[Green hair]

At seven in the

morning, three minutes before the alarm clock was about to carry out its alarming mission, a small, delicate white hand flicked the switch

, silencing its noisy protests and burying it completely in a neglected corner.

Sunlight peeked in through the thick curtains, bringing a touch of warm light to the tranquil room. A long

beam of light slanted across the bed, gently kissing a fair leg that had inadvertently slipped out from under the covers, illuminating a

dazzling pink hue—a naturally beautiful sight.

Cloud-like black hair cascaded over the snow-white pillow, extending to the edge of the bed, the ends hanging loosely below.

The truly pure, natural black hair, with its lustrous sheen, easily evoked a feeling of doting affection. The empty pillow remained untouched

. The owner of the black hair was now lying against a firm, bare chest, naturally using the warm body

as her pillow, tenderly stroking her cheek, her small mouth slightly parted, struggling as if half-awake.

The person being used as a pillow was the first to be awakened. A pair of sleepy, deep black eyes blinked a few times before instantly

waking, a smile unconsciously playing on her lips. With a restrained, amused expression, I reached out and gently grasped

the small hand that Qing Si was using to swing around my waist.

Good heavens! My waist is fatally ticklish; even a touch of a finger can send me into a frenzy

. Of course, a burning glint flashed in my eyes. In the wild, passionate night of the previous night,

Qing Si , turning it into her most sensual spot with her clumsy touch.

The fingers I held twitched. I looked at Qing Si in my arms, meeting her

gaze , our eyes filled with tenderness.

'Good morning!' Qing Si whispered, her delicate lips brushing against my ear.

'There's still some time; you can nap a little longer.' My ears

tingled , and I sat up halfway, pulling Qing Si into my arms. Gazing into her bright, starry eyes, I looked at them with affection

, watching the smiles within them. I couldn't help but gently stroke her beautiful, soft hair, running my fingers through it with tender caresses.

My beloved Qing Si, her hair as black as ink and as smooth as silk, flowed naturally

like a waterfall.

"No, I need to get up and prepare breakfast for my brother. Remember to eat breakfast every day before going

to work!" After a few more strokes, I finally broke free from the ranks of those who lingered in bed, resolutely getting up. With Qing Si

's movement, the blankets that had covered her body quietly fell away.

I couldn't help but let out a soft gasp, my eyes momentarily fixed on her. When I came to my senses,

I seemed to catch a glimpse of a slight smile playing on Qing Si's lips, hidden beneath her black hair.

Was she doing it on purpose? Or was it just my imagination? Qing Si was such an innocent and angelic girl, how could she

deliberately seduce me? But at this moment, Qing Si was so different from her usual innocent face, so alluring, so

seductive… so—heart-stirring!

'What?' Qing Si slightly tossed her long hair, gathering her thick black strands to one side, adding

a touch of charm to my eyes. She then braced herself on the bed, completely unaware that she was giving my eyes a real treat,

easily arousing my desire, or perhaps it was just the natural physiological reaction of waking up.

She wore a pink cotton nightgown, lacking the usual cartoon patterns, only adorned with a few lace

trims , not a particularly provocative design. The hem reached her knees, and the upper body had shoulder straps; if worn securely,

there was no risk of revealing too much. But how can one securely put on nightgown while sleeping?

At this moment, not only was one of her bra straps down, but two buttons on her blouse had also slipped open, revealing her bare chest and exuding

boundless allure. Her smooth, white breasts and the deep cleavage were also faintly visible, almost causing me to

have a nosebleed on the spot. Yet, she looked completely innocent, her bright, starry eyes fixed on me, seemingly oblivious to my presence.

I couldn't help but wonder once again if this lovely sprite was intentionally seducing me, but looking at her innocent,

angelic face, I knew I was just imagining things. I could only swallow hard, a

feeling of impending doom rising within me. If I continued to be seduced by this delicious, alluring, and seemingly unconscious angel, it

would be only a matter of time before I became a lecherous womanizer, or I would suffer internal bleeding from unfulfilled desires.

