Beautiful mom teaches dance

My mother, Jiang Ling, was a renowned beauty. I'd occasionally heard her talk about how countless men pursued her when she was unmarried. Only after marrying my father did her life gradually become more ordinary. As she spoke, her captivating eyes couldn't help but glance in my mother's direction. These were things my mother mentioned when she lamented getting old. However, in my eyes, I couldn't see any trace of time on my mother. She was still so beautiful, so young, with a slightly upturned nose, delicate and rosy lips, and almond-shaped eyes that were particularly charming when she blinked. Especially when my mother looked up at me with her pretty face, the way she looked like she had just been kissed made me want to give her a kiss.

My mother is actually quite tall, but my father and I are both over 1.8 meters tall, so when she doesn't wear high heels, she usually has to look up at us. Because of this height advantage, I can sometimes see a patch of white skin on her chest when I'm at home. Her two snow-white breasts, squeezed by her bra, create a deep cleavage. When I get close, her breath touches my face—a fresh and cheerful scent, without a trace of age.

My mother's breasts are on the larger side, which is actually one of the problems that bothers her, because she studied dance and is now a full-time dance teacher at the cultural center. Large breasts make her dance movements more difficult.

Every morning, my family goes to school or goes to work. My dad's workplace is to the east, while my mom and I walk west to the bus stop to catch the number 10 bus. My school is the third stop, while my mom's is the last. There are very few people on the number 10 bus to the Cultural Palace, so usually, my mom is the only one left at the last stop in the morning.

When we part at the door, my mom will tiptoe and kiss my dad. My mom's legs are long and straight, and at that moment, the morning sunlight streams in, making their beauty seem sacred and inviolable.

I'm very happy on my way to school. My mom holds my hand, and because of her height, she looks a little petite and delicate.

There were quite a few perverts on the bus, and my mother would lean slightly against me. Occasionally, when the bus braked, she would press against me, her large breasts against my chest, and we would embrace, our bodies pressed tightly together. To onlookers, we looked like a couple deeply in love.

Recently, when my mother talked to me about these topics again, she would occasionally mention her new colleagues. One of them, named Lin Chen, was mentioned most often. It turned out that the Cultural Palace had recently hired a batch of young people, and Lin Chen was one of them. I didn't pay much attention and continued talking to my mother about other things, not noticing the blush and barely concealed shyness on her face when she talked about Lin Chen.

I first met Lin Chen on the No. 10 bus. He was surprised to see his mother at the station and blurted out, "Lingling, so you take this bus too?"

Called Lingling, his mother's face flushed pink. She glared at Lin Chen but didn't say anything or refuse.

"Is this your son?"

Lin Chen seemed to sense a hint of embarrassment.

"Yes, his name is Xinxin,"

his mother answered, tilting her head up to him, her face still flushed, like a pear blossom in the rain. Lin Chen was momentarily speechless. Seeing him staring blankly at her, his mother lightly tapped him, her face still red, "Don't be like that when you're dancing! Stop daydreaming!" She then

turned her head away, blushing.

After chatting with Lin Chen for a while, I learned that Lin Chen was my mother's new dance partner. The Cultural Palace was preparing to participate in an international dance competition, and my mother and Lin Chen had prepared a piece called "Swan Lake," which they were rehearsing intensively these days.

Soon, we arrived at school. Lin Chen and my mother stood together and waved to me. At first glance, Lin Chen had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes; he was indeed a handsome guy. Standing next to my mother... well, although my mother looked like a 20-year-old girl, she was actually 33 years old. Where did the word "matched" come from?

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but ever since then, my mother seems to pay more attention to her appearance. I tried to ask her about it, but she explained that it was because of the needs of the dance troupe. "Swan Lake is very important, and I must win an award. This dance is also very demanding in terms of the performers' physical appearance, so we chose Chenchen and me."

"Chenchen?"

I asked, puzzled. "Oh, that's Lin Chen,"

my mother explained, blushing slightly. Her pretty face was flushed, and her eyes, which were usually bright and expressive, seemed to dart away from mine. "We usually call each other by our nicknames

," I said, relieved.

Today is the weekend, and school is having extra classes. Mom also needs to go to the cultural center for dance rehearsals. Dad doesn't have to work, but he's staying in bed sleeping in and refuses to drive us. So

, Mom and I have no choice but to take the bus. There are a lot of people out and about on Saturdays, and the bus is packed. Mom and I have to separate. Mom went to the door to pay the fare, and I lined up at the back to get on the bus. Lin Chen, who was behind us, saw us and first pulled me onto the bus through the crowd. Then, he struggled to squeeze to the front to help Mom get on as well. We wanted to stand together, but because there were so many people, Lin Chen and Mom couldn't squeeze to the back after getting on the bus, so they had to give up.

I saw my mother nestled in Lin Chen's arms from behind, each holding a wristband. They were swaying back and forth in the crowd, finally reaching school. I hurriedly got off the bus, turned back to wave to my mother and Lin Chen, and thanked Lin Chen.

I turned back towards school. The bus behind me slowly started moving. Jiang Ling quietly lowered her hand from the wristband and placed it on Lin Chen's neck.

They embraced, their breaths mingling. Lin Chen held Jiang Ling tightly around the waist with one hand, while using the other to maintain his balance on the wristband.

Time flew by; the preliminary rounds of the dance competition were about to begin in Hong Kong.

The night before leaving, Mom packed a large suitcase. Although she was a little tired, she couldn't hide the excitement in her eyes.

"You seem very happy today, Mom."

"Really? It's so obvious?"

Mom touched her cheeks, a blush spreading across her face. "The competition is coming up, of course I'm excited!"

If I'm not mistaken, Mom also put her newly bought stockings and her beloved crystal high heels in her bag. But as far as I know, high heels aren't used in dance competitions. So who is Mom wearing stockings and high heels for? The competition lasted a week, and including preparation time, Mom stayed in Hong Kong for about 10 days. As the saying goes, a day apart feels like three autumns; when Mom returned, she seemed even more radiant. Seeing Dad waiting at the airport, she excitedly threw herself into his arms, showering him with kisses. Only after the tender moment did she realize Lin Chen had already left.

That night, Mom and Dad closed their bedroom door early, and I could pretty much guess what they were doing.

Our house isn't very soundproof, and their passion wasn't over until late at night. The creaking and shaking of the old bed sounded like a rhythmic beat, finally ending in the early hours of the morning.

My mother didn't seem to have changed much after returning home. She would occasionally mention Lin Chen during our conversations, but whenever she did, she would abruptly change the subject.

However, my mother and Lin Chen still inevitably met. My mother would blush whenever she saw Lin Chen, but since I had gotten to know him through his previous help, I thought he was a gentleman. My mother's blushing was probably because she wasn't used to being with strangers.

When the bus was less crowded, I would chat with Lin Chen. His words were full of righteousness, and over time, we became good friends.

On Sunday, I had nothing to do, so I went to the Cultural Palace with my mother. During that time, I ran into Lin Chen, and I went to his dorm with him. Soon after, it was rehearsal time, and Lin Chen and his mother went to the dance studio, leaving me alone in the dorm. Bored, I idly tugged at Lin Chen's laptop, looking at the photos he had taken from his travels. His hard drive was a full 40GB of photos, but strangely, I could only see 39GB of content. I couldn't find the remaining 1GB. I casually clicked to show hidden files, and sure enough, everyone has secrets. Even Lin Chen, who seemed healthy and sunny on the outside, had his secrets.

I opened the folder, and it asked for a password. I knew Lin Chen's birthday from our previous chats. I tried several combinations of her birthdate, but all failed. Just as I was about to give up, I unconsciously entered a familiar number: 19790311. This was my mother's birthday, and also the password my father often used at work. Surprisingly, the folder unlocked successfully. I opened the folder in disbelief, and the subfolder inside was named "Me and Lingling."

Filled with questions and unease, I hurriedly opened it. Inside was a .doc file—Lin Chen's diary! Not many people are still practicing at the Cultural Palace on weekends. Today, besides the staff working overtime, there are only two people in the dance studio who can dance. Everyone, engrossed in their work, seems oblivious to the two's unusual behavior.

Dance is a form of body language, and physical contact is inevitable between dancers. Besides this, a high level of understanding between the two is crucial, making eye contact indispensable.

Lin Chen had never encountered a dance partner like this before. Jiang Ling's large eyes seemed to hold a world within them, always drawing one in and reminding them of pleasant memories—memories that actually only occurred a few days ago.

This was Lin Chen's first encounter with Jiang Ling.

Lin Chen sat quietly on a rock on the beach, drawing board in one hand and pencil in the other, moving across the paper. What appeared on the paper was not the beautiful sea, but a stunningly beautiful young woman. In fact, this young woman should be called a beautiful girl, if it weren't for the little boy next to her calling her "Mom"

.

The young woman stood a few meters away on the beach. Judging by her appearance alone, she looked to be no more than twenty-four or twenty-five years old. She was tall and slender, wearing a snow-white dress that revealed a large expanse of fair and delicate skin. What captivated Lin Chen most was her breathtakingly beautiful face. The faint smile on her lips was so fresh and pure, like a fairy from a painting, untouched by the world. The vast ocean, such a magnificent scene, was instantly overshadowed by her.

Chapter Two: Wrong Time, Wrong Place, Wrong Love. Last time, we talked about the past that Lin Chen and Jiang Ling vaguely remembered during rehearsals. This time, we continue.

A young woman, barefoot and carrying a pair of seemingly expensive crystal high heels in each hand, strolled lightly on the beach. She seemed to have noticed Lin Chen's gaze, but having been subjected to such stares for so many years, she was already used to it. She was a little curious; was this healthy-looking, sunny young man on the rock painting a portrait of himself? Heh, how long had it been since she'd had anything so romantic since marrying her husband, Chen Dong? He probably thought of himself as a single girl.

In the distance, more than a dozen children were playing freely in the shallow water, including her beloved son, Xin Xin. The sunlight shimmered on the sea, creating a beautiful, sparkling scene.

Lin Chen is twenty-three years old this year. Painting is also one of his hobbies. He passed the assessment with excellent performance and is about to become a dancer and staff member in the office of the Shanghai Cultural Palace. This time, he came to Shanghai with the team led by the office director, Lao Wang, to prepare for his job at the Cultural Palace.

In the afternoon, bored at the hotel, he borrowed a car and went to the seaside. There he met a stunning young woman in white. Oh no, perhaps in Lin Chen's heart she will always be a girl.

This unfamiliar young woman had an indescribable charm in every gesture. She was elegant, composed, and even had a touch of nonchalant coquettishness. He was wholeheartedly capturing this beauty, wanting to present it all on the paper.

