The Gate of Desire [Complete] - 18

Chapter 126 Springtime in the Bathroom

After watching Wei Luman, Qingyu, and the other girls get into Yang Letian's car and see them off, Yu Jie slowly walked into her house alone. With everyone gone, the house felt cold and deserted. Yu Jie looked around, sighed, and went into her bedroom. Without even taking off her clothes, she lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. She involuntarily covered her face with her hands, as if her youthful beauty had been faded by the passing years.

Looking at those young and vibrant girls, Yu Jie felt a sense of dejection. Just as she was about to cross the threshold of forty, everything seemed to be rapidly declining. The clock seemed to have been sped up, spinning rapidly. In the blink of an eye, it was noon; in a flash, dusk; but the night was still long, and dawn was still not breaking.

Yu Jie reluctantly got out of bed. She took off her shirt and skirt, went into the bathroom, and removed her bra and panties. Then, standing naked in front of the vanity mirror, she admired herself. She made no secret of her alluring, sexy body: long, shapely thighs, a beautifully curved bottom, a slightly protruding belly, a slender waist, and high, firm breasts. She raised her hands above her head.

She slightly parted her legs, revealing thick, glossy hair below her abdomen, the fine hairs clinging obediently to her fair skin like radiant sunlight. A powerful tremor ran through Yu Jie's heart. She had a plot of land similar to others', yet in others' orchards, bountiful harvests grew, one after another, hanging there in dazzling golden glory. Her own orchard, however, remained relatively barren.

The bathroom was filled with steam. Yu Jie stood on one leg, one toe probing into the water. The water temperature was just right, neither too hot nor too cold. In her hazy state, she lay down in the bathtub. Her snow-white and pinkish skin felt completely drained as the water soaked in it, her whole body limp and floating as if about to rise and dance. She lay quietly in the water, her body seemingly numb. The water supported her snow-white torso, immersing her in it, her limbs half-floating and half-submerged. She saw her breasts swaying in the turbulent water, her pink nipples swelling and hardening like buoys on a turbulent sea. Yu Jie lay down in the bathtub, gently washing her body. Although nearing forty, she was still full of confidence in her body. Her hands rubbed her neck, then her back above the water, and then moved to her breasts. They were neither too big nor too small, just the size of a palm. Her abdomen was flat and firm, her thighs long and shapely. She touched her navel, a soft, full moon. Further down, the limp hairs swayed gently in the water, much like seaweed drifting on the waves.

Yu Jie lovingly caressed them, placing one hand on top, then the other. Her thick labia blossomed like flowers. She always thought they were tightly closed, their dark red, like the honest, unassuming red of a black person, both melancholic and mysterious, like a rusty lock that held countless heartbreaking stories. But those stories, like alcohol, were easily evaporated; once opened, they vanished instantly.

Her fingers caressed her most intimate parts as if playing with precious jewels, revealing a pink, beautiful world of sensuality. She felt dizzy; something was budding within her, a bewitching fluid swelling and spreading within her. That something was churning, uncontrollably churning, swirling in a vortex filled with her body's fragrance.

Yu Jie's eyes, wet with shame under the dim light, her lips parted and closed in the rush of desire, her legs writhing and opening and closing in the direction of pleasure. Suddenly, a foot hanging high on the side of the tub slipped heavily into the water, splashing up countless droplets with a dramatic sound that made her ears ring, leaving her feeling utterly lost and disoriented. Her face flushed, and in the hazy, milky light, she grew increasingly languid and lethargic, her eyelids drooping as if she couldn't lift them.

She didn't know how much time had passed before she finally woke up, not naturally, but because a pair of smooth hands were gently massaging her back. Yu Jie wasn't alarmed by this unexpected visitor, as she already knew who it was from the touch of those hands. With her eyes closed, Yu Jie whispered, "You've come?"

The man behind her continued massaging her back with one hand, while the other quietly moved to her chest, gently kneading her left breast. As he kneaded, he whispered in Yu Jie's ear, "Hmm, I'm here. How is it? Comfortable?"

Yu Jie, still with her eyes closed, nodded slightly and said, "You dare come in broad daylight? Aren't you afraid Qingyu and Xiaoman are home?"

The man chuckled softly, "I just watched them leave. Of course, if you don't want to see me, I can leave."

Yu Jie didn't reply, but instead splashed her toes in the bathwater, then, taking him by surprise, flicked her toes at him, splashing water onto his fully clothed body. Yu Jie laughed heartily, tossed the towel at the man, and slipped into the water like a slippery fish.

The bathwater steamed, rose petals floating seductively. Yu Jie submerged herself, her long hair billowing in the water like black seaweed. Her hands, painted with bright red nail polish, scooped up water, letting it trickle between her fingers. Her toes twitched, teasing her body with the petals. The scene was incredibly alluring, enough to make any man's heart race.

The man began to loosen his tie and remove his shirt. As he swayed his hips and pulled down his trousers, Yu Jie's gaze was fixed on his full, high buttocks. His tight black briefs made his manhood bulge, and his legs were straight and muscular. The man's strong body struck her most sensitive spot like a heavy punch, inevitably arousing her desire. A feeling of anticipation and hope dominated her. Her eyes were slightly moist, and her tongue quickly circled her full lips. A moan almost escaped from the depths of her heart.

The man slowly stepped into the pool. He squatted down to let the warm water soak his chest. The pool was large enough to accommodate both of their bodies. He was right behind Yu Jie, his hands pressing on her smooth, rounded shoulders and massaging her neck. His technique was skillful, his touch precise, sometimes pressing hard with his thumb, sometimes clenching into a fist, or patting her spine with the back of his hand. Waves of blissful pleasure made Yu Jie weak all over, her body swaying as if her bones had been removed.

The hands crawling on her became increasingly audacious, their locations becoming more and more sensitive, now resting on her plump buttocks. His hands parted her ample buttocks, and Yu Jie felt a surge of panic, as if he were about to tease her labia. She eagerly awaited his touch, but his hands lightly brushed past, pressing down along the back of her thighs.

The man knew in his heart that the woman before him was a mature and beautiful woman, fiery and passionate. Not only was her face stunningly beautiful, but she also possessed a body that could drive men wild. Her face revealed that she lived a vibrant and carefree life; every glance seemed to proclaim that she had never lacked male affection and nourishment, like a mare who had grazed her fill at night. He thought he needed to use some more methods; conventional customs alone would certainly not please her, and winning her heart would be difficult.

As he pondered this, his hands were never idle, kneading Yu Jie's thighs down to her knees, calves, and ankles.

Yu Jie felt a tingling sensation all over her body, her white body arching back, pressing tightly against the man's chest, her buttocks nestled between his still-upturned legs, swaying like a fan.

The man's hands circled from her lower abdomen to her front, tightly pinching the ligament at the top of her thigh. The pinching and twisting brought Yu Jie a wave of pleasure, and her body went limp, leaning against him. The man watched as her full, smooth breasts swayed gently in the water, their nipples hard and erect. He lowered his head and kissed her earlobe lightly. She trembled all over and let out a soft breath. His tongue traced the outline of her small ear and stopped at her earlobe. His lips pinched her thick earlobe, making Yu Jie giggle. Her laughter was unrestrained and loud, unable to hide the joy in her heart.

The man picked up Yu Jie, carried her out of the bathroom, and gently placed her on the bed in the bedroom. Her wet, naked body undulated, her skin glistening and delicate. A cluster of blisters had gathered on her navel, and her wet pubic hair was tangled in strands, still glistening with water droplets like morning dew. Her face appeared serene and peaceful, her eyes slightly closed, but in reality, she was burning with desire, waves of unbearable sensations surging through her body.

Then, those hands again, gliding across every inch of Yu Jie's skin like an avalanche. This caress alone excited Yu Jie, invigorating her spirit. His silent calm and skillful touch astonished her. His fingers beautifully and shamelessly caressed her breasts, finally holding them tightly like catching a little pigeon, and he pressed his face against her full, swollen breasts without moving.

The man turned his head, and Yu Jie's full breasts revealed a nipple, like a wild grape, blinking alluringly at him. He extended his long tongue and immediately teased it, the tip of his tongue boldly teasing her areola. Her body shifted restlessly, and he took her nipple in even tighter pressure, letting it harden and swell between his lips, gently chewing it with his teeth. Yu Jie couldn't help but kick her legs, her toes clenching and splayed.

A strand of the man's long hair tickled Yu Jie's chest, making her feel uncomfortably itchy. She couldn't help but reach out and stroke it, a surge of passion making her unconsciously caress his hair and then rub her palm against his face. She said reproachfully, "Why haven't you taken your pants off yet?" As soon as she finished speaking, the man threw away the wet underwear in his hand, revealing a man's penis, menacingly and aggressively displayed.

Yu Jie glanced at it out of the corner of her eye, and a tingling sensation swept through her. It was like a plump mushroom, smooth and delicate at the tip, with a glistening drop of semen on it. The veins on the shaft were coiled, swaying like the bald head of a drunken monk. She gently stroked it with tenderness, the heavy, full feeling filling her with joy. She gripped it tightly, rubbing her finger against the glans, feeling it throb joyfully in her palm.

The man sensed her arousal. One of his fingers lingered between her labia, which closed sensitively like a clam at the slightest touch, warm fluid seeping from between. This was a woman aroused, almost pleading, her two snow-white thighs spreading wide, her plump buttocks rubbing back and forth on the sheets.

The man, holding his member, stood by the bed like an eagle swooping down. You could almost hear the hissing sound as it passed through the air. The moment it entered, she felt the hot, soft embrace inside. Yu Jie let out a long, drawn-out moan, a joyful cry of anticipation. The man tightened his hips, pulling her thighs closer, placing them on his shoulders, and then began to thrust harder.

