[Urban] Boundless Eroticism in the Countryside (Complete) - 19-21

Chapter 81

A certain part of Zhao Zijie's body was limp. "I don't know if I can have any more fun." She leaned forward and gently bit Zhao Zijie's earlobe: "Oh, maybe I can make you feel better." Before she touched Zhao Zijie's penis, it was already half-hard. When her wet lips took Zhao Zijie's penis into her mouth, he immediately felt a burning sensation, hard and stiff, and he started panting. "Aunt Xu, I..."

"Call me Xu Qiaolan."

"Xu Qiaolan, I want to ejaculate inside you again."

"Do you want it?" she said, letting Zhao Zijie's glans rub all over her face, smearing her dark lipstick. Oh, that feels great, "I want it, but if you continue like this, sucking with your mouth, sucking me with your mouth, I might ejaculate." She held Zhao Zijie's erect penis against his abdomen, licking it up and down. "The first time we had sex, you drove me so crazy that I pushed you down and possessed you. Don't you want to possess me? Don't you want to ride on top of me, fucking me like a prostitute you hired? Don't you want to fuck me like a bitch?" She lifted Zhao Zijie's penis and quickly flicked her tongue across the sensitive folds beneath his throbbing glans. "Don't you want to?"

Zhao Zijie jumped up, throwing Xu Qiaolan upside down, then grabbed her ankles and dragged her to the center of the bed. As he crouched between her legs, aiming at her vagina, she grinned. Zhao Zijie was very excited; he wanted to fuck her immediately, but he wasn't sure how to insert his penis into her. He slid his glans up and down in her slit, searching for the entrance.

"Lower, Zijie," Xu Qiaolan said. Zhao Zijie lowered the angle of his penis, pushed forward, and then "plop." When Zhao Zijie entered, he almost fell into her arms. "Oh..." she moaned. Zhao Zijie placed his hands on either side of her head, making it obvious that he was thrusting in and out of her as quickly as possible, causing the bed to shake and creak with each thrust. Xu Qiaolan's legs curled up like snakes and wrapped around Zhao Zijie's waist, which encouraged him even more. She placed her hands on Zhao Zijie's arms, her nails digging into his biceps. Zhao Zijie suddenly saw the sharp claws of Su's mother.

He grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the bed, then began to push his buttocks towards her. She liked it. "Fuck me!" "

Fuck you like a prostitute, Xu Qiaolan?"

"I've been rented and paid for, you can do whatever you want."

Zhao Zijie went mad with intense lust, his buttocks slamming against Xu Qiaolan's pelvis, as if he wanted to squeeze every last drop of his own from her. Thanks to his earlier orgasm, he had more stamina, but his arms, pinned to the bed and supporting his weight, were starting to feel tired. "Don't you want to fuck me like a bitch?" she said, her frantic eyes fixed on her crotch.

"I already am,"

Zhao Zijie roared, then thrust even harder. Her tongue darted out and licked her upper lip, back and forth, over and over. Zhao Zijie released her wrists and leaned down to suck her tongue into his mouth. He sucked her tongue as he fucked her, and he saw Xu Qiaolan's eyes roll back. When Zhao Zijie released her tongue, she said, "You don't want me to be on all fours, you don't want to grab my ass and slam it against my ass, don't you want to hear me beg?"

Zhao Zijie pulled out his penis, and frantically, as he flipped her over, forcing her into a kneeling position, she giggled. "Be rough with me, baby," she said, still giggling. "Beg!"

Zhao Zijie demanded domineeringly. "No!"

Zhao Zijie pushed his erect penis against her ass: "Beg me!" She laughed: "Fuck you!"

Zhao Zijie lowered his head between her legs, burying his face in her butt crack, his tongue rising and entering her vagina, his nose touching her anus.

"Oh, how did you know to do this?" she groaned. Zhao Zijie continued licking her vulva: "Beg me!" Before she spoke, she let Zhao Zijie's tongue lick her for a while: "Okay, Zhao Zijie, please fuck me!"

"No, beg me!"

"Oh, stop fooling around! We don't have much time left, I want you to fuck me from behind! Darling, hurry up!"

Zhao Zijie didn't answer, he just continued to let his nose be squeezed between her buttocks, his nose gently arching against her anus, his tongue like a piston, until finally Xu Qiaolan groaned and cried out: "Zhao Zijie, I beg you, I beg you, I need a cock! Fuck me, please! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" She cried out excitedly and loudly. She quickly and lewdly twisted her buttocks, letting the pubic hair between her buttocks rub against Zhao Zijie's face. Zhao Zijie's nose rubbed against her anus.

Wow! So exciting! He couldn't take it anymore, Zhao Zijie's penis was already swollen and painful. Zhao Zijie's knee snapped back, manipulating his penis to penetrate her deeply. "Ohhhhhh..." she cried out as Zhao Zijie thrust in again. He stared down at her plump, fragrant buttocks, which swayed with each thrust. He loved watching his glistening cock slide in and out of her wet passage. As he pounded her, her heavy breasts swayed faster and faster. "You fucking have such big, fucking beautiful tits!" As he thrust in and out, he reached out and embraced her, caressing the nipple on her breast.

"You fucking have such a great cock, I want to feel it explode inside me again."

"Xu Qiaolan, are you sure you never want to do this again?"

Zhao Zijie said. She let out a hoarse laugh: "I'm sure I want to!"

Zhao Zijie began to lose his mind. He grabbed her buttocks and thrust himself in and out of her like a piston. Xu Qiaolan threw her head back, her black hair cascading down her back: "Ahhh... I've changed my mind..."

Zhao Zijie couldn't take it anymore. There were too many temptations—her hair, her breasts, her buttocks, her slippery vulva, and her dark brown anus... "Oh, Xu Qiaolan!"

Zhao Zijie whimpered. This time, he didn't call her "Xu Qiaolan." He gripped her buttocks and thrust himself in as deeply as possible, feeling his penis trembling and quivering inside her. Zhao Zijie closed his eyes and let out a long breath. "Wow!" That was all Zhao Zijie could think of to say.

Xu Qiaolan was panting, her face buried in the pillow. Zhao Zijie slumped against her, his face pressed against hers on the pillow. They lay there for about a minute until their breathing returned to normal. Xu Qiaolan looked up. "Damn, Zhao Zijie."

Zhao Zijie had to ask if it was enjoyable. "Ah...aha!" She rolled over and grabbed a handbag from the bedside. "I have just enough time to enjoy this." She took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. "If you sleep with a woman and then she lies down and lights a cigarette, you know you fucked her well."

"Zhao Zijie fucked you well?" She exhaled a cloud of milky smoke. "You fucked me so well, you're fucking amazing."

"I have a good teacher." She smiled. "Someone who offered herself up." Xu Qiaolan lifted her golden head and looked at the clock. "Well!" She sighed. "Twenty minutes before I have to leave."

"I don't know if I can still do this."

Zhao Zijie sighed. "You'll be surprised. I know that if we have time, I can get you interested again. If you have time, you'll learn from your girlfriend how many times you can do it, and she's a decent girl." Zhao

Zijie caressed her buttocks: "Do you have to leave?" She took a drag of her cigarette and exhaled a thick smoke: "I have to leave. Our flight leaves in 90 minutes. I have to see Wang Decheng in the lobby downstairs within 20 minutes, and I need a quick shower because I can't go on the plane smelling like this." "

Like what?"

"Like that smell, I have wetness, sweat, and that stuff on me. If I go on the plane smelling like that, I'll be detained for indecent exposure, even if I'm fully clothed." She jumped off the bed: "Can you do me a big favor? Put this mink coat in that big plastic garment case in the closet? I'll be out in a minute. Call a waiter in about ten minutes." She stubbed out her cigarette and closed the bathroom door. While she showered, Zhao Zijie did what she asked, put the coat away, and called a waiter. Zhao Zijie felt amused and pleased, convinced that that thing... that thing was the most beautiful thing in the world. Moreover, the woman Zhao Zijie had just spent his spring with was about to leave, forever. She didn't belong to Zhao Zijie. Zhao Zijie had already lost Xu Qiaolan. How could Zhao Zijie find a woman like her, a woman who, frankly, was just a fantasy of his? Zhao Zijie was happy that his dream had come true, but what could he do now?

Zhao Zijie heard the water turn off. A minute later, Xu Qiaolan appeared: "See my shorts nearby?" "

You're going to go wearing these?"

Zhao Zijie asked incredulously, holding up her black transparent shorts. "I'm sure Wang Decheng will do 'that' in the airplane lavatory, so maybe I'd rather wear something exciting." She saw the shocked expression on Zhao Zijie's face: "I told you I'm a little slut."

Zhao Zijie saw Xu Qiaolan put on khaki shorts and a light pink blouse. She tied her hair into a short ponytail. In just a few minutes, she transformed from a meowing, sexy kitten into a proper housewife. "How do I look?" she asked. "Beautiful." At this moment, Zhao Zijie began to cry. Zhao Zijie couldn't control himself. She pulled him closer, his tears staining her blouse with dark spots. Zhao Zijie tried to calm himself. "I really don't want you to leave,"

he sniffled. "I know," she said, gently stroking his hair. "Maybe doing this with you was a mistake."

"No, no, I wouldn't trade it for anything."

"You'll have a funny story to tell your friends during those late-night chats."

"It seems like no one will believe me."

"When they see you with girls on either side of you, calling you one after another begging you to take them to bed, then they'll believe you."

"I'll only believe it when I see it." Just then, there was a knock at the door. Xu Qiaolan opened it and greeted the waiter, a boy about Zhao Zijie's age. She handed him a protective sleeve and told him to wait for her at the front desk. The boy looked at Xu Qiaolan, then at Zhao Zijie, then back at Xu Qiaolan, and then left. "What a strange thing. What was he thinking?" “Xu Qiaolan asked. “Maybe he hopes it’s me.” She laughed: “Maybe there’s something disgusting on your nose?”

“No way?”

Zhao Zijie subconsciously touched his nose, because he had indeed touched her anus just now. “Just kidding! Okay, I have to go.”

“I know,”

Zhao Zijie calmed down now: “This will be the most beautiful memory of my life.” Now it was Xu Qiaolan’s turn to cry, but only for a moment. She hugged Zhao Zijie, a long hug that Zhao Zijie wished would never end, but Zhao Zijie was the one who finally broke the kiss: “You have to catch your flight.” She wiped away her scattered tears: “You can stay for a while, if you like. There won’t be room checks before three o’clock. You can ask room service, and then take a shower. You smell as strong as me, so you’ll get a lot of strange looks on your way home.”

Zhao Zijie told her he would, and she turned to leave. “Oh! Damn it!” "I forgot to tell you, I hate dumping garbage. We forgot to throw it out, but we left the garage door opener in our mailbox for the movers. That way, you can go into the garage and throw the trash out tomorrow?"

"Of course, no problem."

"Thank you," she looked at Zhao Zijie, "I hope that won't be the last thing I say to you, 'Throw out the trash.'"

"I think we'll meet again someday."

"I hope so."

Zhao Zijie and Xu Qiaolan hugged, and she kissed Zhao Zijie's cheek. She walked towards the door, and Zhao Zijie said, "Say goodbye to Wang Decheng for me. Thank you, for everything."

"I will." She opened the door, went out, and then turned back to wink at Zhao Zijie. "You filthy bastard!"

"You slut!" She laughed and left. Without her, the apartment looked very, very empty. Zhao Zijie quickly showered, reluctantly washing away Xu Qiaolan's scent. He then ordered a lavish meal from room service, eating like an emperor. After a short nap, he decided it was time to go home. He took the elevator down to the lobby, returned his room key, and was informed by a smiling clerk that the bill had been paid. Zhao Zijie stepped outside into the bright sunshine; it was truly a beautiful day. Xu Qiaolan was panting, her face buried in the pillow. Zhao Zijie slumped against her, his face pressed against hers on the pillow. They lay there for about a minute until their breathing returned to normal. Xu Qiaolan looked up: "Damn it, Zhao Zijie."

Zhao Zijie couldn't help but ask if it was enjoyable. "Ah...ah ha!" She rolled over and grabbed a handbag from the bedside table. "I have just enough time to enjoy this." She took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. "If you sleep with a woman and then she lies down and lights a cigarette, you know you fucked her well."

"Zhao Zijie fucked you well?" She exhaled a cloud of milky smoke. "You fucked me so well, you're fucking amazing."

"I have a good teacher," she smiled. "Someone who offered herself up." Xu Qiaolan lifted her golden head and looked at the clock. "Well!" She sighed. "Twenty minutes before I have to leave."

"I don't know if I can still do this,"

Zhao Zijie sighed. "You'll be surprised. I know I can get you interested again if we have time. If you have time, you'll learn from your girlfriend how many times you can do it, and she's a decent girl." Zhao

Zijie caressed her buttocks. "Do you have to leave?" She took a drag of her cigarette and exhaled a thick smoke. "I have to leave. Our flight leaves in 90 minutes. I need to see Wang Decheng in the lobby downstairs within 20 minutes, and I need a quick shower because I can't go on the plane smelling like this." "

Like what?"

"That kind of smell, the smell of wetness, sweat, and that stuff on me—if I smelled like that on a plane, I'd be detained for indecent exposure, even if I were fully clothed." She jumped out of bed. "Can you do me a big favor? Put this mink coat in that big plastic garment case in the closet? I'll be out in a minute. Call a waiter in about ten minutes." She stubbed out her cigarette and closed the bathroom door. While she showered, Zhao Zijie did what she asked, putting the coat away and calling a waiter. Zhao Zijie felt amused and pleased, convinced that... that kind of thing was the most beautiful thing in the world. And the woman Zhao Zijie had just spent his night with was leaving, forever. She didn't belong to Zhao Zijie. Zhao Zijie had already lost Xu Qiaolan. How could Zhao Zijie find a woman like that, a woman he had only fantasized about? Zhao Zijie was happy that his dream had come true, but what to do now?

Zhao Zijie heard the water turn off, and a minute later, Xu Qiaolan appeared: "Did you see my shorts nearby?"

"You're going to go wearing these?"

Zhao Zijie asked incredulously, holding up her black see-through shorts. "I'm sure Wang Decheng will do 'that' in the airplane lavatory, so maybe I'd rather wear something exciting." She saw the shocked look on Zhao Zijie's face: "I told you I'm a little slut."

Zhao Zijie saw Xu Qiaolan put on khaki shorts and a light pink blouse, and she tied her hair into a short ponytail. In just a few minutes, she transformed from a meowing, sexy kitten into a proper housewife. "How do I look?" she asked. "Beautiful." At this point, Zhao Zijie started to cry. Zhao Zijie couldn't control himself; she pulled him closer, and his tears left dark stains on her blouse. Zhao Zijie tried to calm himself down. "I really don't want you to go,"

Zhao Zijie sniffled. "I know." "She said, gently stroking Zhao Zijie's hair. "Maybe doing this with you was a mistake."

"No, no, I wouldn't trade it for anything."

"You'll have a funny story to tell your friends during those late-night chats."

"It seems like no one will believe me."

"When they see you with girls on either side of you, and girls keep calling you begging you to take them to bed, then they'll believe you." "

I'll only believe it when I see it." Just then, someone knocked on the door. Xu Qiaolan opened it and greeted the waiter, a boy about Zhao Zijie's age. She handed him a protective cover and told him to wait for her at the front desk. The boy looked at Xu Qiaolan, then at Zhao Zijie, then back at Xu Qiaolan, and then left. "What's he thinking?" Xu Qiaolan asked. "Maybe he hopes it's me." She laughed: "Maybe there's something disgusting on your nose?"

"Really?"

Zhao Zijie subconsciously touched his nose, because he had indeed touched her anus. "Just kidding!" "Okay, I have to go."

"I know,"

Zhao Zijie said, now calmer, "this will be one of the best memories of my life." Now it was Xu Qiaolan's turn to cry, but only for a moment. She hugged Zhao Zijie, a long hug that Zhao Zijie wished would never end, but he was the one who finally broke the embrace: "You have to catch your flight." She wiped away her scattered tears: "You can stay a while, if you like. There won't be room checks before three o'clock. You can ask room service, then take a shower. You smell as strong as me, so you'll get a lot of strange looks on your way home."

Zhao Zijie told her he would, and she turned to leave. "Oh! Damn it! I forgot to tell you, I hate dumping garbage. We forgot to throw the trash out, but we left the garage door opener in our mailbox for the movers to use. That way, you can go into the garage tomorrow and throw out that junk?" “

Of course, no problem.”

“Thank you,” she looked at Zhao Zijie, “I don’t want that to be the last thing I say to you, ‘Throw away those trash.’”

“I think we’ll meet again someday.”

“I hope so.”

Zhao Zijie and Xu Qiaolan hugged, she kissed Zhao Zijie’s cheek, and she walked towards the door. Zhao Zijie said, “Say goodbye to Wang Decheng for me. Thank you, for everything.”

“I will.” She opened the door, went out, and then turned back to wink at Zhao Zijie. “You filthy bastard!”

“You slut!” She laughed and left. Without her, the apartment looked very, very empty. Zhao Zijie quickly finished showering, reluctantly washing away Xu Qiaolan's scent. Then, he ordered a large meal from room service and ate like an emperor. After taking a short nap, he decided it was time to go home. He took the elevator down to the lobby, returned his room key, and was informed by a smiling waiter that the bill had been paid. Zhao Zijie stepped outside into the bright sunshine; it was truly a beautiful day.

Xu Qiaolan left, and Zhao Zijie's life returned to normal. However, Wang Decheng's car deeply affected Zhao Zijie. Although Zhao Zijie had driven Wang Decheng's car before, he had only learned to drive when playing with classmates at school and had not obtained a driver's license. After Wang Decheng left, Zhao Zijie had the urge to buy a car. However, this suggestion was met with unanimous opposition from Liu Yuemei and Wu Ni. The mother and daughter had a vague feeling that Zhao Zijie was gradually reducing his contact with them, which meant that Zhao Zijie might be a womanizer and was having extramarital affairs.

Wu Ni, true to her nature, wanted to confront Zhao Zijie, but Liu Yuemei stopped her. Liu Yuemei understood that her relationship with Zhao Zijie was already ambiguous, and speaking out would only hurt her and Wu Ni. Secondly, Liu Yuemei had indeed experienced too much pleasure from Zhao Zijie, and didn't want to create a rift. After all, finding a man who suited her wasn't easy for someone in her forties. Although Zhao Zijie had reduced his visits to Liu Yuemei and Wu Ni, he still cared for them. Therefore, Liu Yuemei became more accommodating towards his behavior. Seeing Liu Yuemei's reaction, Wu Ni remembered all the good Zhao Zijie had done for her, and under these circumstances, she turned a blind eye to the situation.

If Zhao Zijie bought another car, wouldn't it be even easier for him to find women? Liu Yuemei and Wu Ni wouldn't do something like that, poaching their own partners. So, under their insistence, Zhao Zijie had no choice but to settle for a truck, ostensibly for business purposes. Under these circumstances, Liu Yuemei and Wu Ni couldn't object, so Zhao Zijie bought a truck and started driving it. Although the truck couldn't compare to a car, Zhao Zijie had only graduated a year ago and couldn't afford a car. His feelings were understandable. Seeing the burning gazes of his neighbors while he was driving, Zhao Zijie felt a strange sense of unease.

Although Zhao Zijie wasn't focused on his work, perhaps due to his skillful management, both the fast food restaurant and the pig farm brought him considerable profits. In less than a year, his savings account had grown to seven figures. With this money, Zhao Zijie started trading futures. Perhaps due to exceptional luck, futures were in high demand at that time, allowing him to make another substantial profit. This sum was more than enough for him to live comfortably for the rest of his life, even if he stopped working.

After Zhao Zijie bought the truck, Wu Ni practically monopolized most of his afternoon rest time. Wu Ni had a feeling that by staying by Zhao Zijie's side, he would have less time and opportunity to philander. Another reason was that Zhao Zijie could ride his motorcycle, allowing Wu Ni to go wherever he wanted. And when Zhao Zijie was in the mood, no matter the time, he would have sex with Wu Ni, giving her a sense of pleasure. This was a major reason why Wu Ni wanted to stay close to Zhao Zijie. Liu Yuemei knew Wu Ni's thoughts and turned a blind eye to it.

Standing in front of the mirror, Zhao Zijie examined his naked body. His ordinary square face featured deep, bright eyes, a high nose, and sharply defined lips, giving this ordinary young man a cold and handsome air. He frowned, clenching his fists tightly in front of his chest, his pectoral muscles displayed in perfect curves. His flat stomach and powerful legs all spoke of his robust physique, while his manhood hung lazily between his legs, as if to say that it had been too long since he had been able to display his prowess.

With a stable income, Zhao Zijie was naturally in a good mood. In this state, he felt carefree. Although he hadn't yet received Zhao Yunlong's forgiveness, Zhao Zijie knew it was only a matter of time. The words Gao Qiujiang had spoken to him had made Zhao Zijie realize that his parents, after seeing his achievements, were slowly accepting his decision to start a business in the countryside.

Looking at his perfect physique, there was no smile on his face. He sighed heavily, pulled his briefs back on, and immediately a large bulge appeared between his legs. He turned and sat on the edge of the bed, lit a cigarette, and frowned deeply. His distress stemmed from Xu Qiaolan. Ever since he experienced different pleasures with Xu Qiaolan, Zhao Zijie's heart had become restless. However, since Xu Qiaolan left, Zhao Zijie had not yet chosen a suitable partner, which was the reason for his distress.

Just as Zhao Zijie was deep in thought, the phone rang inconveniently. He picked it up, and as soon as the call connected, Liu Song's impatient voice burst out: "Zijie, want a good job?" Liu Song was a friend Zhao Zijie had made after moving to Qingmei Town; they were practically brothers. Liu Song ran a tutoring center. These days, which parent doesn't want their child to get into a good school? So, Liu Song's tutoring center was thriving. Of course, this wasn't Zhao Zijie's concern. So, after hearing Liu Song's words, Zhao Zijie lazily asked, "What kind of job?" As he spoke, Zhao Zijie thought to himself, "I'm worth millions now, what do I need to be ashamed of? Isn't this life pretty good? It's just that life lacks the spice of women. Although Liu Yuemei and Wu Ni are with me, is food always better elsewhere? If I had the chance to try something different, that wouldn't be a bad thing."

Slowly... As Liu Song explained, Zhao Zijie gradually learned why Liu Song had called him. It turned out that a woman in her thirties had come to the tutoring center that afternoon, looking for a physics tutor for her 16-year-old daughter. However, the woman had high requirements; she insisted that the tutor be a college graduate, otherwise she wouldn't trust him. Liu Song's tutoring center only had one college graduate, and he was in high demand, with his schedule fully booked. So, out of desperation, Liu Song thought of Zhao Zijie, because among the people Liu Song knew, only Zhao Zijie met the woman's requirements.

When Zhao Zijie heard Liu Song pleadingly tell him about this, he couldn't help but feel a surge of joy. Originally, Zhao Zijie hadn't planned to go to the young woman's house, but judging from Liu Song's tone, the woman seemed quite attractive. His mind started racing. He thought that if he agreed, not only would Liu Song be grateful, but he might also find something from the woman. Under these circumstances, after briefly inquiring about the situation, Zhao Zijie agreed to go to her house first. He was determined that if the woman wasn't attractive, he would simply leave. Finding a reason to refuse her wouldn't be difficult for him.

After taking a shower and quickly washing up, Zhao Zijie set off. He was very confident in his appearance and didn't need to worry too much about his image. To him, although his looks were somewhat ordinary, he possessed a refined air, and coupled with his eloquent speech, few could refuse him. Following the address the young woman had left for the tutoring center, Zhao Zijie arrived at a residential building and called the address. The person on the other end gave him the exact location and told him to come by himself. Zhao Zijie couldn't help but smile bitterly; people these days had forgotten so much respect for teachers.

Finding the address, Zhao Zijie parked his car and strolled upstairs. The family lived on the third floor of unit three. This was an affluent neighborhood, mostly inhabited by successful people who had made their fortunes in the city and wanted to enjoy the fresh air of the countryside. Most of the cars parked in front of the building were luxury cars, making Zhao Zijie's car stand out conspicuously. But Zhao Zijie didn't care. If it weren't for Liu Yuemei and Wu Ni's objections, his own car would be more than twice as good as the ones here. He rang the doorbell, and after a while, he heard the clatter of slippers. The door clicked open, and for a moment, Zhao Zijie felt dizzy.

Standing in the doorway was a mature woman wearing only a bath towel; the scent of a recent shower wafted towards him. The woman's hair was draped over one side, and she was drying her wet hair with a towel. Her breasts, wrapped in the towel, appeared high and full, with a deep cleavage faintly visible. The towel only reached the lower edge of her buttocks, and with her movements, it undulated gently, revealing her long, white, slender legs completely exposed to Zhao Zijie. Zhao Zijie stared blankly, swallowing the "hello" that was on the tip of his tongue.

The woman, still oblivious, said, "Come in quickly. I was taking a shower, sorry to have kept you waiting." She stepped aside and looked up at Zhao Zijie. Suddenly, Zhao Zijie noticed her body stiffen, the towel falling from her hand, her face instantly turning bright red. Zhao Zijie continued to stare at the woman. She had an oval face, flushed cheeks, large eyes filled with surprise, a small nose, and moist, red lips shaped like an "O." Time seemed to have left few marks on her body. Zhao Zijie thought to himself, "What a beauty."

After an unknown amount of time, the woman first lowered her head, bent down, and turned to pick up the towel on the floor, saying hurriedly, "Please come in!" Unexpectedly, the hem of the towel parted along her beautifully curved thighs, revealing half of her round, full buttocks to Zhao Zijie. As if receiving a command to attack, a certain part of Zhao Zijie's body suddenly hardened, creating a small bulge in his jeans. Zhao Zijie realized this and quickly stepped into the house, hesitant to sit on the living room sofa, pretending to look around the room, his back to the woman. The woman picked up the towel, said, "Please sit down," and hurriedly went into the hallway leading from the living room to the bedroom.