"Your nightgown strap slipped down..." I reached out and pulled it back into place, forcing a calm tone,

my fingers trembling slightly as I quickly completed this simple action. God knows how much I wanted to pull her nightgown straps

apart , and even further…

Qing Si seemed to realize this just then, a slight blush of embarrassment and shyness rising on her cheeks. She softly thanked me,

planting a light good morning kiss on my lips. Her smooth, baby-like skin caressed my face, and I couldn't help but turn slightly to

the side , afraid that my freshly grown stubble might accidentally prick her delicate cheek.

As if sensing my intention, she mischievously followed my movement, meeting my chin and lightly rubbing against me

a couple of times. Unable to resist the ticklish sensation from the slightly hard stubble, she giggled, her voice clear and melodious like silver bells.

Instantly, the slightly quiet room was filled with joy, and my heart was filled with an indescribable warmth and emotion.

'Oh, Qing Si—um—Qing Si—!' 'I murmured, unsurprisingly embracing the soft, fragrant body I was once again

nestled , blinking my eyes, savoring this

happiness that should only exist in the deepest, sweetest dreams…

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'I laughed smugly, and laughed smugly again… Ouch—! 'I walked lightly, as if treading on light,

drifting clouds, humming a tuneless song, leisurely strolling into the house I was staying in.

Who knew that as soon as I reached the door, I was bumped head-on by a pink, unidentified object surrounded by stars.

The powerful impact made me stagger backward a few steps, but I couldn't resist the allure of gravity and

fell to the ground with a thud, landing flat on my back.'

I smiled wryly and lay back on the soft, green lawn in the yard outside the door, waving away the

countless . I sighed helplessly, "Qingsi—Lan—Qingsi! Can you please not

welcome me so enthusiastically?"

After a futile struggle, the little pink figure finally settled comfortably in my lap, first

scribbling all over my face, then scratching her own baby-soft cheeks, and exclaimed sweetly, "Brother, be shy! You

can't even handle a little hug from Qingsi. How will you ever be Qingsi's prince?"

Looking at the twelve-year-old girl before me, a wave of helplessness washed over me again. The lingering influence of Western fairy tales

! At such a young age, her mind was already filled with fantasies of princesses and princes. She probably didn't know

how princesses and princes created little dolls, I thought mischievously.

With this wicked thought, I couldn't help but look her up and down. "Wow!" I thought. "Who knew

this little girl could be such a stunning beauty when she's dressed up!"

Instead of her usual trousers and shirt, she wore a pink dress with a very short hem, reaching

just below her knees. Her long, slender legs were completely exposed, smooth and fair, with a rosy glow—utterly

alluring!

Because she was straddling me, I could easily catch a glimpse of what was under her skirt. Her

pure white cotton panties, partially hidden by the pink skirt, had a slight bulge in the center, almost making my nose bleed on the spot . I

was just short of reaching inside to grope her.

Secretly ashamed of my despicable thoughts, I quickly averted my gaze, which inadvertently fell on Xiao Qingsi's

parted legs. Below her smooth ankles, a pair of pink floral strappy sandals encased her

small feet in white silk stockings. Her snow-white skin almost blended into the pure white stockings,

and through the semi-transparent toes of the sandals, her delicate, clean, unadorned toes peeked out, trembling playfully

—so adorable!

Suppressing the urge to get up and kiss her, I forced myself to lift my head, meeting Xiao Qingsi's wide,

bright eyes. A strange tenderness welled up within me; such a lovely girl, no matter how mischievous she was,

was forgivable!

Just as I was about to gently tease Qingsi a few times, she bent down with her fragrant and soft petite body,

and her long black hair, loosely tied in a ponytail, fell down and brushed against my cheeks. It was ticklish and fragrant, which felt very comfortable. I sighed with

satisfaction and no longer cared about the embarrassing thing that Qingsi had knocked me to the ground. I felt very comfortable at that moment.

Qingsi whispered her tender lips against my ear, her body writhing against mine, her voice soft and giggling

, "Brother, Qingsi wants you to play with me! Nobody's paid any attention to me all day, Qingsi's so bored!"

It was early summer, and through my thin shirt, I could feel two soft bumps against my chest,

rubbing against my sensitive desire with Qingsi's coquettish movements.

I couldn't help but glance at the crevice between our bodies. It seemed like only yesterday that Qingsi

had grown up ; her breasts, though still small and barely visible under her dress,

were faintly outlined, and the direct touch made them all the more distinct, making me want to reach out and touch them. Teasing them a little...