Yu Jie had just felt a full, satisfying sensation, and with his member grinding against her, she couldn't resist any longer. She lifted herself off the bed, arching her plump labia high, her pretty face flushed, breathing heavily, her arms tightly wrapped around the man's neck. At this moment, the man's chest, abdomen, and buttocks were pressed tightly against Yu Jie's, their hands entwined around each other's backs and necks, their skin so close together, every pore seemingly touching.

The man didn't simply pursue deep, rough penetration. While intimately pressed against Yu Jie, he slowly swayed his lower body back and forth, sometimes gently caressing her like a dragonfly skimming the water's surface, sometimes thrusting in with overwhelming force. He even used his fingers to pry open her labia, allowing the small bud at the tip to rub intimately against his glans.

Initially, Yu Jie passively endured his thrusts, her body pressed tightly against him, her thighs taut. But as the man relentlessly thrust and ravaged that bud from below, she could no longer withstand the intense stimulation. She slightly parted her lips, her breaths becoming increasingly rapid and delicate, and she lifted her body to meet the wet, white-staining member.

The man secretly rejoiced. Knowing Yu Jie's sensitive spot, he changed his approach. His supple waist moved with incredible agility, twisting and turning, thrusting forward and backward, lingering near the entrance, sometimes gently pulling back. In a short while

, Yu Jie's pleasure surged wave after wave, her expression at each climax as beautiful as a blooming flower. Her face, already elegant with well-proportioned features and delicate eyes, was a sweet face that could arouse a man's curiosity. Now, fueled by lust, her expression shifted constantly, her features contorted and furrowed, sometimes appearing to cry, sometimes to laugh, sometimes to wistful agony. As if to see this soft, painful, and alluring face, the man poured all his energy into suppressing his urge to ejaculate.

How long could he hold out? He himself didn't know that, amidst his desperate efforts, accompanied by a low, long moan, Yu Jie had reached her climax. The man only felt an absolute tightness in his powerful member, leaving him completely bewildered. He felt that tight suction, the countless buds of pleasure hidden within her warm, soft, suction-like walls, which danced and throbbed at the slightest touch.

In that instant, he stared, breathless, and desperately tried to hold back. The man knew that if they both reached their climax at this moment, it would go against her will. This woman beneath him was not easily conquered; if that happened, he would lose his pride as a man, reduced to rags and buried.

The man went from the pinnacle of bliss to a prisoner forced into hard labor, sacrificing himself for Yu Jie's pleasure until he was drenched in sweat and his legs trembled. He threw himself on top of her, burying his face in her full breasts, which had just reached their climax, finally finding a moment's rest.

But for Yu Jie, who relentlessly pursued eternal pleasure, this was merely the beginning. Seeking even greater ecstasy, she slightly turned her upper body, and the man correspondingly shifted his position dramatically, their bodies now reversed. The man lay on the bed, and Yu Jie straddled him, her hands gripping his still-erect member, aiming it between her legs and twisting her slender waist.

The man suddenly felt her labia touch his member, followed by the warm, moist breath enveloping his tip, sending waves of pleasure through his body. He not only raised his body but also thrust his lower abdomen upwards. Yu Jie released her grip, her buttocks pressing down, but her hands remained firmly pressed against his chest. This was the penetration he had long awaited, but his advantage of manipulating and controlling her had come to an end. Seeking greater pleasure, she almost mercilessly commanded him to act immediately. The man, without resistance, submitted like a slave, urging himself on, his masculine erection throbbing and yielding as she relentlessly pounded and galloped upon him.

The spacious bedroom appeared quiet, but the passion burned even more intensely. After an hour, his member finally collapsed, like a broken sword, inside the still-pleasant Yu Jie. As he ejaculated, Yu Jie cried out in surprise, then fell onto his chest like a tattered garment or a flying branch. The man felt her burning body, confirming that the woman in his arms was a lively, fragrant, and soft-bodied woman. Without hesitation, he held her tightly, and his now limp member slowly withdrew from her body.

Chapter 127: Hairdresser

Yang Letian invited Wei Luman and three others to a relatively upscale Western restaurant for a meal. Upon arriving at the restaurant, Qingyu looked around and then laughed, "Hehe, it seems a bit out of place for you to invite so many of us here for dinner."

"Oh? What do you mean?" Yang Letian asked, puzzled.

"This place is more suitable for a romantic candlelight dinner for a couple, not for a large group like us having a big meal," Qingyu explained with a smile.

"You little rascal, so young, yet you have such a sophisticated way of speaking. You should be grateful that someone is treating you, instead of being so picky," Yang Letian said, both amused and annoyed.

Qingyu pouted and said, "Hmph, talking to you about this is like casting pearls before swine, you have no sense of romance."

"Hey, how can you talk to your brother like that?" Yang Letian said angrily. The others around him couldn't help but cover their mouths and chuckle.

After the meal, Yang Letian said, "Alright, ladies, what are you planning to do next? Do you still want me to serve you?"

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Mei stood up and said, "Of course! You'll take us out to play this afternoon."

At this moment, Xiao Yi, who was sitting next to her, pulled her hand and said, "But we have exams tomorrow, and we have to go back to study this afternoon. Still want to play?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Mei deflated like a punctured balloon, slumped down, and sighed, "Sigh! Senior year of high school is so miserable! We can't even play to our hearts' content."

At this moment, Qing Yu said, "Hey, don't complain so much. The darkness has come, but can the light be far behind? This time next year, we can play without worries and have a good time." "

Yes, Xiao Yu is right! A healthy and positive mindset," Wei Luman praised.

"Hehe, thank you for the compliment, Sister Xiaoman," Qingyu said, hugging Wei Luman affectionately.

"Alright, I'll take you back to school then," Yang Letian said. "Xiaoman, what about you? Are you coming with me to take them back?"

"Well, I still need to go to the mall to buy a few things, so I won't go with you. You can take them back to school by yourself," Wei Luman said after thinking for a moment.

"Then how about this, I'll take them back to school first, and you go shopping. Call me later and I'll pick you up, okay?" Yang Letian said.

Before Wei Luman could reply, Qingyu exclaimed with an exaggerated expression, "Wow! Brother, you're so considerate of Sister Xiaoman, do you like her?"

Yang Letian chuckled but didn't answer. Wei Luman blushed slightly and scolded, "Little girl, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Hehe, I've already admitted it, why won't you admit it?"

"Alright, alright, get up and leave now that you've finished eating. I'll take you back to school," Yang Letian interrupted Qingyu.

After leaving the Western restaurant, Wei Luman said goodbye and headed towards the shopping mall, while Yang Letian and the three girls got into his Buick and drove towards the school. On the way, Qingyu laughed and said, "Brother, do you really like Sister Xiaoman? If you do, go after her! I can help you."

Yang Letian couldn't help but laugh and said, "You help me? How can you help me?"

Qingyu looked at her two classmates, smiled mysteriously, and then whispered in Yang Letian's ear, "I'll help you trick Sister Xiaoman into bed. Once a woman has a physical relationship with you, she'll generally be devoted to you." After saying that, she chuckled. Xiao Mei and Xiao Yi, sitting in the back row, couldn't help but say, "Hey, what were you and my brother talking about? Look at how you're laughing, so naughty!"

Although Yang Letian was already aware of Qingyu's boldness, he still didn't expect her to say such things. He turned his head and looked at her in surprise, almost unable to believe that these words came from the mouth of this seventeen-year-old middle school student. At this moment, he saw Qingyu whispering in the ears of the two girls. After a while, Xiao Mei burst into a loud laugh, while Xiao Yi pursed her lips and smiled, a blush appearing on her cheeks.

Yang Letian glanced at the scene in the rearview mirror and couldn't help but shake his head, thinking, "Sigh, girls these days are so open and bold!" Thinking this, a thought suddenly struck him: "Didn't Qingyu just say that once a woman has a physical relationship with a man, she'll generally be devoted to him? Logically, if I have a physical relationship with this little girl Qingyu, she'll definitely be devoted to me. Then she'll listen to whatever I say, and I'll have a magic weapon to deal with that old fox Yu Jie!"

With this thought, Yang Letian secretly glanced at Qingyu beside him. He saw that Qingyu was still chatting with Xiaomei and the others, unaware that Yang Letian was watching her. Although Qingyu was only seventeen, she was already quite mature, with a round bottom, firm breasts, and a beautiful face. Yang Letian wondered what it would feel like to have such a girl under him. Thinking about it, his little brother started to protest again.

"Forcing myself on her won't work. I need Qingyu to willingly have sex with me to achieve the desired effect," Yang Letian thought to himself. But how could he get her to willingly sleep with him? This puzzled him again. From the current situation, although Qingyu still had feelings for him, she wasn't willing to sleep with him yet. It seemed he had to use some methods.

Before he knew it, the car had arrived at the school gate. The three girls got out of the car. Qingyu leaned against the window and said, "Brother, will you still take me out to play during holidays?"

Yang Letian was naturally overjoyed and quickly replied, "Sure, no problem. Call me when you don't have classes during holidays, and I'll take you out. Hehe, of course, don't tell your mom, otherwise I won't dare take you out."

"Hehe, don't worry, brother, I won't tell," Qingyu said happily. Little did she know how wicked Yang Letian's intentions were. They thought he had suddenly gotten better; before, when they asked him to take her out, he always made excuses.

"What about us?" Xiaomei and Xiaoyi asked simultaneously.

"You? Ah, you too! You can call me," Yang Letian said. He thought to himself, "Hehe, I'll take you all down with me then."