"Help!"

Just as he was thinking, a series of urgent cries for help came from afar.

Something was wrong! Thirty meters away in the lake, a man was struggling in the deep water, shouting for help. His friends, who had been playing with him, had fled back to shore in panic, yelling and screaming, but none dared to go back to rescue him.

"Xin Xin, don't panic, Mommy's coming!"

A young woman in white in the distance was startled, but didn't hesitate. She quickly rushed into the water and swam towards the boy. It was clear she was a good swimmer; her fair, delicate arms swung rhythmically in the water, and her slender legs, like a fish tail, calmly and effortlessly pounded the surface. Her legs, though seemingly beautiful, were surprisingly powerful, like those of a legendary mermaid.

Lin Chen, who was also there, quickly took off his underwear and rushed over, joining the young woman in white to help the boy named Xin Xin escape his predicament. At that moment, he had no other thoughts in his mind.

Although Xin Xin was panicked and confused in the water, he was still relatively clear-headed. Realizing that he could not swim back to the beach, he desperately kicked the water to try to surface, but his right leg was cramping more and more, and even the slightest movement would cause excruciating pain. His body was spinning in the lake, and his situation was already precarious.

The young woman in white was faster and swam to Xin Xin's side as quickly as possible. Xin Xin seemed to be delirious at this time and could not move at all. He could only hold on to her arm tightly.

The young woman in white struggled to keep Xin Xin afloat, trying to keep his head above water. But as she prepared to swim back, something soft unexpectedly entangled her right leg. The more she struggled, the tighter it became. The woman panicked, and the situation quickly turned against her. In the blink of an eye, she was struggling to keep up.

At that moment, Lin Chen finally swam to their side and, without a word, snatched the little boy from the woman's arms. He grabbed his arm and kicked his legs to swim back. The woman was relieved to see her son rescued. With only one leg and two arms, she was able to maintain buoyancy for the time being.

After rescuing Xinxin, Lin Chen glanced back at the crowd on the beach. Seeing that no one dared to help the young woman, he could only swim back into the sea. By this time, the young woman in white was gradually exhausting her strength and her body was beginning to sink slightly. When Lin Chen swam to her side, his heart finally settled. He took a deep breath and slowly sank into the lake. He gently grasped the young woman's rounded ankle with his left hand and carefully pried the foreign object off her foot. After surfacing, Lin Chen quickly grabbed the young woman's slender waist and swam back with her.

At this moment, the two bodies were tightly embraced. The young woman's thin white dress, soaked by seawater, clung tightly to her body, making her practically naked. Lin Chen tried to clear his mind of distractions and focus on his waving arms to drive away the chaotic thoughts that were flooding his mind. But gradually, his arms also became a little weak, and his center of gravity involuntarily shifted upwards, eventually pressing down on those two full, trembling white breasts.

The young woman realized her predicament, her fair face flushing crimson. She bit her lip, twisting her body in the lake, trying to struggle, but the rescue had left her weak and exhausted, unable to muster any strength. Finally, she gave up, accepting the arm's presence. To her memory, this was the first time a strange man had touched her like this, outside of work.

Feeling the soft, erect member beneath his arm, Lin Chen's breathing became somewhat unsteady. Even in the cool water, he could feel the warmth emanating from the woman's flushed face. Their bodies inevitably rubbed against each other in the water, causing him to lose control, his erection suddenly rising.

He couldn't take advantage of her.

Lin Chen thought weakly to himself, his handsome face already flushed red.

Fortunately, they weren't too far from the beach, so Lin Chen managed to hold back. After the two got ashore, the onlookers scattered like sparrows. The young woman, feeling sorry for her son, blushed and hurriedly ran to Xin Xin, who was coughing incessantly, after saying thank you. She forgot to cover up the two prominent nipples on her high chest.

"Snap out of it!"

His thoughts were pulled back from the beach. The young woman in white was Jiang Ling. She hadn't changed her appearance, except that she was now wearing a tight-fitting dance costume instead of white. At this moment, Jiang Ling was blushing and glaring at Lin Chen reproachfully, quite similar to the time he rescued someone from the sea.

Meanwhile, in Lin Chen's dormitory, I couldn't wait to open this strange diary.

My diary entries are actually quite short, sometimes just a single sentence.

On February 27th, I met the woman I love most in my life, dressed in white. When I rescued her from the sea, I will never forget the feeling of holding her in my arms.

On March 1st, I officially started working at the Cultural Palace. I ran into her again, and she immediately recognized me. She told me her full name and, intentionally or unintentionally, mentioned her husband and son several times in front of me. Jiang Ling, this beautiful woman, was already married. Her husband was a local entrepreneur, and her son was also wonderful. I envied their family of three.

I understood that her mentioning her husband and son meant that I shouldn't waste my time on her; she was a married woman. But this couldn't stop my infatuation with her. Some say love transcends borders and everything else, but can it also transcend ethics? I had no intention of breaking up someone else's family, but I couldn't control my feelings.

On March 2nd, the workplace announced that the stage director of "Swan Lake" was considering casting and accepting applications. Both she and I applied for auditions.

On March 3rd, I received notification that the cast list was confirmed, and the lead roles were played by Jiang Ling and me! I was overjoyed.

I have a strong dance background, and until she accepted me as her dance partner, I worked hard and finally earned her approval.

Her eyes possessed the unique gentleness of a woman from Suzhou and Hangzhou. Whenever we danced together and our eyes met, I couldn't help but be deeply captivated, unable to extricate myself! On March 10th, I finally made up my mind to pursue her relentlessly. Ignoring her family, I tried to meet her, sending her flowers, but she repeatedly refused, solemnly telling me that a relationship between us was impossible.

On March 11th, I didn't give up. I knew she appreciated me; our chemistry was perfect, our coordination was flawless, and I knew she was very satisfied with me as her dance partner.

Besides being able to hug her while dancing, I could also be with her on the bus, which was enough for me.

On April 2nd, we rehearsed diligently. Over the weekend, she even asked me to practice dancing with her. Our rendition of "Swan Lake" was already perfect, but I tirelessly danced it with her again and again. I love her, and I'd be willing to watch her like this for the rest of my life. I always silently observed her. One day, I overheard her son, Xinxin, chatting and gradually learned that Lingling's husband was very busy and would rather sleep in on weekends than take Lingling to school. Suddenly, I had a realization: perhaps Lingling was willing to spend time with me. Even though I was a substitute for her husband, at least I was present in her life, and that was enough! On April 3rd, I regained my confidence, but I didn't continue my reckless pursuit. I continued to immerse myself in our eye contact until she blushed and looked away, prompting her shy murmur, "You don't have to be so into dancing."

She seemed to sense my change in attitude; her gaze was complex, confused, and slightly unfocused, with a hint of understanding. When I felt her gaze return to her, she calmly turned her head away.

Our dance coordination became increasingly seamless; the leader even said we had a chance to compete for the national championship, which made me very happy.

On April 15th, I arrived in Hong Kong to officially prepare for the competition.

The impact of "Swan Lake" was extraordinary. As the song ended, applause erupted. She gripped my hand tightly, awaiting the judges' score. When the high score of 9.71 appeared on the big screen, we turned to look at each other, seeing the excitement, even tears, in each other's eyes.

On April 16th, we had a small celebration at the hotel, just the two of us.

I don't know if she was drunk, but when I carried her back to the room, I could feel how strong she was.

I didn't go back to my own room; I put her on her bed and lay down myself.

I reached out and embraced her, turning my head to look at her beautiful face. Fueled by the alcohol, I kissed her. Her eyelashes trembled; she was awake! Emboldened by my newfound strength, I held her tighter, feeling her trembling body, and kissed her passionately. My tongue pried open her clenched teeth, and finally, our tongues intertwined.

She didn't cooperate, but she didn't resist either, letting me kiss her pretty face, pink lips, and fragrant tongue. After what seemed like an eternity, I moved one hand up her waist, attempting to possess her towering breasts. Just as I touched them, she slapped my hand away. She opened her beautiful eyes and glanced at me, then quickly closed them again, saying in a barely audible voice, "Not there..."

I knew this was the limit she could endure, but I was very satisfied. That night, we held each other like that and fell asleep in each other's arms.

The diary entry ends here, but there are still some photos at the end. I quickly flipped through them; most were photos of my mother and Lin Chen traveling together. The two looked very close in the photos, like a couple in love. My mother was wearing the crystal high heels my father gave her, a short skirt, and stockings. In the photos, she looked like a beautiful princess, not at all like a mother.

There was also a last photo of the two kissing. My mother's eyes were closed in the photo, so Lin Chen must have taken it secretly.

After reading Lin Chen's diary, my heart was filled with mixed emotions. The last time I went to the beach with my mother, I almost drowned. In a daze, someone pulled me ashore. At the time, I had water in my chest and was coughing violently. I didn't notice the person next to me. When I recovered, I was told that the person who saved me had already left. Now, thinking back to the situation, that person's figure does look a lot like Lin Chen. But if I remember correctly, my mother was also saved by that person. So why didn't my mother mention this to me? Did she not want me to know about Lin Chen? Considering my mother's awkwardness when Lin Chen was mentioned a few days ago, I began to have doubts.

Lin Chen's love is profound, even flawless. If it weren't for my mother, I think I would definitely support him. But this is destined to lead to a fruitless illicit affair, so I must stop it.

After returning home, I thought about it for a long time. I went to the street and asked someone to make a duplicate SIM card. My phone is dual-SIM, so I had one for myself and one for my mother.

They can't continue like this; I have to find a way to stop it.

The only saving grace is that my mother is still relatively rational. In fact, deep down, I feel that the reason she allowed Lin Chen to kiss her during her trip to Hong Kong was entirely to repay him for saving us.

My mother's good self-control gives me some peace of mind, but to stop them from taking things further and to detect any signs of infidelity as soon as possible, the only thing I can do is spy on her privately by making a SIM card. I silently apologized and clenched my fists.

It's been a week since the competition ended, and speaking of the competition, I can't forget the celebration party my father threw for my mother.

Besides the celebration at her workplace, there was also a celebration my father held for my mother. That night, my father also invited my mother's dance partner, Lin Chen. This was the first time my father had met Lin Chen, and there wasn't the tension I had expected. The two greeted each other amicably, and it seems Lin Chen has been very successful in suppressing her feelings.

"Thanks to you for the trip to Hong Kong, Lingling,"

Dad said, raising a glass to Lin Chen.

The toast was just the beginning; they drank themselves into a stupor. Even I was allowed a little alcohol—a thirteen-year-old's first time drinking, and I got drunk almost instantly. Luckily, I didn't drink much.

