Love is so sweet

The sweltering summer had passed, and Xiao Wan had already worked two days at this Taiwanese-owned company. Whether strolling in the park or gazing blankly at the bustling street scene from her south-facing window at home, she would think about these things, comforting herself with these thoughts.

One Monday in late September, as soon as she arrived at work, the company's HR manager, Xu Feng, brought her a stack of documents: "

Mo Xiao Wan, how's your English? Good morning, Manager Xu." "

Not bad. See if you can translate these documents.

" Mo Xiao Wan took the documents from the manager and said she would give it a try. "

Give it a try. Take some time to improve your English; it'll be useful, whether you work for our company or another company in the future." Xiao Wan agreed and began working.

Actually, HR and administrative work wasn't tiring, but it wasn't the core work of a company either. Although it was a large company, Mo Xiao Wan's monthly salary was less than three thousand. In 2009, in this northeastern coastal city, a 23-year-old recent graduate earning a salary of less than three thousand was considered good. But this income wasn't even a fifth of what the man who helped her find this job gave her each month.

He was very generous to her, but he couldn't give her a future, nor was he generous enough to buy her a house. She remembered her boss Xu Feng's words: "Your English has always been good in school, and you're very interested in it. Now that you're not busy at work and have no financial pressure, you should learn English in your spare time; it will be useful."

The documents were thick, and Mo Xiaowan didn't do much else all morning except translate the materials. Actually, there wasn't much else for her to do. At lunchtime, there was a restaurant downstairs in the office building. All the companies in the building could issue meal cards to their employees to eat at the restaurant on the basement level. At 11:30, Chu Xia came over and called to Mo Xiaowan: "Let's go, Xiaowan, let's go eat."

Chu Xia was a year younger than Xiaowan, born in the Year of the Rabbit, but had joined the company a year earlier. She was a high-achieving graduate from a science and engineering university and worked in the research and development department. "You go first, I'll finish my work first." "I'll wait for you."

At 12:15, Chu Xia and Xiaowan arrived at the basement restaurant together. They were about the same age, and although they weren't alumni, their universities were only one street apart, which unconsciously brought the two girls closer. Like Mo Xiaowan, Chu Xia was also beautiful and intelligent. One could say Mo Xiaowan was intelligent but lacked emotional intelligence, while Chu Xia was clever and quick-witted, with long, flowing black hair, bright, expressive eyes, and a constant smile. The biggest difference between the two was that Xiaowan was introverted and calm, while Chu Xia was fiery and lively.

Mo Xiaowan ordered chicken meatballs and scrambled eggs with tomatoes, while Chu Xia, who loved fish, ordered braised ribbonfish in vinegar sauce and spinach. It was almost 12:30, and the restaurant was getting a little less crowded. "I played badminton for two days straight this weekend, I'm so tired,"

Chu Xia casually asked. "What did you do this weekend? Stayed home." "Let's play badminton together next week, but I don't want to go," Mo Xiaowan said indifferently. The two girls chatted as they ate, when suddenly Xiaowan called out Chu Xia's name. Chu Xia responded, "Chu Xia, I want to learn English." "Okay, I want to learn too, but work is too busy. I work overtime almost every day, and I don't have any time for myself at work. Sigh, unlike you HR people who are so lucky." "Is working in HR happy?" Xiao Wan asked rhetorically. "Of course! It's not tiring, it's very easy, I envy you." "

There are also a lot of miscellaneous tasks. This morning, our manager asked me to translate a stack of documents. I've only finished a third of it. He suggested I learn English, which is exactly what I wanted to do. It's good to have a skill; it's never a bad thing to have more skills." In the afternoon, new work came in: contracts for newly hired colleagues, insurance processing, etc. Xiao Wan was worried about what to do since she hadn't finished her translation work. Xu Feng assigned other tasks to other colleagues, letting her focus on translating. She

buried herself in work all afternoon and worked overtime until 8 pm, finally finishing the stack of documents. The office was empty. Xiao Wan suddenly felt wronged and lonely. She turned off the lights, locked the company gate, and hurriedly left the office building. She rushed to the bus stop. The autumn night was slightly cool. By the time she boarded the bus, it was already 8:30 pm.