Watching the three girls enter the school, Yang Letian didn't know what to do next. Wei Luman hadn't called Yang Letian yet, so it seemed he didn't need to pick her up. He then called Xiaoxin, but Xiaoxin was busy cleaning the shop. Yang Letian was bored and didn't know what to do. He drove around the streets aimlessly.

Passing a hair salon, Yang Letian stopped the car on a whim and walked inside. The moment the hair salon owner saw Yang Letian step out of the Buick, she knew he must be a wealthy man and was overjoyed. She quickly gestured for him to sit down and asked in a coquettish voice, "Boss, what kind of service would you like?"

"What services do you offer?" Yang Letian sized up the owner. The owner looked to be in her thirties, with average looks but a very attractive figure, especially her breasts, which trembled like surging waves.

The owner smiled and said, "Massages, back rubs, and as for other things, you can discuss them with the ladies. In short, I'm sure you'll be satisfied."

"Oh, really? Then call all the ladies out here, let me see if there are any pretty ones?" Yang Letian said, taking the opportunity to pinch the owner's ample breasts.

"Hehe, boss, you're being quite indecent." Although the proprietress said this, she didn't stop Yang Letian's actions at all; instead, she moved even closer. "Ladies, come out, let this boss take a good look at you."

Before she finished speaking, five young girls filed out from the inner room. Yang Letian glanced at them; the girls were all quite pretty. He chose the youngest one, probably around the same age as Qingyu, and pointed at her, saying, "You're the one."

The other four girls, seeing they weren't chosen, muttered a few words under their breath before scattering away. At this moment, the proprietress said in a coquettish voice, "Oh dear, boss, you really know how to choose! Xiaoxiao is the youngest girl here, just turned seventeen this year. Xiaoxiao, quickly take the boss inside and serve him well!"

"She really is the same age as Qingyu," Yang Letian thought to himself. At this moment, Xiaoxiao had already led Yang Letian upstairs. Upstairs were several cubicles, and Xiaoxiao led Yang Letian into one of them.

"Boss, do you want me to massage it for thirty or fifty?" Xiao Xiao asked skillfully.

"How do I massage it for thirty? And how do I massage it for fifty?" Yang Letian asked with a grin.

"Boss, you'll know once you try it."

Yang Letian thought for a moment and said, "Hmm, then fifty bucks it is."

"Okay! Boss!" Xiao Xiao said, then took a condom from the cabinet next to her. Yang Letian suddenly realized, thinking, "So fifty bucks means doing *that*!" So he said, "Miss, don't bother, quickly take off your clothes. Here's two hundred yuan. If you serve me well, I'll add another hundred." After saying that, he lay down on the small bed.

Xiao Xiao looked at Yang Letian in surprise, then smiled and said, "Boss, you're such a straightforward person!"

Soon, Xiao Xiao took off all her clothes and lay down next to Yang Letian. Xiao Xiao's skin wasn't very white, but it was very smooth. At this moment, Xiao Xiao stimulated Yang Letian's soft parts with her hands while gently kissing his chest with her mouth. Every time her tongue slid over Yang Letian's nipples, it made him tremble with pleasure all over his body.

Yang Letian's hand went around Xiao Xiao's neck and caressed her soft, small breasts, and he could feel the slight vibration of her heartbeat. Her small hands were nimble, gently kneading Yang Letian's genitals. A surge of heat flowed from her palms into Yang Letian's body. Her other hand gently stroked his penis. Yang Letian felt waves of pleasure surging through his lower body.

At this moment, the faint sound of a woman's moans drifted from the next private room, causing Yang Letian's body to heat up. His penis, like a hibernating snake, began to awaken, slowly hardening in her small hands. She gently pressed herself against Yang Letian, sucking on him, until his penis grew large enough to break through the encirclement of her slender hands. Unconsciously, she skillfully put a thin sheath on Yang Letian's penis. Then she lay on the bed, waiting for his actions.

Yang Letian pressed against her small body, feeling the coolness of her soft skin. Her legs were spread open, facilitating his further movements. Yang Letian explored with his hands, searching for his destination. From the soft hair, her vulva radiated warmth. His fingers easily broke through the barrier and entered the passage, which was lubricated, warm, and sticky. Yang Letian used his knees to spread her legs wider, and the small vulva opened slightly with his movements. That opening and closing motion aroused Yang Letian even more. Xiao Xiao's

eyes were half-closed, her hands weakly gripping Yang Letian's legs, her cheeks flushed, a charming and submissive look. Then Yang Letian leaned forward and thrust his large penis into her vulva, immersing himself in the warm, narrow passage. Xiao Xiao couldn't help but cry out, her moans soft and alluring.

Yang Letian, panting heavily, moved vigorously on Xiao Xiao's body. Each thrust brought a humiliating pleasure, and Xiao Xiao seemed to cry out as if she were about to die under Yang Letian's assault, but as Yang Letian withdrew, her vulva eagerly sought him out again. Anticipation grew for Yang Letian's re-entry.

Their sweat mingled at their point of contact, mingling with her gushing love fluids, slowly trickling onto the bed with each powerful thrust. Her

soft moans grew louder, seemingly irresistible, fueling Yang Letian's excitement as he plunged deeper into her. Her body, like a snake or an octopus, clung tightly to him, her vaginal muscles contracting intensely, providing him with even greater stimulation.

Finally, Yang Letian's urges surged forth like a tidal wave, his vision blurring. All his essence was released, leaving him limp and powerless as he collapsed onto her.

Chapter 128 Wedding Ceremony

Exhausted, Yang Letian returned to his apartment. As soon as he opened the door, he found a large red invitation on the floor. He sighed inwardly, muttering, "Sigh, another red fine." Since becoming the investment manager, Yang Letian had frequently received invitations from colleagues—weddings, births, housewarmings—all requiring gifts. However, Yang Letian felt something was off. He thought, "I haven't heard of any colleagues getting married, having babies, or moving before. Why am I suddenly getting an invitation? Hmm, I'll have to open it and see."

He opened it and was stunned. He stared blankly at the name on the invitation, then slumped onto the sofa. It took him a long time to recover. His heart was filled with mixed emotions, a mix of sweet, sour, bitter, and a thousand thoughts surging within him.

The bride's name on the invitation was Qin Xiaolu, but the groom's name was unfamiliar to Yang Letian. It wasn't Cheng Dafu, but a guy named Yuan Chengbin. The wedding date was tomorrow, and the location was the International Hotel.

Since their parting at Sister Yun's coffee shop, Yang Letian hadn't contacted Qin Xiaolu. By now, he no longer harbored any hatred for her, but he hadn't expected her to send him a wedding invitation. "Should I go or not?" Yang Letian was torn.

Finally, Yang Letian decided to go. He thought, "Since she's so kind as to send me an invitation, why shouldn't I go? Wouldn't not going prove I'm petty? No, I have to go."

The next evening, Yang Letian arrived at the banquet hall of the International Hotel on time. A long queue had already formed outside the hall, filled with wedding guests. The men were all impeccably dressed, and the women were all radiant with gold. Qin Xiaolu's sister, Qin Xiaolu's parents, and Qin Xiaolu and her man named Yuan Chengbin were all standing at the entrance greeting the guests.

Yang Letian didn't queue and went straight to the reception desk. The desks were lined up at the entrance, their purple-red velvet tablecloths exuding a festive elegance. A dozen beautiful young women greeted the guests with smiles. Yang Letian signed his name in the elegant guestbook and handed the red envelopes meant for the newlyweds to one of the receptionists. The receptionist found Yang Letian's name on the guest list and told him his table number.

Yang Letian entered the banquet hall, where he found it decorated in a warm and romantic atmosphere, brimming with joy. A huge golden "囍" (double happiness) character adorned the stage curtain, dazzling under the lights. A multi-tiered wedding cake, taller than a person, stood like a pagoda in one corner of the stage, its milky white sheen contrasting beautifully with the pink backdrop.

A long red carpet stretched from the front of the stage to the center of the banquet hall, flanked by floral columns. Each column was topped with a cluster of colorful flowers surrounding a white candle, creating a vibrant and flickering spectacle. Elegantly dressed guests strolled amidst the floral shadows and candlelight, a scene of luxurious elegance and refined taste.

As Yang Letian searched for his table number, a waitress approached, carrying a tray laden with red and white wine, spirits, beer, orange juice, and other beverages.

"Hi!" Yang Letian called out to the waitress and took a bottle of beer from her tray. Yang Letian, holding his beer, found his seat. Just as he sat down, a soft, sweet voice came from behind him. Turning around, he saw Yuan Tingting.

Yang Letian almost didn't recognize her. A black evening gown, tied at the chest, exposed her snow-white shoulders and back, creating a striking black-and-white contrast. This beauty was profound and breathtaking. Her high, firm breasts were only partially covered, revealing a deep cleavage. A silver necklace shimmered on her white chest, a pendant composed of the letters "iou" hanging below, perfectly complementing her cleavage. The interplay of light and shadow was ethereal and beautiful. She didn't exude any lewdness, but rather a genuine beauty.

Lost in his reverie, Yang Letian was startled when Yuan Tingting slapped him hard on the shoulder and said, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Oh, so beautiful, so beautiful!" Yang Letian exclaimed, snapping out of his reverie.

"Never seen this before?" Yuan Tingting said reproachfully as she sat down next to Yang Letian.

"I never get tired of looking at it!" Yang Letian said playfully. Suddenly, Yang Letian remembered something and said, "Hey! What are you doing here? What's your relationship with the bride and groom?"

"Yeah, what are you doing here? And what's your relationship with the bride and groom?" Yuan Tingting asked, pinching his leg after sitting down.

"Ahem." Yang Letian coughed twice and said, "The bride is my ex-girlfriend."