The dinner, which started at 9 pm, soon turned into the hotel closing time. All three seemed quite sober. Dad was completely drunk, Mom was next, and Lin Chen was a little better but still couldn't walk. I had to book three rooms at the hotel's housekeeping department, and, still half-asleep, I helped them into their rooms before going to bed myself.

If I remember correctly, my room number was 318, my parents' was 318, and Lin Chen's was 317. I had just finished showering when I heard my mother's voice coming from next door. Apparently, the soundproofing in this hotel was terrible; I heard almost every word she said.

"Gently, um, oh… that's it, don't push any further in, it hurts!"

Her voice was thick with intoxication and seductive allure.

The ordeal lasted a very long time. I don't know when Dad woke up, even though he was clearly drunk, and he still had so much energy. I listened from my bed next door for a while, my eyelids drooping, and I eventually drifted off to sleep.

I woke up in the morning to the sounds of lovemaking next door. Mom was moaning unrestrainedly again.

"Oh, oh, Chen Dong, how come you're so amazing today! You've reached the bottom, don't push any further, it hurts a little!"

Mom excitedly called out Dad's name.

For some reason, after Mom said that, their lovemaking suddenly stopped. I was a little confused and was about to press my ear against the wall to listen when Mom's voice came again.

"You...don't stop, don't keep me in suspense, I'm so upset."

"Lingling, I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Dad's voice sounded a little off, perhaps because he was drinking and there was a wall between them; his voice wasn't very clear.

"Come on, come on, hurry up!"

Mom screamed, "Just this once, just this once!"

I didn't know what Mom meant by "just this once

," but for some reason, I seemed to hear a sense of pain, entanglement, and helplessness in her voice, and my heart felt like it was being lifted.

...Besides that, it was mostly just moaning and groaning, which lasted for quite a while.

Dad seemed to still have a hangover, and his voice was a little deep. He kept calling out, "I'm here, I'm here, Lingling!" The creaking of the bed continued for a long time, and I couldn't fall asleep anymore. I could only wash up and wait for them to finish so we could go have breakfast together.

(III) The Madness of Tranquility Time rewinds to last night: Lin Chen felt dizzy and lightheaded, the alcohol rushing wildly to his head, his eyes were almost closed, and even if he did, it wouldn't help, everything he saw was blurry and incomprehensible. He didn't know who was helping him to the door, it felt like a hotel staff member. Because he wasn't very strong, he opened the door and pushed it open, leaving Lin Chen at the door and hurriedly running downstairs, his footsteps were very fast, as if he was going to pick someone up. "Whatever, I can thank him tomorrow."

Lin Chen casually closed the door, did not turn on the light, and went straight to the bed. There was a woman lying on the bed, Lin Chen thought she should be a hotel prostitute.

Hehe, Lin Chen chuckled foolishly, drunk, thinking to himself that Chen Dong was not bad. He had booked a room for him and even brought a prostitute. It seemed that he really wanted to be friends with him. Didn't he realize that he liked his wife? Lin Chen was now under the influence of alcohol, and a wave of nausea made him restless. He didn't care about anything else. He first stripped naked, lay down on the bed without taking a shower, and casually moved the woman's body over, gently stroking her body with his right hand.

The woman was curled up and motionless, seemingly fast asleep. Lin Chen, drunk and unable to see clearly, simply closed his eyes and leaned down beside her. He first straightened her bent thighs, then casually touched them a couple of times. Her legs felt wonderful in stockings, slender and long. He recalled how, at the banquet tonight, when Jiang Ling stood up to toast him, he had caught a glimpse of her straight, fair legs beneath her knee-length dress—slender, well-proportioned, and, yes, she seemed to be wearing stockings too.

Jiang Ling's beauty was beyond imagination, especially tonight. She was still wearing that rather ordinary white dress, her angelic face with its delicate white skin, slightly upturned nose, and arched eyebrows, was breathtaking. However, her large, crystal-like eyes were fixed on her husband with unwavering affection. Yes, her gaze was full of adoration, but not on him. Lin Chen felt a pang of pain and shook his head, trying to clear his mind.

A Disney-style Swarovski Sleeping Beauty necklace adorned her long neck. Her proud breasts, slightly upturned hips, and a height of about 1.7 meters made her and her family quite a sight when they appeared at the entrance of Qiao Hong International.

Shaking his head vigorously again, Lin Chen continued

his movements beneath the "lady. "

He reached up and felt for a dress. What style? He couldn't quite place it, but the length was just right, knee-length.

She also wore a necklace. Heh heh, these days, ladies certainly have plenty of spare cash.

Ignoring his thoughts, Lin Chen unbuttoned all the woman's clothes. As he pulled down her dress, he gently tugged it, revealing half of her fair, smooth skin.

The woman's upper body skin was translucent and fair. After unhooking her bra, Lin Chen gazed at her large, firm, and towering breasts, feeling that they were no less impressive in size than those of his beloved Jiang Ling. Lin Chen's desire was instantly aroused; the effects of the alcohol vanished without a trace, leaving only the most primal urges.

He lifted the woman's legs, pulled down her lace panties, and finally stripped her completely naked, presenting herself to Lin Chen. Gently caressing her soft, delicate, and elastic body, Lin Chen felt his blood rushing through his veins, his body burning, and his breathing becoming rapid.

Perhaps he could mistake this woman for Jiang Ling, Lin Chen thought silently. The woman's hair obscured her pretty face; Lin Chen neither lifted it nor wanted to. He could simply treat the woman beneath him as the one in his heart, and spending this wonderful night together wouldn't be bad.

The woman struggled slightly beneath Lin Chen, seemingly wanting to turn over, but perhaps finding herself unable to move, she simply fell asleep again.

Lin Chen's hands clumsily grasped her full breasts, playing with them, and he lowered his head to suckle a rosy nipple.

With a soft moan, the sleeping woman seemed to react, her breathing becoming somewhat rapid with his movements.

Unable to restrain himself any longer, Lin Chen gently parted the woman's slender legs, then, guiding his erection, carefully searched for the right spot and began his tentative advance.

The woman's vulva was very clean, with only a few drops of nectar; the petals were pink. Lin Chen guessed that she was probably a newcomer to the industry.

Having just started working, Lin Chen was still a complete virgin, utterly inexperienced in sex. Now, this crucial step in his life was before him, and he couldn't afford to make a mistake. His only regret was that he, too, couldn't escape the fate of losing his virginity to a prostitute.

Undeterred by his initial failure, Lin Chen persisted, repeatedly exploring the muddy grass. When his thick, long member met the tight flower bud, he could only cautiously knock on the door. The "lady" beneath him

seemed to be adjusting her position intentionally or unintentionally.

Finally, with a soft cry like a nightingale's song, Lin Chen achieved his goal. His member successfully entered the pink jade gate, then plunged in, causing the woman beneath him to let out a soft cry. The woman's place was warm, soft, and slippery, tightly enveloping his member. The first time his member entered the world, he encountered such a exquisite flower bud.

Their bodies were perfectly intertwined. In the tight embrace of the other, he moved forcefully, thrusting in and out. As he did so, the woman beneath him gradually became aroused as well. Lin Chen's low growls and the woman's soft moans intertwined like a magnificent melody. The hotel bed, seemingly not knowing what to do, began to creak and sway rhythmically to this moving symphony. The woman closed her eyes and gently placed her hands on Lin Chen's chest, unconsciously panting softly.

Lin Chen's thrusts gradually quickened, his rhythm becoming increasingly adept, causing the woman beneath him to begin moaning sweetly. Her cries weren't loud or wanton, but rather gentle and restrained, much like the women of Suzhou and Hangzhou, showcasing their demure beauty to the fullest. The two became entangled, climbing one sexual climax after another, seemingly forgetting everything around them, leaving only the man's unrestrained thrusts and the woman's restrained moans.

He didn't know when the woman's sounds stopped. Lin Chen, reaching his climax, trembled uncontrollably, pressing firmly against the woman's slightly raised vulva. His first ejaculation, like a tidal wave, was sent into the woman's body through his thick penis, wave after wave, continuing for a long time.

Lin Chen and the woman held hands, their fingers intertwined, for a long time until he ejaculated.

The woman was panting heavily, but deeply sleepy, and didn't open her eyes from the beginning until her climax. Lin Chen, however, was still unsatisfied, savoring the wonderful feeling of his orgasm. After a while, the woman was already fast asleep in Lin Chen's arms. Holding her, Lin Chen thought that although she was a prostitute, she was also his first woman, and boundless tenderness welled up in his heart. After a caress, he also fell into a deep sleep.

Outside the window, the moon hung like a hook, and the night was like a tide, as if whispering about their first encounter in the sea.

That night, Jiang Ling had a dream. The man in the dream was not her husband, Chen Dong, but Lin Chen, the sunny young man who had once saved her life.

The two returned to the sea where they first met. Lin Chen held her close, waves crashing against their embrace. They drifted with the current, the vigorous young man's breathing quickening. Her proud breasts pressed against his chest, swaying and rubbing against him with the waves. He seemed to be losing control; his manhood finally rose, pressing against her private parts.

Adhering to the principle of not entering one's own home, he thrust wildly against her vulva, but to no avail.

It was she who, however, lost her composure under his thrusts.

There were no whispered murmurs, no soft rejections. Jiang Ling calmly embraced the sunny young man, watching him sweat profusely, willingly accompanying him as he drifted in the sea.

"Mmm,"

she couldn't help but let out a soft moan, like a nightingale's cry, startled by a sudden heat rising within her. She realized something was wrong; instantly, her husband, Xin Xin, and family flashed through her mind, a wave of fear washing over her. She jolted awake. "Huh?"

It was just a dream. The man on top of her was her husband, wasn't he? Jiang Ling glanced quickly, then hurriedly closed her eyes again, terrified that her husband... Noticing something, a wave of shame washed over her. She quickly banished the distracting thoughts and focused on feeling her husband's thrusts. The heat within her seemed slightly greater than usual; perhaps it was because her husband had drunk too much. She'd heard her best friend, Su Ye, say that alcohol could enhance a man's sexual performance, and it seemed to be true. Maybe she should keep some liquor at home. She quite liked this feeling of fullness, Jiang Ling thought shyly to herself.

Her "husband," now drunk

, seemed much more vigorous than usual, even ejaculating more during orgasms. Jiang Ling felt a surge of joy and tried her best to cooperate with her "husband."

Outside the window, the crescent moon peeked out from behind the clouds, like a shy, bashful woman, gently illuminating room 319 of the Qiao Hong International Hotel.

On the bed, a pair of lovers, tightly entwined,

were engaged in a fierce sexual tug-of-war. A pair of men's leather shoes and a pair of crystal high heels lay scattered under the bed, while men's clothes and women's dresses and underwear were carelessly laid out on the sofa and floor, making the room appear somewhat messy.

