang always stopped her from crossing the line. She knew the man's good intentions; she felt an itch inside, even her uterus trembled slightly. This edge-to-the-point thrill was no less than the climax.
She couldn't help but want to express her gratitude and appreciation. She slid her bare thighs down his shoulders, using her hands to support herself and forcefully spread them open, exposing her private parts to him, deliberately displaying her wanton side. "Do you like it?"
"I love it."
Standing by the bed, he launched into another round of thrusts.
Helan bent over, wanting to see where their bodies met. Liang pulled the blanket from the bed and placed it behind her. Helan looked down at their genitals, watching his thick member move in and out of her lips, her lower lips ridiculously being flipped inside and out. She blushed, lay back down, and cupped his two swaying testicles with her hands from below, smiling contentedly.
He pulled away, letting her lie face down on the bed. He squeezed in again from behind. This time he saw her round buttocks, her cleft already wet, her lovely anus shyly displayed. He lightly touched it with his middle finger, eliciting a shiver from Helan.
Curious, he tried again, with the same reaction. He began to mischievously stimulate her, gently probing with his finger until his entire middle finger was inside, able to even caress his penis through the thin membrane of her vagina. Helan's moans grew louder, arousing his tenderness. He tried to withdraw his finger but was held tightly by her anus, and her vaginal canal tightened, almost causing him to ejaculate.
She looked back and said, "I want it, will you shoot in me?"
Her voice was seductive and soft.
From Liang's perspective, Helan, with her disheveled hair flying beneath him, was incredibly alluring. Her soft murmur was enough to make him lose control and ejaculate uncontrollably...
After cleaning up the mess and resting for a moment, the two left the hotel and headed to the nearby Labrang Monastery.

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