She got home at 9 pm. It was so late, she didn't feel like cooking, so she boiled water in the electric kettle and made a packet of shrimp and fish cake noodles. For the first time, Mo Xiaowan missed Gao Chang. If only he were here with her right now. Suddenly, Liu Ruoying's song "A Lifetime of Loneliness" came to mind. "

I think I'll always be lonely, this lonely my whole life," she thought. The bluer the sky, the more afraid she was to look up; the more perfect the movie, the more melancholic she felt; the more time she had, the more uneasy she felt. So she learned to be objective, to live a lonely life learning English. With a teacher and methods, she could achieve twice the results with half the effort. Mo Xiaowan wanted to enroll in an English class, so she began investigating English training institutions in the city.

As soon as she got off work today, she went straight to the nearest Web International English school, where the course consultant arranged for her to take a test. The questions were very simple, and she got almost none wrong. Then, the long-faced female consultant took Xiaowan to her office, chatting about life and making small talk. Mo Xiaowan felt confused. The long-faced woman talked about irrelevant things for an hour before finally getting to the point. For a few moments, Mo Xiaowan was somewhat tempted and convinced by their institution. So, after regaining her senses, she felt that this woman's sales skills were not bad, but thinking carefully about their teaching methods and weekly class hours, she was bound to not get the results she wanted.

Although money was no longer an issue for Mo Xiaowan, cost-effectiveness was still a consideration for everyone.

Web International English was still under consideration, but she was no longer inclined towards them. Hampson English was the second one. Unlike Web International English, which rented a teaching area in an area with dense office buildings like Nanjing Road, Hampson's teaching area was in the Mykal Shopping Mall. The sign said it was on the first floor, but she couldn't find it. She had to call them again, and the consultant said she forgot to tell her that they had moved to the sixth floor. Upon entering the teaching area, Xiao Wan was somewhat disappointed. The so-called one-on-one foreign teacher tutoring, which sounded so high-end, was actually quite dilapidated. Mo Xiao Wan was led by the receptionist to a small, yurt-like room; the consultant she had contacted wasn't finished yet. The desks separated by plastic partitions were old, and some of the partitions still had black pen writing on them. After about half an hour, the female consultant finally arrived and asked to have a conversation with Mo Xiao Wan in English to assess her level. Xiao Wan readily agreed, feeling they were much more professional than companies like Web International English, which focused on machine testing. After a conversation, the self-important consultant was no match for her, even though Mo Xiao Wan's spoken English wasn't particularly good either, with many grammatical errors and slips of the tongue.

After discussing the price, the consultant arranged a trial lesson for Xiao Wan with a foreign teacher, a brown-skinned American. He extended his hand to Xiao Wan, and after shaking hands, they sat down to talk. The consultant sat next to the teacher the whole time, though Mo Xiao Wan actually hoped she would leave, as it would make her feel more relaxed. The other person's spoken English was quite standard, their attitude was very gentle, and their speaking speed was slow. They chatted for about twenty minutes. In comparison, although Hampson's facilities weren't as good as Web International English, the results should be better, but it still wasn't the best choice. They decided to think about it some more.

Xiao Wan told Gao Chang about her idea of learning English, and Gao Chang strongly supported her: "You choose the institution yourself. Don't worry about the money. Once you've chosen, I'll pay the tuition." That's what he said, but Xiao Wan still didn't want to waste money. After a week of investigation, those institutions with some reputation in the market, such as Wall Street English, Web International English, World English, and Hampson English, were all eliminated. Finally, she chose a training school that was doing relatively well in the area. It was a school that specialized in teacher training and had a total of 12 foreign teachers. One-on-one oral English classes cost 400 yuan per hour, with six classes a weekday evening at 8 pm. Saturdays could be scheduled separately. Xiao Wan enrolled for six months, and Gao Chang paid the tuition for her. Because of the National Day holiday, Gao Chang wanted to take Xiao Wan out for fun, so they decided to start classes on October 10th.