Zhao Zijie had calmed his agitated emotions. It wasn't that he was unfamiliar with women's bodies; Liu Yuemei, Wu Ni, Xu Qiaolan, and Zhang Yuling were all undeniably alluring women. Although Zhao Zijie had experienced their charms and developed some immunity to beautiful women, the sight of a mature woman's body half-exposed before him this time still triggered a direct physical reaction. Zhao Zijie took a few deep breaths, and after lowering his gaze, he began to truly examine the room. It was a large living room with two large and one small white leather sofas against the wall. In the center was a rectangular steel-framed coffee table, on which were scattered several magazines. A bouquet of pale chrysanthemums sat in a large vase beside the table. Sunlight streamed from the balcony's floor-to-ceiling windows onto the orange-yellow floor, creating a warm and comfortable atmosphere. The stereo opposite the sofas was playing his favorite song, "Hotel California."

Just then, the woman reappeared from the corridor, a faint blush still on her face. She had changed into a light green loungewear set, a gentle smile on her lips. She said to Zhao Zijie, who was standing to the side, "Please sit down. They said it was a female tutor, but a man showed up." She had regained her usual composure, and her kind tone completely dispelled any lingering worry Zhao Zijie might have had about the earlier incident. Zhao Zijie sat on the sofa, and the woman sat opposite him, her legs casually crossed, one small, white foot gently swinging. "Please introduce yourself," the woman said softly.

Zhao Zijie felt no nervousness. Having gradually adjusted to the initial amazement, he calmed down. He looked into the woman's eyes and fluently introduced his resume, explaining that he had passed the CET-6 with a high score of 86. The woman also looked at the ordinary-looking man before her, her eyes seemingly sparkling with Zhao Zijie's introduction. After Zhao Zijie finished, the woman briefly introduced herself and her daughter.

The woman's name was Stefanie Sun. She was the HR manager of a foreign company, and her husband was the marketing manager of the same company, often traveling abroad for work. Their daughter was in the third year of junior high school, excelling in other subjects but struggling with physics, which was why she was looking for a tutor. During the woman's introduction, Zhao Zijie seemed to be listening, but he was already captivated by her charm. He had never met a woman so elegant and gentle. After her introduction, the woman said to Zhao Zijie, "I'm very satisfied with your situation. However, since my daughter is about to take the high school entrance exam, I hope you can stay with me temporarily, preferably starting work soon."

Zhao Zijie was powerless against this womanly charm and, infatuated, agreed to start tomorrow. The woman said, "My daughter went to her grandmother's house today. You should go back and tidy up, and move in tomorrow."

Zhao Zijie said goodbye to the Sun family, his mind still filled with Stefanie Sun's beautiful face. After Zhao Zijie left, Stefanie Sun sat quietly on the sofa, her cheeks flushed again, making her even more radiant. Her husband was often abroad, rarely returning home more than a few times a year. At 36, she had channeled all her pent-up emotions into her busy work. But today, Zhao Zijie's arrival—his ordinary yet somewhat youthful, confident and calm face—slowly released the deepest desires from the depths of her heart.

She exhaled a breath of hot air, composed herself, and smiled inwardly, "What's wrong with me!" But reason ultimately triumphed over desire. She softly murmured Zhao Zijie's name, one hand already slipping under the hem of her loungewear, gently stroking upwards along her flat stomach. Her body tensed with physical tension, her breathing becoming rapid. Her slender hand finally reached the edge of her pair of full, firm breasts, proudly erect and tightly encased in her loungewear. Although she was thirty-six years old, her breasts remained firm and upright, showing no signs of sagging. She gently caressed the edges of her breasts with her fingertips, the air she exhaled growing hotter, making the sensitive nipple on her breasts tinge with a faint, deep red.

The nipple on Sun Yanzi's breasts was quite slender, about the length of a finger joint when erect. As she was now a woman, the nipple had changed from pink to red, appearing even more vibrant. She grasped her breast with her right hand, swaying it, letting the sensitive nipple rub against her cotton clothing. The intense pleasure sent a burning sensation through her lower abdomen. She closed her eyes, her eyelids fluttering slightly, and soft moans escaped her lips. The friction of her clothing was no longer enough; with her left hand, she laboriously unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her engorged, red breasts to the cool air. She placed her hands on her breasts and began to knead them vigorously, her white skin peeking out from between her fingers.

She tightened her legs, using their strength to relieve the itching in that sensitive area, her moans growing louder. The itching in that sensitive area intensified; her right hand slipped into her trousers, while her left hand used her fingertips to scratch the protruding point on her breast. Her breathing became heavy, and she let out soft moans. Her right hand slipped into her panties, sliding over the bulging triangle, the crotch already soaked with her vaginal fluid. She pressed hard on the most sensitive part of her body, accompanied by a long moan.

Her hair was now disheveled, her breasts exposed; her right hand swept across that most sensitive area, reaching the long slit. With a forceful press, her index finger sank into the soft crevice, the hot, red fluid from the crevice coating her finger. She rubbed her index finger along the narrow crevice repeatedly, her moans now tinged with sobs. She inserted her index finger into her body, a wave of satisfaction instantly washing over her. Her body stiffened, and she quickly moved her index finger in and out, the fluid making a slapping sound.

"Ah..." She felt like she was going crazy, simultaneously rubbing her already reddened, most sensitive spot with her thumb. Her head swayed back and forth on the sofa, and now she had two fingers in and out. Finally, with a long groan, her body trembled violently on the sofa; she had reached the peak of her excitement. Fluid soaked through her briefs and outer pants, leaving a stain on the sofa. While Stefanie Sun was still on the sofa, eyes closed, savoring the afterglow of extreme excitement, she heard the sound of a key being inserted into the lock. Stefanie Sun quickly stood up and started buttoning her shirt. A young girl walked into the room, "Mom, I'm back from Grandma's!" "Sun Yanzi didn't have time to clean up the mess beneath her, and simply replied, 'Oh, go wash up, it's hot enough!' The little girl came over and hugged Sun Yanzi's head from behind, saying coquettishly, 'Mommy, I've been gone all day, did you miss me?' Sun Yanzi smiled lovingly and said, 'Of course I did,' but still didn't move.

The little girl noticed her mother's nervousness, felt the warmth of Sun Yanzi's face on her arm, and quickly said, 'Mommy, are you feeling unwell? Why is your face so hot?' Sun Yanzi quickly said, 'No, no, I just did some aerobics, and I'm all sweaty.' The little girl happily said, 'Okay, Mommy, then you can shower with me, it's been so long since you showered with me.' Sun Yanzi repeatedly refused, but how could she resist her mischievous daughter? She had no choice but to agree and let her daughter pull her to the bathroom, leaving a puddle of water on the sofa." Sun Yanzi's daughter, Liu Fangfei, was a student at a prestigious junior high school in the county. Outgoing by nature, with a ponytail and a round face, she inherited Sun Yanzi's looks—delicate and pretty, with fair skin, thin lips, and even, white teeth. At 16, she was already like a lotus emerging from the water, her small, round breasts and taut hips proudly tracing a beautiful curve behind her. However, seemingly in a girl's nature, she always struggled with physics, which was why Sun Yanzi was considering hiring a tutor for her.

On the way to the bathroom, Sun Yanzi's outer pants were already soaked with fluid, and her delicate petals trembled with the friction of her clothing. To avoid arousing her daughter's suspicion, she deliberately walked behind her. Entering the bathroom, Liu Fangfei giggled and took Sun Yanzi's hand, saying, "Mom, let me serve you today and help you undress." Her hand was already reaching for Sun Yanzi's shirt. Sun Yanzi quickly dodged, not wanting her daughter's hand to brush against the still-erect breast. Unexpectedly, her legs went weak, and she leaned against the wall. Liu Fangfei, oblivious, seized the opportunity to unbutton her mother's shirt, revealing a pair of round, full breasts, their long nipples proudly erect. Sun Yanzi gasped involuntarily.

Liu Fangfei, still childlike, smiled and gently touched her mother's breasts, saying, "Mommy, you're so beautiful." Stimulated by this, Sun Yanzi felt another surge of moisture in her sensitive area. She quickly grabbed Liu Fangfei's hand, saying, "Little kids shouldn't touch like that!" Liu Fangfei blushed and muttered softly, "It's for Daddy to touch!" She quickly jumped away and started taking off her clothes. Sun Yanzi scolded, "You little brat, you wash yourself. Mommy's going to find a change of clothes." She then slipped away while Liu Fangfei wasn't looking.

Back in his dormitory, Zhao Zijie's mind was still filled with Sun Yanzi's face. This was an emotion he had never experienced in his short life; desire slowly began to grow within him. The night seemed so long; he so desperately longed to see that gentle woman again. He called Liu Yuemei and Wu Ni, telling them he had to help a friend and that he might not be back for a while, asking them not to look for him. Hearing that Zhao Zijie was helping a friend and that it was tutoring, Liu Yuemei and Wu Ni were naturally relieved. They told him to take care of himself and then hung up. The

next day, Zhao Zijie packed a few simple things and went to Sun Yanzi's door again in the evening. His heart pounded as he rang the doorbell; his usual composure was nowhere to be found. Just as he rang the doorbell, the door opened with a snap. Zhao Zijie was startled, and Sun Yanzi inside was also taken aback. Although she had been waiting for Zhao Zijie's arrival, the speed at which the door opened seemed rather inappropriate. Her face flushed again, and she hurriedly explained, "I was just at the door when you arrived, so..."

Zhao Zijie also quickly said, "I didn't mean to." Both he and she were stunned, then chuckled softly, the awkward atmosphere instantly dissipating.

Sun Yanzi said, "Come in and sit down. My daughter also wants to meet you, her teacher."

Zhao Zijie savored the word "also" and walked into the living room. As soon as he entered, a girl jumped in front of Sun Yanzi, "Mom, what were you laughing about?" Sun Yanzi blushed again, "Nothing, please let the teacher in and sit down."

Zhao Zijie sat on the sofa, and couldn't help but privately compare the mother and daughter. Today, Stefanie Sun wore a black low-cut dress, just an arm's length above her knees, revealing her voluptuous figure. Her high, firm breasts created a deep cleavage, and her skin appeared even whiter against the black dress. The hem of the dress, pulled up as she sat, accentuated her long legs, exuding a mature woman's aura. She avoided looking into Zhao Zijie's bright eyes, turning her head to look at her daughter.

Liu Fangfei, on the other hand, was dressed in a youthful outfit: a yellow tight-fitting t-shirt that accentuated her small breasts, and a pink pleated skirt that reached her knees. Her bright eyes were fixed on Zhao Zijie. For a moment, the three people in the room were speechless. An indescribable feeling permeated the air between them. Sun Yanzi felt as if the young man opposite her could see her naked body, her rounded breasts, and her private, sensitive area. The protrusion on her breasts swelled up again, and her sensitive area began to burn. She quickly pressed her legs together and said to her daughter, "Introduce yourself so this Brother Zhao can get to know you. I'll go make some tea." With that, she stood up and went to the kitchen.

Liu Fangfei saw her mother leave and suddenly smiled at Zhao Zijie, saying, "You're so ordinary, but I feel incredibly close to you, really!"

Zhao Zijie was a little amused by Liu Fangfei's words and said, "You should still introduce yourself." Liu Fangfei pouted and began to speak. At this moment, Sun Yanzi had already made the tea and sat down to listen quietly. Liu Fangfei was very eloquent, and her clear voice echoed throughout the living room. She vividly described how pedantic the old physics teacher was, and how the classmates had played pranks on him. The three of them laughed so hard they were doubled over. Zhao Zijie, who had just taken a sip of tea, spat it out, soaking his t-shirt and jeans. He didn't know what to do. Liu Fangfei laughed uncontrollably beside him.

Sun Yanzi muttered a curse under her breath and quickly went over to help Zhao Zijie wipe himself with a tissue. Just as she bent over, her cleavage was fully exposed to Zhao Zijie's view. Her white skin, full breasts, and deep cleavage stunned him, and a certain part of his body quickly became erect again. Sun Yanzi, of course, noticed this. Her pretty face flushed, and her wiping movements slowed down. Her small hands touched Zhao Zijie's strong pectoral muscles, she smelled his strong masculine scent, and her eyes saw the tent in his jeans. The intense desire from yesterday resurfaced in her heart, and her small hands slowly moved towards Zhao Zijie's tent.

Just then, Liu Fangfei said, "Mom's not done drying yet! I haven't finished telling my story." Both of them jolted, realizing there was someone else beside them. Sun Yanzi quickly stood up, gave Zhao Zijie a deep look, and said, "That's enough for today. Teacher Zhao has been busy all day. Take a shower first, then we'll eat." Liu Fangfei pouted and said, "I haven't been this happy in a long time!"

Zhao Zijie quickly said, "It's okay, just change your clothes. I'll listen to you tell your story in a bit." He then practically fled towards the corridor.

Once inside, Zhao Zijie realized he didn't know which room he would be staying in. At that moment, Sun Yanzi came over, lowered her head, and whispered, "You'll stay in the room next to Feifei's, the one opposite the master bedroom. I'll go get you a towel." Her face flushed again, and she quickly left. Zhao Zijie went to his room, changed his wet clothes, and then realized he had been so preoccupied with Sun Yanzi that he hadn't even brought a change of clothes. Just then, the door opened, and Sun Yanzi came in with a towel. Seeing Zhao Zijie standing there naked, the towel in her hand fell to the ground again. Zhao Zijie hurriedly pulled the sheet over himself, stammering, "I...I...I forgot to bring a change of clothes." Sun Yanzi stood there, her mind in turmoil. Zhao Zijie looked so muscular; in the instant the sheet covered his body, she clearly saw a certain part of his still slightly erect body, and her lower abdomen throbbed with desire, the nipple on his breasts subtly rising. She took a few steps towards Zhao Zijie, a thought swirling in her mind: "Let me see it one more time." After two more steps, they were facing each other. Sun Yanzi trembled slightly as she reached out her hand. Just then, Liu Fangfei called from the living room, "Mom, are you done yet?" Sun Yanzi snapped out of her daze and rushed out the door. Zhao Zijie

watched the woman leave, and it took him a long time to come to his senses. What had just happened to him? Just then, a timid voice came from outside the door: "Do you think these clothes will fit? They're my husband's; he's never worn them. Try them on; I've left them outside." Hearing footsteps fade away, Zhao Zijie went to the door and looked around. The hallway was empty; neatly arranged clothes lay by the door: a shirt and a pair of trousers. Zhao Zijie tried them on; they didn't fit. The trousers were too short, and the shirt was too baggy. But he had no choice but to put them on and go to the living room. Liu Fangfei, seeing him like this, burst into laughter again, forcefully pushing him into the kitchen, shouting, "Mom, Mom, look at Teacher Zhao like this! Isn't it funny?" Sun Yanzi turned around and chuckled, then blushed, saying, "Mom will take Teacher Zhao out to buy a few outfits tomorrow." She glanced at Zhao Zijie again and said, "You two go back to the living room and chat for a while; I'll make dinner soon." Dinner was sumptuous; for a young person, nothing is more pleasant than a table full of good food. Especially with a gentle woman and a lively, beautiful young woman beside him. Zhao Zijie slept soundly that night, feeling as if he were back home, enveloped in warmth.

The next day, Sun Yanzi insisted on taking Zhao Zijie to the county's People's Department Store to buy him several outfits. When Zhao Zijie tried to pay, Sun Yanzi smiled but firmly refused, saying, "Consider it your first month's tutoring fee."

Only then did Zhao Zijie accept. When Zhao Zijie came out of the dressing room, besides the young girls buying clothes constantly stealing glances at him, even Sun Yanzi was staring intently. Zhao Zijie wore a yellow casual short-sleeved t-shirt, white casual trousers, and newly bought off-white leather shoes. His attire further accentuated his refined yet slightly aloof demeanor. Although his appearance was ordinary, he possessed a certain reassuring quality that made women feel safe. Even Sun Yanzi hadn't expected him to be so handsome. She suddenly recalled Zhao Zijie's athletic physique and firm chest muscles, and a hint of affection appeared in her eyes.

Zhao Zijie walked up to Stefanie Sun and extended his hand. Without thinking, Stefanie Sun slipped her hand through Zhao Zijie's arm and leaned against him. Hearing the sales clerk's envious whispers, she couldn't help but tighten her grip on Zhao Zijie's arm. It wasn't until they got home that Stefanie Sun reluctantly pulled her hand away from Zhao Zijie's arm. On the way home, she couldn't help but think that she had probably felt affection for Zhao Zijie from the very first day she met him. Like a little girl, she hoped this man would always be by her side. The insecurity she felt living with her husband's long absences had been replaced by a sense of security thanks to Zhao Zijie's presence.

Zhao Zijie's heart pounded. He truly didn't know whether his feelings for this woman, more than ten years his senior, were lust or love. From initial physical attraction to sensing Sun Yanzi's gentleness and thoughtfulness, he felt himself caught in a whirlpool of emotions, and this was just the beginning. From that day on, Zhao Zijie began tutoring Liu Fangfei. While he tutored, Sun Yanzi sat quietly to the side, working while listening to her daughter's discussions with Zhao Zijie. The family was warm and sweet; to an outsider, it would seem like a real family. Liu Fangfei was also impressed by Zhao Zijie's knowledge and broad understanding. The once willful girl became completely obedient to him.

Sun Yanzi grew increasingly dependent on Zhao Zijie, even sometimes seeking his advice on her work. Although his opinions were often immature, they frequently offered novel perspectives and insightful analyses, earning Sun Yanzi's high praise. Zhao Zijie had been tutoring at Sun Yanzi's house for a week now, and he even began to feel like he was at home. The weather was sweltering that day, and even the cool air from the air conditioner seemed unable to escape the oppressive heat. All three were dressed in barely enough layers. Stefanie Sun wore a black, off-the-shoulder silk nightgown, while Zhao Zijie wore a tight-fitting tank top and loose shorts. As usual, Stefanie Sun accompanied Zhao Zijie and Liu Fangfei.

The clock had already struck nine. Zhao Zijie assigned Liu Fangfei some homework and watched her finish it. Stefanie Sun frowned and said, "Zijie, come help me. The company has set up a new software development department these past few days and needs a lot of manpower, but I don't know much about this. Could you take a look at these resumes for me?"

Zhao Zijie stood up and walked behind Stefanie Sun, peering over her shoulder as he looked at the resumes and offered his opinions. Their bodies were almost touching. Stefanie Sun leaned forward, marking up the resumes. Zhao Zijie's gaze left the resumes, following down Stefanie Sun's smooth shoulder, and suddenly he was startled.

Sun Yanzi's pajamas slipped off her body, revealing her firm breasts standing proudly through the gap. A faint ring of deep red surrounded the prominent nipples. Looking down into the deep cleavage, her smooth, white abdomen and shallow navel were visible. A pair of low-waisted black lace shorts hugged the softest part of her rounded female body. Her breasts trembled gently with her breath. Surprisingly, Sun Yanzi wasn't wearing a bra. Zhao Zijie admired the mature woman's body. A certain part of his body slowly hardened, pushing against the loose shorts and pressing against Sun Yanzi's back. Zhao Zijie's breathing quickened. He tried to control his breathing, but through the two thin layers of clothing, he could clearly feel Sun Yanzi's full back. Sun Yanzi felt something pressing against her back. She reached back and grabbed something warm and trembling slightly. Her face flushed instantly. She already knew what this meant. She glanced at her daughter, who was diligently doing her homework, and whispered, "It's so hot."

While saying this, Stefanie Sun was still sketching something on her resume with one hand, while the other firmly gripped a certain part of Zhao Zijie's body. Zhao Zijie trembled. He felt her small thumb gently drawing small circles on a certain part of his body, and he could even feel Stefanie Sun's fingernails tracing the head of his penis. He didn't make a sound, simply enjoying the silent stimulation. His penis became fully erect under the stimulation, pressing hard against Stefanie Sun's back. Stefanie Sun lowered her face and said in a voice that sounded like a whisper, "I do."

Zhao Zijie heard this seemingly distant voice and gently stroked the woman's back. The woman trembled slightly, and through the gap in her nightgown, her breasts were already flushed pink, and the protruding nipples were slowly becoming erect. The woman pulled on one of Zhao Zijie's body parts, rubbing the tip against her back. Zhao Zijie's body was throbbing with desire; he couldn't resist the woman's teasing any longer. He removed her hand, and the woman let out a soft moan, seemingly disappointed. Zhao Zijie pulled up his trouser leg, releasing his throbbing member, and pressed it against the woman's back again.

The woman accurately found another part of Zhao Zijie's body, letting out another moan, then encircling it with her small hand, gently stroking it. Her breathing quickened as she continued to stimulate his member, while her other hand reached under the table, into his shorts. Zhao Zijie's blood boiled; he completely forgot about Liu Fangfei, leaning even closer, pressing his chest against the back of the woman's head. He reached under the table, took her hand in his, squeezed it briefly, and then removed it. The woman understood his meaning and spread her fair thighs wider, allowing Zhao Zijie's large hand to directly cover the softest part of her body.

Zhao Zijie felt a soft, wet mass emanating heat in his hand, and used his entire palm to knead that sensitive area. The woman's lips were tightly closed, her teeth clenched, and the frequency of her small hand stroking a certain part of Zhao Zijie's body suddenly increased. This was the first time Zhao Zijie had truly felt Sun Yanzi's body. He was no longer satisfied with touching that sensitive area through her shorts; he moved his lips to her ear, gently kissed it, and whispered, "I want to take her off." The woman's ear twitched sensitively, her buttocks lifted slightly, and she reached under her skirt, slowly pulling down her panties.

Zhao Zijie looked down from the woman's neckline; her shorts slowly slipped down, and two or three black hairs slowly emerged from her flat stomach, followed by a few sparse ones. As he continued undressing, Zhao Zijie was astonished to discover that Sun Yanzi's voluptuous, softest area had only a dozen or so hairs, making it incredibly smooth and delicate. At the very end of this area was a slightly parted slit. Zhao Zijie reached in again, first stroking the smooth, softest part of her body, finding it incredibly tender and soft to the touch. Under the repeated stimulation of Sun Yanzi's small hands, a certain part of his body began to secrete fluid, wetting a patch of her black nightgown.

His large hand then moved to that sensitive area, feeling the two slender, smooth flesh being played with. Every time his palm touched a small, tender bump in that sensitive area, Sun Yanzi's body jerked. He then used one finger to specifically caress this small protrusion. Sun Yanzi's body began to tremble violently, her small hands stimulating a certain part of Zhao Zijie's body even faster. Zhao Zijie felt all the blood rushing to that part of his body, and he rubbed Sun Yanzi's small breasts hard, her fluids flowing all over his palm.

Suddenly, Sun Yanzi whispered urgently, "Inside, inside," while pulling Zhao Zijie's large hand with her small hand. Guided by Sun Yanzi, Zhao Zijie's fingers entered a wet, warm little hole, the tender flesh around the hole constantly pressing against his fingers. He increased the speed of his movements in and out of that sensitive area on Sun Yanzi's body. Sun Yanzi suddenly stiffened, the little hole tightly gripping Zhao Zijie's fingers, and Zhao Zijie felt the little hole contract violently. It took Sun Yanzi a while to relax. She sensed Zhao Zijie was on the verge of climax, so she began to vigorously stroke a certain part of his body, pressing his large hand against the softest part of her skin, letting him continue to caress her. She whispered, "That felt so good, you're amazing."

Hearing Sun Yanzi's whisper, Zhao Zijie's body throbbed violently, and streams of fluid shot onto Sun Yanzi's back. Sun Yanzi let out another soft moan, feeling the force of Zhao Zijie's fluid. After ejaculating, Zhao Zijie completely relaxed. He kissed Sun Yanzi's neck and tucked his penis back into his shorts. Only then did he remember Liu Fangfei was nearby. He quickly looked over and saw Liu Fangfei still engrossed in her studies, seemingly oblivious to everything, and breathed a sigh of relief. He walked to Liu Fangfei's desk. The clock on the desk already pointed to ten. He looked at it for a moment, then said to Liu Fangfei, "Feifei, let's stop here for today. We'll continue tomorrow." Liu Fangfei looked up at him and said, "Okay." She packed up her things and left. He looked towards where Stefanie Sun had been sitting, but she had already left. A thought struck him. He walked to the chair and found the pair of see-through black shorts lying in the center of the chair. He picked them up and took a deep breath. Stefanie Sun's scent seemed to fill his body. The soft fabric in his hands felt like the sensitive area of Stefanie Sun's alluring body. He heard Stefanie Sun's soft voice in his ear: "I'm willing!"

Zhao Zijie stared at the damp black shorts in his hand, his mind replaying the events of the past few days. To him, Sun Yanzi's shyness and thoughtfulness were the greatest compensation for his hard work. The short time they spent together had instilled in him a deep longing for her.

Time ticked by, but he remained awake. After showering, he sat on the edge of the bed in his shorts, Sun Yanzi's black floral shorts beside him. Her sweet voice, "I do!" echoed repeatedly in his ears. He suddenly felt lonely, longing for that woman so much. Even just one look at her would be enough. He stood up and opened the door. The hallway was quiet, the entire room shrouded in silence. From the other end of the hallway, he could see the hazy living room; the moonlight was bright tonight. He looked at the closed door opposite; the woman was inside. The door seemed to divide the world in two. He hesitated, but the desire to see her propelled him to Sun Yanzi's door. The door wasn't locked. He gently pushed it open, and moonlight dappled through the gauze curtains. In the center of the room, on the bed, Stefanie Sun lay on her side, her black hair scattered across the pillow. The thin blanket couldn't conceal her graceful figure, showcasing her beauty in perfect curves.