Meanwhile, in room 317, deafening snoring filled the air. Lying on the bed was a successful businessman in his thirties. Due to excessive work during the day, handling everything personally, and drinking in the evening, his snoring was severe. His beautiful wife had complained to him about the snoring several times.

The curtains in the room were tightly closed, and the moonlight streaming in from outside seemed to ignore him. He turned over in his sleep, his brow furrowed, as if something unpleasant was haunting him in his dream. He

didn't know how much time had passed, but even the crescent moon seemed to have grown sleepy and disappeared. The two people on the large bed in room 319 finally reached the climax, embracing each other tightly, savoring the pleasure of their orgasm. A drop of thick fluid was squeezed from the woman's tender pink vulva, dripping onto the white sheets.

(IV) A Second Blossom, But No End in Sight Early in the morning, before dawn, Lin Chen had already woken up, embracing a soft and fragrant body. Having just experienced a passionate lovemaking session the night before, he was drawn to the woman's bare back. One hand caressed her back, while the other reached between her legs to her secret place.

The woman was still groping in her sleep. Her vagina, still wet from Lin Chen's ejaculation the night before, was moist again after his caresses. With her back to Lin Chen, she pressed her buttocks against his genitals. Lin Chen simply guided his thick member from behind and entered smoothly. Then, he rolled over and began to move on her back.

Having learned from last night's experience, Lin Chen was much more relaxed this time. He reached out and grasped the woman's alluring breasts, kneading them incessantly. His lips kissed her neck repeatedly, while his lower body continued its relentless thrusting, pushing his massive member deep inside until it met a soft wall of flesh, unable to advance any further. The woman's pink vulva completely enveloped his penis. He gently pumped in and out, careful not to hurt her when she wasn't yet fully aroused. He was so tender, showing such love

even to a "prostitute." The woman was awakened at this moment, humming and moaning softly. Lin Chen, who had sobered up that morning, thought the sound seemed familiar, but he was too caught up in the moment to care. He secretly quickened his pace, straddling the woman's back like a charging chariot, slapping against her snow-white buttocks. The woman's passion came a little late, but the reaction was intense. Her slender legs trembled as she kicked the blanket off the bed, almost throwing Lin Chen off her back. Lin Chen, on the other hand, became more and more vigorous, his penis thrusting wildly inside the woman. The woman's vagina was actually very tight; if he hadn't ejaculated a lot of "lubricant" inside her the night before , it would have been quite difficult to thrust so quickly inside her. A beautiful necklace was fluttering in rhythm with the two of them. Wait a minute, this necklace looks familiar. If I remember correctly, Jiang Ling wore a similar necklace last night. Lin Chen rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked closely. Yes, it was the Disney-style Swarovski Sleeping Beauty necklace, exactly the same. Could it be? No way… Lin Chen's heart pounded. After all, fantasizing was one thing, but if it became real, regardless of whether Chen Dong could accept it, even his beloved couldn't accept it! Lin Chen slowed down slightly, preparing to reach out and brush aside the woman's messy hair, turning his head to look at her face. "Oh, oh, Chen Dong, how come you're so amazing today! You've already reached the bottom, don't push any further, it hurts a little!" The voice was gentle and charming, yet it exploded in Lin Chen's ears like a thunderclap. He was dumbfounded, his body instantly stiffening. Now there was no need to even look; this woman was indeed Jiang Ling, without a doubt, without a doubt. Lin Chen hurriedly stopped everything, lay down on Jiang Ling's jade-like back, and reached out to brush aside Jiang Ling's beautiful hair. At this moment, Jiang Ling's pretty face was flushed, she was biting her thin lips, her eyes were closed, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her fair and delicate skin was covered with fine and clear beads of sweat. She was still in a state of extreme excitement and did not know that she was trying to lift her buttocks upwards. She felt her husband on her back suddenly stop moving and was about to turn around to see what was going on when a familiar face suddenly came into view. Although he already knew that the woman beneath him was the beautiful Jiang Ling he had been longing for, seeing her again in this setting still shocked Lin Chen. Their bodies were tightly connected, and Lin Chen could even feel the layers of flesh inside Jiang Ling's flower clinging tightly to his huge penis, tighter and tighter. Her full breasts were still in his hands, doing the most intimate things that only husband and wife could do. The dream of last night turned into reality overnight, and the shock of it left Lin Chen speechless.

Even more shocked was Jiang Ling. Our beautiful Jiang was completely immersed in the pleasure of sex just a second ago, but the next second her pupils dilated in shock. Lin Chen! The person she was having sex with was Lin Chen, and the thick thing inside her vagina was also Lin Chen's. His left hand was holding hers... and last night... Jiang Ling closed her eyes and shook her head vigorously, making sure this wasn't a dream. It took Jiang Ling a long time to recognize the man in front of her. My God, it really was Lin Chen! Perhaps God isn't fair to everyone. While bestowing upon Jiang Ling the beauty that should have made her shy, He also gave her extraordinary calmness and wisdom.

She remembered Xin Xin taking her back to her room last night, and recalling the sound of the door opening she seemed to hear in her sleep. She quickly guessed what had happened. In other words, it was a misunderstanding. Xin Xin, her precious son, had mistaken her room after getting drunk and brought Lin Chen to her room! Thinking of this, Jiang Ling gritted her teeth. It was all Chen Dong's fault for letting Xin Xin drink! What to do now? Jiang Ling's mind raced, and she managed to come up with a solution, especially since there was this stupid, statue-like man on top of her, and that disgusting thing was still inside her... Ugh, no, that stinky thing was still swollen, so swollen and full... There was no crying or screaming, no apologies, no panicked attempts to escape, nothing... nothing at all. The room was quiet and still, except for the occasional rapid breathing, so stuffy it was hard to breathe.

Finally, a faint, mosquito-like warbling broke the silence.

"Move a little."

"Huh?"

At this moment, Lin Chen was a little dumbfounded, a far cry from his usual sunny, boyish image.

She opened her misty eyes and whispered, "You bad boy, don't stop, don't keep me in suspense, I'm so sad."

Her beautiful voice was like sunlight sweeping across the snow, melting the statue in Lin Chen's heart, and Lin Chen finally came back to his senses.

"I'm sorry, I... I don't know,"

Lin Chen leaned against Jiang Ling's beautiful back again, his mouth close to her ear.

"Don't say it... um... um, you're not allowed to say it now!"

Jiang Ling gave a command for the first time, sounding full of reproach, almost like she was being coquettish.

"She's running away from reality,"

Lin Chen sighed inwardly, not daring to say it aloud. He saw Jiang Ling's beautiful appearance with tears streaming down her face, her eyes tightly closed as if calm and composed, but her trembling eyelashes betrayed her inner turmoil.

His penis swelled with desire, and Lin Chen, temporarily setting aside everything, lay on top of Jiang Ling and began to thrust. Even the beautiful Jiang was captivatingly charming when nervous; even her flower-like opening, which seemed to drain a man's life force, was incredibly alluring. The walls of her vagina contracted, as if welcoming a new master back to the nest. Her opening tightly held this new master, whom she had only met twice before. Compared to her previous master, this one seemed even thicker and harder.

Even the two large breasts in her palms bounced and danced joyfully to Lin Chen's rhythm, as if throwing a grand welcome party for the new master of this body.

Jiang Ling lay on the bed, panting heavily. Her breath was like musk and orchids, fragrant and pleasant, lingering around Lin Chen, making him unable to control himself.

As if something had suddenly descended, Jiang Ling abruptly grabbed a pillow, burying her head under it. A suppressed groan then came from beneath the pillow.

At that moment, Lin Chen was like a wild horse, charging wildly at Jiang Ling, his voice hoarse and hoarse: "Lingling, I'm coming! I'm coming!" Come

on, come on! Jiang Ling screamed, "Just this once, just this once!"

Her vagina tightened again, and a gush of love juice spurted out, splashing onto Lin Chen's penis. Lin Chen could no longer hold back and thrust into the depths of the beautiful Jiang's body with all his might. His scrotum trembled against her vulva, and semen shot into her vagina in spurts, wave after wave, with his still incredibly hard penis.

Lin Chen hugged Jiang Ling from behind, and the two remained in that position, feeling as if they were in the clouds, fully enjoying their orgasms.

It seemed like a long time had passed before Jiang Ling slowly sighed and said softly, "You've ruined me. I have no face to live with now."

Lin Chen didn't know what to say, so he simply remained silent.

Jiang Ling seemed tired of lying down and wanted to change positions, but unfortunately, that annoying thing was still inside her. She wanted to urge Lin Chen, but didn't know how to say it. After hesitating for a long time, she finally said,

"I'm done, you..."

"Hmm,"

Lin Chen replied absentmindedly. He passionately stroked the beauty beneath him, his heart filled with endless emotions. This alluring body, white with a hint of pink, he feared he would never have the chance to compete with her again.

"My husband should be sleeping next door, I think I heard him snoring!"

Jiang Lingzhang turned her head, blushing as she stared at Lin Chen, and raised her hand to punch him. "Haven't you finished yet? How much is it? Hurry up! He's about to wake up!... Mmm..."

"Almost there, Lingling, almost done."

Lin Chen couldn't resist the temptation and gently lifted his hips for the final thrust, chasing after Jiang Ling's evasive lips, trying his best to push his dragon into the deepest part of Jiang Ling's narrow and tender vagina. His dragon mouth sprayed thick semen against the inner wall of her uterus. The pure uterus welcomed the fresh juices of the new lover twice in one night. The era of the old master's exclusive possession was gone forever.

"Lingling, cooperate a bit."

"Mmm, hurry up, it's gotten bigger again."

Jiang Ling sensed something

was wrong; the man on top of her seemed determined to keep going until he reached Loulan. She quickly lifted her buttocks and moved in rhythm with Lin Chen, cooperating with him for the final sprint. A series of soft moans and gasps filled the air as Lin Chen finally collapsed onto Jiang Ling. His thick, long penis gradually shrank and slid out of the beauty's jade cave, clinging tightly to her tender private parts. It seemed like two newly acquainted friends didn't want to separate so soon. Jiang Ling's long legs parted slightly, and thick, white semen flowed from her vulva. Her lower body felt as if it had been cleansed, wet and reeking of Lin Chen's scent.

After a night of abundant rain and dew, Jiang Ling's beautiful face appeared even more stunning. Her long eyelashes trembled, and a string of glistening tears, like shattered jade, streamed down her jade-like face.

She still cried; no matter how calm and intelligent she was, she was still a woman.