Still abroad, this time to Northern Europe. In the season of vibrant autumn leaves, being so close to the Arctic wasn't as cold as I'd imagined. Just simple autumn clothes, a camera, and a good appetite. We saw forests in Norway, ate venison in Finland, visited Denmark to see what this childhood fairytale kingdom was like, and went to Stockholm to see the City Hall and walk along Queen Street. When we needed directions, Gao Chang would let Mo Xiaowan try. People from these countries all spoke fluent London accents, and he listened. "Your pronunciation is pretty good. If you train with the foreign coach for six months, you should be fine. I'll arrange for you to be the general manager's assistant then. I've already told them all. Xu Feng will take care of you at work." Mo Xiaowan felt very warm. In this beautiful, romantic, fairytale-like country, there was such a man, like a father, like a brother, accompanying her. From the emerald green landscapes of the equator to the fairytale world of Northern Europe, from the confusion of her internship to her current clear direction, from the impending drift after graduation to now having a relatively stable living environment, she felt a little happy, a little warm. The more beautiful the scenery, the more it evoked thoughts of love. However, Gu Bei's figure was gradually blurring; in her eyes and mind, his silhouette grew farther and smaller, replaced by the man beside her.

Mo Xiaowan didn't know that she was slowly falling in love with him, and that she had never truly forgotten her first love, Gu Bei.

Chapter Five.

Mo Xiaowan began her spoken English course. She worked nine to five every day, and her class started at eight in the evening. Feeling the time wasn't ideal, she changed it to six-thirty. Since it was a one-on-one VIP course, the time could be adjusted within a certain range, such as half an hour earlier or later. Her foreign teacher, Nichs, was young, 25 years old, about 185 cm tall, with delicate features and very standard and clear pronunciation—yes, as standard as the pronunciation in an MP3 player. Mo Xiaowan had a good aptitude for languages; her English grades had always been among the best since junior high school, and she easily passed the CET-6 in her sophomore year. But enjoying English like this was truly a first for her.

Limited by China's foreign language teaching environment, her written skills far exceeded her listening and speaking abilities, or rather, her listening and speaking lagged far behind her reading and writing—in short, they were disconnected. Gao Chang, on the other hand, was the opposite. His years of experience in foreign trade and dealing with overseas clients had given him relatively fluent English, but his written and translation skills were far inferior. While traveling, Gao Chang overheard her conversing with locals. Although not very fluent and lacking in vocabulary, her pronunciation was decent. He encouraged her to work hard and see if six hours of weekly oral English lessons over six months could surpass his listening and speaking abilities.

Mo Xiaowan thought that with this environment and teaching resources, she might surpass Gao Chang's rudimentary level in less than six months. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but smile. On weekday evenings, due to her daily 6:30 PM oral English lesson, she either ate something quick around the school after work before class, or cooked something herself after getting home around 8 PM. She and Gao Chang still met secretly four to eight times a month. Life gradually settled down, and she adapted to this lifestyle. Sometimes she genuinely felt that they were just an ordinary older man and younger woman, forgetting their past and the accident a few months prior. Gao Chang never told her that after going to the karaoke bar that night, he had slipped a large dose of sleeping pills into his drink.

The Year of the Tiger arrived, and Xiao Wan's company held its annual dinner. The Dalian branch had over seventy employees, and the boss had booked a school auditorium. Each department had to put on two performances. Around 3 PM on the 31st, each department took to the stage, with Xu Feng from the HR department and Xiao Wan each singing a song. Normally, she only thought her boss was strict and capable, but she never expected that besides his sunny and handsome appearance, he also had a magnetic voice. His rendition of Jacky Cheung's "Blessing" made many female colleagues scream, some even going on stage to present him with flowers. Xiao Wan suddenly felt envious, envious of Xu Feng being liked by so many people, envious of the girl who went on stage to present flowers—she could be so bold, free, and natural. She herself had never been good at expressing her feelings, and now she had become even more withdrawn, only able to genuinely smile in front of Gao Chang.