Zhao Zijie closed the door, held his breath, and walked to the bedside. Looking at the woman before him, his eyes held no lust, only affection. He was captivated by her beauty; her bare arms, bathed in moonlight, were so alluring. He carefully sat on the bed, afraid of waking this sleeping beauty. He wished time could stand still at that moment.

After a while, he tremblingly reached out and gently touched Stefanie Sun's black hair—how soft it was! Then he touched her bare arms, her skin as smooth as silk. He looked once more at that reclining figure, that petite body—how he longed to hold her in his arms. Zhao Zijie gently lay down beside Sun Yanzi, deeply inhaling her faint fragrance. He was so captivated that he ignored the trembling of her body. Although he tried to stay awake, a voice seemed to whisper in his mind, "Sleep, sleep with her." His eyes closed, and he drifted off to sleep without realizing it.

Sun Yanzi hadn't actually fallen asleep either. She had sensed Zhao Zijie's presence the moment he entered, but she hadn't moved. From the moment she quietly left the study, her heart felt like it was crumbling. She was incredulous at her actions that day, ashamed that a woman with a sixteen-year-old daughter would engage in such shameful acts beside her own daughter. Yet, she so desperately craved Zhao Zijie's affection. She was infatuated with him, her body and soul simultaneously demanding to be embraced by this man so much younger than her. She had even deliberately left her shorts on.

Yet, deep down, she was afraid. She feared that Zhao Zijie was only attracted to her body and thought she was a lonely, wanton woman. When Zhao Zijie entered, she dared not move. She was afraid he would ask for something, afraid he was only interested in her body. If he did ask, she would refuse; she didn't want to be a loveless plaything. But then she felt relieved. Zhao Zijie's loving caresses sent her heart soaring from the depths of despair to the heights of joy. She knew this man loved her too. The joy in her heart made her tremble uncontrollably, thankfully Zhao Zijie didn't notice.

Listening to Zhao Zijie's even breathing, tears welled up in her eyes. Her shoulders heaved, she bit her pillowcase, and she wept with happiness. Zhao Zijie lay down beside Sun Yanzi. The night was deep, and the decreasing room temperature made him lean closer to the warm body beside him. He reached out and pulled her into his arms, a smile curving his lips, as if he were quite satisfied with the current situation. His arm rested on Sun Yanzi's high breasts. Sun Yanzi carefully shifted her position, facing Zhao Zijie. She gazed intently at his handsome face, nestled her petite body into his arms, lightly kissed his lips, draped a blanket over them, and drifted off to sleep with a smile.

The morning sunlight streamed into the room, waking Sun Yanzi to the hardness pressing against her lower abdomen. After a moment's thought, a blush returned to her face. She quietly sat up, glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table—it was already 6:30. She hurried to get up and prepare breakfast. She glanced again at the sleeping Zhao Zijie, considered for a moment, then quietly left, locking the door behind her. A faint fragrance wafted to Zhao Zijie's nose. He slowly awoke from his slumber, still with his eyes closed, wondering why breakfast had been brought to his room. It was always kept in the dining room before. As his consciousness returned, he remembered that he had slept in Sun Yanzi's bed the previous night. He sat up abruptly, noticing the breakfast on the bedside table and then Sun Yanzi standing prettily by the bed, her head bowed.

"I...I...you...you..." he stammered, momentarily at a loss. Sun Yanzi remained standing silently by the bed. Zhao Zijie gradually calmed down, looking at Sun Yanzi standing there. She was still wearing the same black spaghetti-strap nightgown as yesterday, her high breasts pushing the front of the nightgown high, the two small protrusions clearly indicating she wasn't wearing a bra. Her head was bowed, obscuring her expression, her hair casually tied in a bun at the back of her head, her small hands twisting together in front of her lower abdomen, constantly shifting, her knuckles slightly white, revealing her inner turmoil.

Zhao Zijie, however, calmed down. Seeing this, he moved to the edge of the bed, reaching out to lift Sun Yanzi's chin. The woman was forced to raise her head, her eyes closed, not daring to look at Zhao Zijie. The blush on her face had spread to her delicate ears, and her whole body trembled in waves. Zhao Zijie called softly, "Sister Zi?" His voice trembled slightly. Sun Yanzi's body shuddered, and she responded with a soft, "Mmm!" sounding so helpless, like a startled rabbit.

A surge of pity welled up in Zhao Zijie's heart, and he couldn't help but pull Sun Yanzi into his arms. The beautiful woman nestled obediently into his embrace, but refused to open her eyes. Zhao Zijie looked at the woman's face, lightly touching her cheek with his lips, and said, "Sister Zi, I'm not a frivolous person, but I don't know when it started, but a woman's image has appeared in my heart. She's so captivating. Every time I see her, I want to hold her. What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me?" Hearing the man's words, Sun Yanzi opened her hazy eyes and met his deep gaze, softly saying, "I know, I knew it from last night when you came to my room!"

Zhao Zijie suddenly pulled the woman into his arms, covering her lips with his own, kissing her passionately, feeling the softness of her lips. The woman's breathing quickened, her nostrils flared rapidly, and she opened her lips to guide Zhao Zijie's tongue into her mouth, their tongues entwining intensely. Zhao Zijie's saliva flowed down their joined lips into Sun Yanzi's mouth, which she swallowed in small sips. Lost in the woman's sweet kiss, Zhao Zijie felt a certain part of his body slowly awaken, pressing against the woman's buttocks. The woman, unable to withstand the stimulation, twisted her full hips, instantly igniting Zhao Zijie's desire.

He ran his right hand down her smooth thigh, through her nightgown, over her flat stomach, and directly grasped her left breast. Her breast was round and firm, the protruding point pressing against his palm. Zhao Zijie vigorously kneaded her breast, and her body writhed restlessly. Her small mouth parted Zhao Zijie's lips, her breath hot, "No, no!" A small hand covered Zhao Zijie's hand, trying to stop him but appearing so powerless. Zhao Zijie pinched the protruding point on Sun Yanzi's slender breast with his thumb and forefinger, kneading it incessantly. Sun Yanzi let out a soft "Ah," her brows furrowing, but her hand fell limply to her side. Sun Yanzi felt waves of tingling pleasure spreading from that protruding point on her breast, making her lower abdomen tighten.

That protruding point on her breast was her erogenous zone; she felt her mouth go dry and swallowed hard. Zhao Zijie wantonly played with the protruding point on Sun Yanzi's breast, squeezing and pressing it in his hand; with each pinch, Sun Yanzi's body twisted. Zhao Zijie stopped, watching the woman's writhing body. He grabbed the hem of her nightgown and lifted it up, revealing a pair of pure white lace shorts. The softest part of her full figure created a round bulge at her crotch, but her long, slender legs prevented him from peeking at her most private parts. He continued to lift her nightgown, and the woman cooperated by raising her ample buttocks, allowing him to remove the nightgown from her body, her hands covering her breasts. Zhao Zijie laid Sun Yanzi flat on the bed, knelt before her, and admired this masterpiece of God.

The woman tilted her head, her hair disheveled from the recent vigorous activity, an uneven blush spreading across her body. Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted. Her long legs were crossed, her hands covering her nipples, revealing her soft, white flesh. Zhao Zijie tried to forcefully separate Sun Yanzi's legs, but she resisted slightly before giving up. She longed to present herself fully to her beloved man, hoping to receive his caresses. The crotch of her white panties was already damp with her vaginal fluids. Zhao Zijie's hand slid down the inside of Sun Yanzi's thighs to her groin, kneading her sensitive area through her panties. The woman began to make soft moans, her hands gripping her breasts tightly. Zhao Zijie carefully sensed the shape of her sensitive area, then pressed between her labia, causing her panties to sink in. His fingers felt the heat of her sensitive spot; her vaginal fluids instantly soaked through her panties, making them slippery.

Sun Yanzi's legs were tense. She felt Zhao Zijie's fingers patiently moving back and forth between her labia, pleasure radiating upwards from that sensitive area. Her moans grew louder, her fingers twisting the protruding point on her breasts. Looking at the beautiful scene before him and listening to the woman's moans, Zhao Zijie felt a hardness rising within him. He inserted his hands under Sun Yanzi's buttocks, kneading her flesh, then grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled them down to her thighs.

Sun Yanzi bent her legs, allowing Zhao Zijie to remove her panties completely. Before Sun Yanzi could lower her legs, Zhao Zijie pressed them down with his hands. Sun Yanzi gasped, knowing the man was looking at her exposed genitals. Her shame was completely shattered by this lewd position. She moaned, "Zijie, I want it, I want it." Fluid gushed from her vagina. Zhao Zijie gazed intently at the fair vulva before him. Sparse pubic hair dotted the softest part of the full-figured woman's body. A thin slit divided the sensitive area into two parts, and the fluid on the two pink labia glistened lewdly in the early morning light. At the tips of the labia, a bud the size of a bean swelled and turned bright red. Below the labia was a wrinkled anus, and fluid kept gushing from the tightly closed slit, flowing over the anus, down the curve of the buttocks, and dripping onto the sheets, leaving a small watery stain.

He took Sun Yanzi's hand and had her hold her legs. Then, with one hand, he opened the tightly closed labia, revealing a bright red vulva, slightly contracting, with fluid slowly seeping out. Zhao Zijie traced an arc with his index finger along the small opening. Sun Yanzi trembled, feeling a surge of heat rising deep within her lower abdomen. She breathed heavily, "Zijie, Zijie, I feel so uncomfortable, so itchy!"

Hearing Sun Yanzi's moans, Zhao Zijie followed his finger along the crevice to her clitoris and pressed down. Sun Yanzi cried out, her buttocks jerking, and she hummed rapidly through her nose, her brows furrowing and her eyelashes fluttering. She had waited so long for this moment. As Zhao Zijie rubbed her clitoris, he pressed his face against the base of Sun Yanzi's thighs, inhaling deeply. There was no unpleasant odor from that sensitive area, only the faint scent of soap mixed with the natural scent of a woman's body secretions during arousal.

The woman's moans turned into screams, her sensitive area arching upwards, searching for the man's finger, and more and more fluid gushed out. Suddenly, Stefanie Sun felt a surge of pent-up pleasure erupt from the depths of her vagina. Her vagina contracted violently, fluids gushing out under the pressure. Her body trembled violently, and she let out a long "Ah..." She reached her first orgasm under Zhao Zijie's caresses. Zhao Zijie licked the fluids that flowed from Stefanie Sun's vagina, inserting his soft tongue into her tender opening and sucking on the entrance with his lips. Stefanie Sun could no longer make a sound. Her mouth opened, she inhaled sharply, her body trembling slightly. She felt as if Zhao Zijie was sucking her away, leaving her limp and powerless. Her thighs were already draped over Zhao Zijie's shoulders, her hands hanging limply at her sides.

After Zhao Zijie finished sucking her fluids, he stood up and leaned over her, their soft bodies pressed tightly together. He pressed his lips to Stefanie Sun's, transferring his saliva, mixed with her own fluids, into her mouth. Stefanie sucked, her arms tightly wrapped around Zhao Zijie's strong back. Their lips parted, and Zhao Zijie whispered to Stefanie Sun, "You're so beautiful!" Stefanie Sun opened her hazy eyes, "I love you, I'm so happy!" At that moment, she felt Zhao Zijie's hard penis pressing against her lower abdomen, and her desire surged again. She leaned close to Zhao Zijie's ear, "I want more, I want all of you." Saying this, she reached out and pulled down Zhao Zijie's underwear.

Zhao Zijie sat up, his erect penis pointing directly at Stefanie Sun. Stefanie Sun looked at it, "It's so big!" She grasped it with her small hand, stroking it back and forth, "I'm scared!"

Zhao Zijie smiled, "I need your help!" Sun Yanzi sat up, shifting her buttocks forward, her small hand bringing a certain part of Zhao Zijie's body towards her sensitive area, rubbing it against her vulva. The moist vulva quickly lubricated that part. Zhao Zijie then pinched and played with the protruding point on Sun Yanzi's long breasts, watching as she placed a certain part of her body at the entrance of her vagina. Sun Yanzi lay down, her small hand gripping Zhao Zijie's penis, and said coquettishly, "Hurry up, I've already helped you!"

Zhao Zijie couldn't resist any longer, thrusting forward, his large glans slowly opening her vagina, the vaginal walls retreating. Sun Yanzi gasped, letting out soft moans. Zhao Zijie felt a warmth; his glans was tightly enveloped by the smooth vaginal walls. He began to slowly insert, Sun Yanzi's small hand tightening its grip on his penis, "It's so big, it hurts a little, wait a while before going in." Although Zhao Zijie wanted to thrust all the way in, to fill that warm, moist hole with his entire body, seeing Sun Zi's furrowed brows, he couldn't bear to cause this beautiful woman pain. So

he stopped, bent down, and took the protruding nipple of Sun Zi's breast into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and gently biting it with his teeth. Soon, Sun Zi began to make annoying "mmm" sounds again, and her hole became hot. Before long, her small hands left Zhao Zijie's body and wrapped around his waist. "Mmm, mmm, I want it!" Zhao

Zijie thrust his body towards her sensitive spot, slowly plunging a part of his body completely into Sun Yanzi's vagina. Both of them simultaneously let out a satisfied sigh. Zhao Zijie leaned over the woman, inserting his tongue into her mouth, and began thrusting his hips back and forth. Sun Yanzi's full breasts were pressed into a disc by Zhao Zijie's firm chest muscles. Her small hands tightly embraced Zhao Zijie's back, kissing him. She felt her vagina being filled by his thick penis, each thrust bringing her immense pleasure. Her clitoris was occasionally brushed against by Zhao Zijie's thick pubic hair. She felt like screaming; she parted Zhao Zijie's lips, her soft cries echoing in the room.

Zhao Zijie knelt up, lifting the woman... The man's waist thrust forcefully into Stefanie Sun's fleshy hole. With each entry and exit of a certain part of his body, the pink flesh inside the woman's vagina was continuously pulled out, and her juices soaked a certain part of Zhao Zijie's body, flowing down his thighs. The friction between his body parts and her vagina made a "sizzling" sound. Stefanie Sun was in a frenzy. She hadn't enjoyed a man's strong body part in far too long. Her full buttocks drew curves in the air with Zhang Zijie's thrusts, her hands tightly gripping the sheets, and her mouth almost incessantly emitting soft "ah ah" moans. Her mouth was wide open, and her rapid breathing seemed to provide little air to her lungs. Each impact caused a small explosion inside her body. March 29th,

Chapter 82:

Zhao Zijie's muscles bulged, fine beads of sweat covered his body. He gripped Sun Yanzi's buttocks tightly, rubbing his body against the tender flesh inside her vagina. The intense heat, the tight embrace of her vagina, and the woman's cries of pleasure almost suffocated him. He abruptly released her, bracing himself on either side of her, straightening his legs, and thrusting his penis into her vagina at a right angle, again and again. Sun Yanzi's body convulsed; the pleasure from the thrusting penis made her feel like she was dying. She gasped for breath, crying out, "Ah, Zijie, I can't take it anymore, Zijie, I'm going to die!"

Zhao Zijie had reached the peak of pleasure. He gripped Sun Yanzi's breasts tightly with one hand, knelt on the bed with one leg, and thrust into her vagina at the maximum frequency he could muster.

Sun Yanzi felt the pinching on her breasts hurt, but the small explosions within her body, amplified by Zhao Zijie's high-frequency thrusts, surged together with pain and pleasure, making the pleasure so clear. Her vagina spasmed and contracted violently, her body twisting incessantly. A scream, tinged with a sob, escaped her lips. The contractions reached their limit, and a gush of fluid shot out, hitting a certain part of Zhao Zijie's body.

Zhao Zijie felt the vagina tightly gripping that part of his body, a surge of heat washing over his glans. Instantly, pleasure erupted, and his semen shot into Sun Yanzi's vagina. The impact of the semen sent Sun Yanzi bouncing off the bed and falling back down. A flash of light filled her vision, and tears welled in her eyes. After ejaculating, Zhao Zijie collapsed onto Sun Yanzi's body, the two embracing tightly. Their breathing gradually subsided until it disappeared completely, the room filled with the scent of fluid. A part of Zhao Zijie's body still felt the woman's warm, moist flesh, his torso pressed against Sun Yanzi's, covered in fine beads of sweat. Looking up at Sun Yanzi's flushed face, he couldn't help but smile gently: "You're so charming." Sun Yanzi looked at Zhao Zijie with loving eyes, her small hands stroking his firm back. From the moment she saw Zhao Zijie, Sun Yanzi knew what had happened today was inevitable, her heart filled with satisfaction; this man was a gift from heaven. After getting up in the morning, making breakfast, and sending her daughter to school, she remained standing on the bed until Zhao Zijie woke up. She knew she couldn't refuse, and she also anticipated everything that had happened. Sun Yanzi suddenly frowned, pouted, pinched Zhao Zijie's back, and said angrily, "Had enough of your crazy antics? Get off me! I can't breathe!"

Zhao Zijie chuckled, rolled over and lay down beside the woman, a certain part of his body popping out of her. He propped his head up on his elbow, surveying Sun Yanzi's beautiful body from head to toe, pinching her cheek with one hand, sliding it over her slender neck, and moving it over her body.

"Sister Zi, you're so beautiful. It's the honor of my life to have your favor." Sun Yanzi chuckled, then pretended to be serious: "You've learned to be so glib at such a young age. How many girls have you fooled and still like this old woman?"

Zhao Zijie quickly sat up, grasped Sun Yanzi's small hands, "Sister Zi, you are the first woman I've ever truly loved, and the first woman I've ever truly possessed." His voice lowered, and for some reason, he began to confide in Stefanie Sun. Zhao Zijie talked about his childhood, his part-time jobs during school, and his family's lack of understanding.

Zhao Zijie spoke calmly, as if recounting stories unrelated to himself, but from the slight tremor in his shoulders, Stefanie Sun could fully feel how cruel life had been to this young man. She understood why he possessed that cold, aloof air that made her heart tremble at first sight—an indelible mark of life on Zhao Zijie. Stefanie Sun sat up, embraced Zhao Zijie, pressed his head against her full breasts, and gently patted his broad back. She wanted to comfort him but was speechless; words seemed utterly powerless. Zhao Zijie rested

his head on Stefanie Sun's rounded breasts, feeling the woman's tenderness, without a trace of desire in his heart. Suddenly, a chill ran down his back—a tear had fallen from Stefanie Sun's chest. Zhao Zijie lifted himself from Sun Yanzi's embrace and kissed away the tears on her face, the salty taste of the tears lingering on his tongue. Looking at the woman's tear-streaked face, he was deeply moved. He quickly patted Sun Yanzi's ample back and said, "Good sister Yanzi, don't cry. It's already noon. If you cry again, Feifei will think I'm bullying you when she gets back!"

"You are bullying me!" Sun Yanzi had already stopped crying and was now smiling. She added, "Feifei said she wouldn't be back this noon because of a school activity."

Zhao Zijie looked at Sun Yanzi's pretty face. "If Feifei isn't coming back, what should we do? Should I bully you again?" As he spoke, his hand reached for Sun Yanzi's breasts, his sensitive area already aroused. Sun Yanzi cried out in surprise, jumping off the bed. She looked at a certain part of Zhao Zijie's slightly erect body. "You're so annoying! You just know how to bully me!" With that, she turned and ran out of the room as if fleeing. As Zhao Zijie watched the woman's pale, swaying body disappear behind the door, he jumped out of bed and chased after her.

Just as he opened the door and rushed out, a warm body pressed against him. Zhao Zijie quickly pulled Sun Yanzi into his arms, lowered his head, found the woman's lips, and kissed them. He used his tongue to part her lips, teasing her delicate tongue and sucking her sweet saliva. Sun Yanzi responded passionately, and after a while, their lips parted. Zhao Zijie held the woman's soft body, laughing and asking, "Why did you run away if you wanted to come back?" Sun Yanzi punched Zhao Zijie's chest with her small fist, "I came back because I wasn't wearing any clothes!"

Zhao Zijie chuckled and was about to kiss Sun Yanzi's lips again when his stomach growled twice, reminding him that he hadn't eaten since morning. Sun Yanzi chuckled, lightly tapping a certain part of Zhao Zijie's body, "All you do is feed it, don't starve yourself. I'll go make you some good dishes to nourish your body." She went into the room, opened the wardrobe, and asked Zhao Zijie, "What do you think I should wear?"

Zhao Zijie walked over, hugged Sun Yanzi from behind, his hands encircling her lower abdomen, rubbing a certain part of his body against her buttocks, "Sister Zi looks good in anything, but you're most beautiful when you're naked." Sun Yanzi's pretty face flushed red, and she thrust her ample buttocks back, "Are you serious?"

Zhao Zijie nibbled on Sun Yanzi's earlobe, mumbling, "Really, of course it's true." Sun Yanzi considered for a moment, then rolled her eyes at Zhao Zijie, "Fine, I'll let you have your fill of this today, you little pervert." She broke free from Zhao Zijie's embrace and walked out of the room again.

Zhao Zijie stood naked at the kitchen doorway, watching the petite Sun Yanzi, who wore only a small light green apron, bustling about in the kitchen. Sun Yanzi's back was completely exposed, a thin strap piercing her neck and waist, making her skin appear even whiter; her slender waist, full hips, and long legs made Zhao Zijie's blood surge, and a certain part of his body was already engorged and erect. He walked behind Sun Yanzi, who was chopping vegetables, and placed his hands on her plump buttocks, kneading them as the flesh rose and fell. Zhao Zijie's hand slid down her buttocks and between her legs, moving his palm back and forth over that sensitive area, feeling the soft, yielding flesh between her labia, and as his hand moved back and forth, a trickle of moisture seeped out and clung to his hand.

Unable to bear Zhao Zijie's actions, Sun Yanzi stopped, and instead placed one small hand behind her back, grasping a certain part of Zhao Zijie's erect body, stroking it a couple of times, and then suddenly pinching it with her fingernail. Zhao Zijie cried out "Ah!" and shrank back. The woman turned around and chuckled, "See if you can behave yourself." Then she leaned in, kissed Zhao Zijie's cheek, and shook his arm, saying, "I need to cook!" She pulled Zhao Zijie to the kitchen door and pushed him out, locking the door with a slam.

Zhao Zijie smiled wryly, thinking that waiting wasn't a solution, and went to the bathroom to shower. When he came out, the room was filled with the aroma of food. Zhao Zijie went to the dining room without putting on any clothes. The dining room was a sunny room of about ten square meters, with sunlight streaming in through the large windows. Along the wall near the entrance was a row of orange wine cabinets, and several oil paintings hung on the walls on either side. Two dishes were already laid out on the fiberglass dining table in the center of the room, surrounded by four high-backed chairs. Zhao Zijie sat down at the table. Two dishes were laid out: a fruit salad and twice-cooked pork with green peppers—a fusion of Chinese and Western styles, emitting an enticing aroma. The sunlight in the room was warm and comforting, and a feeling of happiness welled up within Zhao Zijie.

Footsteps echoed in the hallway. Stefanie Sun hurried in carrying a bowl of soup, put it down, glanced at Zhao Zijie, and chuckled, "Lazybones!" She then strode out, returning with two bowls full of rice and chopsticks. The two sat together, and Zhao Zijie noticed that Stefanie Sun had only taken one pair of chopsticks and was already eating, which made him anxious. Stefanie Sun smiled at Zhao Zijie, saying between bites, "Serves you right for being naughty earlier." She seemed quite pleased with herself. Zhao Zijie was slightly taken aback, but then smiled and pulled a chair close to Stefanie Sun, suddenly pulling her into his arms. He forcefully pried open her mouth with his teeth, sucking the food from her mouth, and exclaimed, "So delicious!" Stefanie Sun playfully punched Zhao Zijie's chest, "You're so annoying, lazybones!" pouting her lips. Zhao Zijie stared at Sun Yanzi's moist red lips and said innocently, "Good sister, there's only one pair of chopsticks, so we have to eat like this!" Then he snatched the chopsticks from Sun Yanzi's hand, picked up a piece of salad, and half-held it to her lips, gazing deeply into the woman's eyes. Sun Yanzi was moved by Zhao Zijie's gaze and gently parted her lips to take a bite of the salad. The two of them fed each other bites, and desire slowly rose deep within their bodies.

Zhao Zijie reached behind the woman and untied the thin strap of her apron, which slipped down her body. Sun Yanzi felt as if all her strength had been drained away, and she lay softly in Zhao Zijie's arms, her chest heaving, her breasts already erect. Her eyes were hazy as she watched the man place a piece of salad on her chest, smooth and cool. Zhao Zijie held the salad in his mouth and swirled it around on Sun Yanzi's breasts, soon covering them with the sticky liquid of the salad dressing. Sun Yanzi closed her eyes. Her breasts, stimulated unexpectedly, swelled and throbbed. A faint, deep red tinge spread from a small ring into a deep crimson halo, the slender nipples trembling. The sensitive area returned to its burning sensation, and a slow trickle of fluid began to seep out.

She felt Zhao Zijie's lips touch hers. He opened his mouth, and half a piece of salad, along with his saliva, was fed into her mouth. She bit into the salad with her teeth and swallowed it. Zhao Zijie's tongue traced circles over Sun Yanzi's breasts, licking the salad dressing, repeatedly teasing her nipples with his tongue. Sun Yanzi let out a satisfied sigh. The intense pleasure in her breasts made her writhe, her legs clenched tightly, the softest part of her body bulging even more under the pressure.

Zhao Zijie sucked on the woman's round breasts, his other hand stroking her lower abdomen. His erection felt uncomfortable under the pressure of her back. He stood up and placed Sun Yanzi on the double chairs pushed together. Watching the woman's writhing, flushed body, Zhao Zijie's desire surged. He picked up a salad plate, smeared some salad dressing on his glans, and walked to Sun Yanzi's head, pressing a part of his engorged member against her lips. Sun Yanzi felt something slippery against her lips, the taste of salad dressing seeping into her tongue. She licked it, feeling its round, warm shape. She opened her eyes, and what she saw was Zhao Zijie's enormous, menacing penis, her pink tongue still licking the glans.