Good heavens , even such a little girl aroused my wicked thoughts, I must have lost my mind.

But that wasn't all. Qing Si's swaying, petite, pert buttocks seemed to be playing with my erect

, engorged manhood, which had inexplicably become swollen and hard. Even through their clothes, my male desire could fully feel

the forbidden stimulation from Qing Si's soft, fragrant buttocks, making it increasingly uncontrollably erect.

Based on the axiom of finding the perfect opening, my innocent, engorged manhood involuntarily plunged deep into

the crevice between Qing Si's two buttocks, greedily and ignorantly enjoying a pleasure it had never experienced before. My poor lower body, too,

unconsciously cooperated, bouncing up and down, momentarily oblivious to the world around it.

"Brother, lie still, don't move around! It's uncomfortable for you to sit like this!" A

small hand stroked my cheek again, patting it lightly like comforting a puppy.

Lost in the torrent of desire, I hadn't even thought to protest when another exclamation rang in my ears: "

Huh? Brother, you're sick! Your face is so red, your breathing is rapid and hot! Ah—brother's bleeding! Daddy—

Mommy ! Come quick, save brother!"

Damn it, I couldn't escape the lecherous habit of bleeding after all. I actually shed my first nosebleed from the innocent teasing—no, the coquettish pleading—of a twelve-year-old

girl ! I slumped back on the sofa in the room, sipping a Coca

-

Cola I'd just taken from the refrigerator, enjoying

the cool, refreshing air conditioning. But my mood was anything but pleasant; I felt burning hot all over,

restless and agitated.

Once you start something, it's incredibly difficult to back down. The seed of evil had taken root

and sprouted , immediately displaying its powerful vitality, rapidly spreading throughout my entire being.

My eyes blazed as I stared at the little girl lying opposite me. Although I

'd to me on the sofa, she stubbornly kicked off her sandals

and stretched out her legs, rubbing her soles against my legs propped up on the coffee table through her thin socks. Her

dark-haired feet were small and delicate, the high-quality thin socks offering no concealment. Covering its perfect outline,

its small rounded heel, its slender, perfectly proportioned sole, and its beautifully curved toes, though not the "three-inch

golden lotuses" described by the ancients, it was still incredibly delicate and adorable!

Suddenly, I felt something nibbling at my toes. Although it

was painless through the thick sneakers, I remembered that I was wearing Nike

sneakers that cost me three months' worth of living expenses, and I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. All my secret pleasure vanished!

I looked up and opened my eyes, and a fluffy little ball of flesh came into view. Just as I expected, I

glared at the creature that was happily wagging its tail. As soon as I raised my arm, which had been comfortably resting behind my head, a pair of soft, white

hands were already stroking its fluffy head, giggling, "Feng Hua, don't be naughty anymore,

or your brother will take it out on you again!" "My brother just got sick and vomited blood again..."

Ugh, that silly girl Qingsi! I spent ages explaining to her that my fever and flushed face were just because of the hot weather

, and as for the nosebleed, it was because she accidentally bumped into me, and I immediately forgot about it. So clueless!

But hearing her words just now really made me want to vomit blood. I glanced maliciously

at the little guy who was squinting and enjoying his mistress's caresses. That smug look on his face—no, that little dog's smug expression—filled me

with extreme annoyance.

Being less than five feet tall is a lifelong regret! And this hairy, fleshy creature in front of me, though

seemingly well-endowed, is just a one-month-old puppy, pitifully small and hateful, and yet it shares

the same name as me: Feng Hua. This is intolerable!

Thinking of this, I looked at the oblivious little dog and imagined a steaming

hot pot filled with fragrant dog meat. Although I'd never eaten it before, it must be incredibly delicious…

I grinned, unable to contain my genuine smile, saliva involuntarily overflowing from

my lips .

'Ha Qiu,' this clueless dog, noticing the smile in my eyes, mistook it

for a compliment and jumped into my lap, licking my face with its wet tongue, enthusiastically

washing my face with its saliva.

While one shouldn't hit a smiling face—well, a smiling dog—it was

unfair not to teach it a lesson for its harassment. I reached out my right hand, grabbed its thick, hairy neck, and planned to throw it

against the ceiling to cool off.