After a series of song and dance performances, the company invited an outside art troupe to perform, and soon it would be Mo Xiao Wan's turn to perform. The annual meeting was almost over when Mo Xiao Wan walked lightly onto the stage. Today she wore a white sweater, light makeup, and her hair was longer than in spring. He gently hugged her, placed 999 red roses in her arms, and left the stage, leaving her stunned and the men in the audience roaring. The host broke the silence: "Thank you, Mo Xiao Wan, for bringing us Meng Tingwei's 'Look, Look at the Moon's Face'." Next, gentlemen who wish to pursue Xiaowan, please line up backstage. Everyone laughed. Mo Xiaowan returned to her seat with a large bouquet of red roses, attracting envious glances from women.

Around six o'clock, the annual party performance ended, and people gradually left the auditorium for the restaurant. Mo Xiaowan and Chuxia were about to leave when Gao Chang appeared before them, smiling and asking, "Xiaowan, you sang very well. It felt like I was back in college, when Meng Tingwei was at the height of her popularity." Mo Xiaowan was startled by his sudden appearance, avoiding his gaze and not responding. She tilted her head to one side, her eyes lowered. "The clown's flowers, do you like them?" It turned out to be his arrangement. Xiaowan looked up at the romantic man with tender eyes, unable to describe her feelings. As for whether she liked him, she remained noncommittal. 999 roses—many women would never receive that in their entire lives. How could she not like it? Even if she didn't, it would be a pity that the one who gave her those 999 roses wasn't her beloved Gu Bei. She didn't notice the quirky, mischievous Chu Xia's faint smile beside her, but she minded everyone's gaze in the company. Mo Xiaowan and Chu Xia didn't speak. Xiaowan walked away with her head down, while Chu Xia gave Gao Chang a sweet smile and followed Xiaowan towards the entrance of the auditorium.

Gao Chang also attended their dinner party. On the last day of 2009, everyone had a happy time. After the dinner, he still took her home, and they spent time together intimately. However, he couldn't stay with her on New Year's Eve; he had to go home. After Gao Chang left, Mo Xiaowan waited alone in the empty house for the New Year's bells to ring.

During the New Year holiday, Gao Chang didn't spend time with Xiaowan, and Mo Xiaowan couldn't help but feel a little lonely. She and her boyfriend had a full schedule with Chu Xia, and she had already gone home for the New Year two days ago to meet An Su. Xiao Wan had to go shopping alone. Luckily, she had enough money to buy her favorite cosmetics and fashionable women's clothing. When she got tired, she carried a large bag of things to her favorite store, which had everything from spicy hot pot to mini hot pot. Eating alone, the steam blurred her glasses. Taking them off, in this city where she felt no belonging, in the coldest season, Mo Xiao Wan felt incredibly warm inside as she ate the steaming hot pot skewers. This time, she didn't cry, but smiled from the bottom of her heart.

Spring came again in the blink of an eye, and she and Gao Chang had been dating for almost a year. One sunny Saturday morning, Mo Xiao Wan was still asleep when the doorbell rang. Usually, no one would ring the doorbell except for delivery people. Xiao Wan rubbed her sleepy eyes and asked, "Who is it?" There was no answer. She opened the door anyway, and there stood Gao Chang with a large bag of things. "

So early! You didn't even tell me you were coming today. I wanted to give you a surprise. Weren't you worried I wouldn't be home? So you came early. Let's see what I've sold." As Gao Chang entered, he changed his shoes and placed a plastic bag on the dining table: mantis shrimp, crabs, mackerel, some fresh vegetables, and yellow cherries. "

Wow, so much delicious food!" Xiao Wan exclaimed, her hands clasped together, her eyes gleaming with the light of a foodie. "Wasn't it supposed to be a busy morning? Couldn't you have come earlier?" she asked. "Mmm, so much delicious food." Gao Chang leaned in for a kiss, but Xiao Wan resisted. He then put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her directly. Xiao Wan dodged, but Gao Chang pursued her. Finally, Xiao Wan couldn't escape, or rather, she stopped dodging, and they kissed for a while. Gao Chang stopped, and Xiao Wan buried her head in his chest. "Okay, I'll go cook you a big meal." "Do you want to help in the kitchen?" Xiao Wan looked up and asked with a smile. "No need, you can do your own thing." "I'm going to sleep a little longer, I slept so late last night, I'm sleepy." "

Go ahead, baby." He gave Xiao Wan a light kiss on the forehead, and she took a glass of water and went back to her bedroom to rest.