"Oh, right, no wonder she looked familiar." Yuan Tingting said, "Isn't she the one in the hotel room that time..."

Yang Letian nodded, his face somber. After a while, he looked up and said, "And you?"

"The groom is my cousin." Yuan Tingting hesitated for a moment before saying.

Yang Letian forced a smile and said, "No wonder you share the same surname, Yuan." As he spoke, he beckoned to the waiter, who picked up a glass of beer from her tray and placed it in front of Yuan Tingting.

"Thank you!" Yuan Tingting picked up the glass and took a sip. "What's wrong? Are you feeling sad?"

"Sad? How could I be? Now she has found her happiness, and I have found mine. I'm happy!" Yang Letian said insincerely.

"Don't hide it from me. I know you're feeling a little sad right now. It's only natural to feel sad, and it also shows that you are a man of honor and loyalty. I won't blame you." Yuan Tingting said gently.

"Thank you!" Yang Letian was touched.

Suddenly, the music in the hall stopped, the lights dimmed, and two bright beams of light shone from the towering light tower onto the stage. A male and female host appeared. Yuan Tingting told Yang Letian that they were two famous hosts from Linhai TV; the man spoke Mandarin, and the woman spoke a dialect. This was a custom in Linhai; larger events generally used two languages.

After the hosts gave an opening speech welcoming the guests, they announced the entrance of the bride and groom. The wedding march began, and the two beams of light immediately turned to the end of the red carpet, shining on Yuan Chengbin and Qin Xiaolu.

Then, Qin Xiaolu, arm in arm with Yuan Chengbin, began walking down the red carpet towards the stage. At this moment, people on both sides sprayed them with confetti and showered them with color, smoke began to rise, camera flashes went off incessantly, shouts of blessings filled the air, the crackling of confetti was heard, and the cheerful music filled the banquet hall with a strong celebratory atmosphere. Qin Xiaolu and Yuan Chengbin walked onto the stage amidst swirling smoke, greeted by enthusiastic applause.

Suddenly, Yuan Tingting noticed Yang Letian's unusual quietness. He sat silently, his eyes fixed on the stage, filled with helplessness. He didn't clap, his lips tightly pressed together, his face somber and grave.

Yuan Tingting's heart sank, even breathing felt difficult. But she thought Yang Letian's heart must be aching just as much as hers. The person he loved was married, or at least someone he used to love, but the groom wasn't him. How could this not cause him sorrow, how could it not cause her pain?

Everything on stage seemed to pierce Yang Letian's heart. And every expression on Yang Letian's face seemed to pierce Yuan Tingting's heart.

Yuan Tingting felt sorrow for Yang Letian, and sorrow for herself. Here, there is no cycle of seasons; the beauty of spring, summer, autumn, and winter has long been blurred. The passage of time has planted untouchable memories in our hearts. The tear stains on our faces cannot express the unbearable heartache, all surging at this moment. What a tragic life!

A soft sigh for the desolation of the world. There is so much brilliance and so much helplessness. To isolate one's feelings and cut them off from the world is so distant and unattainable. Perhaps humanity itself is a story of love as its theme and hate as its thread, unfolding scenes of comedy and tragedy, setting up infatuation and betrayal, interconnected yet unable to approach or distance ourselves. Perhaps only those who have loved know how unforgettable the pain is; perhaps only those who have lost know how piercing the emptiness is.

At this moment, someone speaks on the stage, speaking Mandarin. The voice is warm but weak. He rests his hands on the podium, his gaze fixed on the manuscript paper through a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. The speech ended, and there was a sparse applause from the audience. Then two hostesses came forward to help him off the stage. Only then did Yang Letian realize that it was Qin Xiaolu's father.

The host reappeared, and Yang Letian heard the female host call Yuan Tingting's name: "Next, please welcome Ms. Yuan Tingting to speak on behalf of the groom's family."

Yuan Tingting smoothed her hair, adjusted her skirt, poured the remaining beer in her glass into her mouth, stood up, waved elegantly to the audience with her right hand, and walked confidently onto the stage. Standing behind the exquisitely decorated podium, Yuan Tingting glanced at the audience, as if countless eyes were shooting curious and amazed gazes at her. This seemed to give Yuan Tingting confidence and courage; she felt a confident and arrogant desire to conquer them.

"Distinguished guests!" Yuan Tingting uttered her first words, as if she could hear her own voice echoing in the hall, clear and crisp. Yuan Tingting disliked the clichéd opening of "Ladies and gentlemen," and she disliked holding a piece of paper and reading it verbatim. She enjoyed improvising freely.

"My name is Yuan Tingting, and I'm Yuan Chengbin's cousin. Today is Yuan Chengbin and Qin Xiaolu's wedding day. I wish them a happy marriage and a joyous occasion! On behalf of Yuan Chengbin's mother, I also wish them harmony and peace! I also want to thank everyone for coming, for all the blessings and good wishes you've brought to the newlyweds." Yuan Tingting raised her voice at the last sentence, then paused. At this, enthusiastic applause erupted from the audience. Yuan Tingting didn't use common phrases like "growing old together" or "a long and happy marriage," because she felt they were too ordinary to express her meaning or show her uniqueness.

Finally, Yuan Tingting said, "Finally, I wish everyone good health and all the best!" The most sincere words, the most practical blessings.

"Thank you everyone!" Yuan Tingting finished speaking and walked off the stage, returning to her seat with neither arrogance nor servility. At that moment, she knew countless eyes were watching her.

The wedding banquet continued. The dishes began to be served. The first course, "Dragon and Phoenix Bringing Auspiciousness," gradually dimmed. Waitstaff lined up and filed in from outside, each carrying a tray above their shoulder, a red candle burning on each plate. The line of waiters moved between tables, the flickering candlelight creating a long, spreading trail of light against the dim background, like a dragon dancing in the night sky.

After each waiter reached their respective table, the lights came back on. When the waiter placed the plate, Yang Letian realized it was a mixed platter, but the dragon and phoenix carved from fruit on the plate were remarkably lifelike.

Dishes were served one after another, and singers performed on stage, adding to the festive atmosphere. The banquet was lavish and lively.

Yang Letian saw Qin Xiaolu and Yuan Chengbin moving between tables, toasting and taking photos with each guest. A bridesmaid carried a wine bottle, and a lady in a red cheongsam followed closely behind them with a tray. Qin Xiaolu had changed into another dress, a sleeveless Chinese cheongsam that accentuated her tall and elegant figure. The bridesmaid had also changed into a simple and elegant purplish-red dress.

Yang Letian silently picked up his wine glass and poured himself two drinks, leaving everyone at the table speechless. Yuan Tingting was busy attending to the performances on stage. Yang Letian didn't recognize anyone at the table, so he could only keep drinking. Today, Yuan Tingting seemed to have completely lost her usual tenderness and liveliness. Like a wounded lamb, she coldly stared at Yang Letian, her gaze as cold as ice, forcing him to look her in the eye and bury his head in his drink.

What better reason could Yang Letian have to forgive her hurt? He was speechless and could only keep pouring himself more wine, drinking one glass after another with everyone else. Yuan Tingting watched Yang Letian sinking into a numbing slumber with alcohol. She knew that alcohol might make Yang Letian feel a little better; at least, the pain wouldn't be so intense.

When Yuan Chengbing and Qin Xiaolu came over to offer a toast, Yang Letian was already flushed and bleary-eyed. He seemed to want to say something, but his tongue wouldn't obey him, and he even had difficulty standing up. At this moment, Yuan Tingting ran over and helped Yang Letian, saying, "Why are you drinking like this?"

"No, it's okay, I can still drink. Pour me some more." Yang Letian reached for his glass again.

"Tingting, why didn't you keep an eye on him?" Yuan Chengbing seemed to be blaming Yuan Tingting. Yuan Tingting didn't bother to say anything to him and hurriedly helped Yang Letian up.

"Today is a joyous and celebratory day, why are you stopping me? Come on, let's wish you a happy marriage!" Yang Letian raised his glass to toast Yuan Chengbin. Qin Xiaolu remained silent.

At this moment, the photographer waiting nearby shouted, "Are you still taking pictures?"

"Yes, of course!" So Yuan Tingting called everyone over. Yang Letian remained seated, while Yuan Tingting embraced Qin Xiaolu beside him. Yuan Chengbin stood behind them, along with several colleagues and friends who were probably Qin Xiaolu or Yuan Chengbin. The photographer then pointed at them, and with a flash, a precious photograph was taken.

Chapter 129 Sexual Comfort

The next morning, when Yang Letian woke up, he felt a splitting headache and didn't know where he was. After looking around, he realized he was at home, lying in his own bed. Looking at himself, he realized he was only wearing underwear. "Huh? Who brought me back and took off my clothes?" Yang Letian wondered to himself. However, he couldn't figure it out after thinking for a long time. He checked the time; it was already past eight in the morning. Time to go to work. He struggled to sit up, but as soon as he did, he felt dizzy and almost fell off the bed. It seemed he couldn't go to work, so he called the company to ask for leave. After getting the leave approved, Yang Letian began to recall everything from the previous night. Slowly, the events of last night began to surface in his mind.

"Oh dear! I behaved like that last night; Tingting must be angry." After figuring out what had happened, Yang Letian couldn't help but regret it. "Sigh, how could I have lost my composure like that last night?" Thinking about what had happened also reminded him of the fact that Qin Xiaolu was already married. Recalling the scene last night when Qin Xiaolu, smiling sweetly, was arm-in-arm with Yuan Chengbin, toasting the guests, Yang Letian felt another pang of heartache. Although Yang Letian was no longer the same person he once was, possessing some wealth and a higher position, and with several women vying for his attention, none of this could bring Qin Xiaolu back into his arms. Instead, she drifted further away, leaving Yang Letian with a deep sense of frustration.