My mother, Jiang Ling, was a renowned beauty. I'd occasionally heard her talk about how countless men pursued her when she was unmarried. Only after marrying my father did her life gradually become more ordinary. As she spoke, her captivating eyes couldn't help but glance in my mother's direction. These were things my mother mentioned when she lamented getting old. However, in my eyes, I couldn't see any trace of time on my mother. She was still so beautiful, so young, with a slightly upturned nose, delicate and rosy lips, and almond-shaped eyes that were particularly charming when she blinked. Especially when my mother looked up at me with her pretty face, the way she looked like she had just been kissed made me want to give her a kiss.

My mother is actually quite tall, but my father and I are both over 1.8 meters tall, so when she doesn't wear high heels, she usually has to look up at us. Because of this height advantage, I can sometimes see a patch of white skin on her chest when I'm at home. Her two snow-white breasts, squeezed by her bra, create a deep cleavage. When I get close, her breath touches my face—a fresh and cheerful scent, without a trace of age.

My mother's breasts are on the larger side, which is actually one of the problems that bothers her, because she studied dance and is now a full-time dance teacher at the cultural center. Large breasts make her dance movements more difficult.

Every morning, my family goes to school or goes to work. My dad's workplace is to the east, while my mom and I walk west to the bus stop to catch the number 10 bus. My school is the third stop, while my mom's is the last. There are very few people on the number 10 bus to the Cultural Palace, so usually, my mom is the only one left at the last stop in the morning.

When we part at the door, my mom will tiptoe and kiss my dad. My mom's legs are long and straight, and at that moment, the morning sunlight streams in, making their beauty seem sacred and inviolable.

I'm very happy on my way to school. My mom holds my hand, and because of her height, she looks a little petite and delicate.

There were quite a few perverts on the bus, and my mother would lean slightly against me. Occasionally, when the bus braked, she would press against me, her large breasts against my chest, and we would embrace, our bodies pressed tightly together. To onlookers, we looked like a couple deeply in love.

Recently, when my mother talked to me about these topics again, she would occasionally mention her new colleagues. One of them, named Lin Chen, was mentioned most often. It turned out that the Cultural Palace had recently hired a batch of young people, and Lin Chen was one of them. I didn't pay much attention and continued talking to my mother about other things, not noticing the blush and barely concealed shyness on her face when she talked about Lin Chen.

I first met Lin Chen on the No. 10 bus. He was surprised to see his mother at the station and blurted out, "Lingling, so you take this bus too?"

Called Lingling, his mother's face flushed pink. She glared at Lin Chen but didn't say anything or refuse.

"Is this your son?"

Lin Chen seemed to sense a hint of embarrassment.

"Yes, his name is Xinxin,"

his mother answered, tilting her head up to him, her face still flushed, like a pear blossom in the rain. Lin Chen was momentarily speechless. Seeing him staring blankly at her, his mother lightly tapped him, her face still red, "Don't be like that when you're dancing! Stop daydreaming!" She then

turned her head away, blushing.

After chatting with Lin Chen for a while, I learned that Lin Chen was my mother's new dance partner. The Cultural Palace was preparing to participate in an international dance competition, and my mother and Lin Chen had prepared a piece called "Swan Lake," which they were rehearsing intensively these days.

Soon, we arrived at school. Lin Chen and my mother stood together and waved to me. At first glance, Lin Chen had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes; he was indeed a handsome guy. Standing next to my mother... well, although my mother looked like a 20-year-old girl, she was actually 33 years old. Where did the word "matched" come from?

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but ever since then, my mother seems to pay more attention to her appearance. I tried to ask her about it, but she explained that it was because of the needs of the dance troupe. "Swan Lake is very important, and I must win an award. This dance is also very demanding in terms of the performers' physical appearance, so we chose Chenchen and me."

"Chenchen?"

I asked, puzzled. "Oh, that's Lin Chen,"

my mother explained, blushing slightly. Her pretty face was flushed, and she looked at me with a slightly evasive gaze. "We usually call each other by our nicknames

," I said, relieved.

Today is the weekend, and school is having extra classes. Mom also needs to go to the cultural center for dance rehearsals. Dad doesn't have to work, but he's staying in bed sleeping in and refuses to drive us. So

, Mom and I have no choice but to take the bus. There are a lot of people out and about on Saturdays, and the bus is packed. Mom and I have to separate. Mom went to the door to pay the fare, and I lined up at the back to get on the bus. Lin Chen, who was behind us, saw us and first pulled me onto the bus through the crowd. Then, he struggled to squeeze to the front to help Mom get on as well. We wanted to stand together, but because there were so many people, Lin Chen and Mom couldn't squeeze to the back after getting on the bus, so they had to give up.

I saw my mother nestled in Lin Chen's arms from behind, each holding a wristband. They were swaying back and forth in the crowd, finally reaching school. I hurriedly got off the bus, turned back to wave to my mother and Lin Chen, and thanked Lin Chen.

I turned back towards school. The bus behind me slowly started moving. Jiang Ling quietly lowered her hand from the wristband and placed it on Lin Chen's neck.

They embraced, their breaths mingling. Lin Chen held Jiang Ling tightly around the waist with one hand, while using the other to maintain his balance on the wristband.

Time flew by; the preliminary rounds of the dance competition were about to begin in Hong Kong.

The night before leaving, Mom packed a large suitcase. Although she was a little tired, she couldn't hide the excitement in her eyes.

"You seem very happy today, Mom."

"Really? It's so obvious?"

Mom touched her cheeks, a blush spreading across her face. "The competition is coming up, of course I'm excited!"

If I'm not mistaken, Mom also put her newly bought stockings and her beloved crystal high heels in her bag. But as far as I know, high heels aren't used in dance competitions. So who is Mom wearing stockings and high heels for? The competition lasted a week, and including preparation time, Mom stayed in Hong Kong for about 10 days. As the saying goes, a day apart feels like three autumns; when Mom returned, she seemed even more radiant. Seeing Dad waiting at the airport, she excitedly threw herself into his arms, showering him with kisses. Only after the tender moment did she realize Lin Chen had already left.

That night, Mom and Dad closed their bedroom door early, and I could pretty much guess what they were doing.

Our house isn't very soundproof, and their passion wasn't over until late at night. The creaking and shaking of the old bed sounded like a rhythmic beat, finally ending in the early hours of the morning.

My mother didn't seem to have changed much after returning home. She would occasionally mention Lin Chen during our conversations, but whenever she did, she would abruptly change the subject.

However, my mother and Lin Chen still inevitably met. My mother would blush whenever she saw Lin Chen, but since I had gotten to know him through his previous help, I thought he was a gentleman. My mother's blushing was probably because she wasn't used to being with strangers.

When the bus was less crowded, I would chat with Lin Chen. His words were full of righteousness, and over time, we became good friends.

On Sunday, I had nothing to do, so I went to the Cultural Palace with my mother. During that time, I ran into Lin Chen, and I went to his dorm with him. Soon after, it was rehearsal time, and Lin Chen and his mother went to the dance studio, leaving me alone in the dorm. Bored, I idly tugged at Lin Chen's laptop, looking at the photos he had taken from his travels. His hard drive was a full 40GB of photos, but strangely, I could only see 39GB of content. I couldn't find the remaining 1GB. I casually clicked to show hidden files, and sure enough, everyone has secrets. Even Lin Chen, who seemed healthy and sunny on the outside, had his secrets.

I opened the folder, and it asked for a password. I knew Lin Chen's birthday from our previous chats. I tried several combinations of her birthdate, but all failed. Just as I was about to give up, I unconsciously entered a familiar number: 19790311. This was my mother's birthday, and also the password my father often used at work. Surprisingly, the folder unlocked successfully. I opened the folder in disbelief, and the subfolder inside was named "Me and Lingling."

Filled with questions and unease, I hurriedly opened it. Inside was a .doc file—Lin Chen's diary! Not many people are still practicing at the Cultural Palace on weekends. Today, besides the staff working overtime, there are only two people in the dance studio who can dance. Everyone, engrossed in their work, seems oblivious to the two's unusual behavior.

Dance is a form of body language, and physical contact is inevitable between dancers. Besides this, a high level of understanding between the two is crucial, making eye contact indispensable.

Lin Chen had never encountered a dance partner like this before. Jiang Ling's large eyes seemed to hold a world within them, always drawing one in and reminding them of pleasant memories—memories that actually only occurred a few days ago.

This was Lin Chen's first encounter with Jiang Ling.

Lin Chen sat quietly on a rock on the beach, drawing board in one hand and pencil in the other, moving across the paper. What appeared on the paper was not the beautiful sea, but a stunningly beautiful young woman. In fact, this young woman should be called a beautiful girl, if it weren't for the little boy next to her calling her "Mom"

.

The young woman stood a few meters away on the beach. Judging by her appearance alone, she looked to be no more than twenty-four or twenty-five years old. She was tall and slender, wearing a snow-white dress that revealed a large expanse of fair and delicate skin. What captivated Lin Chen most was her breathtakingly beautiful face. The faint smile on her lips was so fresh and pure, like a fairy from a painting, untouched by the world. The vast ocean, such a magnificent scene, was instantly overshadowed by her.

Chapter Two: Wrong Time, Wrong Place, Wrong Love. Last time, we talked about the past that Lin Chen and Jiang Ling vaguely remembered during rehearsals. This time, we continue.

A young woman, barefoot and carrying a pair of seemingly expensive crystal high heels in each hand, strolled lightly on the beach. She seemed to have noticed Lin Chen's gaze, but having been subjected to such stares for so many years, she was already used to it. She was a little curious; was this healthy-looking, sunny young man on the rock painting a portrait of himself? Heh, how long had it been since she'd had anything so romantic since marrying her husband, Chen Dong? He probably thought of himself as a single girl.

In the distance, more than a dozen children were playing freely in the shallow water, including her beloved son, Xin Xin. The sunlight shimmered on the sea, creating a beautiful, sparkling scene.

Lin Chen is twenty-three years old this year. Painting is also one of his hobbies. He passed the assessment with excellent performance and is about to become a dancer and staff member in the office of the Shanghai Cultural Palace. This time, he came to Shanghai with the team led by the office director, Lao Wang, to prepare for his job at the Cultural Palace.

In the afternoon, bored at the hotel, he borrowed a car and went to the seaside. There he met a stunning young woman in white. Oh no, perhaps in Lin Chen's heart she will always be a girl.

This unfamiliar young woman had an indescribable charm in every gesture. She was elegant, composed, and even had a touch of nonchalant coquettishness. He was wholeheartedly capturing this beauty, wanting to present it all on the paper.

"Help!"

Just as he was thinking, a series of urgent cries for help came from afar.