It wasn't even eight o'clock yet, and Gao Chang was already busy in the kitchen. He washed the mantis shrimp and crabs, sprinkled them with salt, and set them aside. He gutted the mackerel, discarding the innards, washed it, and sprinkled it with salt. He wanted to coat it with starch, but then realized he didn't have any. He went out and bought some, coated it with starch, and pan-fried the mackerel until the skin turned golden brown. He wasn't sure how well it was cooked, so he took it out of the pan and set it aside. He then started steaming the crabs. Around ten o'clock, Xiao Wan finally woke up after a good night's sleep. She smelled the delicious aroma wafting from the kitchen and exclaimed, "Uncle, it smells so good!" Gao Chang smiled and said, "It tastes good, doesn't it? The crabs will be ready soon. You haven't had breakfast yet, so you can have a couple of crabs first. After the crabs are cooked, I'll steam some mantis shrimp and make mackerel for you." Watching the tall man busily working, Xiao Wan felt a sweet warmth in her heart. In this moment, she was happy. She forgot the pain he had caused her, and she didn't think about the future they couldn't have. She longed to hug him from behind and tell him she loved him, but her introverted, shy, passive, and even submissive nature made it difficult for her to express her feelings and be a good submissive.

The crabs were ready. Gao Chang picked out the biggest one and helped Xiao Wan lift the shell: "Look how plump this one is! Look at all the crab roe!" He placed it on a plate and handed it to Xiao Wan. Xiao Wan used a crab claw to scoop out some roe from the shell, gathering it together, but handed it to Gao Chang: "You eat it. You've been busy all morning, you must be hungry. I just got up, I'm not hungry." Gao Chang didn't expect Xiao Wan to return the crab shell he had peeled. Looking at her bright, smiling eyes, he didn't refuse and took it, eating it. "Hmm, it tastes very good. Cover the rest with a plate, I'll make mantis shrimp and mackerel."

Xiao Wan left the kitchen, turned on the TV, washed some cherries, took a few in and fed them to Gao Chang, then returned to the living room to watch TV and eat.

At 10:40, all the dishes were on the table: braised mackerel with chives, steamed crab and mantis shrimp, and a vegetable salad. Having been together for almost a year, Mo Xiao Wan never called Gao Chang "husband," "uncle," "brother," or even by his name; she always spoke directly. Gao Chang liked this approach. Since he didn't know how to address her, he simply didn't. "Is

this much for just the two of us? It's okay if we can't finish it all, we can eat slowly." Gao Chang picked up a piece of fish belly and a piece of fish back, placing them both in Xiao Wan's bowl: "Before, I thought the back meat was the best, then I thought the belly meat was the best, and now, I don't know which one I like anymore." Xiao Wan happily ate the fish. After a while, two mantis shrimp, their shells peeled, were placed in front of her: "Here you go."

Xiao Wan's eyes shone with a light she had only ever seen when she was with Gu Bei: "No need, Uncle, I can do it myself." This was the first time she had addressed him as such, not speaking directly. Even as she said this, she couldn't help but smile, a sweet smile that had once belonged only to one person, a sweetness Gao Chang

had never seen before. The sweeter her smile, the happier he was: "Eat up, I'll peel some more for you." Xiao Wan was already smiling like a sunflower, her mouth agape: "Then, I'll eat!" She suddenly became mischievous; he had never seen her so playful. His heart skipped a beat. A year of kindness towards her, helping her with work and life—had he finally won her heart? "Eat up, seeing you happy tastes better than me eating mantis shrimp."

Xiao Wan kept smiling, then looked down at him affectionately before lowering her head to eat the mantis shrimp he had peeled for her. They both ate a very satisfying and happy lunch. Afterwards, Xiao Wan told Gao Chang to rest for a while, and she took the dishes and utensils to the kitchen to wash and tidy up.

Gao Chang walked in, hugged her from behind, and started nibbling her ear. Xiao Wan, who was washing dishes, was startled

by his touch and said coquettishly, "Stop it, you're so annoying! Can't you see I'm washing dishes? You wash yours, I'll do mine." As he spoke, his actions became more unrestrained. His right hand slipped under the hem of Xiao Wan's shirt, caressing her smooth abdomen and moving up to her breasts: "We're not going out, why are you wearing this?" With that, he lifted Xiao Wan's bra with one hand and grabbed her right breast, kneading it.