"She's been gone for so long, and I've rarely thought about her lately, so why am I so heartbroken to see her get married? Do I still love her? No, impossible! In terms of wealth and status, Yuan Tingting is a hundred or a thousand times better; in terms of gentleness and virtue, Sister Yun surpasses her by far; in terms of cuteness and charm, Xiao Xin has a slight edge. All these women are devoted to me. I have no reason to still love Qin Xiaolu, who once betrayed me! Yes! No reason!" Yang Letian kept searching for reasons not to love Qin Xiaolu. The reasons for not loving Qin Xiaolu were numerous and compelling, yet they couldn't withstand scrutiny. If he didn't love her, why was he so heartbroken to see her get married? Why did he act that way at the banquet? It was clear he still loved her.

"So many good women love me, yet I still love Qin Xiaolu, the woman who betrayed me. Am I really like what a magazine said—that men are the most despicable creatures, always wanting what they can't have?" Yang Letian asked himself.

After a long period of rambling thoughts, Yang Letian suddenly realized he should call Yuan Tingting and explain. She must be angry about his behavior last night; otherwise, she would have kept him in her room instead of sending him all the way back. But he couldn't blame her. If he were in her shoes, he would be angry too if he saw his girlfriend behave like that at her ex-boyfriend's wedding. Thinking this, Yang Letian prepared to call Yuan Tingting.

Just as he picked up his phone, it rang. Yang Letian was overjoyed, thinking, "Huh! Yuan Tingting actually called me; it seems she's not angry anymore." He happily picked up the phone, but his joy vanished like a kite with a broken string. It wasn't Yuan Tingting calling; it was Xiao Xin.

"Hey, Xiaoxin, what's up?" Yang Letian asked lazily.

"Brother, you finally answered the phone! Where did you go last night? Why didn't you answer the phone all night?" Xiaoxin said anxiously, with a hint of reproach.

"Oh, sorry, I drank too much last night and just woke up. My head is so dizzy!" Yang Letian said weakly.

"Ah! Then open the door quickly, let me see!"

"Ah! Open the door? Look?" Yang Letian said in surprise.

"Yes, I'm right outside your door."

Yang Letian put on a shirt and struggled to get out of bed, swaying as he opened the door. "Ah! Brother, what happened to you? How much did you drink?" Xiaoxin felt the strong smell of alcohol as soon as she entered the door, all emanating from Yang Letian.

"It shouldn't be too much, probably less than a pound, maybe seven or eight ounces." Yang Letian tried to remember and said.

"Ah? Seven or eight ounces isn't much?" Xiaoxin said as she helped Yang Letian back to bed.

"Brother, why did you drink so much? Are you unhappy?" Xiaoxin sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroking Yang Letian's thick hair.

Looking at Xiaoxin's concerned eyes, Yang Letian suddenly felt an urge to speak his mind. He nodded slightly and said, "I attended her wedding last night."

"Her?" Xiaoxin was taken aback, but with her womanly intuition and Yang Letian's expression, she quickly guessed who "she" was.

"Her, your first love?" Xiaoxin said.

Yang Letian nodded, then shook his head, saying, "Not my first love, but my ex-girlfriend." He then recounted to Xiaoxin the whole story of how he met Qin Xiaolu and how they broke up. Xiaoxin listened attentively, and as she listened, her eyes welled up with tears.

The relationship between men and women has existed since ancient times, and it has always seemed difficult to explain. Men are often straightforward, while women are often more subtle. Therefore, even the sage Confucius had to lament, "Only petty men and women are difficult to deal with." If even a sage is like this, how many ordinary people like us will unfortunately fall into misfortune in the turbulent world?

Human life is inherently filled with passionate infatuations, this sorrow unrelated to wind or moon. If one only dabble briefly, one can be as light as a swallow skimming the water, graceful in the air and on the surface. But if one occasionally immerses oneself, one is suddenly doomed, forever accompanied by the flowing water, life's regrets like the ever-flowing river.

Perhaps Xiao Xin, like Yang Letian, was too deeply immersed.

After hearing Yang Letian and Qin Xiaolu's story, Xiao Xin leaned against Yang Letian, pressing her face tightly against his chest. Perhaps it was Yang Letian's story, his scars, that stirred up Xiao Xin's memories of her own relationship and those unbearable past events. She cried sadly.

Yang Letian was somewhat caught off guard; he hadn't expected his story to evoke Xiao Xin's painful past. Yang Letian stroked Xiao Xin's hair, trying to comfort her. He said, "Xiao Xin, there's an old saying: 'If God closes a door, He opens a window.' Think about it, if it weren't for your past life, how would you know me?" To stop Xiao Xin from crying, Yang Letian had to be "shameless."

Xiao Xin suddenly raised her head, staring blankly at Yang Letian, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't open her mouth. Yang Letian gazed at her clear eyes. The eyes of youth always seem simple, bright, and determined, focused on a world full of vibrant life, never imagining that beneath that brilliance lies a path of thorns.

People often use "bright eyes" to describe the beauty of someone's eyes. But even the most beautiful eyes, without love, are stagnant. A woman in love can always radiate tenderness and sweetness in a single glance. Eyes can speak. Through them, one can know whether you love or not. Now Yang Letian has lost his love, yet he refuses to seek it back from Xiao Xin. His eyes are now lifeless and emotionless, cold and indifferent, long since transformed from tender and affectionate into icy water, devoid of even the slightest ripple.

Xiao Xin stared at Yang Letian for a while without speaking, then suddenly rested her head heavily on his body. Her hands became restless, slipping under Yang Letian's shirt and caressing him vigorously, as if she wanted to vent her resentment, sadness, and pain on Yang Letian's body.

Yang Letian didn't stop her, letting her caress him. But her soft, smooth fingers repeatedly brushed against his nipples, making him uneasy. Although Yang Letian was somewhat dizzy, his male organs were unusually sensitive, and his lower body began to swell.

Alone in a room, so close, and with Xiao Xin's familiar scent strongly influencing Yang Letian, he couldn't help but unbutton her clothes, taking off her top. Her snow-white skin shone even brighter in the daylight. Then he pulled off Xiao Xin's bra, her two white, bright breasts swaying before his eyes. Yang Letian pressed his face against them, stroking and rubbing them with his cheeks and nose. Then he took her nipples into his mouth, sucking them passionately. Xiao Xin also became excited; her breathing became rapid, and she let out soft moans.

Then, Yang Letian unzipped Xiaoxin's skirt, pulled it off, and then ripped off her white panties. Xiaoxin was now completely naked, nestled in Yang Letian's arms. At this moment, Yang Letian reached out to take off his own panties, but Xiaoxin suddenly stopped him, saying, "Are you sure you can do this?"

"Why not?" Yang Letian said.

"Your body?"

"Don't worry, being dizzy won't affect this, and it's the best way to sober up."

"Brother, you're so mean! You're using me as a hangover cure? No way!" Xiaoxin pulled Yang Letian's panties up a little.

"No! I can't take it! Can you bear to see me suffer like this?" Yang Letian's hand touched his crotch.

"Well... okay then, seeing how pitiful you are, I... I'll listen to you." Xiaoxin showed a concerned expression.

"Xiaoxin, you're so good! You truly deserve to be my sweet little sister. I'm really growing to love you more and more." Yang Letian said, kissing her on the cheek.

"Hmph, sweet talk!" Xiao Xin retorted. But her expression was one of great joy, a stark contrast to her tearful demeanor just moments before. Clearly, she was quite pleased with Yang Letian's words.

"Come on! Good sister!" Yang Letian said, pulling down his underwear, revealing his large, erect penis.

"Brother, I really can't do anything with you," Xiao Xin said, slowly moving her hips toward Yang Letian's genitals. Then, she grasped his penis, aligned it with her vagina, and very slowly and carefully sat down. Instantly, Yang Letian felt a warm, moist sensation; his penis was enveloped in incredible softness.

"Is it okay?" Xiao Xin asked, letting out a long sigh after sitting down.

"Yes, move a little," Yang Letian said. Xiao Xin

then moved up and down very slowly and carefully.

"Mmm, so comfortable," Yang Letian said, closing his eyes in blissful intoxication.

Xiao Xin slowly writhed, Yang Letian's penis grew larger and swelled, and Yang Letian ejaculated, ejaculating thoroughly and with great pleasure. Xiao Xin was also radiant with desire, her face glowing.

Sometimes, sex really can dispel sorrow and gloom, ushering in a bright and sunny day. Xiao Xin stopped crying, stopped being sad, and lay smilingly beside Yang Letian. Yang Letian also temporarily forgot about the unhappy scene from last night.

As they were immersed in the afterglow of their sexual pleasure, Yang Letian's phone rang. This time it really was Yuan Tingting calling.

Chapter 130 Going on a Trip to Sea

Yang Letian wanted to continue to be tender with Xiao Xin in bed for a while, but unexpectedly his phone rang. Yang Letian lazily answered it and saw that it was Yuan Tingting calling. Yang Letian was startled, both surprised and delighted. He was surprised because he was afraid that Xiao Xin would question him, so he quickly glanced at Xiao Xin and saw that she was lying in his arms, not noticing him. Yang Letian secretly breathed a sigh of relief. What pleased him was that Yuan Tingting had taken the initiative to call him, which meant she wasn't angry with him anymore, or at least not very angry.

"Hey, brother, why aren't you answering the phone? It's so noisy! If you're not going to answer, just turn it off, okay?" Xiao Xin said softly, still nestled in Yang Letian's arms.