Sun Yanzi had never performed oral sex on a man before, considering it unclean. However, seeing Zhao Zijie's eager gaze, her desire to satisfy him overcame her fear of his large body and a particular part of his penis. She couldn't help but slightly part her lips and take half of his glans into her mouth, clumsily licking it with her tongue. Zhao Zijie felt the tip of his glans disappear into Sun Yanzi's small mouth, her delicate tongue sliding over it, a sensation he had never experienced before.

Every time Sun Yanzi's tongue slid past the opening of Zhao Zijie's glans, he felt a tremor in his body. He thought this must be the most sensitive part, so he focused on licking. Zhao Zijie felt waves of tingling and itching wash over him. The warm, wet sensation at the tip of his glans made him want to penetrate deeper. He lowered his waist, bent his legs, and slowly inserted his penis into Sun Yanzi's small mouth. Her lips were forced open, and Sun Yanzi struggled to open her mouth wide, enduring the entry of his large penis. Gradually, his glans was fully inside, and half of her body was being held by Stefanie Sun. He felt the glans reaching her throat. Zhao Zijie saw the woman's brows furrowed, her tongue laboriously licking that part of her body, and a tremendous sense of conquest surged within him.

He began moving his penis back and forth in and out of her mouth, the saliva wetting the area, revealing even the prominent veins. Zhao Zijie breathed heavily, grasping her breast with one hand, pinching and squeezing the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Stefanie Sun had overcome her initial fear; she cooperated with the man, sucking hard with her lips as he entered, and chasing his glans with her tongue as he withdrew.

Zhao Zijie's pleasure intensified. He gripped the woman's head with one hand and the back of the chair with the other, thrusting his penis forcefully. It pounded wildly in her mouth, and she expressed her dissatisfaction with nasal sounds, yet continued to cooperate. Zhao Zijie felt as if a certain part of his body was about to explode. His thrusts grew deeper and more violent, sometimes even reaching deep into her throat. Sun Yanzi, watching Zhao Zijie's satisfied expression, tried to make his penis move in and out, her desire to bring him happiness making her willing to endure the torment of his penis on her lips. She even longed for his entire penis to be inside her mouth, to encompass it

completely. The pain in her mouth, under this psychological influence, even aroused her body. She reached for her sensitive area, sliding her fingers into her wet opening, inserting them in and out, her breathing becoming increasingly heavy. Zhao Zijie thrust forcefully, his scrotum brushing against Sun Yanzi's chin. Saliva, drawn from his penis, trickled from her lips, her throat stretched to its limit, her body covered in flushed red spots. His fingers danced in her vagina, fluid gushing out. "It's coming, it's coming..." she cried out silently, unable to speak aloud. Zhao Zijie watched Sun Yanzi's body writhe irregularly, her breasts swaying with her movements, the nipples on her slender peaks swollen to their limit. He thrust even harder into her mouth, about to climax. His penis plunged deep into Sun Yanzi's throat again and again, the tight grip of her lips giving him a pleasure unlike any other he experienced while penetrating her sensitive areas. He breathed heavily, savoring the approaching climax. Sun Yanzi felt the swelling of the penis in her mouth, sucking hard, her lips tightly wrapped around a certain part of her body, her fingers relentlessly exploring that sensitive area. Zhao Zijie felt a sudden jolt in a certain part of his body, a surge of heat rushing from his lower abdomen to a certain part of his body, his body contracting violently. He thrust deeply into Sun Yanzi's throat, a hot ejaculation escaping, semen flowing from the corner of her mouth with her saliva, leaving white traces on her face. At this moment, with Zhao Zijie's ejaculation, Sun Yanzi also reached the peak of pleasure, two fingers deeply inserted into her genitals, her body trembling in waves.

Sun Yanzi had been gone for a long time, while Zhao Zijie remained deeply slumped in the leather sofa, recalling the past few days with Sun Yanzi and her daughter, his expression constantly changing, sometimes joyful, sometimes sorrowful. Sun Yanzi's gentleness and deep affection for him had already touched his heart. The woman's pained expression when she offered herself to him at noon was deeply imprinted in his mind—the kind of pain a woman willingly endures for love. Yet, he remained hesitant. The sudden appearance of this relationship had disrupted his planned life rhythm, creating waves as powerful as a boulder thrown into calm water. When he stepped into university, he had already decided that the life he wanted was not a calm, flowing stream, but a rushing, powerful river. Zhao Zijie shook his head violently, trying to clear his mind of the chaotic thoughts. Looking at his phone at his waist, it was already four in the afternoon. He decided to go outside; perhaps a quiet place could calm him down. He changed into a twill short-sleeved shirt, put on his faded jeans, casually tidied his hair covering his forehead, closed the door, and went downstairs.

The intense sunlight as he stepped out of the building made him squint. He struggled to find his motorcycle among the rows of small workshops, finally discovering it squeezed against the roadside greenery by a red car. He unlocked the motorcycle, habitually patted the seat, and straddled it. Just then, he heard the crisp click of a woman's high heels behind him. Instinctively, he turned to see a tall woman approaching. She had shapely legs, and her toes, painted with pink nail polish, peeked out from behind her in strappy high-heeled sandals. A beige handbag slung across her slender arm. She wore a cream-colored dress, her hair flowing smoothly over her shoulders. She wore black sunglasses, obscuring her face, only revealing her brightly colored lips.

The woman seemed to notice Zhao Zijie's gaze, letting out a disdainful snort. She raised her head, walked to the red sedan, bent down, opened the door, climbed in, and slammed the door shut. The engine roared to life, and the car reversed past Zhao Zijie, swerved, and sped away. Zhao Zijie chuckled contemptuously. "What the hell are you pretending for? My money can get you to sleep with a hundred men at once."

The weather was sweltering. Riding to his usual bookstore near the town's edge, Zhao Zijie was drenched in sweat. He parked his bike and plunged inside. The interior was cool and comfortable, and Zhao Zijie enjoyed the coolness. He looked around the shop; as always, the small space was filled with bookshelves and a few benches crammed into every available space. There was a lot of stuff, but it wasn't cluttered—one of the reasons Zhao Zijie liked it here. He wandered among the bookshelves, stopping occasionally. When he reached his usual corner, he had two books in his hands: an Oracle reference book and a history of Western philosophy, both of which he hadn't finished reading before. He had a burning passion within him.

Immersed in the book, he didn't look up again, his mind wandering freely within its pages, finding freedom and fulfillment within its pages. Outside, the sky darkened, dark clouds gathering and quickly filling the heavens, making the air increasingly stifling. A rumble of thunder from the horizon startled Zhao Zijie from his reverie. Looking at his watch, he realized it was already 6:30. Reluctantly, Zhao Zijie closed the book and carefully placed it back on the shelf. He hurried out of the bookstore, glancing at the churning dark clouds in the sky. He had to get back quickly; any later and a downpour might follow.

Zhao Zijie sped along, watching the pedestrians on the street pedaling with their heads down. He thought: they're all going to the same place, where there are people who need them, and people they need. The image of Stefanie Sun flashed through his mind again, bringing a wave of warmth. Unconsciously, he had come to regard the mother and daughter as his own family. He pedaled harder, hoping to return to that warm home as quickly as possible.

He had walked most of the way when a clap of thunder sounded, and large raindrops began to pelt down from the sky, filling the air with the earthy smell. The rain, which had been gentle, gradually intensified into a dense downpour. Zhao Zijie was soaked to the bone, rain streaming down his forehead and through his hair. Rainwater had already seeped into his eyes, but he squinted and pushed through the heavy rain. Reaching the entrance to the residential area, he found the security guard in the booth nowhere to be seen. He rode his motorcycle to the building entrance, intending to push it into the stairwell, when he faintly heard a woman's call through the rain. Zhao Zijie wiped his face and looked in the direction of the sound. The heavy rain splashed white puddles on the ground, and it was dark; he couldn't see more than a few meters ahead.

The woman's call came again, faintly. Zhao Zijie felt the voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't make it out. He walked towards the direction of the sound. He couldn't see anything clearly, but following his memory, Zhao Zijie reached the fence at the edge of the residential area. The sounds came intermittently, a woman's cries mixed with sobs, and he seemed to hear a man's rough cursing. Zhao Zijie recognized Liu Fangfei's voice. A surge of heat rushed to his head; something must have happened. He grabbed the fence, trying to climb over. The fence was about two meters high, covered in spikes. Halfway up, he slipped and fell heavily into the mud. He scrambled to his feet, ignoring the mud and water covering him. A flash of inspiration struck him. He suddenly remembered a broken steel bar on the fence nearby, a gap large enough for a small person to squeeze through. On the other side was a small garden, where he had visited with Sun Yanzi and her daughter just a few days ago.

He found the broken fence and struggled to squeeze through the narrow opening, which only allowed one small person to pass through. The rough fence tore through his soaked shirt, leaving a gash on his back, from which blood mingled with the rainwater. Zhao Zijie groped his way forward along the path trodden by people. Liu Fangfei's cries grew clearer. He tripped over a wooden stick lying across the path, and as he got up, he instinctively grabbed it and gripped it tightly. Suddenly, Liu Fangfei's cries became shrill and then stopped abruptly. Zhao Zijie's heart skipped a beat, and he ran as fast as he could, stumbling to the end of the path. Several figures swayed in the rain, and he heard men making lewd noises. Zhao Zijie shouted and rushed over.

The scene that greeted him ignited his rage. On a long stone bench in the small garden, four young men surrounded her. A burly fat man was pressing down on the girl's head, covering her mouth with one hand, while two shirtless youths held her hands and feet. The girl's long, pale legs were struggling violently. Her black school uniform skirt was flipped up to her waist, and her white top was torn open, revealing a pair of tender breasts. Between her legs, which were forcibly spread wide, there was a light black pubic hair. A blond youth in front of her, naked from the waist down, had his erect body pressed against the girl.

Zhao Zijie's arrival caught them off guard. The blond youth was the first to react. Looking at the man holding a wooden stick and with a fierce look in his eyes, he figured that four against one shouldn't be a problem. He couldn't help but laugh and say, "Kid, you dare to meddle in my business? If you stay put, we'll finish with you, and then you can have some fun too."

Zhao Zijie couldn't see Liu Fangfei's face because of the blond youth, but the anger over his sister being bullied made him unable to calm down. He wanted to rush over and beat these thugs to a pulp. Rain streamed down his forehead, and a clap of thunder boomed from the sky, echoing in their ears.

Zhao Zijie was startled awake by the thunder. His mind raced for a moment, then he abruptly abandoned his thoughts of Nan Bangguo and laughed heartily. "So it's you here, Big Brother, on business. I was unaware of your abilities, but I'd heard from the brothers that you're rising stars. Seeing you today, I can see you're truly remarkable." He then gave the blond-haired man a lecherous look. "This chick is quite something. You have good taste, Big Brother, but she's a bit too restless. How about you lend me a hand, let me have some fun too?" He ripped open his shirt and tossed it aside. Seeing Zhang Rujian's eagerness, the other three couldn't help but laugh and said, "So you're brothers from the underworld." The blond-haired man was still somewhat skeptical and asked, "Where are you from?"

Zhao Zijie had heard of him back home; he was a local bully outside the east gate of Qingmei Town School, known as "Black Panther." He said, "I'm with Brother Black Panther. I have a thing for young girls. Please give Brother Panther some face and have some fun with me." The blond-haired man was just an ordinary street thug who often loitered around Liu Fangfei's school. He had long harbored lust for Liu Fangfei, but she was always accompanied home by classmates, so he never had a chance to make a move. Today, he and a few like-minded thugs were squatting by the roadside chatting and fooling around when they saw Liu Fangfei come out of school alone. They discussed it and decided to follow her. Taking advantage of the rain at the entrance of the residential area, when no one was paying attention, they forcibly dragged Liu Fangfei to a small garden, intending to have some fun. However, Liu Fangfei resisted fiercely, and just as they were about to succeed, Zhao Zijie interrupted them.

Hearing Zhao Zijie mention a famous underworld figure, he was only half relieved. He grinned lewdly, "So you're Brother Leopard's brother. Come join the fun." He stepped aside. Zhao Zijie had intended to strike when the blond-haired men were off guard, but judging from their posture, he would be facing away from them, making it impossible to act. However, if he didn't approach, the blond-haired men would become suspicious, and this one was no ordinary person.

So, he chuckled and walked to the girl's side. The girl looked on in terror. She recognized Zhao Zijie from his voice, but couldn't believe he was such a lecherous man, harboring malicious intentions towards her just like those thugs. She hadn't shed a tear when bullied by those thugs, but now tears welled up in her eyes, mingling with the rain, indistinguishable from the tears. Zhao Zijie saw the fear, sadness, anger, and despair in the girl's eyes, and his heart ached as if pierced by needles. But he couldn't show anything; the blond-haired men could strike him fatally from behind at any moment. He gave her a lewd look. "Damn, how did you guys find such a great girl?" His hand was already covering the girl's exposed breasts, the peaks firm and trembling slightly, but cold to the touch...

Liu Fangfei's heart was breaking. How could anyone else understand the pain and emotions in a young girl's heart? The moment Zhao Zijie's hand covered her breasts, she gave up resisting, closed her eyes, and refused to look at Zhao Zijie's ugly face. She let the rain wash over her tears, crying out in her heart, "Mom, how could you like someone like this? Why him?" She bit her lower lip tightly, enduring Zhao Zijie's invasion of her breasts, her sharp teeth digging into her red lips, drawing beads of crimson blood.

The girl was precocious; after spending a few days with her, she had already noticed Liu Zi's abnormality. Her usually dignified and composed mother had become uncharacteristically different these past few days, dressing more provocatively, and she had seen her gazing at Zhao Zijie with affectionate eyes more than once, and she also started to smile more often. Since her father had been stationed overseas for several years, the family had relied solely on her mother. Under the heavy pressure of life and work, her mother had become increasingly depressed, often secretly shedding tears while forcing a smile in front of her. She understood her mother's pain and deeply resented her father's heartlessness. She acted obediently and charmingly in front of her mother, doing things to please Sun Yanzi and trying her best to share her mother's suffering. After Zhao Zijie came to their home, the atmosphere changed, and she also grew fond of this ordinary-looking but erudite young man.

That day, she heard her mother and Zhao Zijie's suppressed breathing behind her and smelled the ambiguous scent in the room. She had already guessed what was happening behind her, but she didn't say anything. She was even happy for her mother, joyful for her mother's rebirth. But now, Zhao Zijie's behavior chilled her to the bone. She felt ashamed of herself and saddened for her mother. She had given up; the double blow, both mental and physical, had completely broken her. The three young men holding Liu Fangfei down sensed the girl's weakness and cried out in delighted lust, "Boss, this little wench is exhausted! Hurry up, we brothers can't hold back anymore!" Several hands roamed over the girl's exposed, innocent body. The girl endured it, hoping the rain would wash away the shame in her heart and make this moment pass quickly.

The blond-haired man, now completely relaxed, rubbed a certain part of his body with one hand, "Damn, she's obviously a virgin. Let us men give her a taste of manhood." He gripped and twisted the sensitive areas of the girl's slightly protruding body, the soft touch causing his own member to swell. Zhao Zijie's eyes were bloodshot as he watched the girl's body being ravaged by several men. He felt ashamed of himself, a man watching his sister being defiled. The blond-haired man panted heavily, his attention completely focused on Fei Fei's untouched body. His member became erect again; he pushed aside the men around the girl and leaned over her.

How could Zhao Zijie stand by and watch Feifei be defiled by this beast? How could he allow this despicable man's genitals to touch the pure flesh of a young girl? Seizing the opportunity, he suddenly erupted, slashing the blond-haired man's neck with a chop without warning. The blond-haired man screamed and tumbled off Feifei, his eyes rolling back as he lost consciousness. Zhao Zijie didn't know how much force he had used, but this man, honed by his own actions, unleashed his full power in a fit of rage, instantly rendering the blond-haired man unconscious. Taking advantage of the fact that the three men were completely caught off guard, Zhao Zijie targeted the burly fat man standing beside him, striking him in the face with his elbow. The hard elbow joint struck the fat man's nose, making a crisp sound in the rain. The fat man screamed and fell backward, his hand, which had been on another part of his body, now covering his face, howling and rolling on the ground in agony. The remaining two, finally regaining their senses, charged at Zhao Zijie, shouting. Zhao Zijie blocked a punch aimed at his face from one of the long-haired youths, but was immediately tackled to the ground by the other, a short-haired youth. The two rolled and struggled in the mud.

Aside from the strong physique honed by a life of hardship, Zhao Zijie had absolutely no experience in street fighting. He endured the blows raining down on him, desperately trying to choke the short-haired youth, rolling in the mud and letting the long-haired youth kick and punch him. The short-haired youth twisted Zhao Zijie's arm with one hand and relentlessly pounded his elbow into Zhao Zijie's abdomen with the other, each blow heavy. Zhao Zijie gripped the short-haired youth's neck tightly, feeling a blur of light before his eyes, the sharp pain in his abdomen like a saw ripping through his nerves, the blood from his mouth quickly washed away by the rain.

Short Hair felt his vision blur and his consciousness fading. He thought that anyone would give in to such blows, but this tactic, which had always worked in street fights, was ineffective against this man. Was he even human? Long Hair, seeing that his kicks and punches were completely useless, suddenly turned and charged at the wooden stick Zhao Zijie had thrown to the ground. He had gone mad; he wanted to see Zhao Zijie fall before his eyes. Zhao Zijie noticed that Short Hair had stopped moving beneath him, and the blows to his abdomen with his elbow had ceased. He clutched his abdomen with one hand, supporting his heavy body with the other, his mind focused on only one thought: to see the little girl, to protect her.

Blood trickled from his mouth down his chest, washed away by the rain. He struggled to open his eyes, trying to locate the girl, when suddenly a sharp pain shot through his head, his vision went black, and his body, struck by the wooden stick, was thrown backward, slowly collapsing into the muddy water, his eyes fixed on the sky. The dark clouds seemed to be dispersing; the rain was lessening. Zhao Zijie lay helplessly on his back in the water, a surge of resentment rising within him. He couldn't fall like this; Feifei was still lying there… The long-haired man, holding the wooden stick that had snapped in half from the force of his blows, saw Zhao Zijie in the water and burst into maniacal laughter, "Haha… you've finally been defeated by me! I won! I defeated you…" His voice abruptly cut off as he watched in astonishment as Zhao Zijie shakily propped himself up, his eyes fixed on him.

His legs buckled, and he sat back down in the water, the frenzy in his eyes turning to terror. He was terrified. The man before him had a contorted face, blood gushing from his forehead, staining his face and flowing down his eyes, his half-open, inhuman pupils motionless. The long-haired man felt a chill run down his spine from being stared at. Trembling, he pushed himself up with his hands and leaped into the air. He had to get out of there. This guy wasn't human; he was a vengeful ghost. He retreated step by step, until he reached the edge of the clearing, but those empty eyes still seemed to be right in front of him. He screamed in terror, turned, and ran away. This must be a nightmare.

Zhao Zijie watched the long-haired man leave, tried to stand up, but a sharp pain struck. He bent over, gasping for breath in the mud. He still had something to do. He shuffled along on his elbows, crawling towards the tattered shirt. The few meters felt incredibly tiring; he longed to rest. The moment his fingertips touched the shirt, he felt all his strength drain away. His vision blurred, and his eyelids felt heavy. A sharp woman's cry pierced the clearing. Liu Fangfei had already seen everything, but she couldn't move. Her heart ached, her thoughts were in turmoil. The man's actions proved her ignorance. She rushed forward, supporting Zhao Zijie's body, crying out in anguish. Zhao Zijie struggled to grab his shirt, intending to drape it over the girl, but failed. He was too exhausted; his eyelids drooped, and in the last moments of his consciousness, the world was a blood-red blur.

Zhao Zijie was repeatedly struck by a violent headache, his vision flashing before his eyes: sometimes Sun Yanzi's graceful figure lying on the bed, sometimes a long-haired man's contorted face, sometimes himself struggling to move while carrying heavy cement bags, and finally, Liu Fangfei's eyes, filled with fear, sadness, grief, and despair, fixed in his mind. He desperately tried to say something, but no words came out. The girl's eyes blurred; he reached out to grab something, but grasped nothing. His head throbbed with pain, blood-red, and his vision blurred again. Zhao Zijie's consciousness sank back into the cold darkness. Zhao Zijie's consciousness was once again driven from the darkness by a splitting headache. He had been trudging naked under the scorching sun, alone with no companions. The sunlight beat down on his head, his back burned with pain, and he felt dizzy. It was hot, so hot. Water! He wanted water. He licked his chapped lips, but there was no moisture, only intense pain.

"Water! I need water!" he cried, scratching at his throat. Suddenly, a drop of warm water fell on his cheek, one after another. Rain, it was raining. He opened his lips, letting the raindrops fall on his tongue. He swallowed greedily. He seemed to hear a woman's soft sobbing, sometimes there, sometimes not, as if coming from the sky, indistinct. He was too tired; he needed to rest. Zhao Zijie drifted in and out of sleep, his visions constantly shifting, but the woman's soft sobbing remained a constant companion. Zhao Zijie was awakened once again by the woman's crying. This time it wasn't sobbing, but sobbing. He found it amusing; what could be making her cry so bitterly? His attention was quickly drawn to another sound, a cold one.

"The patient suffered a severe head injury and excessive blood loss. While the critical period has passed and vital signs are normal, the patient is very weak. Coma is a common symptom of brain damage, and the situation is uncertain. There's a high possibility of the patient becoming a vegetable. That's all the doctors can do; we can only wait. Young lady, please don't shout so loudly. This is a hospital; you'll disturb the other patients."

"Are you talking about yourself? Young lady, is it Liu Fangfei? Where am I? What happened to me?" He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids were so heavy. He tried to raise his hand, but he couldn't even move his fingers. Except for being exceptionally conscious, his body felt like it wasn't his own.

Chapter 83:

That cold voice came again, "Talk to the patient more, although it won't do much good. By the way, be sure to move the patient's body, otherwise, his limbs will atrophy, and even if he wakes up, he'll be a cripple. Young lady, if you cry again, please leave. How many times do I have to say it?"

The sobs around Zhao Zijie subsided, but were clearly suppressed. Each choked sob made his heart race. He tried to struggle, but it was useless; his body felt like wood, devoid of sensation. The pain of losing his freedom enraged him. His head throbbed, and he fainted again. He heard a woman's gentle voice beside him, "Zijie, even though you can't hear me, I still want to say this. Over the years, I've lost all faith in life, but your arrival has given me new hope. I don't regret my choice at all. Do you know how much I love you?" The woman's voice trembled. "I wish… I wish it wasn't you lying here, but me…" She couldn't continue, sobbing, her face pressed against Zhao Zijie's as she wept. Zhao

Zijie felt warm water droplets slide down his cheek. It was Sun Yanzi, it was her. How he longed to hold her in his arms, to caress her, but he couldn't. He felt Sun Yanzi's sobs lessen, her face moved away, and she wiped away the tears from his face. The woman's voice rang out again: "I won't cry. I'm happy because I know you love me too. It's enough to have been loved by you, even if it was just for a few days. Even if you can only lie in bed for the rest of your life, I won't leave you. But..." The woman hesitated for a moment, "But I still want your caresses. Being with you is so wonderful. Touch me, my face is all red." Sun Yanzi took Zhao Zijie's hand and rubbed it against her cheek. Zhao Zijie felt the woman's face, still wet with tears, burning hot, and Sun Yanzi's beautiful face floated into his mind. The woman pulled Zhao Zijie's hand down to her lips, lightly licked it with her tongue, traced it with her teeth, and put one of his fingers in her mouth and sucked on it. "Zijie, can you feel it? Am I very lewd? I've heard people say that men like women like this. If you also want me to be like this, I'll become a slut, but only you can enjoy it." Zhao

Zijie was once again deeply moved. The woman's deep affection surged like a tidal wave, and he felt a warm current in his lower abdomen. He was surprised to find that he seemed to have feelings again; his body no longer felt like a wooden stick, and he could almost feel his muscles trembling slightly

. Sun Yanzi didn't notice Zhao Zijie's unusual behavior. She took her saliva-soaked fingers and slid them across his beautiful neck. "Zijie, my breasts are so swollen! Rub them for me, I love it when you touch them."

Zhao Zijie heard the rustling of clothes, and then his hand was led to a warm, fleshy mound, moving up and down, the protruding nipple pressing against his palm. "Ah, are my breasts beautiful? You were peeking at them that day. Look, the protruding nipple is standing up! Hmm, your hands are so naughty, they're making my heart itch. That protruding nipple is my most sensitive spot. Do you think it's beautiful?" "Long and soft, I really like it. Now it feels numb, like little bugs are biting me, um..." Stefanie Sun clenched her teeth, her face flushed, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her body. Being in a hospital room, yet engaging in such wanton behavior, gave her a forbidden pleasure. A certain part of her body could feel sticky and slippery, but for Zhao Zijie, she would do anything, even be a slut, as long as Zhao Zijie was happy. Zhao Zijie felt his hand being dragged to Stefanie Sun's skirt, feeling the unique lightness of the silk fabric. His hand was already covering Stefanie Sun's lower abdomen, above the softest part of her womanly body. "Isn't my figure great? I've gained weight these past few days with you, you want to touch me? It's made me hold my breath to put on my skirt suits these days." "Oh, these shorts are specially bought for you. They feel so nice, don't they? They're red, I love them. And let me tell you a secret, they're see-through. When I tried them on, I could see my private parts in the mirror—I just wanted to seduce you." Stefanie Sun murmured sweetly, sharing her secret with Zhao Zijie.