This series of rapid actions caught Xiao Wan off guard, and she couldn't help but let out a few soft moans before collapsing into Gao Chang's arms:

"No, don't wait until I'm finished washing the dishes before you start washing mine." As he spoke, his long tongue darted out and kissed Mo Xiaowan's lips. Seeing she couldn't resist him, Xiaowan stopped what she was doing, turned her head, and their lips and tongues intertwined in a princess carry. They were on the double bed, where they had already made love hundreds of times. A frenzied kiss ensued, and Xiaowan's breathing became increasingly rapid. Seeing this, Gao Chang got up and took off his clothes, telling Xiaowan to undress herself. Xiaowan, like a docile lamb, took off her clothes. Suddenly, she noticed the curtains weren't drawn. The midday spring sun streamed into the room, making it feel very comfortable, but their current actions meant they had to block the view outside: "Pull the curtains," Xiaowan said, blushing, as she was left only in her underwear.

"No need, no one can see. It's good if they can," Gao Chang said, his penis erect, already naked. "I won't take them off if you don't pull them," Xiaowan said, pouting as she sat on the edge of the bed. Gao Chang smiled and went to draw the curtains. Xiao Wan then reached behind her back, unhooked the back clasp, removed the bra straps, and took off her bra. She then gently lifted her buttocks to pull her panties down to her thighs, and then pulled them off completely. Both of them were now naked.

Gao Chang stood by the window, admiring Mo Xiaowan's naked body as if admiring a work of art. Of course, he was only admiring this almost flawless work of art from a lewd perspective, except for her slightly small breasts. Xiao Wan then proactively lay down on the bed, looking at him tenderly, and said something she herself couldn't believe: "Come on up." Those three words made the lewd man's heart flutter.

Having been intimate with her hundreds of times, this was the first time he had seen her speak and act this way. He grinned lewdly and got onto the bed, placing himself in the same position as her. He propped himself up on the bed with his elbows, staring into her smiling eyes, and said: "Xiao Wan, I love you." Mo Xiaowan didn't speak, still smiling. Her smile was pure and sunny, showing no trace of sadness.

At this moment, she was truly happy and carefree, without a trace of sorrow. Her world consisted only of herself and Gao Chang; there was no Gu Bei, no one else, nothing at all. Listening to his confession, she happily nodded and said, "I know." "

Then do you love me? For a year, I've never heard you say you love me." "A rogue playing the sentimental card? It's an insult to sentimentality. It's like mixing a pile of shit into ice cream—do you think it tastes good? But Xiao Wan thinks it tastes amazing."

Mo Xiaowan, hearing his question, still smiled gently and nodded in response. "Xiao Wan, I don't want you to respond like that. I want you to tell me you love me."

Mo Xiaowan's bright eyes, devoid of his lecherous gaze, looked at him sincerely and earnestly told him, "I love you." Gao Chang felt a surge of exhilaration, as if a shotgun had exploded inside him. His penis hardened instantly. He lowered his elbow, pressed his lips to hers, and began a passionate kiss. His chest pressed against her soft, smooth, white breasts—a prelude to their encounter.

He had thought about licking her there before, and had even asked and done it, but she always refused. If he forced himself on her, she would tremble and even cry. This time, however, Gao Chang thought she would accept it, so he kissed her from her breasts to her navel, and then her lower abdomen. Sure enough, contrary to his expectations, Xiao Wan didn't tremble or resist this time. Instead, she gently embraced his head with her delicate hands.

Gao Chang was thrilled. This was the first time he had done this while she was awake. His tongue finally touched the fragrant spot he had longed for. To his surprise, she not only agreed to oral sex, but her body also became very wet. In the past, he often needed lubricant to penetrate her, but this time, she was already completely wet before he had even done much. When

his tongue touched her still tender labia, Mo Xiao Wan shuddered. It wasn't the fearful tremor she usually showed, but a stimulating and pleasurable shudder. Gao Chang felt as if he had tasted the most delicious food in the world. He licked her once, twice, three times, from the bottom of her labia to the top, repeating this over and over. Xiao Wan felt incredibly comfortable.