Yang Letian pretended to be nonchalant, saying, "Sigh, another friend. They must be asking me out for drinks." Saying this, he sat up, moving a little further away from Xiao Xin to answer the phone, "Hello!"

"Letian, are you feeling better now?" Yuan Tingting asked.

Hearing Yuan Tingting's caring question, Yang Letian was overjoyed again and quickly replied, "I'm much better! How about you?" Yang Letian tried to make his voice sound natural, so as not to arouse suspicion from the woman on the other end of the phone or the woman in front of him. However, Yang Letian was indeed much better now; his head wasn't dizzy or throbbing anymore. It seemed that sex really was a good way to sober up.

"I'm fine too! I wanted to tell you that my family is going on a sea trip later, and my dad wants you to come with us. Do you have time?" Yuan Tingting said.

"Ah, yes!" Yang Letian hurriedly replied.

"Okay, we'll be waiting for you at the city center pier. Come quickly!" Yuan Tingting hung up the phone after saying that.

"What? Is something wrong?" Xiao Xin looked up and asked.

"Yeah, a friend of mine is playing mahjong, and they're one short, so they asked me to come and join them," Yang Letian made up on the spot.

"Is it a female friend?" Xiao Xin said. Yang Letian knew that Xiao Xin had recognized a woman's voice on the phone, so he casually replied, "Yes, it's a friend's wife playing."

At 11:15 a.m., Yang Letian drove to the city center pier. By then, the weather had cleared up. The morning rain had caused the water in the ditches to swell, rushing forward with a roar; the dense moss on the damp soil by the wall was brighter, its green tinged with yellow; the clouds in the sky had become more varied, breaking through to reveal a pale blue sky, which was made even more colorful by a ray of sunlight; the birdsong in the trees and flowerbeds was also exceptionally cheerful, clear, and bright.

"Yang Letian." Suddenly, he heard Yuan Tingting's voice calling from behind. The voice was so familiar. Yang Letian turned around and saw Yuan Tingting wearing a white sun hat, white athletic shorts, and a t-shirt. It perfectly accentuated her graceful waist and firm, shapely hips. The beautiful Yuan Tingting stood in the sunlight, a fine layer of sweat on her forehead and nose, her clear eyes overflowing with tenderness and excitement.

Yang Letian followed Yuan Tingting through the bustling crowd to the dock. Then, Yang Letian said, "Last night I..."

"Don't say anymore, I don't remember much about last night." After saying that, Yuan Tingting pointed to a white yacht moored on the shore and said, "Look, that's my dad's yacht."

Yang Letian looked in the direction Yuan Tingting was pointing. Nestled among lush trees and bathed in the shimmering light of the water, there was a dazzling white yacht, luxurious and beautiful. The yacht bore the large characters "Jinsha," its name.

"Is that the 'Jinsha'?" Yang Letian asked.

"Yes, my dad named it."

"A golden beach?"

"That's about it." Yuan Tingting smiled knowingly.

"Let's go, let's get on board," Yuan Tingting said. "Oh, right, I forgot to tell you, my cousin Yuan Chengbin and his wife Qin Xiaolu are coming later. You don't mind, do you?"

Yang Letian's heart sank, and he felt a pang of pain. He wondered if Yuan Tingting had deliberately arranged this to test whether he still loved Qin Xiaolu.

Stepping onto the yacht evoked a feeling of "light boats and white sails floating like immortals, three thousand Xi Shi dancing gracefully." The post-rain mist had dissipated, leaving the entire landscape as fresh as if it had been washed clean. In the southern waters of Linhai City, so many islands, each one green; so vast the sea, all green as well. These rich greens, layered and interwoven, blended and transformed, mysteriously forming new shades of green, like smoke, like air, like sunlight, permeating the entire sea surface, faint and gentle, like the soft melody of a dreamlike song, like the quietly expanding imagery of a lyrical poem. You can't touch it, yet it's everywhere. Breathing in it, you feel exceptionally clean, fresh, and full of life—this is the taste of the sea, which people can freely enjoy. The

"Jinsha" yacht has three decks: the top deck is open-air, the second deck has a reception room, karaoke room, kitchen, and dining room, and the lower deck has bedrooms and offices.

After giving Yang Letian a brief tour of the yacht, Yuan Tingting went to the reception room to meet her mother. Yuan Tingting's mother was very polite to Yang Letian, with a kind and gentle smile.

"Alan, pour Mr. Yang some tea," she instructed.

"Yes," a woman replied. She appeared to be a maid in the Yuan family.

Yang Letian sat respectfully on the sofa next to Yuan Tingting's mother. At that moment, a young man entered. He was of medium height but well-proportioned. He had a angular face, bright eyes, thin lips, and wore a greyish-white tracksuit. Yang Letian thought this man was probably some kind of relative of Yuan Tingting, either a cousin or a younger cousin.

"Come, Letian, let me introduce you. This is Wenjie, my cousin," Yuan Tingting quickly introduced Yang Letian, then introduced the younger cousin, "This is my former colleague, Yang Letian."

"Hello! It's a pleasure to meet you," Wenjie said, shaking hands with Yang Letian.

"Me too!" Yang Letian replied. But in her heart, she was thinking, "Another cousin?"

"My cousin Wenjie is quite something, a PhD student from Tsinghua University!" Yuan Tingting said with a smile to Yang Letian.

"Oh, really? Impressive! Truly young and promising," Yang Letian seized the opportunity to flatter her. "

Cousin, don't laugh at me. What PhD student? Compared to you, a Cambridge graduate, I have nothing to boast about," Wenjie laughed.
"Haha..." Everyone present laughed, clearly thinking of the saying, "Bachelors are everywhere, Masters are as common as dogs, only PhDs can truly shine!"

After everyone sat down, Alan brought in tea. Yang Letian noticed that even the maid was so beautiful and elegant, standing gracefully.

"Where is Mr. Yang from?" Yuan Tingting's mother asked, taking a sip of tea.

"I'm from Chaohu, Anhui. After graduating from Linhai University, I stayed in Linhai to work."

"Mom, don't be so polite. Just call him Yang Letian," Yuan Tingting said.

“Yes, Auntie, you can call yourself Yang Letian.”

“Okay, Letian, actually I’m half Anhui native too.”

“My maternal grandmother was a proper Hefei, Anhui,” Yuan Tingting said.

“My mother was the daughter of a leader in the Anhui clique of warlords. Later, she married a junior officer under Li Zongren and Bai Chongxi’s Guangxi clique and went to Guangxi. Later, she moved to Linhai. I was still in my mother’s belly at the time.” Yuan Tingting’s mother finished speaking and laughed heartily. Everyone laughed along.

“What’s making you so happy?” At this moment, Yuan Tingting’s father, Yuan Zixiong, also walked in.

“Hello, Chairman Yuan!” Yang Letian quickly stood up and greeted him.

“Alright, alright, please sit down!” Yuan Zixiong waved his hand kindly and said, “This is home, not the company. You don’t need to be so polite. Make yourself at home.”

“I was just saying that my mother ran away from the Anhui clique to the Guangxi clique while she was pregnant with me,” Yuan Tingting’s mother stopped laughing and said.

"Haha...yes, your mother used to be a rich young lady," Yuan Zixiong said humorously.

"My mother said she used to live near Bao Gong Temple and went to school there," Yuan Tingting's mother continued.

"Oh, I know, I've been there before. I even visited Bao Gong Temple and saw the Dragon Head Guillotine, the Tiger Head Guillotine, and the Dog Head Guillotine," Yang Letian said.

"Later, Yuan Tingting's father came to Linhai to do business and 'tricked' me into coming here," Yuan Tingting's mother said, looking at Yuan Zixiong. Everyone laughed again.

"Ahong, call Cheng Bin. Why haven't the young couple arrived yet?" Yuan Tingting's mother said to another maid.

A short while later, the maid named Ahong replied, "Young Master said he overslept this morning and might be twenty minutes late."

"Outrageous!" Yuan Tingting's mother said.

"Letian, I heard you're doing well at the company," Yuan Zixiong said to Yang Letian, sitting on the sofa next to him.

"Nothing much, just doing my job well," Yang Letian replied humbly.

"Hey, you're being modest today," Yuan Tingting interjected.

"Hehe..." Yang Letian smiled at Yuan Tingting, "I'm always quite modest." "

Letian, I'm planning to invest in the west and would like to hear your opinion."

"Chairman, your decision to invest in the west now is absolutely correct and far-sighted. China's economy is developing rapidly, with a trend from east to west, and there is great growth potential and a huge consumer market. If you have this plan, the sooner the better," I said.

"Yes, that's what I think too, but I don't have the talent in this area right now. I wonder if you're interested, Letian?" Yuan Zixiong said slowly.

Yang Letian's heart skipped a beat. What did Yuan Zixiong mean by that? If he were really transferred to the west, that wouldn't be what Yang Letian wanted. All that talk about how good the west was was just talk; in his heart, he didn't want to go to that poor and miserable place in the west.

“Dad, aren’t all your vice presidents talented?” Yuan Tingting seemed to see through Yang Letian’s meaning. However, she had her own plans.

“They don’t understand the West, and they’re too old. No, no.” Yuan Zixiong shook his head.

“I don’t understand the West either!” Yang Letian thought to himself. But he said aloud, “Hehe, Chairman, you think too highly of me. Actually, I’m good as a soldier charging into battle, but I can’t be a general leading independently.”

Just as Yuan Zixiong was about to say something, Yuan Chengbin and Qin Xiaolu arrived. Yuan Chengbin casually threw his bag on the floor, lazily leaned back on the sofa, displaying an uncultured manner. Qin Xiaolu, on the other hand, greeted Yuan Tingting’s parents respectfully, said “excuse me” to everyone, and then found a stool to sit in the corner of the reception room.