Zhao Zijie's blood rushed through his veins, his lower body burning. Although he wasn't erect, he felt a surge of energy flowing into his body like a gentle spring. Stefanie Sun spread her legs wider, trapping Zhao Zijie's hands between them, then squeezed them together, moving them back and forth as Zhao Zijie had done before. "You know what? I love it when you rub me like this. Can you feel it? Isn't it slippery and hot? I'm already wet, it's all for you. Do you like it? My body is so itchy, why aren't you awake? Why aren't you awake? I need you!" Suddenly, Stefanie Sun buried her head in the blanket covering Zhao Zijie and burst into tears. "Zijie, please wake up! My daughter and I need you. Can't you feel me? I'm so scared, scared of losing you and being all alone again. We've tried everything these past few days, but you're still unresponsive. I don't know what to do. This is the last thing I can do—try to wake you with my body—but it's no use! It's no use!" She pounded on Zhao Zijie's chest, sobbing uncontrollably.

That day, when Stefanie Sun returned home, Zhao Zijie had already left, leaving a note saying he was going to the bookstore. But she waited until almost 7:30, the food she had prepared was cold, and Zhao Zijie hadn't returned. Even her daughter, who was always punctual, hadn't come home. Looking at the gloomy weather outside, the rain had almost stopped. She couldn't wait any longer and decided to go to her daughter's school. Just as she stepped out of the building, she saw her daughter, covered in blood and disheveled, running towards her, seemingly ignoring her as she rushed into the stairwell.

Sun Yanzi grabbed her daughter, realizing something was wrong. Without asking questions, she first checked if her daughter was injured. Feifei struggled to break free of Sun Yanzi's arm, trembling all over, muttering, "He's dead, he's dead!" Sun Yanzi, having lived alone for many years and experienced many things, remained composed despite her anxiety. She quickly hugged her daughter, patting her back, "Feifei, don't be afraid, it's Mommy, it's Mommy, what happened?" Liu Fangfei composed herself and finally burst into tears, "

Zhao Zijie, Zhao Zijie was beaten to death by bad guys!" A loud bang echoed in Sun Yanzi's mind, and she felt her feet go lightly. "Zijie is dead?" She shook her daughter violently, "Where? Where is he?" Liu Fangfei's eyes were lifeless, and she said weakly, "In the small garden, he's dead, I saw him." With a sudden surge of strength, Sun Yanzi lifted her daughter, "Take me there quickly." The two stumbled into an open space in the small garden, where human bodies lay scattered about. Sun Yanzi immediately recognized Zhao Zijie. She rushed over and helped him up from the edge of a puddle, the water stained red with his blood.

Zhao Zijie lay motionless in her arms. Surprisingly, Sun Yanzi remained calm in this situation. She checked his breath; it was faint—he was still alive. She sternly shouted at Liu Fangfei, who was crying beside her, "Go get a car! He's not dead yet!" With the help of a taxi driver, the mother and daughter took Zhao Zijie to the largest hospital in the county, the First People's Hospital, where the director was an acquaintance of Sun Yanzi. Thanks to the director's connections, all the admission procedures were simplified, and Zhao Zijie was immediately taken to the operating room for emergency treatment.

The surgery lasted a full five hours, not ending until midnight. Stefanie Sun waited anxiously while also comforting her still terrified daughter. After the surgery, Zhao Zijie was admitted to the intensive care unit and then transferred to a special care ward a day later. His condition was extremely serious; his spleen had ruptured, he had suffered a severe head injury, and he had lost a lot of blood. Fortunately, the surgery was relatively successful, and his life was saved. However, he remained unconscious. Liu Fangfei also fell ill on the day Zhao Zijie was transferred to the special care unit, suffering from exhaustion due to excessive fear. Fortunately, her condition wasn't serious, and she recovered after two days in the hospital. Today marks ten days. The mother and daughter have taken turns caring for Zhao Zijie meticulously, trying everything they could, but he showed no signs of waking up. Fortunately, Liu Yuemei and Wu Ni hadn't contacted Zhao Zijie; otherwise, things would have been chaotic.

Today, Stefanie Sun, clinging to her last hope, tried to awaken Zhao Zijie with her own body, but seeing that he remained completely still, she was overcome with grief and broke down in tears. Zhao Zijie felt the woman's deep grief. Her blows caused excruciating pain in his injured lower back. Suddenly, he realized his lips were twitching with pain; he had regained control of his body. Although he couldn't move or open his eyes, he felt signs of recovery. Sun Yanzi cried for a long time before finally stopping. She then realized she had been sobbing uncontrollably, hitting Zhao Zijie, and felt deep remorse. She stood up to check his wound, but then noticed something between his legs. Her pale face flushed red from crying.

She pulled Zhao Zijie's hand from between his legs, held it in her small hand, and said softly, "Zijie, if you really wake up, this will be your special place to hold your hand when you sleep." She sighed deeply, her eyes reddening again. Looking at her watch, it was already nine o'clock at night. She quickly straightened her disheveled clothes, tidied her hair, and pulled a basin from under the bed. She went to the bathroom, fetched hot water, and prepared to wash Zhao Zijie.

This VIP ward was designed like a standard hotel room, with its own bathroom. It's not available to the average person, but only those with substantial financial means. In the center of the room, near the window, was a large bed for the patient. A step away was a smaller bed for family members accompanying the patient. For the past few days, Stefanie Sun and her daughter had been taking turns resting here. Stefanie Sun prepared the water, tested the temperature, and then pulled back the thin blanket, revealing Zhao Zijie's body. To keep him dry, Zhao Zijie was completely naked except for a thick bandage around his abdomen. She carefully wiped Zhao Zijie's body, then applied some drying powder. After finishing, she was drenched in sweat, having spent a full hour on this. She took a shower, put on her pajamas, and sat by Zhao Zijie's bedside, looking at him. A wave of weariness washed over her, and she sighed again. It was time to rest. Sun Yanzi couldn't fall asleep on the small bed. She sat up, thought for a moment, took off her pajamas, and squeezed into Zhao Zijie's bed. She rested one of his arms under her head, pressed her naked body against his, and curled up like a kitten. Only then did she feel that he hadn't left her, and she fell asleep contentedly.

Zhao Zijie, smelling the fragrance of Sun Yanzi's hair and feeling her soft body, also fell asleep. The morning sunlight streamed in through the window, and the two people on the bed were still fast asleep. One side of the thin blanket was pressed under Sun Yanzi's body, revealing her two full buttocks and a long, slender leg. The door clicked softly, and Liu Fangfei entered. This young woman had matured considerably after this incident. Although her face carried a hint of melancholy, and her face had thinned, she was still pretty and charming, even more attractive than before. Seeing the scene before her, she was stunned for a moment, then relieved. She understood her mother's feelings for Zhao Zijie even more deeply now, because she herself had developed a deep attachment to him. Zhao Zijie's behavior in the small garden had made her see this man in a new light.

Even in his final moments, he had draped that shirt over her shoulders, making her uneasy about her misunderstanding of him. Without this man, she didn't know what would become of her; she didn't even dare to think about it. She had already washed and carefully mended the shirt. For this girl, raised under her mother's loving care, needle and thread were so unfamiliar, yet she still did her best to complete her first piece of work. The shirt was mended, but the bloodstains on the front and back couldn't be washed away, and the image of the man in her heart could never be erased. For a moment, she even felt a small pang of jealousy towards her mother, because her face was so peaceful; she was sleeping soundly in the arms of her beloved man.

When Stefanie Sun woke up, the sunlight was already strong. She glanced at the clock by her bedside—it was already nine o'clock. Usually, her daughter would have arrived long ago. Looking around the room, she felt relieved, knowing she had given herself completely to this man, but she was still careful not to let her daughter know. She wondered how her daughter would react. She first leaned down and kissed Zhao Zijie's cheek, then got dressed and, as usual, washed and bathed him before going to wash herself. Zhao Zijie also woke up, feeling at ease as he experienced the wife's attentiveness. He knew that if he were in Stefanie Sun's shoes, he would treat her the same way. He heard Stefanie Sun's footsteps fade away. He felt much better today; his headache had lessened considerably, and his body seemed stronger after a night's sleep.

He tried to open his eyes, straining, but his eyelids could only barely open a sliver of light, which was quite dazzling. He tried to clench his fist, only managing a slight movement in his little finger. He was quite satisfied; although he still couldn't move it, he believed he would be able to stand up soon. Liu Fangfei paced back and forth in the hospital courtyard, estimating her mother was probably up by now. She arrived at the ward but didn't go in directly, only knocking on the door. Sun Yanzi, already dressed, opened the door and let her daughter in. She had to rush to work, but as she was leaving, she suddenly remembered something and turned to her daughter, saying, "Feifei, today is a routine check-up. Dr. Ling will be here soon." The girl softly responded and sat down beside Zhao Zijie's bed. Sun Yanzi looked at her daughter's thin face and sighed. This child had just gotten out of bed but insisted on taking care of Zhao Zijie, taking turns with her. Fortunately, this saved her from running back and forth between the two patients.

Looking at the look in her daughter's eyes as she looked at Zhao Zijie, besides guilt and gratitude, there seemed to be something else—familiar, yet indescribable. She had a meeting that morning and was going to be late, so she hurriedly left. Liu Fangfei sat quietly beside Zhao Zijie, her small hand stroking his sharply defined face, tears welling in her eyes. For the past few days, she had been deeply remorseful; that nightmarish experience had given her a taste of the struggle between good and evil. A young girl's heart is always poetic; she too had fantasized about a happy future, anticipating the appearance of her Prince Charming. But she never imagined that the man before her would pluck the strings of her heart.

At first, she was attracted by Zhao Zijie's eloquence, then discovered his erudition, but this remained merely admiration. Later, she discovered the feelings between Zhao Zijie and Stefanie Sun, genuinely happy for her mother, and grew closer to Zhao Zijie, enjoying the subtle changes in their home after his arrival. Lacking a father's love, she felt a man's care in Zhao Zijie; her admiration transformed into a dependence on an elder, treating him as an older brother.

But that day's experience finally made her see Zhao Zijie as a man. His strong arms could shield her from the wind and rain; she felt safe by his side. Even now, with Zhao Zijie lying in bed, she believed that if anything happened, he would leap up to protect her. A young girl's affections were firmly attached to Zhao Zijie. Zhao Zijie awoke to a gentle caress. For a moment, he felt it was Stefanie Sun, but no, although both were filled with deep affection, the fragrance in his nose clearly told him it wasn't. Stefanie Sun's body fragrance was mature and rich, giving one a sense of intoxication, while the scent emanating from the person beside him was fresh and elegant, with a subtle fragrance mixed with the faint scent of shower gel. He searched his memory—it was Fei Fei. Yes, because this fragrance was the scent of a virgin.

Liu Fangfei pulled herself together; it was time to massage him. She lifted the thin blanket, revealing Zhao Zijie's naked body, his face slightly flushed. Although it wasn't the first time she'd seen Zhao Zijie's body, she still couldn't help feeling shy. The first time, she almost dared not look at his body, but thinking of what he had done for her, nearly losing his life in his private parts, she felt at ease. Feifei's small hands kneaded upwards from Zhao Zijie's arms to his neck, then switched to his arms. After finishing his arms, fine beads of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose. She wiped them with a towel draped nearby, then took off her shoes, knelt on the bed, and carefully pressed and kneaded Zhao Zijie's chest, gradually moving to his lower abdomen. Perhaps the massage was too strenuous, because her breathing became a little rapid, and her face was flushed as if it were about to bleed.

Feifei felt lost, unsure where to look. She was facing the man's genitals; thick hair stretched from his lower abdomen to his thighs, and a certain part of his curled-up body drooped lazily, the dark scrotum clenched tightly. Feifei's heart pounded, her body felt weak and almost powerless. Her small hand rested on Zhao Zijie's lower abdomen, the flesh beneath her hard. She raised her hand, her small chest heaving. Suddenly, she wanted to touch it.

Feifei and her close friends often discussed men's bodies, but these innocent girls didn't have a clear concept of what a man's body was; they only vaguely knew it was completely different from girls'. Today, seeing the man's genitals, she didn't know why she had such a strange thought, something she hadn't experienced in the past few days. She took a deep breath, her small hand trembling as she reached for a certain part of Zhao Zijie's body, grasping it in her hand. It was soft and felt very comfortable to touch. She suddenly felt the room was very hot, her heart was pounding, a heat coursing through her body, her breasts were throbbing, her throat was dry, and she unconsciously swallowed hard, making a small swallowing sound. Zhao Zijie's heart was now in his throat. The girl's curious actions caused that familiar heat to rise in his abdomen again, and a certain part of his body became slightly erect. He felt shameless, having desire for this girl he usually treated like a younger sister, but he couldn't move or speak; his body was responding to external stimuli according to his primal instincts. Despite his efforts to suppress it, a certain part of his body began to burn.

Just then, there was a loud knocking on the door. Fei Fei hurriedly released Zhao Zijie's body, jumped off the bed, and covered herself with a thin blanket. Just as she finished, the door was pushed open. Zhao Zijie's heart relaxed. He didn't know how he could face this girl afterward if what had just happened; he might be haunted by guilt for the rest of his life. He heard Liu Fangfei's timid voice beside him, "Dr. Ling." "

Hmm, rounds." It was that cold, emotionless voice again. Zhao Zijie felt a surge of anger; he recognized it as the same voice that had sternly reprimanded Feifei that day.

A chill ran through Zhao Zijie as the sheets were pulled away, a cold thermometer was shoved under his arm, and a round object—probably a stethoscope—was placed across his chest. "Hmm, hmm, eh? The patient's condition is good, his heartbeat is strong, very good." Liu Fangfei cautiously asked from the side, "How long will it take for him to wake up?" She was a little afraid of this doctor. "Didn't I say? We can only wait." The doctor said impatiently. "Keep an eye on the patient; come back to me if there are any problems." With that, the doctor turned and left, the door clicking shut. Silence returned to the room. Feifei obediently covered Zhao Zijie with a thin blanket; she no longer had the courage to massage him.

She suddenly chuckled, "Brother Zijie, that doctor was so fierce, but she was so beautiful. Will I be that beautiful when I grow up? I know you like beautiful women because my mom is very beautiful, and I must be beautiful too, because if I'm beautiful, you'll like me." She frowned, "But Mom likes you too, and you like Mom too, so what am I supposed to do? Can you share some of your love with me?" After saying that, she leaned against Zhao Zijie's chest and murmured, "I'm a little jealous of Mom because she gets your love. But Mom is also very pitiful; she has a hard life all by herself. I don't want her to be unhappy. Can I love you with Mom?" Tears welled up in her eyes again.

Zhao Zijie felt a tremor in his heart. He hadn't expected that this little girl also had feelings for him, and actually longed to share his love with Stefanie Sun. But he only had brotherly love for her. What should he do? What should he do? If he refused, he would hurt the heart of a pure young girl. He wasn't the kind of person who could refuse others, especially such a gentle and lovable girl. The girl also realized her feelings for Stefanie Sun. Feifei hugged Zhao Zijie, resting her head on his chest. Only at this moment could she feel that Zhao Zijie belonged to her. A wave of weariness washed over her, and she fell asleep against his chest. Zhao Zijie could feel the firmness of the girl's breasts pressing against his arm. Unlike the softness of Stefanie Sun's breasts, the girl's breasts were firm yet soft, pressing hard against his chest. He felt a certain part of his body showing signs of erection again, and his body felt stronger, as if sexual stimulation had greatly aided his recovery.

Feifei slept soundly, while Zhao Zijie's mind wandered. Mother and daughter sharing a husband—this seemingly impossible thing was actually happening to him? From a purely male perspective, who could resist such an encounter? But moral boundaries prevented him from crossing this forbidden line. Time passed second by second, and the sky gradually darkened. Feifei woke up with a soft moan; she was so hungry. After dinner, it was already eight o'clock in the evening. Most of the patients were already resting. Feifei wiped Zhao Zijie's body again, took a shower herself, and lay down on the small bed in the pajamas she had brought. She had slept too much in the afternoon and couldn't fall asleep for a while. Thinking of Zhao Zijie and her mother, the satisfied look on her mother's face as she slept naked next to Zhao Zijie that morning came to mind.

She got up, took off her pajamas, and her body, still carrying the innocence of a young girl, was thin but slender. Her pair of tender breasts stood proudly upright, two pink nipples standing erect in the cool air. Her lower abdomen was flat, and unlike Stefanie Sun, the girl's genitals were covered with a dense layer of downy hair. Her legs were closed, but there was a two-finger-width gap between them, a pink slit extending from the lower part of her body towards her crotch. Her pink buttocks were upturned, and after a smooth transition were two slender legs—a very perfect young girl's body.

She lifted the thin blanket, pressed her body against Zhao Zijie's side, hugged him briefly, then, feeling uncomfortable, climbed onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Feifei felt her face burning, pressing it against Zhao Zijie's chest, listening to his strong heartbeat. She knew it was inappropriate for a young woman to be acting this way, but the desire to experience her mother's happiness made it impossible to resist the temptation. Besides, night had fallen in the hospital room; it seemed no one would know what they were doing. Zhao Zijie wasn't asleep either. He felt the girl's movements, a tremor running through him. This girl was playing a dangerous and crazy game. Feifei's breasts pressed against his body, the height difference causing their genitals to touch, their hair intertwined, a certain part of his body comfortably nestled between her legs.

The girl stroked Zhao Zijie's chest, curiously playing with the protruding point on his breasts. Stimulated, Zhao Zijie's penis began to swell, and a certain part of his body quietly rose, pressing against the girl's vulva. Feifei felt the burning sensation pressed against her, and curiously reached down to touch it, grasping a certain part of Zhao Zijie's body. His penis wasn't fully erect yet. The girl touched it, wondering what it was. From the feel in her hand, it resembled the man's penis she had touched that morning, but it was so different—much harder, burning hot.

She felt her face grow even hotter. She didn't know what was happening, but instinct told her that this was something only the most intimate relationships between men and women would experience. She felt her breasts swell, the protruding point hardening against her, her body feeling strange and extremely uncomfortable. She looked up at Zhao Zijie's face; his eyes were closed, seemingly no different from usual. Relieved, the discomfort in her body made her want to make a sound, but only a thick nasal tone came out, "Mmm..." She slowly slid off Zhao Zijie, burying her head between his legs. The room was dimly lit, only revealing a large, erect shadow. She grasped it with her small hand; it was hot and throbbing. She brought it to her nose and inhaled, a strong masculine scent emanating from it. She inhaled deeply, her body trembling. She knew she should stop, but her intense curiosity about the man's body drove her to continue. Feifei was intoxicated by the man's scent. She felt a tingling sensation there, and she clamped her legs around Zhao Zijie's thighs, pressing them tightly against him. The firm touch slightly eased the itch. She breathed softly, her small hands clenched tightly. She realized that one hand couldn't completely hold a certain part of her body, so she reached out with her other hand, and only then could she completely wrap a certain part of her body with both hands.

Driven by intense curiosity, she wanted to continue exploring the mysteries of the male body. She slid one hand down from the base of his penis, caressing his scrotum. The scrotum was rough and wrinkled. "It's so ugly," she thought, cradling it in her hand. Two small balls slid back and forth inside. She couldn't help but knead them, savoring the sensation. Zhao Zijie was going crazy. His manhood was being played with by the girl, and a certain part of his body was completely engorged and erect. He could feel the softness of the girl's vagina through one leg. Feifei felt the man's penis swelling in her hand, a heat swirling in her lower abdomen, waves of itching sensation washing over her. She shifted restlessly, rubbing her penis against Zhao Zijie's leg. "So comfortable. Is this what a game between a man and a woman is like?" Feifei's little hand slid on Zhao Zijie's penis. She discovered that the outer skin of the man's penis could move up and down with the movement of her hand. She curiously moved her little hand up and down on the penis. Suddenly she felt a liquid flowing over her hand. It was slippery. She touched it with her hand. At the tip of the penis, there was a small opening. "The liquid must be flowing out from here," she thought, continuing to stroke the penis up and down with her small hand. The liquid had already wet her hand, making a "tsk tsk" sound.

Hearing this sound, she felt a burning sensation in her lower abdomen, where liquid was secreted, making it slippery on Zhao Zijie's leg. She moaned softly, her penis rubbing intensely against Zhao Zijie's leg, her hand moving rapidly involuntarily. Zhao Zijie felt his endurance was nearing its limit. The girl's unconscious actions brought him immense stimulation. He felt every pore on his body open, a strange sensation rising, as if power was flowing back into his body through his pores. The girl's body trembled violently. She felt as if she were about to float away, a comfortable feeling spreading throughout her body. She breathed rapidly, her penis rubbing quickly against Zhao Zijie's leg. "It's coming...it's coming..." She didn't know why she uttered these words, but it was the feeling. Feifei's body finally trembled, stiffening there. A large amount of vaginal fluid gushed from her vulva, sliding down Zhao Zijie's legs and onto the sheets. Zhao Zijie reached his climax at that moment, his ejaculate spraying onto Feifei's face, his hands clenched into fists. He realized he could control his body again; though weak, he could move. Zhao Zijie tried to open his eyes, his heavy eyelids struggling to open, a sliver of moonlight entering his vision. "Feifei..." the trembling words escaped his lips. Feifei was stunned by Zhao Zijie's sudden ejaculation, still lying between his legs, the fluid slowly trickling down her face. She hadn't even realized Zhao Zijie was calling her. After the initial lust subsided, she was surprised by her own body. What had just happened to her? That pleasurable feeling still lingered there. Was this the secret between men and women? She thought blankly.

Zhao Zijie could barely utter a second breath, silently gathering his strength. Although he and the girl hadn't actually had sex, it was as if they had. As a man, he had to take responsibility for it all. He needed to think carefully about his relationship with the mother and daughter. Feifei snapped out of her daze, looking at the mess before her. Her face was still covered in the man's fluids. She quickly cleaned up, went to the bathroom to get water, washed her face, and then used a towel to wipe the fluids from both of them from Zhao Zijie's genitals and legs. The intense sensation she had felt earlier made her want to see her secret. She straddled the bed with one leg and placed the other on the floor, leaning over to peer. In the bright moonlight, she saw a glistening sheen there. Her once tightly closed labia were now slightly parted, covered in moisture. Her face flushed, and she carefully wiped it with the towel.

The area was very sensitive from the intense excitement, and the wiping caused a slight pain. She frowned, "Am I not a virgin anymore? They say it hurts when a woman isn't a virgin. Have I already given him my virginity?" Feifei looked up at Zhao Zijie on the bed and gasped. She saw him staring at her with bright eyes. Looking into his eyes, her lips trembled violently. She had waited too long for this moment; the past ten days and nights felt like an eternity. The gnawing regret had kept her weeping every day. She felt she owed Zhao Zijie so much, and even a lifetime of repayment seemed too short.

Feifei's throat tightened, her chest heaved, and her small hands gripped the towel tightly, twisting it forcefully. She remained motionless in the same position. Zhao Zijie could feel Feifei's excitement. He, too, was excited about his rebirth. He struggled to raise his hands and made a hugging motion. Feifei buried her face in his chest and began to sob softly, her cries a chorus of sobs. The anguish of the past ten days poured out with her tears. For a sixteen-year-old girl, such an emotional burden was already too heavy. Now that Zhao Zijie was awake, her tense spirit relaxed. She hugged Zhao Zijie tightly, as if letting go would cause him to fall into a deep sleep again, never to wake again.

Zhao Zijie felt the thin blanket on his chest soaked with Feifei's tears. The girl's tight embrace was unbearable for his weak body; a sharp pain shot through his abdomen. He tried his best to suppress it, but a low groan finally escaped his lips. Feifei heard the groan, lifted her tear-filled eyes, and saw the pained expression on Zhao Zijie's face. She finally snapped out of her intense pleasure, quickly stood up, but still didn't want to leave. Her small hands firmly grasped one of Zhao Zijie's large hands, and she asked with concern, "Brother Zijie, did I hurt you? How are you feeling now?"

Zhao Zijie let out a soft sigh. The girl in his eyes looked tense, her beautiful eyes revealing genuine concern. He couldn't help but avoid her gaze, his mind a jumble of emotions. Both mother and daughter were deeply devoted to him, but his relationship with Stefanie Sun was illicit. How could society accept a young man just coming of age with a beautiful young woman, especially since Stefanie Sun was married? Now, Feifei was also caught in this complicated emotional vortex. The girl's sincerity moved him, but it was even harder for him to accept. Did this innocent girl know what she was facing? Even if he accepted it, what about Stefanie Sun? What would others think? Feifei, with her simple mind, couldn't possibly think of these things. Seeing the man's furrowed brows, she thought her behavior had angered Zhao Zijie and quickly explained, "Brother Zijie, I was just too happy and hurt you. Where does it hurt? Let Feifei rub it for you." In the girl's experience, her mother always handled her pain this way.

"Is it here?" The girl knelt on the bed, her small hands kneading Zhao Zijie's abdomen. Zhao Zijie looked at the girl's pure and innocent expression, her naked body so beautiful, her tender breasts swaying slightly with her movements. He felt a surge of heat in his abdomen and hurriedly said, "Feifei, no, clothes." He spoke those few simple words with difficulty, his body still weak. Feifei asked curiously, "Are you cold?" Following Zhao Zijie's gaze, she realized she was still naked. She quickly pulled the thin blanket over her chest, blushing, not daring to look into Zhao Zijie's eyes. Yet, seeing his naked body, she was momentarily at a loss, frozen in place, feeling a mixture of shyness and a slight sweetness. The man's reaction told her that her body was still attractive.

A slightly awkward atmosphere filled the space between them. The girl bit her cherry lips, "You...you turn your head away!"