Something was wrong! Thirty meters away in the lake, a man was struggling in the deep water, shouting for help. His friends, who had been playing with him, had fled back to shore in panic, yelling and screaming, but none dared to go back to rescue him.

"Xin Xin, don't panic, Mommy's coming!"

A young woman in white in the distance was startled, but didn't hesitate. She quickly rushed into the water and swam towards the boy. It was clear she was a good swimmer; her fair, delicate arms swung rhythmically in the water, and her slender legs, like a fish tail, calmly and effortlessly pounded the surface. Her legs, though seemingly beautiful, were surprisingly powerful, like those of a legendary mermaid.

Lin Chen, who was also there, quickly took off his underwear and rushed over, joining the young woman in white to help the boy named Xin Xin escape his predicament. At that moment, he had no other thoughts in his mind.

Although Xin Xin was panicked and confused in the water, he was still relatively clear-headed. Realizing that he could not swim back to the beach, he desperately kicked the water to try to surface, but his right leg was cramping more and more, and even the slightest movement would cause excruciating pain. His body was spinning in the lake, and his situation was already precarious.

The young woman in white was faster and swam to Xin Xin's side as quickly as possible. Xin Xin seemed to be delirious at this time and could not move at all. He could only hold on to her arm tightly.

The young woman in white struggled to keep Xin Xin afloat, trying to keep his head above water. But as she prepared to swim back, something soft unexpectedly entangled her right leg. The more she struggled, the tighter it became. The woman panicked, and the situation quickly turned against her. In the blink of an eye, she was struggling to keep up.

At that moment, Lin Chen finally swam to their side and, without a word, snatched the little boy from the woman's arms. He grabbed his arm and kicked his legs to swim back. The woman was relieved to see her son rescued. With only one leg and two arms, she was able to maintain buoyancy for the time being.

After rescuing Xinxin, Lin Chen glanced back at the crowd on the beach. Seeing that no one dared to help the young woman, he could only swim back into the sea. By this time, the young woman in white was gradually exhausting her strength and her body was beginning to sink slightly. When Lin Chen swam to her side, his heart finally settled. He took a deep breath and slowly sank into the lake. He gently grasped the young woman's rounded ankle with his left hand and carefully pried the foreign object off her foot. After surfacing, Lin Chen quickly grabbed the young woman's slender waist and swam back with her.

At this moment, the two bodies were tightly embraced. The young woman's thin white dress, soaked by seawater, clung tightly to her body, making her practically naked. Lin Chen tried to clear his mind of distractions and focus on his waving arms to drive away the chaotic thoughts that were flooding his mind. But gradually, his arms also became a little weak, and his center of gravity involuntarily shifted upwards, eventually pressing down on those two full, trembling white breasts.

The young woman realized her predicament, her fair face flushing crimson. She bit her lip, twisting her body in the lake, trying to struggle, but the rescue had left her weak and exhausted, unable to muster any strength. Finally, she gave up, accepting the arm's presence. To her memory, this was the first time a strange man had touched her like this, outside of work.

Feeling the soft, erect member beneath his arm, Lin Chen's breathing became somewhat unsteady. Even in the cool water, he could feel the warmth emanating from the woman's flushed face. Their bodies inevitably rubbed against each other in the water, causing him to lose control, his erection suddenly rising.

He couldn't take advantage of her.

Lin Chen thought weakly to himself, his handsome face already flushed red.

Fortunately, they weren't too far from the beach, so Lin Chen managed to hold back. After the two got ashore, the onlookers scattered like sparrows. The young woman, feeling sorry for her son, blushed and hurriedly ran to Xin Xin, who was coughing incessantly, after saying thank you. She forgot to cover up the two prominent nipples on her high chest.

"Snap out of it!"

His thoughts were pulled back from the beach. The young woman in white was Jiang Ling. She hadn't changed her appearance, except that she was now wearing a tight-fitting dance costume instead of white. At this moment, Jiang Ling was blushing and glaring at Lin Chen reproachfully, quite similar to the time he rescued someone from the sea.

Meanwhile, in Lin Chen's dormitory, I couldn't wait to open this strange diary.

My diary entries are actually quite short, sometimes just a single sentence.

On February 27th, I met the woman I love most in my life, dressed in white. When I rescued her from the sea, I will never forget the feeling of holding her in my arms.

On March 1st, I officially started working at the Cultural Palace, and I met her again. She recognized me immediately. She told me her full name and, intentionally or unintentionally, mentioned her husband and son several times in front of me. Jiang Ling, this beautiful woman, is already married. Her husband is a local entrepreneur, and her son is also wonderful. I envy their family of three.

I understand that her mentioning her husband and son is a way of implying that I shouldn't waste my time on her; she has a family. But this doesn't stop my infatuation with her. Some say love transcends borders and everything else, but can it also transcend ethics? I had no intention of breaking up someone else's family, but I couldn't control my emotions.

On March 2nd, my workplace announced that the stage director of "Swan Lake" was considering casting and accepting applications. She and I both auditioned.

On March 3rd, we received notification that the cast was confirmed, and the lead roles were mine and Jiang Ling's! I was overjoyed.

I have a good dance background, and until she accepted me as her dance partner, I worked hard and finally earned her approval.

Her eyes possessed the gentle grace unique to women from Suzhou and Hangzhou. Whenever we danced together and our eyes met, I couldn't help but be deeply captivated, unable to extricate myself! On March 10th, I finally made up my mind to pursue her relentlessly. Despite her having a family, I tried to meet her, sending her flowers, but she repeatedly refused, solemnly telling me that a relationship between us was impossible.

On March 11th, I didn't give up. I knew she appreciated me; our chemistry was perfect, our coordination flawless. I knew she was satisfied with me as her dance partner.

Besides being able to hold her while dancing, I could also be with her on the bus. Actually, this was already more than enough for me.

On April 2nd, we rehearsed diligently. Over the weekend, she even proactively asked me to practice dancing with her. Our rendition of "Swan Lake" was already perfect, but I tirelessly danced it with her again and again. I love her, and I'd be willing to watch her like this for the rest of my life. I always silently observe her. One day, I overheard her son, Xinxin, chatting and gradually learned that Lingling's husband was very busy and would rather sleep in on weekends than take Lingling to school. Suddenly, I had a realization: perhaps Lingling was willing to spend time with me. Even though I was a substitute for her husband, at least I was present in her life, and that was enough! On April 3rd, I regained my confidence, but I didn't continue my reckless pursuit. I continued to immerse myself in our eye contact until she blushed and looked away, prompting her shy murmur, "You don't have to be so into dancing."

She seemed to sense my change in attitude; her gaze was complex, confused, and slightly unfocused, with a hint of understanding. When I felt her gaze return to her, she calmly turned her head away.

Our dance coordination became increasingly seamless; the leader even said we had a chance to compete for the national championship, which made me very happy.

On April 15th, I arrived in Hong Kong to officially prepare for the competition.

The impact of "Swan Lake" was extraordinary. As the song ended, applause erupted. She gripped my hand tightly, awaiting the judges' score. When the high score of 9.71 appeared on the big screen, we turned to look at each other, seeing the excitement, even tears, in each other's eyes.

On April 16th, we had a small celebration at the hotel, just the two of us.

I don't know if she was drunk, but when I carried her back to the room, I could feel how strong she was.

I didn't go back to my own room; I put her on her bed and lay down myself.

I reached out and embraced her, turning my head to look at her beautiful face. Fueled by the alcohol, I kissed her. Her eyelashes trembled; she was awake! Emboldened by my newfound strength, I held her tighter, feeling her trembling body, and kissed her passionately. My tongue pried open her clenched teeth, and finally, our tongues intertwined.

She didn't cooperate, but she didn't resist either, letting me kiss her pretty face, pink lips, and fragrant tongue. After what seemed like an eternity, I moved one hand up her waist, attempting to possess her towering breasts. Just as I touched them, she slapped my hand away. She opened her beautiful eyes and glanced at me, then quickly closed them again, saying in a barely audible voice, "Not there..."

I knew this was the limit she could endure, but I was very satisfied. That night, we held each other like that and fell asleep in each other's arms.

The diary entry ends here, but there are still some photos at the end. I quickly flipped through them; most were photos of my mother and Lin Chen traveling together. The two looked very close in the photos, like a couple in love. My mother was wearing the crystal high heels my father gave her, a short skirt, and stockings. In the photos, she looked like a beautiful princess, not at all like a mother.

There was also a last photo of the two kissing. My mother's eyes were closed in the photo, so Lin Chen must have taken it secretly.

After reading Lin Chen's diary, my heart was filled with mixed emotions. The last time I went to the beach with my mother, I almost drowned. In a daze, someone pulled me ashore. At the time, I had water in my chest and was coughing violently. I didn't notice the person next to me. When I recovered, I was told that the person who saved me had already left. Now, thinking back to the situation, that person's figure does look a lot like Lin Chen. But if I remember correctly, my mother was also saved by that person. So why didn't my mother mention this to me? Did she not want me to know about Lin Chen? Considering my mother's awkwardness when Lin Chen was mentioned a few days ago, I began to have doubts.

Lin Chen's love is profound, even flawless. If it weren't for my mother, I think I would definitely support him. But this is destined to lead to a fruitless illicit affair, so I must stop it.

After returning home, I thought about it for a long time. I went to the street and asked someone to make a duplicate SIM card. My phone is dual-SIM, so I had one for myself and one for my mother.

They can't continue like this; I have to find a way to stop it.

The only saving grace is that my mother is still relatively rational. In fact, deep down, I feel that the reason she allowed Lin Chen to kiss her during her trip to Hong Kong was entirely to repay him for saving us.

My mother's good self-control gives me some peace of mind, but to stop them from taking things further and to detect any signs of infidelity as soon as possible, the only thing I can do is spy on her privately by making a SIM card. I silently apologized and clenched my fists.

It's been a week since the competition ended, and speaking of the competition, I can't forget the celebration party my father threw for my mother.

Besides the celebration at her workplace, there was also a celebration my father held for my mother. That night, my father also invited my mother's dance partner, Lin Chen. This was the first time my father had met Lin Chen, and there wasn't the tension I had expected. The two greeted each other amicably, and it seems Lin Chen has been very successful in suppressing her feelings.

"Thanks to you for the trip to Hong Kong, Lingling,"

Dad said, raising a glass to Lin Chen.

The toast was just the beginning; they drank themselves into a stupor. Even I was allowed a little alcohol—a thirteen-year-old's first time drinking, and I got drunk almost instantly. Luckily, I didn't drink much.