Yang Letian noticed that Qin Xiaolu was still the same as she was on their wedding day. Her expression was devoid of shyness, joy, surprise, sadness, or happiness; everything was as natural as breathing.

Once everyone was present, Yuan Tingting went to the bridge to inform the engine room crew that they could set sail. The group then went to the top deck. With a slight rocking motion, the yacht slowly began to move. It began to ripple on the silky smooth waves, the mirror-like seawater being cut and closed by the ship's hull. The city's buildings were left far behind, and light danced and leaped joyfully in the water; on the shimmering surface, the interplay of light and water seemed to gently whisper tales of beauty and tenderness.

Chapter 131 Boundless Sea of Desire

The yacht sped up, and as far as the eye could see, the vast expanse of water stretched out before us, a breathtaking sight. Gazing upon the expansive, pristine surface of the water was invigorating. This pure and magnificent beauty elevated our emotions, allowing us to forget the troubles and insignificance of the world.

The sky was boundless, the water limitless, sky met water, water met sky, the two stretching endlessly, their beauty amplified. The water's color varied, some light, some dark, some deep; the lightest shades were like emerald silk, the deepest like the azure sky. Whether light or dark, the most exquisite aspect was its crystal-clear purity. Our eyes were first tinged with green, and our hearts were captivated by the water. We seemed to sense a subtle sweetness within its icy clarity. Thus, a feeling of escaping the hustle and bustle of the world and merging with nature arose spontaneously, the sea air seeming to imbue our dreams with extraordinary splendor. The air was ethereal, and our hearts were filled with azure. The azure sky was blazing with the sun, and the sea breeze poured down like a waterfall, creating a sense of dense, gloomy shadows. Countless boats cruised on the emerald waters, and flocks of seabirds occasionally circled and cried out as they chased the approaching vessels.

Yachts meandered through the vast blue waters, cutting through the ethereal sea and weaving a trail of captivating scenery. Looking back, the buildings on the shore had vanished without a trace. Small islands appeared in the distance, some deep and vibrant like splashed ink,

others delicate and ethereal like veils. A sense of ethereal wonder and tranquility arose, as if one were on a paradise island, a visitor from another world. "Come on! Let's start the barbecue!" Yuan Tingting's mother called out. Several servants and a robust, dark-skinned man carried platters of pigeons, young chickens, shrimp, freshwater crabs, and colorful fruits from the cabin. Everyone picked up skewers and began grilling on the prepared fire.

Yang Letian watched them but didn't immediately join their barbecue; he remained seated on a deck chair, smoking. The yacht's speed had gradually slowed, and the sun's rays had become increasingly intense.

Yang Letian couldn't help but glance at Qin Xiaolu, his gaze involuntarily following her figure. Today, she wore a thin, flowing gauze dress, subtly revealing her beautifully curvaceous figure. Her long, flowing hair was styled in a bun, displaying the voluptuousness of a young woman.

Through the wisps of smoke, he could almost see Qin Xiaolu's large, clear eyes and her enigmatic smile. What remained in Yang Letian's memory was her unique innocence, straightforwardness, and kindness. It seemed her beauty was overwhelming; her presence would overshadow many around her. Many days have passed, but Yang Letian still remembers her charming smile and beautiful eyes, and he can't forget the infinitely sorrowful look in her eyes when she asked, "Heavens, why is my life always so bitter?"

Qin Xiaolu seems to be avoiding Yang Letian's gaze. Yang Letian knows she's forcing a smile. At this moment, he sees clear beads of sweat

trace a beautiful arc on Qin Xiaolu's face, carrying his affection.

"Hey, why are you still standing here in a daze?" Yuan Tingting walks over, holding a roasting fork with a bright red prawn on it.

"I'm afraid of bothering you with my smoke," Yang Letian says casually. "

Here you go." Yuan Tingting holds the prawn out to Yang Letian.

"Thank you." Yang Letian takes the prawn from her fork.

"How was it? Was it fun?" Yuan Tingting asks with a smile.

"It was amazing! I've never experienced such beautiful sea scenery before," Yang Letian says, spreading his hands.

"Never been to sea before?" Yuan Tingting continued to ask.

"Yes, it's my first time experiencing the 'warmth' of the sea. I really want to jump into the ocean and swim for a while; that would be so refreshing and pleasant," Yang Letian exclaimed

. "Hehe, you always exaggerate a bit, with a touch of poetry. Okay, let's go swimming in the sea after the barbecue," Yuan Tingting said, standing up. Yang Letian also stood up from the deck chair, casually throwing his half-smoked cigarette into the sea. Then he walked over with Yuan Tingting.

As Yang Letian picked up a skewer, skewered a large shrimp, and started walking towards the grill, Yuan Chengbin turned away dismissively. Yang Letian understood his meaning; since boarding the boat, he hadn't said a word to him. Yang Letian knew that Yuan Chengbin must know about his past relationship with Qin Xiaolu.

Qin Xiaolu, who was flipping the grill, glanced at Yuan Chengbin's departing figure, then looked at Yang Letian. In the instant their eyes met, Yang Letian seemed to sense a hint of helplessness and bitterness in her heart. Qin Xiaolu immediately avoided Yang Letian's gaze and continued turning the food in her hands. Seeing Yuan Chengbin walk away without a word, Yuan Tingting followed him. Now, only Yang Letian and Qin Xiaolu remained by the grill.

"Why did you come too?" Qin Xiaolu suddenly asked.

"Why can't I come?" Yang Letian retorted.

"I sent you an invitation because we knew each other before, but I didn't expect you to keep bothering me," Qin Xiaolu said expressionlessly.

Hearing this, Yang Letian was immediately furious. He was magnanimous and no longer hated her, but she thought he was trying to curry favor with her. So he said, "It's not that I want to bother you, it's just that I had no idea you'd be on this ship. If I had known you were here beforehand, you could kill me, but I would never have been on the same ship as you and your partner."

"Oh, is that so?" Qin Xiaolu said coldly.

“Of course,” Yang Letian shrugged. “Do you think I came here specifically because I knew you were here beforehand? If you think that, you're overestimating yourself.”

“Yeah, you have her now, of course you don’t need to look for me.” Qin Xiaolu glanced at Yuan Tingting, who was not far away.

“So what if I am?” Yang Letian thought to himself that he couldn’t show weakness in front of her.

“Hmph, I’m too lazy to talk to you.” With that, Qin Xiaolu turned and went back to Yuan Chengbin.

He had spent almost the entire day on the ship, but because of Qin Xiaolu, Yang Letian was listless the whole time. However, he couldn’t show it too obviously because Yuan Tingting’s family was present, so he forced a smile until he returned to shore in the evening.

He drove home. Yang Letian felt a little tired. As soon as he entered the door, he smelled a rich aroma of chicken soup. He saw Xiaoxin coming out of the kitchen with a face full of sweat.

"You're back," Xiaoxin asked with a beaming smile, quickly taking a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet and placing them in front of Yang Letian.

"Yeah," Yang Letian said, taking off his leather shoes. "What? You didn't go to the shop? Were you home the whole time?"

"I did. But look at the time! Of course I had to be back," Xiaoxin said with a grin. "Wash your face first, dinner's almost ready."

"Oh," Yang Letian nodded. "I see! You must be tired. You don't have to do this or that now that you're back."

"It's okay, I'm just happy. But I should rest for a bit now. The soup in the kitchen has been simmering for most of the day. I'm keeping it low so it'll be even richer and more fragrant." Xiaoxin sat on a stool in the living room.

Yang Letian glanced at the kitchen and saw the soup in the pot breathing happily, the milky white steam carrying a faint fragrance drifting through the kitchen door and throughout the room.

"What did you do today?" Yang Letian asked, seeing Xiaoxin sitting right in front of him, feeling a little awkward about washing his face immediately.

"Well, I was really busy today. First, I went to the shop to help out, then I came back to help you with the laundry, mopping the floor, cleaning, and grocery shopping. I was planning to take a nap at noon, but then I saw that huge pile of soup recipes I bought from Beijing, so I spent the whole noon reading them, then I was holding the recipes in one hand and frantically cooking with my hands. I've been busy until you got back," Xiaoxin said with a bright smile.

"Just make something simple, nothing too fancy. I'm not picky about food," Yang Letian said.

“Actually, making good soup isn’t difficult. As long as you put in the passion and cook it to the right temperature, it will naturally turn out well . It’s like marriage; as long as you manage it with care, it will naturally fall into place and you’ll have a happy and fulfilling life, right?” Xiaoxin changed the subject.

“Yes, you’re absolutely right! I’ll go take a shower first.” Yang Letian said perfunctorily and got up to go to the bathroom.

“Then I’ll go get you some soup. It’s too hot; let it cool down a bit!” Xiaoxin served Yang Letian attentively as she went into the kitchen.

Yang Letian changed his clothes, washed his face, and felt much more relaxed. Then he sat down at the dining table and saw that Xiaoxin had already served the soup, so he started drinking it. After finishing a bowl, he felt completely refreshed. Seeing Yang Letian’s satisfied expression, Xiaoxin cheerfully brought out more food, her face always beaming with a happy smile.

Peaceful days, peaceful soup, but Yang Letian’s heart was far from at peace. The thought of Qin Xiaolu’s appearance and Yuan Chengbin’s hostile gaze made him uncomfortable.