Zhao Zijie couldn't help but chuckle, turning his head away. Liu Fangfei put on her pajamas, thought for a moment, then lifted the thin blanket and slipped her petite body inside, pressing herself tightly against Zhao Zijie's body, not daring to move, her eyes tightly closed. In the girl's heart, she had already given her body to this man, and it was only right that she should sleep with him, savoring that warm and tender feeling. But the girl's modesty made her feel ashamed of what she was doing, so she only dared to press her body against Zhao Zijie's without making any movement.

Zhao Zijie felt the girl's tense body pressed against him, like a piece of wood, and couldn't help but smile bitterly. He should find an opportunity to have a proper talk with her. Time passed by, and the girl's body gradually relaxed from stiffness. One small hand rested on Zhao Zijie's chest, and the soft breathing indicated that she had fallen asleep. Zhao Zijie felt very tired. His body, which had just awakened, was exhausted after the intense stimulation. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and finally he also fell asleep. The room was quiet and warm, bathed in silvery moonlight that illuminated the two sleeping figures, neck to neck, seemingly whispering secrets. With the arrival of her soulmate, Fei Fei awoke from her sleep, her face filled with happiness. She looked at Zhao Zijie, still fast asleep, leaned down, and gently kissed his lips. She finally understood the happiness her mother felt. Excited, she wanted to tell her mother this good news; she could even picture her mother's joyful smile.

Feifei tiptoed out of bed, afraid of waking Zhao Zijie, who was still dreaming. After washing up, she paced anxiously around the room, frequently going to the window to look out. She couldn't wait to tell her mother the news. After what seemed like the umpteenth time she went to the window, she finally saw Stefanie Sun's figure rushing into view. Stefanie Sun gently pushed open the door, and her daughter rushed into her arms. "He's awake," Feifei whispered. Though the words were soft, they seemed amplified many times over, exploding in Stefanie Sun's ears. Stefanie Sun's body went limp, as if losing her support, and she collapsed into her daughter's arms. Looking into her daughter's eyes, she said, "He's awake?" "Feifei supported her mother and said confidently, "He woke up last night and is still sleeping." Sun Yanzi murmured as if she still couldn't believe it, "He's awake, really awake?" She pulled away from Feifei, staggered two steps into the room, and then sat down on the floor. She didn't dare to look, afraid that she would see him still unconscious, afraid that it was all a dream. Sun Yanzi covered her face with her hands and began to sob. Liu Fangfei was frightened by her mother's appearance. She had thought that Sun Yanzi would jump up with joy when she heard the news, but she didn't expect her mother to be like this. Slowly, she understood. She felt the kind of panic that Sun Yanzi felt when she saw Zhao Zijie wake up. She went to her mother's side, gently patted her back, and her eyes were also filled with tears.

Zhao Zijie woke from his dream, his eyes slightly open. The blinding sunlight stung his eyes, causing him to close them involuntarily. When he opened them again, he squinted. The sunlight outside the window was so bright. In the dim light, a slender figure walked to the window, and with a "whoosh," the curtains were drawn, blocking the sunlight to the other side, dimming the room. The figure at the window gradually became clearer; it was Feifei, dressed in a playful red dress, smiling lightly and gesturing to him. Zhao Zijie slowly turned his head, and before him was Sun Yanzi's affectionate face, her eyes red and swollen, clearly having just cried. "Sister Zi."

"Zijie." Without many words, their eyes met, conveying a thousand unspoken words. Their gazes, filled with genuine emotion, intertwined. Sun Yanzi slowly lowered her head, her face drawing closer and closer to Zhao Zijie's, her moist red lips trembling.

Sun Yanzi's eyes were only on Zhao Zijie, as if the whole world consisted only of herself and the man beside her. Passion overflowed in her mind. Their lips touched, separated, and then pressed tightly together again. Sun Yanzi's lips chased after his, gently holding and biting, as if the endless pain and sorrow of the past ten days were slowly fading away in this lingering kiss. In the space created by their lips, their tongues exchanged intimately, their saliva flowing into each other's mouths. Zhao Zijie read a thousand tendernesses and ten thousand loves in this kiss—sorrow and joy. His hands embraced the woman's neck, pressing down as if to press her full body into his own. After a long while, feeling the woman's body constantly writhing and her breathing becoming rapid, he reluctantly released her, a thin strand of clear saliva clinging to their parted lips.

Sun Yanzi blushed, secretly pinching Zhao Zijie hard with her small hand hidden under the thin blanket, as if complaining about his earlier rudeness, or perhaps venting the frustration accumulated over the past ten days. Zhao Zijie winced and cried out in pain. Suddenly, Fei Fei's light, crisp laughter rang in their ears. Fei Fei had intended to leave, letting the two enjoy their hard-won intimacy in peace, but her desire to pry into the secrets of their love made her stop. The kiss between her mother and Zhao Zijie had stirred her emotions, deeply moving her; her heart was filled with joy, bittersweetness, and a faint, almost imperceptible sense of loss. It wasn't until she saw her mother's actions under the blanket and Zhao Zijie's pained expression that she laughed out loud.

Hearing the laughter, Sun Yanzi realized her lapse in composure. She hadn't told her daughter about her relationship with Zhao Zijie, yet now she was being so intimate with him in front of her daughter. How was she going to explain this to her daughter? Liu Fangfei noticed Sun Yanzi's embarrassment. "Mom, I'm so happy for you!" she said, skipping away from the room. Sun Yanzi felt a surge of emotion and relief. "This girl!" she thought, then looked at Zhao Zijie, her face flushing again. Zhao Zijie reached out and put his arm around Sun Yanzi's slender waist. Sun Yanzi leaned onto the bed, snuggling close to Zhao Zijie. Zhao Zijie looked closely at the woman. Her face looked noticeably more haggard. Her usually well-maintained face now had a few fine wrinkles around her eyes. She wore a well-tailored light green suit, the jacket unbuttoned, revealing a low-cut, pale yellow top underneath. Her high breasts pushed the top up high. The skirt was knee-length, perfectly accentuating her full hips, and flesh-colored stockings covered her shapely, long legs.

Zhao Zijie whispered in Stefanie Sun's ear, "You're so beautiful. You've had a hard time these past few days." His hand caressed Stefanie Sun's face. The man's words flowed like a clear spring through Stefanie Sun's heart. She was moved, her eyes reddening. "As long as you wake up, it's all worth it, no matter how hard or tiring it is.

I'm so afraid of losing you." Seeing Stefanie Sun about to cry again, Zhao Zijie felt a pang of heartache. "I know, I'm afraid of losing you too." He kissed the woman's lips, gently patting her back. Stefanie Sun melted in the man's burning kiss, her body limp, without a shred of strength, only managing to respond to his kisses. Zhao Zijie's hand moved down her back, caressing

the

woman's full buttocks, tracing the shape of her shorts. Suddenly remembering something, Zhao Zijie released Sun Yanzi's mouth and breathed into the woman's ear. The unexpected stimulation made Sun Yanzi squirm uncomfortably. Zhao Zijie whispered in the woman's ear, "Are you wearing those red transparent shorts that you bought especially for me today?" Hearing the man's words, Sun Yanzi was surprised and propped herself up with her hands. "How did you know?" Zhao Zijie pulled the woman back into his arms. "If it weren't for them, I might not have woken up today. You woke me up." "Sun Yanzi asked shyly in a low voice, "Then...you know about what happened that day?"

Zhao Zijie played with the woman's hair, buried his nose in her hair and smelled it deeply, letting out a nasal "Mmm."

Sun Yanzi was excited, thinking that her actions had helped Zhao Zijie's condition improve, and her heart felt as sweet as honey. But then she wondered if Zhao Zijie would think she was a slut, and she panicked. She buried her head in Zhao Zijie's chest and asked in a voice that was as low as it could be, "Do you think I'm very lewd?"

Zhao Zijie didn't hear her. He lifted the woman's head and looked at her. "What did you say?" Sun Yanzi's tears were about to fall. She felt that Zhao Zijie must think she was a slut. She lowered her head and shrank back. "Do you think I'm very lewd?" As she spoke, tears rolled down her cheeks like silver beads. Zhao Zijie tenderly pulled the woman back into his arms, wiping away her tears with his lips. "I love you. I know you did that for me, and only I can appreciate it. I like it." Sun Yanzi finally relaxed, a shy blush rising to her face. She nestled her head in Zhao Zijie's arms. "I knew you were a little pervert. I tried everything, but you wouldn't wake up. I did that and you woke up."

Zhao Zijie chuckled, holding Sun Yanzi even tighter. Sun Yanzi suddenly looked up. "Want...want to see?"

Zhao Zijie blushed slightly, avoiding her gaze, and nodded slightly. Sun Yanzi chuckled, stood up in front of the bed, carefully lifting the hem of her skirt and slowly rolling it up to her abdomen. One long leg gracefully draped over the edge of the bed, her face flushed, her eyes half-closed, secretly watching the man's expression. Zhao Zijie looked at the woman's body, his heart pounding, his breathing rapid.

The flesh-colored stockings extended all the way to the top of Stefanie Sun's long legs, held up by red lace garters. Burgundy panties covered the woman's full breasts, with a band of lace in the same pattern as the garters running along the edge of the panties. The transparent fabric separated the woman's breasts from Zhao Zijie's view, making the woman's breasts appear and disappear, revealing the slit but not being able to see clearly. Stefanie Sun's hand, which was holding the hem of her skirt, trembled slightly. Her body seemed to be ignited by Zhao Zijie's fiery gaze, and the sticky fluid gushing from her breasts moistened the bottom of her silk panties.

Zhao Zijie watched, mesmerized, as her body swelled violently. He reached out and caressed the woman's body, feeling its softness even through the silk fabric. His palm flattened, he slid down Jianyang City, sliding along the soft flesh between her legs. The cleft was already open, and the two labia felt exceptionally slippery to the touch. With a slight push from Zhao Zijie's middle finger, the shorts slipped into Sun Yanzi's cleft, his fingertips able to feel the woman's body tighten. Sun Yanzi let out an unbearable moan, letting the man play with her, her slightly open eyes watching Zhao Zijie's mesmerizing expression, her heart overflowing with happiness. Zhao Zijie caressed her for a while, his hand already brimming with Sun Yanzi's moisture. He felt a certain part of his body desperately yearning to enter the woman's warm, moist body. Just as he was about to make a move, Sun Yanzi pressed his hand down, "Don't move." She paused for a moment, then pulled her hand away, withdrew her long leg, and stared into Zhao Zijie's lustful eyes. "That's enough for today. Your body isn't fully recovered yet, so don't get too excited. There will be plenty of opportunities later."

Zhao Zijie knew his body hadn't fully recovered and he couldn't indulge himself too much. He looked reluctantly at his shorts, now soaked with Sun Yanzi's fluids, and sighed unwillingly. Sun Yanzi smiled slightly, wiped Zhao Zijie's hand clean with a towel, and lightly rubbed it in her palm. "Feifei is nowhere to be found. I'll go find Dr. Ling. Maybe you can be discharged in a couple of days."

Zhao Zijie closed his eyes to rest. His body felt much better, and the weakness gradually disappeared. He couldn't help but be surprised by his rapid recovery, perhaps because of his youth... He heard the "clack-clack" of high heels, and the door creaked open. Sun Yanzi's voice came in, "Dr. Ling, he's really awake! Please take a look." It was still that cold female voice, "It's rare for a patient to wake up after being in a coma for more than ten days." Zhao

Zijie frowned in disgust. He disliked this doctor intensely. Although he had never met her, her voice already made him uneasy, partly from her coldness and partly from her hostile attitude towards Feifei. Two women entered the room. Zhao Zijie stared directly at Dr. Ling, whom he had only heard but never seen. Her black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, her face was unmade-up, with willow-leaf eyebrows, a high nose, and thin lips. She wore a white coat and white nurse's shoes, her legs long and slender. Her appearance, which should have been pretty, was ruined by her cold eyes, which met Zhao Zijie's gaze indifferently.

Zhao Zijie's disgust was conveyed through his eyes, but it seemed to sink without a trace. The female doctor's expression remained unchanged, with a hint of mockery in her almond-shaped eyes. Zhao Zijie had a very bad feeling; he felt that in this female doctor's eyes, he was nothing more than a pitiful lab rat. Sun Yanzi introduced, "Zijie, this is your attending physician, Dr. Ling Shuangfei."

Zhao Zijie gave a perfunctory greeting, but the female doctor didn't respond. As usual, she exposed Zhao Zijie to the air to take his temperature and heart rate. After the examination, she said to Sun Yanzi, "The patient is recovering quickly, but he still needs to stay in the hospital for a few days for observation." After saying that, she turned and left, but turned back at the door and said, "His condition is quite special. He may need to undergo a comprehensive examination in the next few days." Sun Yanzi responded repeatedly, watched the female doctor leave, carefully closed the door, and walked to Zhao Zijie's bedside. "Zijie, this Dr. Ling Shuangfei is an expert in cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases at the hospital. Don't let her young age fool you; she's a medical master's graduate who returned from studying in the UK. Your attitude just now wasn't very good!" Sun Yanzi whispered to Zhao Zijie with a hint of reproach. Looking at Sun Yanzi's worried face, Zhao Zijie's displeasure from earlier had largely disappeared. He lovingly pulled Sun Yanzi to sit on the edge of the bed. "Sister Zi, I just dislike her a little." "Sun Yanzi was about to try and persuade him, but Zhao Zijie had already kissed her lips, and she was lost in the passionate kiss.

It was almost noon when Liu Fangfei returned to the ward carrying a bag of takeout containers. The aroma filled the air, and Zhao Zijie felt a sudden hunger pang. He hadn't eaten in a long time, and Sun Yanzi had told him that he had been surviving on glucose these past few days. He watched as the mother and daughter set up the small table for patients on the bed and busily arranged the three dishes. The two women, one big and one small, had happy smiles on their faces. Yes, today was a good day to celebrate.

Watching Sun Yanzi tie a napkin around Zhao Zijie's neck, Feifei happily said, "Lunch is served! Our family can finally have a reunion dinner together again." In the girl's heart, Zhao Zijie had become an indispensable member of the family. Sun Yanzi smiled at her daughter and said with emotion, "Yes, come on, eat up."

Zhao Zijie had already impatiently reached for his favorite braised pork ribs, but before he could finish, Sun Yanzi pushed his chopsticks away. "You're only a little better now, so you can only eat light food. You can only have these two vegetarian dishes today. This braised pork ribs are for us."

Zhao Zijie's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something but didn't. Feifei was already laughing heartily beside him. Sun Yanzi picked up a piece of pork rib and placed it on Feifei's rice, saying lovingly, "Eat up, you've been working so hard these past few days." Feifei looked at Zhao Zijie's longing eyes mischievously, exaggeratedly put the pork rib in her mouth and chewed it, saying indistinctly, "So delicious!"

Zhao Zijie was amused by Feifei and laughed heartily. Sun Yanzi couldn't help but chuckle as well. The three of them laughed together, enjoying the meal in a harmonious atmosphere. After dinner, Zhao Zijie lay on the bed chatting and laughing with the mother and daughter. Gradually, drowsiness overcame him, his eyelids grew heavy, and he slowly drifted off to sleep amidst their soft whispers.

When Zhao Zijie awoke, it was nearly dusk. He had slept extremely well; the room was quiet. Turning his head, he saw Feifei sleeping soundly in her crib, while Sun Yanzi was also asleep on the edge of the bed. Zhao Zijie gently smoothed the stray hairs by Sun Yanzi's ear, a feeling of happiness welling up inside him. He looked out the window; the setting sun slanted in, bathing everything in a golden light, a warm and languid feeling spreading through him, indescribably comfortable. Zhao Zijie wished this moment could last forever. The fates of this mother and daughter were now inextricably linked to his own; both women loved him deeply, and he should ensure they were as peaceful and happy as they were now. But now he already had Liu Yuemei and Wu Ni. Even if they could find happiness that way, it wasn't what he wanted. A man should be responsible for the lives of his women.

And then there's Feifei, this little girl, deeply in love with him. Saying he doesn't like her wouldn't be the truth. The girl's pure feelings and unreserved affection for him have created a rift in his moral compass. Couldn't he love both mother and daughter at the same time? Didn't he also fall in love with Liu Yuemei and Wu Ni simultaneously? Zhao Zijie originally wanted some excitement, but he never expected that, under the influence of Liu Fangfei and Sun Yanzi's kindness, he would gradually fall in love with both women. With complicated feelings, Zhao Zijie looked at the two women sleeping before him. His hand unconsciously slid down Sun Yanzi's soft hair, landing on her rounded shoulder. Sun Yanzi was startled awake and was about to speak when Zhao Zijie put his hand to his lips, gesturing to the still-sleeping Feifei with his eyes.

Sun Yanzi nodded, taking Zhao Zijie's hand in her small hand and stroking the back of his hand with her other. Zhao Zijie whispered, "Sister Zi, you should go back to sleep tonight. You can't sleep well here. Go back and get some rest." Sun Yanzi was about to protest when Zhao Zijie added, "You're both too tired. You and Feifei have both lost weight. Look at me, I'm perfectly fine. Don't believe me?"

Zhao Zijie turned to the side, his free hand already slipping inside Sun Yanzi's collar, sliding down her smooth skin into her bra, playing with her breasts. He chuckled mischievously, "How about we have some lovemaking to test it out?" Sun Yanzi let out a soft "Ah," but didn't resist, letting Zhao Zijie ravage her breasts, her face flushed. "Just when things were getting better, you started being indecent. Okay, I'll listen to you. Ah, don't pinch me there so hard." It turned out that Zhao Zijie had pinched the protruding point on Sun Yanzi's breast with two fingers, feeling the softness of the woman's peak. "Sister Zi?" "

Hmm?"

"What does it feel like?" Stefanie Sun blushed, bit her lip slightly, and lowered her head. "Ugh. I'm not telling you."

Zhao Zijie admired Stefanie Sun's shy expression. The woman's words excited him, and he was already feeling something.

He played with her for a while longer, suppressing his desire, and reluctantly withdrew his hand from Stefanie Sun's collar. Stefanie Sun looked up at Zhao Zijie in surprise. Zhao Zijie said mischievously in a low voice, "Serves you right for teasing me this morning." Stefanie Sun's face turned even redder, and she glared at Zhao Zijie. Her breasts were already tingling and itchy from Zhao Zijie's caresses, and just as things were getting heated, Zhao Zijie stopped. Seeing that Stefanie Sun was a little angry, Zhao Zijie quickly said seriously, "Feifei is still asleep! And you should also get some rest. I'm doing this for your own good." Stefanie Sun had already forgiven Zhao Zijie in her heart, but she still pretended to be angry. Zhao Zijie quickly wrapped his arms around the woman's waist. "Sister Zi, don't be angry, let me kiss you." Stefanie Sun giggled and tapped Zhao Zijie's nose with her finger. "I'm not as petty as you. Okay, I'll take Feifei home to sleep tonight. You get some rest, and I'll come see you first thing tomorrow morning." Sun Yanzi shook Feifei awake, still half-asleep, and asked her to go back with her. Feifei, her eyes still blurry with sleep, refused to go back, wanting to stay with Zhao Zijie. Sun Yanzi and Zhao Zijie persuaded her for a long time before Feifei finally agreed to go back, on the condition that she come to see Zhao Zijie with Sun Yanzi the next morning.

After returning home, Sun Yanzi and Feifei had a simple dinner, and after showering, the mother and daughter went to their respective rooms. Sun Yanzi lay in bed, unable to sleep, thinking about all the moments she had spent with Zhao Zijie. Zhao Zijie had taken root in her heart. Compared to her husband, who was away most of the time, Zhao Zijie warmed her heart more. It was Zhao Zijie's arrival that saved this joyless family, and Feifei regained her former cheerful and lively personality. But she always felt something was amiss. Although her daughter didn't reject her relationship with Zhao Zijie, she felt her daughter was hiding some feelings. The way her daughter looked at Zhao Zijie was so familiar—what kind of look was it?

Just then, there was a knock on the door, and Fei Fei's voice came in: "Mom, can I come in?" Sun Yanzi was a little surprised. "Come in, what's wrong?" Fei Fei, wearing a cute girl's nightgown, came in, climbed onto Sun Yanzi's bed, and lay down, hugging Sun Yanzi. From the physical contact, Sun Yanzi felt that her daughter had grown up; she was no longer a little girl. Fei Fei hugged Sun Yanzi without saying a word. Sun Yanzi patted her daughter's back and asked, "Fei Fei, what's wrong?" "

Mom, I can't sleep, and..."

"And what? Little girl, what's wrong with you today?"

"I'm not a little girl anymore, I'm an adult now," Fei Fei protested, pouting. Sun Yanzi chuckled, "Alright, alright, my Feifei is all grown up now. What brings you here today?" Feifei was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Mommy, do you love him?" Although Sun Yanzi already knew she should talk to her daughter about this, she hadn't expected her daughter to ask first. After thinking for a while, she decided to take this opportunity to be honest with her daughter, saying, "Mommy loves him, Feifei. Do you think Mommy is a bad person?" Feifei looked at Sun Yanzi with bright eyes, "No, Mommy, I'm happy for you. Daddy is away all year round, and you've supported this family all these years. You should do what you're supposed to do, and he's a good person." At this point, Liu Fangfei looked deeply at Sun Yanzi and continued, "Mommy, I love you. I support whatever you do." Sun Yanzi choked up a little and hugged her daughter tightly, "My dear daughter, Mommy is so happy. I don't know why, but from the first day he came to our family, Mommy..." As she spoke, tears streamed down her face. Feifei wiped away Stefanie Sun's tears, awkwardly comforting her, "Mom, don't cry. I sincerely hope you're happy, and I'm happy too. Don't be sad." It was as if a window had opened in Stefanie Sun's heart; the worries and anxieties she had suppressed for so long poured out with her tears. "Mom isn't sad, Mom is happy. You're such a good daughter." After a while, Stefanie Sun's emotions calmed down. Feifei's words had untied a knot in her heart. She could disregard other people's opinions, but her daughter's opinion was what worried her most. Now that the knot was untied, she could finally put down this heavy burden, and a new side of life was unfolding before her. "Mom, what does love feel like?" Feifei asked again when she saw that Stefanie Sun had stopped crying. Sun Yanzi reminisced about her time with Zhao Zijie, her eyes sparkling with an unusual light. "It was a feeling, indescribable. If I had to describe it, it was like honey in my heart—sweet, rich, and cloying. I thought about him every day, wanted to see him all the time, couldn't concentrate on anything else, always wondering what he was doing. I was even willing to give up everything for him—life, status, reputation—nothing mattered." Sun Yanzi spoke as if to her daughter, yet also as if to herself.

Feifei looked at her mother's radiant face, comparing it to her own feelings. Yes, she felt the same way. She wanted to be by that man's side every single moment. She sighed softly. Sun Yanzi, oblivious to her daughter's unease, was still immersed in her sweet memories. Feifei pulled herself out of her sadness. She could also feel her mother's happiness. In her still immature mind, it wasn't taboo for mother and daughter to fall in love with the same man. She was just worried that her love for Zhao Zijie might affect her mother's relationship with him. She didn't dare to say it yet because she knew how precious this love was to her mother. Feifei thought for a moment and asked softly, "Mom, what's it like between men and women?" Sun Yanzi snapped out of her sweet memories. She didn't hear her daughter's question clearly. "What did you say?" Feifei buried her head in her mother's arms and whispered again, "What's it like between men and women? What does it feel like?" Sun Yanzi stiffened. Out of female shyness, she avoided the question. "You're still young. I'll tell you these things later." Feifei shook her head in Sun Yanzi's arms. "No, I want to know today! Tell me quickly!" "Sun Yanzi couldn't resist her daughter's coaxing, and thinking it was an opportunity for personality education, she said, 'Sex is a beautiful thing. When a man and a woman have been together for a while and fall in love with each other, they will have a relationship.' Feifei was completely confused, so she sat up and blinked, asking, 'What kind of relationship?' She wanted to know if what happened between her and Zhao Zijie that night was what men and women do. Sun Yanzi's face began to flush, and she carefully chose her words, 'It's when men and women do that.' Feifei continued, 'What is doing that? How do you do that?' Sun Yanzi almost gave up. She was at a loss for words, and describing the process in detail was so difficult that just thinking about it made her body tremble. She hid her unease and forced herself to say, 'Mom is a little tired. Can we talk about it next time?' Feifei was very dissatisfied and pouted, 'If you don't tell me, I'll ask Brother Zijie tomorrow. He will definitely tell me.'" Sun Yanzi was startled. If her daughter really asked, how could she face Zhao Zijie afterward? She quickly said, "Okay, okay, Mom will tell you. Mom will think about it first." Feifei secretly chuckled. How could she possibly ask Zhao Zijie? She had only played a little trick on her mother. She grabbed Sun Yanzi's hand and shook it, "Mom, tell me quickly." Sun Yanzi was helpless. She tried to convince herself that this was a one-time lesson for her daughter, something beneficial and harmless, but when she spoke, her voice trembled, "Doing that is... the process of a man... a man inserting his body into a woman's... body." "Feifei still didn't understand. She'd learned about it in sex education class, but she'd never imagined that something could be inserted into that place. She didn't think she'd experienced that with Zhao Zijie that night. She continued to press, 'What is that thing? Is it that fleshy thing between Zijie's legs?' Feifei didn't realize she was revealing information to Stefanie Sun, and Stefanie Sun, nervous, didn't realize the inconsistency in her daughter's words. Avoiding her daughter's gaze, she simply closed her eyes, her cheeks flushed. 'That thing, it's a part of a man's body that can be inserted into a woman's body.' As Stefanie Sun spoke, images of Zhao Zijie's genitals flashed through her mind. Her consciousness drifted, fragments of her lovemaking with Zhao Zijie appearing intermittently in her mind. She felt a tingling itch in her lower body; the desire aroused by her two encounters with Zhao Zijie that day surged back, and she involuntarily clamped her legs together.