The dinner, which started at 9 pm, soon turned into the hotel closing time. All three seemed quite sober. Dad was completely drunk, Mom was next, and Lin Chen was a little better but still couldn't walk. I had to book three rooms at the hotel's housekeeping department, and, still half-asleep, I helped them into their rooms before going to bed myself.

If I remember correctly, my room number was 318, my parents' was 318, and Lin Chen's was 317. I had just finished showering when I heard my mother's voice coming from next door. Apparently, the soundproofing in this hotel was terrible; I heard almost every word she uttered.

"Gently, um, oh… all the way in, don't push any further, it hurts!"

Her voice was thick with drunkenness and seductive allure.

The lovemaking lasted a very long time. I don't know when my father, who was clearly drunk, woke up, yet still had so much energy. I listened from my bed next door for a while, my eyelids drooping, and I eventually drifted off to sleep.

I woke up in the morning to the sounds of lovemaking next door; my mother was moaning unrestrainedly again.

"Oh, oh, Chen Dong, you're so amazing today! You've reached the bottom! Don't push any further, it hurts!"

Mom excitedly called out Dad's name.

For some reason, after Mom said that, their lovemaking suddenly stopped. I was a little confused and was about to press my ear against the wall to listen when Mom's voice came again.

"You...don't stop, don't keep me in suspense, I'm so uncomfortable."

"Lingling, I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Dad's voice sounded a little strange, perhaps because he'd been drinking and there was a wall between them; his voice wasn't very clear.

"Come on, come on, hurry up!"

Mom screamed, "Just this once, just this once!"

I didn't know

exactly what my mother meant by "just this once," but for some reason, I seemed to sense a hint of pain, inner turmoil, and helplessness in her voice, and my heart skipped a beat.

...Aside from that, it was mostly just moaning and groaning, which lasted for quite a while.

My father seemed to still have a hangover, and his voice was a bit deep. He kept calling out, "I'm here, I'm here, Lingling!" The creaking of the bed continued for a long time, and I couldn't fall asleep anymore. I could only wash up and wait for them to finish so we could go have breakfast together.

(III) The Madness of Tranquility Time rewinds to last night: Lin Chen felt dizzy and lightheaded, the alcohol rushing wildly to his head, his eyes were almost closed, and even if he did, it wouldn't help, everything he saw was blurry and incomprehensible. He didn't know who was helping him to the door, it felt like a hotel staff member. Because he wasn't very strong, he opened the door and pushed it open, leaving Lin Chen at the door and hurriedly running downstairs, his footsteps were very fast, as if he was going to pick someone up. "Whatever, I can thank him tomorrow."

Lin Chen casually closed the door, did not turn on the light, and went straight to the bed. There was a woman lying on the bed, Lin Chen thought she should be a hotel prostitute.

Hehe, Lin Chen chuckled foolishly, drunk, thinking to himself that Chen Dong was not bad. He had booked a room for him and even brought a prostitute. It seemed that he really wanted to be friends with him. Didn't he realize that he liked his wife? Lin Chen was now under the influence of alcohol, and a wave of nausea was making him restless. He didn't care about anything else. He first stripped naked, and without taking a shower, he lay down on the bed. He casually moved the woman's body over and gently stroked her body with his right hand.

The woman was curled up and motionless, seemingly fast asleep. Lin Chen, drunk and unable to see clearly, simply closed his eyes and leaned down beside her. He first straightened her bent thighs, then casually touched them a couple of times. Her legs felt wonderful in stockings, slender and long. He recalled how, at the banquet tonight, when Jiang Ling stood up to toast him, he had caught a glimpse of her straight, fair legs beneath her knee-length dress—slender, well-proportioned, and, yes, she seemed to be wearing stockings too.

Jiang Ling's beauty was beyond imagination, especially tonight. She was still wearing that rather ordinary white dress, her angelic face with its delicate white skin, slightly upturned nose, and arched eyebrows, was breathtaking. However, her large, crystal-like eyes were fixed on her husband with unwavering affection. Yes, her gaze was full of adoration, but not on him. Lin Chen felt a pang of pain and shook his head, trying to clear his mind.

A Disney-style Swarovski Sleeping Beauty necklace adorned her long neck. Her proud breasts, slightly upturned hips, and a height of about 1.7 meters made her and her family quite a sight when they appeared at the entrance of Qiao Hong International.

Shaking his head vigorously again, Lin Chen continued

his movements beneath the "lady. "

He reached up and felt for a dress. What style? He couldn't quite place it, but the length was just right, knee-length.

She also wore a necklace. Heh heh, these days, ladies certainly have plenty of spare cash.

Ignoring his thoughts, Lin Chen unbuttoned all the woman's clothes. As he pulled down her dress, he gently tugged it, revealing half of her fair, smooth skin.

The woman's upper body skin was translucent and fair. After unhooking her bra, Lin Chen gazed at her large, firm, and towering breasts, feeling that they were no less impressive in size than those of his beloved Jiang Ling. Lin Chen's desire was instantly aroused; the effects of the alcohol vanished without a trace, leaving only the most primal urges.

He lifted the woman's legs, removed her lace panties, and finally stripped her completely naked, presenting herself to Lin Chen. Gently caressing her soft, delicate, and elastic body, Lin Chen felt his blood rushing through his veins, his body burning, and his breathing becoming rapid.

Perhaps he could mistake this woman for Jiang Ling, Lin Chen thought silently. The woman's hair obscured her pretty face; Lin Chen neither lifted it nor wanted to. He could simply treat the woman beneath him as the one in his heart, and spending this wonderful night together wouldn't be bad.

The woman struggled slightly beneath Lin Chen, seemingly wanting to turn over, but perhaps finding herself unable to move, she simply fell asleep again.

Lin Chen's hands clumsily grasped her full breasts, playing with them, and he lowered his head to suckle a rosy nipple.

With a soft moan, the sleeping woman seemed to react, her breathing becoming slightly rapid with his movements.

Unable to restrain himself any longer, Lin Chen gently parted the woman's slender legs, then, guiding his erection, carefully searched for the right spot and began his tentative advance.

The woman's vulva was very clean, with only a few drops of nectar; the petals were pink. Lin Chen guessed that she was probably a newcomer to the industry.

Having just started working, Lin Chen was still a complete virgin, utterly inexperienced in sex. Now, this crucial step in his life was before him, and he couldn't afford to make a mistake. His only regret was that he, too, couldn't escape the fate of losing his virginity to a prostitute.

Undeterred by his initial failure, Lin Chen persisted, repeatedly exploring the muddy grass. When his thick, long member met the tight flower bud, he could only cautiously knock on the door. The "lady" beneath him

seemed to be adjusting her position intentionally or unintentionally.

Finally, with a soft cry like a nightingale's song, Lin Chen achieved his goal. His member successfully entered the pink jade gate, then plunged in, causing the woman beneath him to let out a soft cry. The woman's place was warm, soft, and slippery, tightly enveloping his member. The first time his member entered the world, he encountered such a exquisite flower bud.

Their bodies were perfectly intertwined. In the tight embrace of the other, he moved forcefully, thrusting in and out. As he did so, the woman beneath him gradually became aroused as well. Lin Chen's low growls and the woman's soft moans intertwined like a magnificent melody. The hotel bed, seemingly not knowing what to do, began to creak and sway rhythmically to this moving symphony. The woman closed her eyes and gently placed her hands on Lin Chen's chest, unconsciously panting softly.

Lin Chen's thrusts gradually quickened, his rhythm becoming increasingly adept, causing the woman beneath him to begin moaning sweetly. Her cries weren't loud or wanton, but rather gentle and restrained, much like the women of Suzhou and Hangzhou, showcasing their demure beauty to the fullest. The two became entangled, climbing one sexual climax after another, seemingly forgetting everything around them, leaving only the man's unrestrained thrusts and the woman's restrained moans.

He didn't know when the woman's sounds stopped. Lin Chen, reaching his climax, trembled uncontrollably, pressing firmly against the woman's slightly raised vulva. His first ejaculation, like a tidal wave, was sent into the woman's body through his thick penis, wave after wave, continuing for a long time.

Lin Chen and the woman held hands, their fingers intertwined, for a long time until he ejaculated.

The woman was panting heavily, but deeply sleepy, and didn't open her eyes from the beginning until her climax. Lin Chen, however, was still unsatisfied, savoring the wonderful feeling of his orgasm. After a while, the woman was already fast asleep in Lin Chen's arms. Holding her, Lin Chen thought that although she was a prostitute, she was also his first woman, and boundless tenderness welled up in his heart. After a caress, he also fell into a deep sleep.

Outside the window, the moon hung like a hook, and the night was like a tide, as if whispering about their first encounter in the sea.

That night, Jiang Ling had a dream. The man in the dream was not her husband, Chen Dong, but Lin Chen, the sunny young man who had once saved her life.

The two returned to the sea where they first met. Lin Chen held her close, and the waves and tides lapped against their bodies as they drifted in the water. The vigorous young man held her, his breathing gradually becoming rapid. Her proud breasts pressed against his chest, swaying and rubbing against him with the waves. He seemed to be losing control, and his manhood finally rose, pressing against her private parts.

Adhering to the spirit of passing by one's home three times without entering, he barged into her doorway but couldn't find a way to get her.

It was she who lost her composure, overwhelmed by his advances.

Without whispered words or gentle rejection, Jiang Ling calmly embraced this sunny young man, watching him sweat profusely, willingly accompanying him on his journey through the sea.

"Mmm,"

she couldn't help but let out a soft moan, like a nightingale's cry, startling herself. She felt a surge of heat in her lower body and realized something was wrong. Instantly, her husband, Xin Xin, and her family flashed through her mind, a wave of fear washing over her. She jolted awake. "Huh?"

It was just a dream. The man on top of her was her husband, wasn't he? Jiang Ling glanced quickly, then hurriedly closed her eyes again, terrified that her husband... Noticing something, a wave of shame washed over her. She quickly banished the distracting thoughts and focused on feeling her husband's thrusts. The heat within her seemed slightly greater than usual; perhaps it was because her husband had drunk too much. She'd heard her best friend, Su Ye, say that alcohol could enhance a man's sexual performance, and it seemed to be true. Maybe she should keep some liquor at home. She quite liked this feeling of fullness, Jiang Ling thought shyly to herself.

Her "husband," now drunk

, seemed much more vigorous than usual, even ejaculating more during orgasms. Jiang Ling felt a surge of joy and tried her best to cooperate with her "husband."

Outside the window, the crescent moon peeked out from behind the clouds, like a shy, bashful woman, gently illuminating room 319 of the Qiao Hong International Hotel.

On the bed, a pair of lovers, tightly entwined,

were engaged in a fierce sexual tug-of-war. A pair of men's leather shoes and a pair of crystal high heels lay scattered under the bed, while men's clothes and women's dresses and underwear were carelessly laid out on the sofa and floor, making the room appear somewhat messy.