Although the chicken soup was delicious, Yang Letian still had little appetite. After a quick dinner, he went to the balcony to smoke, while Xiao Xin started washing the dishes. Sitting on the balcony, gazing at the distant sky, the drifting clouds swirled and tumbled. Suddenly, he knocked on the long window of love. He could never forget Qin Xiaolu's gentle smile and soft, melodious words, still lingering in his ears; the wisps of hair still caressing his fingers, scattered in the wind; her face in his memory, as soft and gentle as velvet, breathtaking. Now, the flowers no longer bloom with joy; in the hazy dream, only her lonely figure remains, a heart full of sorrow, only boundless hope, disappearing into the vast blue sky.

Perhaps, perhaps many years later, you will still remember someone who told you those heartbreaking stories all night long. But her heart is already broken. She no longer believes that heartbreak exists in this world. Especially not love. Perhaps, what truly breaks our hearts is the awkward reality of our existence.

Yang Letian went to bed early, while Xiao Xin sat on the sofa watching TV. After watching TV, she returned to the bedroom and found Yang Letian naked, hugging a long pillow and soundly asleep, a trace of drool at the corner of his mouth, a knowing smile on his face. Perhaps he had found something wonderful in his dream. Having had a good rest, Yang Letian's manhood was erect again, standing proudly before Xiao Xin. She stared intently at this little thing that was prone to bursting with rage, though it would never be considered respectable, it was perpetually magnificent, majestic, its wings drooping like clouds.

Xiao Xin's body was undergoing a living transformation, like ripples spreading across the water. She imagined his little thing suddenly becoming erect, like Ali Baba opening the treasure gate with a simple incantation. She felt weak all over and sat down on the bedroom carpet, the hem of her purplish-red narrow skirt billowing open. A ticklish feeling rose within her, and she couldn't resist moving closer to Yang Letian. She leaned against the bed, beside him, but became timid, only stroking Yang Letian's inner thighs with her fingers, poking intentionally or unintentionally.

Yang Letian's thigh muscles were firm and smooth, and the hair on his calves was thick and curly, exuding an irresistible sexual allure. Facing Yang Letian's familiar body, Xiao Xin had never felt so impulsive as she did today. Her white panties, inside her flesh-colored stockings, were already soaked. She simply pulled off the stockings and panties together, and a feeling of emptiness, a strong desire for fullness and fulfillment welled up within her.

Unconsciously, a warm flow seemed to seep from between her legs. It must be the itch in that area causing the problem. She reached down and touched it; sure enough, it was wet, and incredibly itchy inside. She rubbed against that crevice again, and the rubbing only made her more wet. A sudden surge of strength and tingling in half her body caused her to lean her limp body against the edge of the bed…

Actually, Yang Letian had been awake since Xiaoxin entered the bedroom. He had only pretended to be asleep, not wanting to cause any more trouble, but his body wouldn't obey him, and he hadn't expected Xiaoxin to be so unable to control herself. After thinking for a moment, Yang Letian decided to continue pretending, occasionally letting out some low snores.

Xiao Xin, disregarding Yang Letian's deep sleep, caressed his thigh with her slender hand, then playfully pinched and manipulated his scrotum. Lost in her reverie, she pressed her face against his, her tongue darting in and out of his pubic hair, teasing and licking. Finally, she opened her cherry-like mouth and swallowed his member, her tongue tracing and curling around the smooth, silky glans, licking and sucking until saliva dripped everywhere, the sounds like a goose or duck smacking its lips. A surge of heat coursed through her body, even causing a dizzying, throbbing sensation in her head…

Xiao Xin climbed onto the bed without removing her clothes. As she straddled Yang Letian, her narrow skirt constricted her legs, so she reached behind her and pulled down the zipper at the back of the skirt. Yang Letian stole a glance and saw that her thighs were parted, revealing a glimpse of her private area. A thicket of black, curly pubic hair covered her lips, which were plump and clean, tightly packed, and piled up like freshly fermented steamed buns. There was a bright red slit in the middle, and a trickle of lustful fluid was seeping from there. Fearing that Xiao Xin would discover his trick, he suppressed the saliva welling up in his mouth and dared not make a sound.

Xiao Xin knelt between Yang Letian's stomach, spreading her buttocks with her hands. She swayed her slender waist and began to thrust downwards. Yang Letian, intentionally teasing her, merely shook his member. As soon as Xiao Xin pressed down, it easily slipped away. Xiao Xin grew anxious, swaying her plump buttocks left and right, up and down, trying to penetrate him, but to no avail. She didn't know why, nor whether Yang Letian was deliberately making things difficult. She had already become trembling and drenched in sweat. She reached down and parted her labia, finding them already wet, with vaginal fluid seeping down her thighs and buttocks. She gritted her teeth and gripped his member tightly.

Seeing her flushed cheeks, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, and her tightly closed red lips, which added to her captivating allure, Yang Letian finally understood and raised his member high. As soon as Xiaoxin's two fleshy lips touched that thing, she couldn't wait to squat down and swallow it whole.

A wave of intense pleasure washed over her, and she couldn't help but close her beautiful eyes and sway her body, grinding herself against it until she trembled all over. Then she put all her strength into thrusting hard. The thrusting motion was as frequent and rapid as a shuttle weaving cloth. Her plump buttocks swayed and tumbled, her labia parted and her vaginal canal tightened. Suddenly, a gush of liquid gushed out from deep within her womb, and the incomparably pleasurable feeling made her cry out, "I'm having an orgasm..."

Yang Letian knew she was at the crucial moment. His little brother inadvertently felt the heat inside and almost withdrew. Fortunately, he immediately focused his mind, held his breath, and kept it still inside, not daring to go any further. He kept that huge thing pressed tightly against the middle of her thighs...

After Xiaoxin's gushing liquid soaked Yang Letian's little brother, she collapsed onto him. Only then did Yang Letian notice that Xiaoxin hadn't taken off her clothes and was lying prone on his chest. Recalling the image of her frantically shaking her hair, shouting, and collapsing, he couldn't help but chuckle. As for what she had shouted, Yang Letian couldn't remember now.

Xiao Xin was still straddling Yang Letian, waving her pink fists and hitting and pinching him, shouting, "I knew you were pretending to be asleep!" She even rubbed and pressed her plump buttocks against him. Yang Letian then laughed out loud, reaching out to remove her clothes. Xiao Xin stretched her waist and spread her arms to cooperate with his movements. Yang Letian threw her outer clothes off the bed. When Yang Letian removed her bra, she lifted her snow-white body and leaned close to him. Her body was as translucent as a peeled bamboo shoot, and her two snow-white breasts were full, bouncing, and dazzling to the eye.

Yang Letian rubbed her rosy nipples for a while, and the cherry-like things became hard and swollen. Xiao Xin squinted her seductive eyes and let out a soft moan. Yang Letian looked at her flushed cheeks and slightly open starry eyes as she shook her head, swaying her two soft breasts back and forth. He then turned to the side and took her nipple into his mouth, making smacking sounds. Before long, Xiao Xin's desire was rekindled, and the burning fire in her heart rose again. She felt an intense itch in her lower body, so she straightened up and down, lifting her buttocks up and down with force, and the liquid slowly flowed down Yang Letian's thing.

Yang Letian's pubic hair immediately became slicker, and Xiao Xin thrust even harder, rubbing her breasts with her hands, looking extremely lewd. Yang Letian no longer wanted to be passive; he forcefully lifted Xiao Xin's body, flipped her over, and hugged her tightly, pulling her back into his arms. Xiao Xin had already raised her buttocks high, waiting for Yang Letian's thing to challenge her.

Yang Letian knelt on the bed, thrusting his still-erect penis, and brought the tip to her greasy vulva. With a little force, his penis slowly entered her warm, moist place, penetrating as if through a wall, reaching deep inside. After a while, he lifted it slightly, then thrust his hips forward, gently churning his hard penis inside, like turning a well, until Xiao Xin's plump vulva felt as if it were burning hot.

This time, it was Yang Letian's turn to be consumed by lust. He thrust his hips with immense force, pounding into her ample bosom with the force of a mountain crashing down. Xiao Xin arched her buttocks, eagerly welcoming him, moaning and groaning incessantly, feeling an unparalleled pleasure throughout her body. Yang Letian, now energized and powerful, continued his vigorous thrusts, pounding and pounding until she paled, almost dying. In a moment of carelessness, her uterus released another stream of hot semen.

Yang Letian's muscles ached, his glans unbearably hard. Xiao Xin's vagina tightened, and he felt his glans tremble and contract violently. After a few moments of restraint, his semen finally erupted like an arrow, filling her depths. It was as if they had planned it beforehand, reaching their peak at the exact same time...

Soon after, Xiao Xin fell asleep, her face showing a mixture of doting affection, shyness, and joy.

Yang Letian couldn't sleep. He felt a self-deprecating feeling, so busy he didn't even know what he'd accomplished that day. Perhaps this was the dilemma of life: wanting to be refined, detached from the mundane world, yet unable to resist the allure of beautiful women. It seemed that for men, love and sex were truly separate.

Thinking about it further, when you're out, there are people waiting for you, and people you need to wait for. Back home, there are people who care about you, and people you need to care for—that's real life. Having a home means each person in it is like a kite soaring in the sky, and home is the kite string. When you fly too high and too far, the string slowly retracts, reminding you that your true home is on the ground—that's real life. So you must temporarily rein in your wandering heart and return home on time to achieve true happiness.

When Yang Letian woke up the next day, Xiao Xin was like a huge, magnificent robe covering him completely, or like a flower bud glistening with dew, reflecting a seven-colored halo in the morning sun.

After breakfast, Yang Letian first took Xiao Xin to the shop. As she got out of the car, she gently kissed Yang Letian on the cheek and said, "I'll go home and cook dinner tonight." Then she left Yang Letian with a graceful silhouette.

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