Feifei recalled, 'But that thing is so big, so thick.'" "Sun Yanzi was somewhat confused. Faced with her daughter's question, her defenses slowly crumbled, and the wonderful feeling of making love with Zhao Zijie gradually took over her body. "Yes, but the feeling inside me is so good, so fulfilling. As long as it moves back and forth, the feeling inside my body is strange, but very comfortable." Sun Yanzi seemed to be no longer answering her daughter's question, but rather savoring the pleasure of sex with Zhao Zijie.

Thinking back on that day's experience, Feifei realized she and Zhao Zijie hadn't had sex, and felt a little deflated. But she wanted to know how to get that thing inside her. She naively believed that sex between a man and a woman was true love, and she wanted to be like her mother, giving everything to that man. Feifei watched as her mother, eyes closed and oblivious to her, quietly pulled up her nightgown and down her white shorts to her knees, parting her legs slightly to carefully examine her private parts. Her pink slit was tightly closed; she used her fingers to part her tender labia, revealing a small pink opening. The opening was tiny; it was hard to imagine it could accommodate such a large penis.

Feifei asked, "But my…" Even facing her mother, she finally felt a little ashamed to speak. Gathering her courage, she continued, "Mine is so small, how can it go in?" Stefanie Sun was completely lost in her erotic memories. She recalled the first time Zhao Zijie penetrated her, the painful yet fulfilling feeling of her long-unexplored passage being pierced by something huge—it was all so vivid in her mind. She murmured, "Yes, his was big, and it hurt too, but I loved it so much. I was so wet then, my body was lubricated, it hurt for a while, and then it went in. Mmm, so comfortable." Stefanie Sun crossed her legs and strained, her body already wet. She twisted her body uncomfortably. Fei Fei looked at her own body, which shimmered softly, but no fluid was flowing out. "How can I make it wet?" Hearing this, Stefanie Sun felt a sense of relief, kneading her breasts with both hands. "Like this, Mommy, ah, so comfortable, mmm, so hot." Stefanie Sun made a heavy nasal sound, kicked off the thin blanket with one leg, revealing her beautiful body clad only in a thin silk nightgown. Sun Yanzi's desires had broken free of moral constraints. Her daughter's watching intensified the heat within her. Two voices battled within her remaining reason: one told her she couldn't do this in front of her daughter, while the other insisted it was the best way to teach her about sex. Feifei watched her mother writhe, her hands kneading her breasts. Worried, she asked, "Mommy, will this make me wet? Won't it hurt?" Sun Yanzi was struggling on the edge of morality; her daughter's innocent question triggered a violent physical reaction. "Yes, it won't hurt, it feels good." With each word, her reason crumbled. "Mommy feels so uncomfortable, ah, Mommy's already wet." Sun Yanzi parted her tightly clenched legs, one hand reaching between them to knead. In the lamplight, Feifei saw a glistening, lewd light emanating from between her mother's legs. Feifei stared in surprise. "Mommy, you're so wet! What are you doing there?" Sun Yanzi's rationality was completely shattered by her daughter's words. She squirmed uncontrollably, "It's so hot, Mommy's demonstrating for you." Subconsciously, Sun Yanzi believed that everything she was doing was an effort to help her daughter understand sex. Her shame was fading, while the pleasure was intensifying.

Sun Yanzi was no longer satisfied with stimulating her genitals through her pajamas and underwear. "Feifei." She stopped what she was doing, opened her hazy eyes, and looked at her daughter's wide-eyed surprise. "Come on, let Mommy teach you to experience a woman's pleasure." Sun Yanzi sat up, took off her pajamas, her breasts swollen, the nipples standing erect. She placed her hands on her waist and slowly pulled down her underwear, which was already soaked with vaginal fluid, revealing her naked body to her daughter.

Feifei's face flushed red. She had seen her mother's naked body before, but never had she felt so moved as today. Patches of red rose on her fair skin, and her full body was perfectly and unreservedly displayed before her. Her high, rounded breasts, with their slightly brown areolas atop fully erect nipples, trembled slightly with each heavy breath. One hand rested on the bed, her long black hair cascading down her back, her legs bent and draped behind her. In the soft bedside lamplight, everything seemed perfect. Feifei marveled at her mother's beauty, secretly comparing her own body to her mother's maturity. She couldn't help but exclaim, "Mom, you're so beautiful! No wonder Zijie likes you so much!" Feifei was so absorbed in admiring her mother's body that she forgot her own underwear had fallen below her knees, exposing her genitals to her mother's gaze.

Sun Yanzi stared at her daughter, at her vibrant face, the small nipples atop her breasts protruding through her pajamas, her lower abdomen bare, fine downy hair covering her mons pubis, a thin slit extending between her legs. The sight of a young girl, like a flower yet to bloom, stirred a surge of maternal love within Stefanie Sun, temporarily suppressing her own desires. Her daughter's happiness was her greatest happiness; freeing her from ignorance about sex and helping her understand the secrets of relationships was the best help she, as a mother, could offer. Stefanie thought, holding her daughter close. "Feifei, do you really want to understand?" Feifei leaned stiffly against Stefanie's warm body, the warm touch of Stefanie's full breasts against her arm causing her some hesitation. But the image of Zhao Zijie rose in her mind once more. On that rainy day when he had fought for her, her heart had completely surrendered. She was determined to give her body to this man, to let her image forever reside in his heart. Feifei nodded slightly, looking firmly at Stefanie. Looking into her daughter's eyes, the last vestige of doubt in Stefanie's heart vanished. She would lead her daughter into this mysterious garden. Sun Yanzi felt her daughter's body was still a little stiff, so she got up and went to the DVD player to put in a CD. Music flowed into the room like water, and a deep, magnetic male voice rang out—it was *Casablanca*. Sun Yanzi returned to bed, held her daughter in her arms, and gently stroked Fei Fei's back. Fei Fei's body slowly relaxed under her mother's caress. The music seemed to isolate her from the outside world; only she, her mother, and their cozy little house existed. Her heart rose and fell with the music. She thought of Zhao Zijie. How happy it would be if she, her mother, and Zhao Zijie could live together. Sun Yanzi also thought of Zhao Zijie, that resolute man, the soul of this family. Her hand slowly caressed, slipping under Fei Fei's armpit, letting Fei Fei lean against her chest, her hand rubbing against her daughter's lower abdomen. "Ru Jian, do you know how happy I am?"

Fei Fei felt her mother's hand kneading her smooth lower abdomen, feeling incredibly comfortable. If Jian Ge did this, would it feel this comfortable too? Her face flushed slightly, and she closed her eyes, imagining Zhao Zijie's caresses in her mind. Sun Yanzi's hand slowly moved upwards, pulling up Fei Fei's pajamas and gently removing them, allowing her breasts to come into contact with her daughter's completely naked body. Her hand moved in front of her daughter, intentionally avoiding her tender breasts, letting her daughter slowly experience the coming pleasure. She wanted her daughter to perfectly feel that wonderful sensation. Fei Fei's body temperature gradually rose, her little mouth slightly open, revealing her pearly teeth. Something seemed to stir where her mother's hand had brushed against her, bringing a slight tickling sensation. On her tender back, she could feel the tip of her mother's hard breasts brushing against her back with each movement of Sun Yanzi's hand.

As Stefanie Sun stroked her daughter's body, the itch within her own returned. The friction of the nipple on her breast against her daughter's back sent waves of pleasure through her. She increased the range of her movements, her hand gradually moving to the lower edge of Fei Fei's breasts, rubbing the edge with her fingertips. Fei Fei's breasts were firm and elastic; she knew this kind of caress would make her daughter's body crave more direct stimulation. Fei Fei felt her mother's fingers teasing the edge of her breasts, and she felt a void, her breasts swelling, yearning for a stronger, more comprehensive caress. Unconsciously, Fei Fei's body leaned forward, pressing her breasts closer to Stefanie Sun's fingers.

Sun Yanzi noticed her daughter's movements, but with her daughter's back away, her breasts lost their source of pleasure. She tightened her grip on Feifei's body, pulling her daughter back into her arms, and simultaneously lifted her breasts from the lower edge with both hands. The girl's elastic breasts, small but firm, were squeezed and kneaded in Sun Yanzi's hands. Feifei initially felt her breasts were tense and uncomfortable, but the pressure from Sun Yanzi's hands eased the tension, and pleasure rose with the kneading. She breathed hot air from her small mouth, her body writhing restlessly. Sun Yanzi's breasts were moved back and forth by Feifei's writhing body, bringing her waves of pleasure as well. Sun Yanzi felt her desire gradually rising. Finally, her hands covered her daughter's breasts, pinching and squeezing the protruding point between her fingers, her hot breath blowing onto her daughter's face. For the first time, the protruding spot on Fei Fei's breasts was played with like this, and an immense pleasure surged through her. Finally, she couldn't hold back and let out soft moans. A warm flow slowly emanated from her lower body, causing her to involuntarily clench her legs and twist.

Sun Yanzi felt a strange sensation in her heart as she felt the small, delicate mound of her daughter's breasts. Watching her daughter writhe and moan softly in her arms, she felt an indescribable pleasure and a surge of lustful fluid from her lower body. She continued to caress her daughter's breasts with one hand, while the other moved down between Fei Fei's tightly closed legs, stroking her daughter's already prominent mons pubis and the fine downy hair. Fei Fei felt her mother's hand on her mons pubis and felt a wave of shyness. "Mom, no... not there." Sun Yanzi comforted her daughter, "Don't be upset, this is a natural step in a relationship, you'll be even happier." Her hand began to slip between her daughter's tightly closed legs. Fei Fei felt her lower body sticky, contracting in waves, and a thin flow appeared. Was this the fluid her mother had mentioned? Was it flowing to accommodate Zijie's penis? She felt her mother's fingers inserting along her slit, a strange sensation rising in her lower body, as if something was rubbing against her. Her legs gradually relaxed, but she still cried out, "No!" Sun Yanzi felt her fingers slip into her daughter's slit, moist and warm. Was this her daughter's genitals? Did Zijie feel this when he touched his own genitals? Her heart trembled, and a soft moan escaped her lips. Her hand continued to slide down, touching a smooth, tiny protrusion. Feifei felt a surge of intense pleasure, her teeth clenched, and she let out a soft "Ah!" as her legs clamped tightly together. Sun Yanzi's hand was held firmly by her daughter's legs; she knew this was her daughter's sensitive clitoris. "Relax a little, Feifei." She stretched her legs forward, her bulging mons pubis pressing against her daughter's buttocks, and inserted her feet between her daughter's legs, slowly separating Feifei's tightly closed legs.

In the overwhelming pleasure, Feifei's body seemed to lose control. Her mind seemed to have discovered a new world she had never known before; she realized her own body could bring her such intense pleasure. Her legs parted with her mother's movements. Sun Yanzi's hand brushed past Fei Fei's sensitive clitoris, gently kneading Fei Fei's genitals with her palm. The sensation from her daughter's labia made her feel as if she was about to reach the peak of pleasure. She didn't know what was wrong with her. Although no one was there to comfort her, the sensation from her daughter's private parts excited her. The fluid flowing from her genitals had already soaked the sheets. She bent her legs, pressing her labia against Fei Fei's buttocks and twisting them.

Fei Fei felt more fluid flowing from her genitals under her mother's kneading. The fluid made a lascivious "sizzling" sound as Sun Yanzi's palm rubbed against her labia. She felt a emptiness in her genitals and said urgently, "Mom, I...I feel so uncomfortable, hurry up." Hearing her daughter's words, Sun Yanzi became even more excited. She didn't expect that while bringing pleasure to her daughter, she herself seemed to lose herself. She twisted her hips forcefully to get more pleasure from her genitals, and the fluid flowing from Fei Fei's buttocks covered them. Her hand moved more forcefully up and down her daughter's tender lower body, using her index finger to pry open her labia and stroking in circles along the entrance of her vagina. "Feifei, a man's penis enters from here." Under the intense stimulation, Feifei's body swayed, her lower body arching upwards in coordination with her mother's movements. The pleasure accumulated rapidly, and she had no strength to support herself, collapsing completely into Stefanie Sun's arms. Her mouth was dry, and she could only whimper. Stefanie Sun was also close to her climax. Her body was fiercely intertwined with her daughter's body, her whole body trembling, her hand occasionally stroking Feifei's smooth clitoris.

Feifei wanted to cry out but couldn't make a sound. Only one image remained clear in her mind. Her labia twisted under Stefanie Sun's caresses. "Ah, Brother Zijie!" A soft cry burst out, and a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed from her small vagina, instantly wetting Stefanie Sun's hand. Sun Yanzi felt dizzy, her lower body pressed tightly against Fei Fei's fleshy buttocks, feeling her vaginal opening contract violently. One hand convulsively gripped Fei Fei's tender breast. "Fei Fei, ah..." Her body collapsed weakly onto the bed. Fei Fei also lay down on top of Sun Yanzi. Her body twitched slightly, immersed in pleasure, she unconsciously called out "Brother Zijie." It took

Sun Yanzi a long time to recover from her dizziness. She clearly heard her daughter's voice. The shock of the immense surprise was overwhelming; her daughter had fallen in love with this man? This couldn't be, this wouldn't do... She was completely at a loss. She finally understood why her daughter had acted this way tonight, why the look in her daughter's eyes when she saw Zhao Zijie was so familiar—because she had the same look in her own eyes.

Sun Yanzi's body quickly cooled. She sat up, turning Fei Fei to face her. "Fei Fei, you... you can't do this!" "Feifei was still immersed in pleasure. This experience was completely different from her last one with Zhao Zijie in the hospital room. Last time, she was just a naive little girl, and everything was an instinctive reaction. But this time, guided by her experienced mother, she gradually reached the peak of pleasure, a completely different feeling from last time. Still in a daze, she said, 'Mom, what's wrong? I'm so happy, I'm so tired, I want to sleep.' She then leaned into Stefanie Sun's arms. Stefanie Sun became agitated. She shook her daughter forcefully, 'Feifei, you can't love him! You're too young! You can't fall in love with the same man as your mother!'" "Faifei finally woke up as her mother shook her. She saw despair in Stefanie Sun's sorrowful eyes. She hugged her mother, rested her head on her chest, and said aggrievedly, "Mom, why can't we be together? Aren't we happy together? What's wrong with us loving Zijie together? I love you, and I love Zijie, and you love both of us. Why can't we be together, Mom..." Feifei said, shaking her head in Stefanie Sun's arms. The girl used her tried-and-true method again. She still believed that it was not wrong for her and her mother to love the same man, and that her mother loved her and would definitely agree to her request.

Stefanie Sun let Feifei whine, her body showing no reaction. She seemed to hear her daughter's words, yet she also seemed not to. A tide of emotions surged in her heart. Why was her fate so full of hardships? Just when she had finally found a lover, her beloved daughter was standing in the middle. Both of them were her loves. How could she bear to blame her daughter?" Could it really be as my daughter says, that we, mother and daughter, both love this man? No, my own morality won't allow it, and society certainly won't allow it. What should I do? Zhao Zijie is a man worthy of my trust, resilient and determined, destined for greatness. But I've always had a doubt in my heart: there's no future for me and Zhao Zijie. Every time I think about this, my heart aches. Now my daughter has fallen in love with him too. Yes, let them be together. My beautiful daughter will surely find happiness with this man, and this is what I, as a mother, should sacrifice for her daughter.

But what about myself? Leaving them? But I can't bear to part with these two people I love most. So, I'll watch over them from afar. Sun Yanzi's heart ached as she thought this, tears streaming down her face, falling onto her chest and onto her daughter's head. "Feifei, do you really love him?" Feifei felt her mother's tears and looked up at her. "I love him, Mom. Why are you crying? Isn't it better for us to love Brother Zijie together?" Sun Yanzi knew that given her daughter's personality, if she said she wanted to withdraw, her daughter would definitely disagree. In that case, neither of them might be able to live with Zhao Zijie. She tried to hold back her tears, but it was no use; tears fell like pearls. She forced a smile, "Mom is happy, happy for you." Her chest was already wet with tears.

Feifei was overjoyed. She wiped her mother's tears and hugged her, "Mom, look, you're crying with joy! I didn't dare tell you before because I was afraid you'd think I was trying to steal Zijie. Actually, we'll definitely be happy together, Mom, don't you think?" Sun Yanzi finally held back her tears, looking at her daughter's innocent face, "Yes, you will definitely be happy." She had already made up her mind to let her daughter be with Zhao Zijie; she could only bury her own bitterness in her heart. Feifei was too excited to notice that Sun Yanzi used "you" instead of "we." She yawned slightly, resting her head against Sun Yanzi's breast, inhaling her mother's fragrance, "Mom, you smell so good." She closed her eyes, feeling exhausted from the excessive excitement, and soon fell asleep.

Sun Yanzi gently laid her daughter on the bed, covering the girl's naked body with a thin blanket. Staring blankly at the lamp, she thought, "Who knows that I've given up my entire life's happiness for my daughter? Yet, it's a sacrifice a mother would willingly make." Tears welled up again. Looking at Feifei's peaceful sleeping face, Sun Yanzi murmured, "Zijie, you must treat her well!" She lay down beside Feifei, turned off the lamp, and the room fell into darkness. Listening to her daughter's steady breathing, she gradually calmed down, certain that her choice was right.

As dawn broke, Stefanie Sun woke up and carefully tucked Fei Fei's hands and feet, which were sticking out of the covers, under the thin blanket. She needed to go to the hospital first to talk to Zhao Zijie and express her stance. After showering, Stefanie Sun put on a white suit: a Western-style top with a large lapel, over which she wore a low-cut white undershirt. The hem of her trousers just covered the soles of her high heels, making her legs appear long and slender. Looking at herself in the mirror, apart from slightly red and swollen eyes, she looked quite well, hoping he wouldn't notice. She opened the hospital room door and went to Zhao Zijie's bedside. Zhao Zijie was already awake. He stared intently at the alluring woman before him and beckoned Stefanie Sun to sit down in front of him. Stefanie Sun hesitated for a moment, then went over and sat on the bed, looking into Zhao Zijie's eyes.

Zhao Zijie found it strange. Besides the usual deep affection in Sun Yanzi's eyes, there was also reluctance and sorrow. But then he thought about it and understood—perhaps it was because she hadn't spent the night with him. A secret joy welled up inside him, and he grabbed Sun Yanzi's small hand and stroked it. Sun Yanzi was about to pull her hand away; she couldn't be so intimate with Zhao Zijie anymore. Suddenly, she felt Zhao Zijie pull her hand, causing her to lose her balance and fall onto him. The man's lips were already covering hers. Sun Yanzi struggled a few times, but unwilling to give up this deeply loving kiss, she gave up the struggle and freely enjoyed the contact between their lips. Her tongue intertwined with Zhao Zijie's, letting herself indulge one last time. Although she was already short of breath, she still refused to let go.

After a long kiss, Stefanie Sun hardened her heart and pressed her lips to Zhao Zijie's lower lip, her small, sharp teeth biting down hard on his lower lip. A salty taste filled her mouth, and tears streamed down her face. "Remember me, Zijie, I love you." Zhao Zijie cried out in pain, beads of blood seeping from his lower lip. He looked somewhat strange. Stefanie Sun gently stroked Zhao Zijie's face, looking at the teeth marks on his lips, then leaned in and sucked the blood beads into her mouth, tears rolling down her cheeks. Seeing Stefanie Sun's tears, the anger from being bitten turned into tenderness in Zhao Zijie. Ignoring Stefanie Sun's struggles, he pulled her into his arms and softly asked, "Zi, what's wrong? If something's on your mind, you must tell me. Don't bear it alone." Stefanie Sun's eyes were filled with tears, and the man's gentle words struck her heart. She wanted to speak, but couldn't find the words. She lowered her head weakly and shook it gently.

Zhao Zijie reached out and lifted Sun Yanzi's chin, making her face him. He said seriously, "Zi, I've always considered you my wife. If there's anything you need to say, please tell me. Is there anything a husband and wife can't say?" Looking into Zhao Zijie's resolute gaze, Sun Yanzi felt a surge of emotion. This was a man a woman could rely on. How she longed to rest on his broad shoulders forever! But what about her daughter? She was already over thirty; she couldn't spend her life with him. Her daughter's happiness was her priority as a mother. Yet, Zhao Zijie's word "wife" made her heart pound. How she wished she could. Sun Yanzi buried her head in Zhao Zijie's chest and sobbed, heartbroken.

Zhao Zijie was torn by Sun Yanzi's weeping. Something seemed to have happened overnight. He had a vague feeling it might be related to Fei Fei. Zhao Zijie was a little anxious and asked, "Did something happen to Feifei? What happened?" Sun Yanzi's sobs suddenly intensified, her tears completely soaking Zhao Zijie's chest. After crying for a while, she felt a little better. She wanted to tell Zhao Zijie her decision and make him give up on her. Sun Yanzi sat up, turned her back to Zhao Zijie, wiped the tears from her face, and said softly, "Zijie, it's over between us. Just forget about the past." Sun Yanzi's heart ached, and this was the only way she could forcefully end her relationship with Zhao Zijie.

Zhao Zijie heard her clearly and asked excitedly, "Why, why, why do we have to end it? We truly love each other." Sun Yanzi tried hard to control her emotions, making her voice indifferent, "Love? I never loved you. You were just a tool for me to vent. I had no real feelings for you, and now I'm tired of you." "Sun Yanzi said, but the voice in her heart cried out, "No, I love you too, but it won't work. I have to withdraw so that Feifei and you can start." Hot tears flowed again. Zhao Zijie could hardly believe his ears. The woman he had treated with all his heart had said that he was just a tool. His male pride had been severely damaged, and what hurt even more was the feelings he had given. He angrily tore at his hair, his mind reeling. He roughly pulled Stefanie Sun towards him and asked in a deep voice, "Is what you said true?" Stefanie Sun looked at the man's slightly distorted face and the despair in his eyes, her heart trembling. How she wanted to hold him in her arms and comfort him with all her tenderness, but for her daughter's sake, she had to persevere. She slowly uttered, "It's true. Let's end this!"

Zhao Zijie raised his hand, wanting to slap the woman across the face, but seeing the tears on Stefanie Sun's face, he felt that it all seemed unreal. Recalling all the moments he had shared with Stefanie Sun, he couldn't believe she would be so heartless. He couldn't help but ask again, "It's true? I'm just a tool for your sexual gratification?" Stefanie Sun's heart was breaking. She didn't dare to look at Zhao Zijie, and just nodded, "Yes, it's true!" Tears flowed silently with her words. Zhao Zijie felt a surge of anger rush to his head. He raised his hand, and with a crisp "slap," his hand landed squarely on Sun Yanzi's face. Sun Yanzi rolled off the bed. "Zijie, hit me all you want, as long as it makes you feel better." She felt a burning pain on her face, but the pain in her heart was even greater. He had just recovered; would his anger cause him any problems? As long as he felt better, what did it matter if she was hit?

After hitting him, Zhao Zijie felt a pang of regret, but his mind was a mess, anger still raging within him. He hardened his heart and roared, "Go away! I never want to see you again!" Sun Yanzi heard this in her heart, feeling as if all her strength had been drained away. She swayed as she stood up. All her hopes and dreams had shattered. Without love, what good was a broken body? "Zijie, take care... I... I'm leaving!" Sun Yanzi staggered towards the door. Zhao Zijie raised his hand, murmuring, "Zi?" Sun Yanzi turned around in surprise, "Zijie?"

Zhao Zijie's hand fell back down, and he shook his head, "You should go." Sun Yanzi's hopes were dashed, her body went limp, and she collapsed to the ground. "No, Mom." In a daze, Sun Yanzi seemed to hear her daughter's voice, her body falling into a warm embrace. She couldn't bear the mental torment any longer and fainted. Feifei hugged her mother's half-limp body, crying out to Zhao Zijie, "Don't you see how much Mom loves you? She did this for me." Feifei had woken up before Sun Yanzi left. Mom was going to see Brother Zijie, but why didn't she wake me? Didn't we agree to go together in the morning? She wondered why her mother went out alone without her. Suddenly, a thought popped into her head: Mom didn't want to share her love with Brother Zijie with me. No way, maybe Mom just had something else to do and went out first.

Feifei's mind raced with various thoughts, but the idea that her mother wouldn't share her love with Zijie and would go to the hospital alone prevailed. A sudden surge of anger rose in the girl's heart. As soon as Sun Yanzi left, she tidied herself up slightly and followed her to the hospital. Feifei watched Sun Yanzi enter the ward and heard voices inside. She quietly pushed open the door and hid in the corner between the room and the bathroom, eavesdropping. Her heart rose and fell with Sun Yanzi and Zhao Zijie's conversation. Hearing her mother say that she only treated Zijie as a plaything, she was surprised because she knew how important Zijie was to her mother. She wondered why her mother would say that, but couldn't figure it out. Then, hearing a crisp sound from the room, it suddenly dawned on her: her mother was making this sacrifice so that she could be with Zijie. Tears welled up in her eyes. At that moment, she truly understood the greatness of maternal love.

For her own happiness, her mother was willing to sacrifice her own. Feifei felt ashamed of herself; she couldn't understand her mother's good intentions and even doubted her mother's motives for coming alone. She was truly an unfit daughter. Hearing Zhao Zijie tell her mother to leave, she couldn't hold back any longer. Tears streaming down her face, she rushed out, determined to make Zhao Zijie understand her mother's greatness. Feifei rushed out and saw Sun Yanzi's limp body. She quickly picked her up and shouted angrily at Zhao Zijie. Zhao Zijie was already regretting his actions, and Feifei's appearance made him realize something even more. He quickly helped Feifei put Sun Yanzi on the bed.

Feifei sat on the edge of the bed, sobbing, "Mommy, what's wrong? Why are you so foolish? Why can't we love Brother Zijie together!"