Meanwhile, in room 317, deafening snoring filled the air. Lying on the bed was a successful businessman in his thirties. Due to excessive work during the day, handling everything personally, and drinking in the evening, his snoring was severe. His beautiful wife had complained to him about the snoring several times.

The curtains in the room were tightly closed, and the moonlight streaming in from outside seemed to ignore him. He turned over in his sleep, his brow furrowed, as if something unpleasant was haunting him in his dream. He

didn't know how much time had passed, but even the crescent moon seemed to have grown sleepy and disappeared. The two people on the large bed in room 319 finally reached the climax, embracing each other tightly, savoring the pleasure of their orgasm. A drop of thick fluid was squeezed from the woman's tender pink vulva, dripping onto the white sheets.

(IV) A Second Blossom, But No End in Sight Early in the morning, before dawn, Lin Chen had already woken up, embracing a soft and fragrant body. Having just experienced a passionate lovemaking session the night before, he was drawn to the woman's bare back. One hand caressed her back, while the other reached between her legs to her secret place.

The woman was still groping in her sleep. Her vagina, still wet from Lin Chen's ejaculation the night before, was moist again after his caresses. With her back to Lin Chen, she pressed her buttocks against his genitals. Lin Chen simply guided his thick member from behind and entered smoothly. Then, he rolled over and began to move on her back.

Having learned from last night's experience, Lin Chen was much more relaxed this time. He reached out and grasped the woman's alluring breasts, kneading them incessantly. His lips kissed her neck repeatedly, while his lower body continued its relentless thrusting, pushing his massive member deep inside until it met a soft wall of flesh, unable to advance any further. The woman's pink vulva completely enveloped his penis. He gently pumped in and out, careful not to hurt her when she wasn't yet fully aroused. He was so tender, showing such love

even to a "prostitute." The woman was awakened at this moment, humming and moaning softly. Lin Chen, who had sobered up that morning, thought the sound seemed familiar, but he was too caught up in the moment to care. He secretly quickened his pace, straddling the woman's back like a charging chariot, slapping against her snow-white buttocks. The woman's passion came a little late, but the reaction was intense. Her slender legs trembled as she kicked the blanket off the bed, almost throwing Lin Chen off her back. Lin Chen, on the other hand, became more and more vigorous, his penis thrusting wildly inside the woman. The woman's vagina was actually very tight; if he hadn't ejaculated a lot of "lubricant" inside her the night before , it would have been quite difficult to thrust so quickly inside her. A beautiful necklace was fluttering in rhythm with the two of them. Wait a minute, this necklace looks familiar. If I remember correctly, Jiang Ling wore a similar necklace last night. Lin Chen rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked closely. Yes, it was the Disney-style Swarovski Sleeping Beauty necklace, exactly the same. Could it be? No way… Lin Chen's heart pounded. After all, fantasizing was one thing, but if it became real, regardless of whether Chen Dong could accept it, even his beloved couldn't accept it! Lin Chen slowed down slightly, preparing to reach out and brush aside the woman's messy hair, turning his head to look at her face. "Oh, oh, Chen Dong, how come you're so amazing today! You've already reached the bottom, don't push any further, it hurts a little!" The voice was gentle and charming, yet it exploded in Lin Chen's ears like a thunderclap. He was dumbfounded, his body instantly stiffening. Now there was no need to even look; this woman was indeed Jiang Ling, without a doubt, without a doubt. Lin Chen hurriedly stopped everything, lay down on Jiang Ling's jade-like back, and reached out to brush aside Jiang Ling's beautiful hair. At this moment, Jiang Ling's pretty face was flushed, she was biting her thin lips, her eyes were closed, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her fair and delicate skin was covered with fine and clear beads of sweat. She was still in a state of extreme excitement and did not know that she was trying to lift her buttocks upwards. She felt her husband on her back suddenly stop moving and was about to turn around to see what was going on when a familiar face suddenly came into view. Although he already knew that the woman beneath him was the beautiful Jiang Ling he had longed for, seeing her again in this setting still shocked Lin Chen. Their bodies were tightly intertwined; Lin Chen could even feel the layers of flesh within Jiang Ling's flower clinging tightly to his massive member, growing ever tighter. Her full breasts were still in his hands, engaging in the most intimate act only husband and wife could do. The dream of the previous night had suddenly become reality, leaving Lin Chen speechless. Even more shocked was Jiang Ling herself. Our beautiful Jiang Ling, who had been immersed in the pleasure of sex just a moment ago, suddenly widened her eyes in shock the next second—Lin Chen! The man she was having sex with was Lin Chen, and the thick thing inside her vagina was also Lin Chen's. His left hand was still holding hers… and last night… Jiang Ling closed her eyes and shook her head vigorously, making sure this wasn't a dream. It took her a long time to recognize the man in front of her. My God, it really was Lin Chen! Perhaps fate isn't fair to everyone. While bestowing upon Jiang Ling a beauty that should have been shy, it also endowed her with extraordinary calmness and wisdom. She remembered Xin Xin taking her back to her room last night, and connected it with the sound of the door opening that she seemed to hear in her sleep. She quickly guessed what had happened. In other words, it was actually a misunderstanding. Xin Xin, her precious son, had mistaken her room after getting drunk and brought Lin Chen to her room! Thinking of this, Jiang Ling gritted her teeth. It was all Chen Dong's fault, that bastard! Why did he have to make Xin Xin drink alcohol! What should she do now? Jiang Ling's mind raced, but she couldn't think of a solution. Besides, there was that stupid, stinky man on top of her, like a statue, and that disgusting thing was still inside her... Ugh, no, that stinky thing was still swollen, so swollen and full... There was no crying or screaming, no apologies, no panicked attempts to escape, nothing... Nothing at all. The room was quiet and still, except for the occasional rapid breathing, so stuffy it was hard to breathe. Finally, a faint, mosquito-like warbling of a nightingale broke the silence of the room. "Move a little." "Uh?"

For a moment, Lin Chen was a little silly, a stark contrast to his usual sunny, boyish image.

She opened her misty eyes and whispered, "You bad boy, don't stop, don't keep me in suspense, I'm so sad."

Her beautiful voice was like sunlight sweeping across the snow, melting the statue in Lin Chen's heart, and he finally came to his senses.

"I'm sorry, I... I didn't know,"

Lin Chen said, leaning against Jiang Ling's beautiful back again, his mouth close to her ear.

"Don't say it... um... um, you're not allowed to say it now!"

Jiang Ling gave a command for the first time, sounding full of reproach, almost like she was being coquettish.

"This is escaping reality,"

Lin Chen sighed inwardly, not daring to say it aloud. He saw Jiang Ling's tearful, beautiful face, her eyes tightly closed as if calm and collected, but her trembling eyelashes betraying her inner turmoil.

His penis swelled with desire, and Lin Chen decided to temporarily abandon everything, straddling Jiang Ling and thrusting. Even when the beautiful Jiang was nervous, she was so charming; even her flower-like opening, which drained his essence, was so alluring. The walls of her vagina contracted, as if welcoming a new master back to the nest. Her opening tightly held this new master, whom she had only met twice before; compared to her previous master, this one seemed thicker and harder.

Even the two large white rabbits in his palm hopped and skipped to Lin Chen's rhythm, dancing joyfully as if throwing a grand welcome party for the new owner of this body.

Jiang Ling lay on the bed, panting heavily, her breath as fragrant and pleasant as musk and orchids, lingering around Lin Chen, making it hard to resist.

As if something had suddenly descended, Jiang Ling abruptly grabbed a pillow, burying her head under it, followed by a muffled groan from beneath the pillow. At

that moment, Lin Chen was like a wild horse, charging madly towards Jiang Ling, his voice hoarse and hoarse: "Lingling, I'm here! I'm here!"

Come on, come on! Jiang Ling screamed, "Just this once, just this once!"

Her vagina tightened again, and a gush of love juice spurted out, splashing onto Lin Chen's penis. Lin Chen could no longer hold back and thrust into the depths of the beautiful Jiang's body with all his might. His scrotum trembled against her vulva, and semen shot into her vagina in spurts, wave after wave, with his still incredibly hard penis.

Lin Chen hugged Jiang Ling from behind, and the two remained in that position, feeling as if they were in the clouds, fully enjoying their orgasms.

It seemed like a long time had passed before Jiang Ling slowly sighed and said softly, "You've ruined me. I have no face to live with now."

Lin Chen didn't know what to say, so he simply remained silent.

Jiang Ling seemed tired of lying down and wanted to change positions, but unfortunately, that annoying thing was still inside her. She wanted to urge Lin Chen, but didn't know how to say it. After hesitating for a long time, she finally said,

"I'm done, you..."

"Hmm,"

Lin Chen replied absentmindedly. He passionately stroked the beauty beneath him, his heart filled with endless emotions. This alluring body, white with a hint of pink, he feared he would never have the chance to compete with her again.

"My husband should be sleeping next door, I think I heard him snoring!"

Jiang Lingzhang turned her head, blushing as she stared at Lin Chen, and raised her hand to punch him. "Haven't you finished yet? How much is it? Hurry up! He's about to wake up!... Mmm..."

"Almost there, Lingling, almost done."

Lin Chen couldn't resist the temptation and gently lifted his hips for the final thrust, chasing after Jiang Ling's evasive lips, trying his best to push his dragon into the deepest part of Jiang Ling's narrow and tender vagina. His dragon mouth sprayed thick semen against the inner wall of her uterus. The pure uterus welcomed the fresh juices of the new lover twice in one night. The era of the old master's exclusive possession was gone forever.

"Lingling, cooperate a bit."

"Mmm, hurry up, it's gotten bigger again."

Jiang Ling sensed something

was wrong; the man on top of her seemed determined to keep going until he reached Loulan. She quickly lifted her buttocks and moved in rhythm with Lin Chen, cooperating with him for the final sprint. A series of soft moans and gasps filled the air as Lin Chen finally collapsed onto Jiang Ling. His thick, long penis gradually shrank and slid out of the beauty's jade cave, clinging tightly to her tender private parts. It seemed like two newly acquainted friends didn't want to separate so soon. Jiang Ling's long legs parted slightly, and thick, white semen flowed from her vulva. Her lower body felt as if it had been cleansed, wet and reeking of Lin Chen's scent.

After a night of abundant rain and dew, Jiang Ling's beautiful face appeared even more stunning. Her long eyelashes trembled, and a string of glistening tears, like shattered jade, streamed down her jade-like face.

She still cried; no matter how calm and intelligent she was, she was still a woman.

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