She then realized that oral sex, which she had always resisted, was actually so pleasurable. She felt so good that she kept gripping Gao Chang's head and moaning softly. These were the kinds of moans Gao Chang had never heard before, not only from Mo Xiaowan, but from any of the women he had ever slept with.

What did the warbling of nightingales and orioles amount to compared to Xiao Wan's sweet, melodious cries? Having licked enough of the outside, the damned tongue probed inwards, burying his face deep within Xiao Wan's fragrant flesh, thrusting hard, like a pig thrusting into a cabbage, thrusting, thrusting, then his tongue also slipped inside her labia, exploring a little inside her vaginal opening.

Mo Xiao Wan's moans had turned into screams, each sound reaching Gao Chang's ears, further stimulating his lust. The woman below, enjoying the sensation, took her hands off her head and gripped the sheets tightly, her head tilting forcefully to one side, her teeth clenched and her brows furrowed. It seemed that oral sex alone had brought her to climax. He finally licked enough, climbed up from between her legs, and shifted his body upwards.

His penis moved closer to her tender spot, wet with a mixture of love juice and saliva. He grasped the shaft, rubbed the glans against her slippery vulva a few times, and then squeezed in. The tight, gentle embrace was as pleasurable and satisfying as ever. With enough foreplay, Xiao Wan was well into the mood for sex. From soft moans to screams to her current gentle panting, she experienced three states.

Undoubtedly, the feeling of her tender, fresh vagina being filled with his hard penis and being thrust in and out was the most pleasurable. Because it was the most pleasurable, her moans became soft and beautiful, making it sound like she was truly enjoying herself. After a few dozen thrusts, Gao Chang kissed Xiao Wan's lips again. She didn't mind that he had just licked her genitals. The two kissed passionately, and she wrapped her arms around his back. She had never felt so tight before. A few minutes later, Gao Chang withdrew, and Xiao Wan's pleasure ended. This was the first time she complained about why he had stopped. He just smiled mischievously and said, "I'm tired. Come on top."

He then told Xiao Wan to get up and lay down in the spot where she had just been fucked. "But I don't know how," Xiao Wan said, her face flushing red to her neck at the thought of such a shameful position. "You can learn if you don't know how. There's always a first time. If you don't learn, you'll never know, baby. Now it's my turn to say those three words to you." "Hmm, what three words?" Gao Chang mimicked Xiao Wan's tone.

Xiao Wan's face burned again, and she lowered her eyes, saying softly, "You're so annoying." But she still followed his instructions, slowly spreading her legs and straddling the man, moving towards the correct position. Gao Chang straightened his penis with his right hand and reached for Xiao Wan's right hand with his left to grasp his glans. She resisted, but he persisted. Her delicate hand touched that hot, ugly thing, then aimed it at the entrance of her wet vagina. "

Yes, just sit down." As Gao Chang spoke, he reached out with his left hand to touch her pert buttocks, encouraging her to sit down. Xiao Wan gently pressed her buttocks down, and her upright, rosy lips swallowed the entire head of his penis. At this moment, Gao Chang's right hand left his penis and touched the right half of her buttocks. He held her pert, smooth buttocks from both sides and pressed them down. Xiao Wan also sat down smoothly, finally sitting down.

Her buttocks pressed against his thighs, and his penis was completely swallowed by her upright lips. The moan sounded very comfortable and satisfying. Gao Chang lay there watching her shy yet pleasurable appearance, feeling particularly comfortable. He held her buttocks and moved her up and down, letting the tender flesh of her vaginal walls actively rub against his penis, letting her take the lead, making both of them feel comfortable.

After moving her up and down a dozen times, Gao Chang released her. Xiao Wan continued moving up and down with the same rhythm, her eyes looking down, avoiding Gao Chang's gaze and his face. Although they were still somewhat awkward, he could see and feel her effort. He reached out and took her hand, their fingers intertwining tightly. They looked like a couple deeply in love; even during sex, the traces of their love were visible—so sweet, so blissful.

[The End]

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