Zhao Zijie turned and went out, shouting in the corridor, "Doctor, doctor, someone has fainted! Come quick!" His anxious voice echoed in the empty corridor. Only after the doctor left the ward did Zhao Zijie feel relieved. Sun Yanzi had simply fainted due to emotional turmoil and exhaustion from caring for him these past few days. After hearing Feifei's account of yesterday's events, Zhao Zijie finally understood why Sun Yanzi had acted that way.

Looking at Sun Yanzi's face, with five clear red finger marks on her fair cheek, Zhao Zijie was overwhelmed with remorse. He hadn't understood Sun Yanzi's noble feelings for her daughter and had even hit her. What kind of person was he? He walked to the window, clenched his fists, and pounded the wall. The pain couldn't lessen his remorse. His vision blurred, and the wall bore the bloody marks left by his fists. Feifei's joyful cry rang in his ears: "Mommy's awake! Mom, are you alright?"

Zhao Zijie hurriedly turned around, leaning over the bedside. Sun Yanzi had already opened her eyes. He grabbed the woman's small hand, "Zi, how could you be so silly? No, I'm the silly one." He was somewhat incoherent, eager to express his feelings to the woman. Sun Yanzi saw the faces of the two people in front of her, feeling her hand being tightly gripped by the man, she quickly shook it off, forced a smile, and said to her daughter, "Feifei, why are you here? Mommy is fine, just a little tired." Feifei burst into tears, placing Sun Yanzi's and Zhao Zijie's hands together, "Mommy, don't say anymore, I know everything. You love Brother Zijie, you can't give up, if you have to give up, let me give up." Sun Yanzi, however, placed Zhao Zijie's hand together with her daughter's, "You are still young, you have a long life ahead of you, Mommy is already old. Seeing you two together makes Mommy very happy." Zhao

Zijie looked at the mother and daughter with emotion. Such women, kind and selfless, were a rare find for a man, yet he had encountered two, and they were passing them around like that. He didn't know whether to feel happy or sad. Seeing them still deferring to each other, he couldn't help but grasp Sun Yanzi's small hand with his left and Fei Fei's soft hand with his right. "I love you both, I can't bear to lose either of you." The mother and daughter reacted very differently. Fei Fei was very happy, but her face flushed and she lowered her head shyly. This was the first time her brother Zijie had said he loved her, and this was the scene she had hoped for. She remained motionless, letting Zhao Zijie hold her hand. Sun Yanzi, however, panicked and tried to pull her hand away from Zhao Zijie's. "No, this is morally wrong, we can't do this." Zhao Zijie gripped Sun Yanzi's hand tightly, saying firmly, "

No matter what others think, no matter how morality binds us, I love both of you, and I don't want either of you to be hurt. If anyone scorns us, let me bear it alone; if there's any guilt, let me shoulder it alone. I will not be abandoned in this life. Let me give you happiness." Sun Yanzi was stunned by the man's words, but she felt a sense of relief. Zhao Zijie's vow was resounding. Since she and her daughter loved him, and he was willing to bear everything, what did she have to fear? She looked at Zhao Zijie; the unwavering determination in his eyes moved her deeply. His sturdy frame stood like a mountain, as if any storm could be blocked by his presence. Although she was gradually accepting this situation, her deeply ingrained moral constraints still made her hesitate. Sun Yanzi slowly exhaled, only then realizing how painful Zhao Zijie's grip had been. She frowned and whispered, "You're hurting me." With the burden lifted, her voice carried a hint of coquettishness.

Zhao Zijie exclaimed in surprise, "You agree?" Sun Yanzi avoided Zhao Zijie's gaze and weakly said, "Let me think about it some more."

Zhao Zijie knew he couldn't rush things; he knew it was a difficult path. But faced with such a deeply affectionate mother and daughter, who could he hurt, who could he abandon? This was the only way. He loosened his grip, but the mother and daughter's hands remained in his. Zhao Zijie clasped Sun Yanzi and Fei Fei's hands together, holding them in his own, and gently kissed their fingertips.

Sun Yanzi and Fei Fei simultaneously let out a shy gasp, pulling their hands away from his grasp, their cheeks flushed. They both simultaneously muttered, "You're so annoying!" They exchanged a glance and lowered their heads. Zhao Zijie chuckled, but then felt a sharp pain in his hands, realizing he had injured them while hitting the wall. Sun Yanzi and Feifei noticed Zhao Zijie's unusual condition and reached out to check his hands. Sun Yanzi quickly withdrew her hand, but still looked at Zhao Zijie with concern. Feifei held Zhao Zijie's hands in her small hands, "Does it hurt, Zijie-gege?"

Zhao Zijie, seeing the expressions of his mother and daughter, was overjoyed and quickly said, "It doesn't hurt, but I need to get them bandaged." He then got up and walked towards the door.

Sun Yanzi hurried over, "I'll go with you." Feifei also said, "I'll go too." Sun Yanzi hesitated for a moment, "Then I won't go, you two go."

Zhao Zijie and Feifei didn't think much of it, letting Sun Yanzi rest a little longer before going to get her hands bandaged. They didn't realize that Sun Yanzi didn't want to go with Feifei. Sun Yanzi still couldn't shake off her last lingering doubts. She didn't have the courage to be alone with her daughter, and even as Zhao Zijie's partner, she didn't know how she would be alone with Feifei. After Zhao Zijie and Feifei returned, they discussed being discharged from the hospital with Sun Yanzi. He was tired of the hospital; his recovery was progressing quickly, and he was completely mobile. Sun Yanzi wanted him to stay a few more days, but Zhao Zijie insisted, and she agreed. Feifei readily agreed as well.

Zhao Zijie steeled himself and went to find Dr. Ling. He walked down the corridor to Dr. Ling's office, knocked on the door, and said, "Come in." The female doctor's voice came from inside. Zhao Zijie calmed himself down. For some reason, he remembered the female doctor's somewhat mocking look from that day, and the word "guinea pig" resurfaced in his mind. He pushed open the door and entered the room. The female doctor was working at her desk, her back to him, and didn't look up to see him. Zhao Zijie stood behind the female doctor, not daring to disturb her. He thought to himself, he'd never been afraid of anything before, so why did he feel somewhat weak in front of this woman? The female doctor's slender figure was hunched over the desk, her expression focused, seemingly oblivious to Zhao Zijie.

Zhao Zijie decided to scrutinize her. Her body was hidden by a white coat, obscuring her figure. Her head was slightly tilted, her black hair cascading down one side, her small legs crossed under the chair, without socks. Her skin was pale, almost white, lacking any feminine adornments, which made her stand out, evoking a sense of pity. Pity? Zhao Zijie shook his head with a bitter smile, but his aversion to women noticeably lessened. After a long while, just when Zhao Zijie thought she had fallen asleep, the female doctor looked up at him. "What is it?" Her face was expressionless, her voice calm and utterly flat.

"Dr. Ling, I want to be discharged,"

Zhao Zijie replied. "No, you're still under observation." Her voice remained cold. "I'm fine now, I don't feel any discomfort." "

Zhao Zijie said urgently. "No means no. This is for your own good. I hope you will cooperate." Her voice was as cold as ice. "I want to be discharged!"

Zhao Zijie's voice rose involuntarily. He could never control his temper in front of this female doctor. He took a breath to relax and softened his tone, "Dr. Ling, I have a lot of things to do, and I don't have much time left. I hope you can understand." Ling Shuangfei frowned, "Hmm, your condition is quite special. I haven't encountered a patient like you before." She looked Zhao Zijie up and down, and there was even a hint of regret on her face, "Since you are in a hurry to be discharged, okay, I'll sign the papers for you, but you have to promise to come to me once a week for a check-up."

Zhao Zijie felt uneasy under Ling Shuangfei's gaze, especially the regretful look on her face. He felt like he was being used as a lab rat by this doctor. His back was covered in cold sweat. He thanked her repeatedly and turned to leave. He didn't want to stay in front of this dangerous animal for even a few more minutes. "Wait a minute, remember to have a follow-up check-up. Also, if you feel unwell, notify me immediately. This is my pager number," Ling Shuangfei instructed, casually writing down her pager number on a piece of paper and handing it to Zhao Zijie. "Okay, I understand."

Zhao Zijie agreed, taking the note, but in his heart he thought, "Once I leave, I won't come back." He quickly walked out of Ling Shuangfei's office, letting out a long sigh of relief. Finally, he could be discharged. Ling Shuangfei closed the heavy medical book on her desk. It was a pity; she had finally found a good experimental subject. He had recovered from his coma so quickly, and his body had recovered rapidly. His body must have extraordinary qualities. It was a pity she couldn't keep him for the experiment; she had to find a way to get him to cooperate with her research.

Ling Shuangfei had been influenced by her family since childhood and loved medicine, especially the rehabilitation of brain damage. She was dedicated to exploring this field, but due to the poor research conditions in China, she went to study in the UK to pursue a master's degree. She only returned to China two years ago to work at the People's Hospital. She was obsessed with the pursuit of medical skills. For her, people were not classified by gender, but by their state of health. Her dedication to medical research and the life-and-death separations she witnessed as a doctor had also made her indifferent to humanity. Zhao Zijie was an excellent experimental subject for her; she absolutely could not give up this high-quality material.

After completing the discharge procedures with Stefanie Sun and her daughter, Zhao Zijie finally breathed a sigh of relief once he got into Stefanie's car. He was finally leaving that place. Chatting and laughing with Feifei, the three drove home. Upon entering, a wave of cool air hit them. Zhao Zijie stretched comfortably and called out towards the living room, "We're back!" The familiar interior furnishings and the familiar scents in the air made him truly feel the happiness of returning home. Stefanie Sun and Feifei smiled happily behind him, sensing his joy. "Brother Zijie, isn't home the best?" Feifei asked playfully. "

Yes, home feels so good."

Zhao Zijie sank into the sofa, closing his eyes contentedly, his mind blank, savoring this long-awaited happiness. Feifei sat obediently beside him, her eyes fixed on him, not uttering a sound. The sounds coming from the kitchen indicated that Stefanie Sun was preparing dinner. Zhao Zijie felt himself drifting off to sleep in bliss. What could be more comforting than returning home after an ordeal? Seeing Zhao Zijie's contented state, Feifei quietly brushed the end of her ponytail against his nose. Zhao Zijie squirmed slightly, his eyes still closed, still immersed in the cozy atmosphere.

Feifei chuckled and continued to tease his nose with the end of her hair. The soft hair probing his nostrils made Zhao Zijie uncomfortable, and he felt an urge to sneeze. But just then, Feifei playfully pinched his nose, forcing him to open his eyes and reach out to grab the mischievous girl and punish her. But Feifei jumped up before him, hiding on the other side of the sofa, giggling. Zhao Zijie was infected by Feifei's joy. He jumped up, pretending to be fierce, "Dare to disturb my rest? If I catch you, watch out for your little bottom!" "

Come on, come on!" Fei Fei giggled, beckoning to Zhao Zijie. The two chased each other playfully around the sofa. Sun Yanzi heard the noise, shook the water droplets off her hands, and peeked out from the kitchen. Seeing the two, she laughed, but quickly sighed, her expression somewhat somber, and turned back to continue cooking. Zhao Zijie almost caught Fei Fei several times, but the girl screamed and dodged each time. Suddenly, he collapsed onto the sofa in pain, his eyes closed, his hands covering his head. Fei Fei was terrified when she saw Zhao Zijie like this. She quickly squatted down in front of the sofa, grabbing Zhao Zijie's arm. "Brother Zijie, what's wrong?"

Zhao Zijie mumbled something, but Fei Fei didn't hear him clearly. She leaned down, putting her ear close to Zhao Zijie's mouth, trying to hear more. "What did you say?" But she felt a sudden tightness; Zhao Zijie had firmly grasped her. Looking down, she saw that the man had opened his eyes, grinning mischievously. "I said, you fell for it. Watch me spank your bottom."

Zhao Zijie flipped the girl's petite body over and pressed her down on his lap. Feifei cried out, "You're a scoundrel! No!" She struggled desperately, her slender legs kicking wildly. The white floral print lounge skirt she had just changed into at home flipped up in the struggle, revealing white shorts underneath. Zhao

Zijie pressed down on Feifei's upper body with one hand, but his raised hand hesitated. The girl's pink buttocks were encased in white panties, and her buttocks twisted with her struggles. Through the gap between her legs, he could almost see the shape of the fleshy lips bulging on the shorts tightly covering her private parts. Zhao Zijie felt a reaction in his body. Feifei kept twisting her body, but with each twist, she felt a hard object pressing against her lower abdomen. The girl blushed. "This is Brother Zijie's..." she thought, her body slowly stopping twisting, and she lay still on Zhao Zijie's lap. Zhao Zijie's hand still fell, not to hit, but to gently caress her.

Through the girl's shorts, his hand slid down the shape of her buttocks, then slowly climbed back up. The girl's body trembled slightly; her buttocks were beautifully shaped, and the shorts between her buttocks sank under his caresses. Zhao Zijie squeezed them slightly, and the girl's fleshy buttocks had an amazing elasticity, resisting the man's touch. Feifei felt her buttocks being tasted by the man. She had long wanted to give herself completely to Zhao Zijie, and everything her mother had taught her filled her with curiosity and anticipation about the secrets between men and women. Zhao Zijie's caresses made her feel very comfortable, but the girl's reserve prevented her from resisting. She whispered, "No, Brother Zijie." Her voice was so soft that she could hardly hear it herself, but it was enough for her to feel that she was already resisting. Zhao Zijie's hand followed the girl's buttocks cleft down to her thighs. He felt that Feifei's legs were tightly closed. Zhao Zijie tentatively used his hand to push them apart, and the tightly closed legs relaxed. The girl's inner desire made her resistance seem so powerless; her body was like an undefended castle, yearning for the man's conquest.

Zhao Zijie traced the shape of the girl's labia with his fingers through her shorts. The labia were tightly closed, only their soft texture felt from the outside. He caressed them tenderly, unwilling to disturb their beautiful shape, only stroking them lightly. Feifei felt the man's erection radiating heat below her abdomen; his gentle touch made her feel her body melting, everything was as wonderful as her mother had described. She simply closed her eyes, biting her lips, savoring the pleasure surging from there. Zhao Zijie felt the shorts beneath his hand were slightly damp; looking down, he saw a small wet patch below the bulge of her labia. Both were immersed in this intimate game when suddenly, "Time to eat!" Sun Yanzi's voice rang in their ears. Feifei startled, sliding off Zhao Zijie's lap, standing on the ground, straightening her skirt, her face flushed, glancing at Zhao Zijie, "You're so annoying!" She ran briskly towards the kitchen.

Zhao Zijie chuckled and also stood up and walked towards the kitchen. Dinner was light, with bitter melon, tomatoes, cucumbers, and carrots as the main dishes. Fortunately, a pot of lotus root and pork hock stew comforted Zhao Zijie's stomach, which had been suffering for a long time. He prepared the dishes for Stefanie Sun and was about to start eating when she stopped him. Stefanie went to the kitchen, took out a candlestick and a bottle of red wine, lit the candle, and then turned off the lights in the room. In the candlelight, Zhao Zijie looked at the mother and daughter at the table, their eyes filled with deep affection. He felt a mixture of intoxication and trepidation, feeling the weight of their happiness on his shoulders. His gaze shifted between them; Fei Fei's expression was affectionate yet shy, while Stefanie's was affectionate yet uneasy.

Zhao Zijie coughed twice, feigning seriousness, put down his chopsticks, clasped his hands together, and bowed his head. "Thank you, Stefanie, for this sumptuous dinner. It has relieved our hunger. Amen!" The mother and daughter were amused by Zhao Zijie's bizarre prayer. Sun Yanzi chuckled, "Enjoy your meal." Feifei raised her wine glass, "A toast to Zijie's recovery and discharge from the hospital!" The three glasses clinked together. Zhao Zijie ate with relish; the food, though light, was delicious, clearly showing Sun Yanzi's effort. A bottle of red wine was quickly downed. Sun Yanzi only sipped occasionally, but Feifei insisted on toasting with Zhao Zijie. Neither Sun Yanzi nor Zhao Zijie, in their excitement, tried to stop her. Before the meal was finished, Feifei was already quite drunk.

She swayed to Zhao Zijie, sat on his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and mumbled, "Zijie, I'm so dizzy, there are so many stars in front of me." Zhao

Zijie found it amusing and teased, "Count them, how many are there?"

"One, two... I can't count them all, there are too many..." Her voice trailed off, and she had fallen asleep. Zhao Zijie smiled, glancing at Stefanie Sun, but noticed a hint of sadness in her eyes despite her smile. Zhao Zijie carried Feifei to her room, tucked her in, returned to the table, and pulled Stefanie Sun into the living room.

He sat on the sofa, letting Stefanie Sun sit on his lap, his arm slipping under her armpit and draped over her abdomen. Stefanie Sun allowed Zhao Zijie to do as he pleased. Although she had tacitly approved of her daughter sharing Zhao Zijie with her, her long-held moral principles still influenced her behavior. Seeing her daughter and Zhao Zijie's intimate banter filled her with mixed emotions of joy and sorrow. Zhao Zijie buried his head in Stefanie Sun's hair, deeply inhaling its delicate fragrance, then moved down to kiss her rounded earlobe. Stefanie Sun shifted uncomfortably; she found it difficult to wholeheartedly accept a man's intimacy. Zhao Zijie held Stefanie Sun tightly, his lips close to her ear, "Zi, I understand your unease." Zhao Zijie gently covered Sun Yanzi's mouth, which she was about to speak, and continued, "

Don't speak, listen to me quietly." In Zhao Zijie's deep voice, Sun Yanzi's uneasy heart gradually calmed down. She didn't know what the man wanted to say to her. "Zizi, the bittersweet taste of love between men and women—who can truly understand it except for those in love? I too have wavered between morality and doubts, and I've even questioned my feelings for you and your daughter. I've considered letting either of you leave. Can you imagine if Feifei painfully withdrew, could we live happily?" Sun Yanzi slowly shook her head. Yes, could she bear to watch her daughter live in pain? No, she would be tormented by guilt for the rest of her life. Seeing Sun Yanzi shake her head, Zhao Zijie continued, "Similarly, if you leave, can Feifei and I be happy?"

"I believe you love me deeply, and I love you just as much. If you leave in pain, I think Feifei and I will both live in an abyss of suffering."

Zhao Zijie paused, giving Sun Yanzi a chance to think. "So when I saw the look in your eyes today, I knew the torment in your heart."

"But morality can't allow us to live like this. I don't know what to do." Stefanie Sun looked at Zhao Zijie with tears in her eyes. "Seeing you and Feifei so intimate makes me happy, but I also feel really lost." Stefanie Sun poured out her heart. She felt like a rootless duckweed, with no one to rely on, weakly placing all her hopes on the man beside her. She turned and hugged Zhao Zijie. "What should I do?"

Zhao Zijie kissed Stefanie Sun's face tenderly. "Zi, I've also been troubled by morality, but rather than lose you, I'd rather be judged on the moral high ground. I want you to enjoy the joy of love, not live a life of suffering. Like that day, if there's any guilt, let me bear it alone. Zi, let's live together in the sunshine of love and enjoy the beauty of life." Stefanie Sun slowly savored Zhao Zijie's words. Why should morality stifle her love? Why couldn't she love freely instead of suffering for false morality? Her pain wasn't the struggle with her daughter for this man, but the fact that they both loved him, yet society forbade it.

She stepped outside the confines of morality, re-examining her future life. How complete a life would be for the mother, daughter, and Zhao Zijie! Her eyes brightened. Yes, Zhao Zijie was right. What was wrong with freely enjoying the beauty of life? "Zijie, if there's any mistake, let's bear it together," Sun Yanzi said firmly. Relieved of the heavy chains of morality, Sun Yanzi felt a sense of ease. Neither she nor Feifei had done anything wrong; there was no deception or struggle in their relationship, and their feelings were equally genuine. She sat up and said earnestly, "I love you, just like Feifei. Let's spend a wonderful life together."

Zhao Zijie felt a surge of emotion. The immense psychological barrier Sun Yanzi had overcome to say this showed how strong her love for him was. He kissed Sun Yanzi's lips, and she responded passionately, remaining kissed for a long time before finally parting. Zhao Zijie put Sun Yanzi down, stood up, walked to the stereo, put in a CD, and soothing music began to fill the living room. Zhao Zijie walked up to Sun Yanzi, bowed slightly, placed his left hand behind his back, and extended his other hand. "May I ask the beautiful Ms. Sun Yanzi to dance with me?" Sun Yanzi smiled sweetly, "No." She got up and quickly walked back to her bedroom. Zhao Zijie stood there, stunned, unable to understand why the woman had refused his invitation. A look of bewilderment appeared on his face.

A moment later, Sun Yanzi reappeared in the living room, now wearing a low-cut, light blue, floor-length dress adorned with silver sequins. Her long hair was styled in a high bun, and a faint smile graced her face as she looked at Zhao Zijie. Zhao Zijie was mesmerized; the woman appeared so elegant, exuding the charm of a mature woman. Seeing Zhao Zijie's dazed expression, Stefanie Sun chuckled, "Do I still need to invite you, my Prince Charming?" The gloom in her heart dissipated, and she regained her vitality. Zhao Zijie slowly stepped forward, his left arm around Stefanie Sun's waist, his right hand supporting her small hand, leading her to dance in the center of the living room. In the soft light of the room, the two danced lightly, Stefanie Sun's skirt fluttering to the music.

"I didn't expect you could dance this, and you dance quite well," Stefanie Sun said, looking up at Zhao Zijie. Zhao Zijie blushed, a rare occurrence for him, "I was dragged to learn ballroom dancing for a semester before." The music slowed down, and the two switched to a slow waltz. Zhao Zijie's hands were both on Stefanie Sun's waist, and the woman rested her head on Zhao Zijie's chest, embracing him. "I wonder how many girls have fallen for you!" Stefanie Sun said. Zhao Zijie teased, "Let me think... I can't remember how many." Sun Yanzi bit Zhao Zijie's chest hard with her small mouth, then glared at him resentfully. Zhao Zijie chuckled, feeling a sweet warmth despite the pain, his hands tightening around her. "Just kidding, you took it seriously?" Sun Yanzi said softly, "There will definitely be other women who like you in the future, Zijie. Promise me you'll never forget me and Feifei, no matter what."

Zhao Zijie didn't answer, but lowered his head and found Sun Yanzi's small mouth, kissing her deeply. Sun Yanzi closed her eyes, feeling the love from the man's lips. Zhao Zijie's hand slid down from the woman's waist, caressing Sun Yanzi's buttocks, surprised to find no trace of underwear. This unexpected feeling ignited Zhao Zijie's burning desire, his lower body hardening. "Not wearing any?" he asked softly. Sun Yanzi sensed the man's reaction, nodded shyly, and buried her head in Zhao Zijie's chest. Zhao Zijie found the zipper on Sun Yanzi's back and slowly unzipped it. The long dress, having lost its grip, slipped from Stefanie Sun's body to the floor, revealing her fair skin to Zhao Zijie. Her alluring curves were like music still flowing. Zhao Zijie reached down, his hand tracing the contours of her body from her neck, past her firm breasts, all the way to her ample nipples.

Stefanie Sun gently removed his hand, stood on tiptoe, and began kissing Zhao Zijie's face. As she kissed him, her small hands had already unbuttoned and removed his shirt. Her hot lips roamed over Zhao Zijie's chest, her slippery tongue teasing the nipples on his breasts. Zhao Zijie breathed heavily, the woman creating wave after wave of pleasure on his body. He felt her head lower, her small hands unbuckling her belt, her lips kissing his abdomen inch by inch. Her outer trousers slipped down, revealing her swollen genitals proudly bulging against her tight underwear.

Sun Yanzi knelt on the ground, rubbing her face against the bulge in Zhao Zijie's underwear, wanting to give him a perfect experience. Zhao Zijie felt his blood rushing to his genitals, as if he could feel the woman's hot breath. He stroked Sun Yanzi's hair, "Zi, it feels so good." Sun Yanzi smiled charmingly, her small hands grabbing the ends of Zhao Zijie's underwear and pulling it down. His penis was erect, pointing diagonally to the sky. Sun Yanzi slid her small hands along Zhao Zijie's penis, and Zhao Zijie felt as if he were floating. He pressed Sun Yanzi's head down, his voice trembling slightly, "Zi, kiss it." Sun Yanzi playfully stuck out her tongue and lightly licked the tip of his penis, arousing his desire. Zhao Zijie tilted his head back, hissing as he inhaled, suddenly feeling a heat in his penis as he felt it enter the woman's warm mouth. The woman's lips tightly enveloped the glans, her tongue skillfully licking the tip of his penis.

Zhao Zijie let out a soft "Ah," the woman's actions almost overwhelming him. He looked down and saw Sun Yanzi looking up at him, her thick, hard penis nestled in her rosy lips. Sun Yanzi winked at him, straining her head forward to push Zhao Zijie's penis deeper. Zhao Zijie watched as his penis slid inch by inch into Sun Yanzi's mouth, her cheeks flushed, her nostrils flaring rapidly, showing her strain. "Zi, don't force it," Sun Yanzi shook her head, then forcefully pressed her lips against the base of his penis. Zhao Zijie felt his penis enter the narrow opening, and with Sun Yanzi's rapid breathing, his penis was pressed firmly.

Zhao Zijie could barely contain himself; he took a deep breath to calm his excitement. Sun Yanzi slowly withdrew his penis from her mouth, took a deep breath, and looked at Zhao Zijie's thick penis, her lower body burning with desire. Just as Sun Yanzi was about to take it back in, Zhao Zijie pulled her up and hugged her tightly. This was the only way Zhao Zijie could express his deep love for this woman. Sun Yanzi let Zhao Zijie hug her for a while, then pushed him to sit on the sofa, her body straddling one of his laps. "Let me do it today. Just pretend you're still not fully recovered, okay?"

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