My fingers gripped a tuft of long hair, and just as I was about to swing my hand away, something soft and incredibly elastic

blocked my way. With my heightened senses and the overwhelming scent of a young girl, it wasn't hard to imagine that

the unidentified object crawling along my legs and pressing down on the back of my hand was none other than the restless Qing Si.

At the same time, Qing Si's smooth little hand touched my other cheek, her slender fingers

drawing circles on it, even mimicking that silly dog by sticking out her cute pink tongue and licking my sweaty

nose .

Ugh! I let Qing Si hold my hand down, my outstretched fingers feeling the tight, bouncy sensation everywhere.

For a moment, I didn't know what to do with this silly dog, passively enjoying

the wet, refreshing feeling of two tongues sliding across my face.

In her current state, Qing Si was practically glued to me, perfectly aligned. Her beautiful, alluring

body continued to writhe, caressing my already pent-up male desire. I could no longer endure this inhuman "

torture" and was about to pounce on Qing Si, ready to seize her and bite her.

*Whoosh*, the sound of the security door outside the apartment opened. Instinctively, I pushed Qing Si onto the opposite

sofa , quickly pulled my legs back, and sat up properly. While feeling guilty, I couldn't help but secretly rejoice at hearing

the silly dog whimper as it fell onto the carpet.

The door was gently pushed open, and with a faint, sweet fragrance, Aunt Lan's familiar, slender figure gracefully entered the room.

She wore a well-tailored, simple white suit, her fair face lightly made up, pink lipstick highlighting

her full, luscious lips. A platinum and diamond pendant hung from the slightly exposed collar,

matching the platinum and diamond earrings she wore…

Aunt Lan tossed her small white crocodile handbag onto the sofa, casually loosening her hair

clip, letting her jet-black, glossy hair cascade down like a waterfall.

She carelessly kicked off her white high heels, not even bothering to put on the slippers provided by the door, leaving her

slender feet, clad only in snow-white crystal stockings, on the carpet.

This carefree, even playful and adorable woman—was she truly, as the rumors said, a pure and beautiful woman, like

a white lotus emerging from water, fragrant and elegant like a noble lily, radiating an intelligent, calm, composed, and graceful

aura, yet possessing an unapproachable and aloof coldness—a goddess of ice?

Indeed, Aunt Lan was a contradictory combination of two seemingly impossible qualities. Unfortunately, only her

closest , and as a short-term guest and temporary member of the household, I was fortunate enough to witness it only by chance.

Even so, today, Aunt Lan's free-spirited, languid demeanor, so unguardedly displayed before me

, even if only for a fleeting moment, was enough to make my eyes widen, leaving me speechless and stunned.

Qing Si, seeing her dear mother return, naturally rushed into Aunt Lan's arms, forgetting her

playful scolding for my sudden push. What made me most envious was that the silly dog named "Feng Hua" also

wagged its tail and pounced on Aunt Lan's slender feet, licking her toes beneath her thin stockings with its long tongue.

Aunt Lan was busy gently stroking her precious daughter's long, black hair, softly coaxing and responding to Qing Si's coquettishness and

clinging . Meanwhile, her sensitive toes were being tickled by "Feng Hua," causing her to

giggle like silver bells.

Finally, Aunt Lan gently placed Qing Si, nestled in her warm, fragrant embrace, onto the sofa, simultaneously lifting her delicate

foot to shoo the restless, lecherous dog to the corner of the coffee table to cool off. Only then did she have a chance to

speak . She asked Qing Si gently, "Baby, did you have a good day? Did you finish your schoolwork? Don't bother

your brother Feng Hua all the time!"

Upon hearing this, Qing Si first gave her dear mother a charming, adorable smile, then glanced at me,

who had sitting blankly on the sofa, pouted her pink lips, and said coquettishly, "No, Qing Si is very good. It's

brother who bullied me!" He was just now...

I only came to my senses then. Hearing Qing Si say such things, I felt guilty and thought, what if Qing Si told Aunt Lan about

my filthy thoughts just now? I quickly interrupted her, diverting Aunt Lan's attention

: "Yes, Qing Si is the best girl, she won't bother me! Aunt Lan, is your work going well?"

She then smiled obsequiously at Qing Si, her flattery comparable to, or even

surpassing, that of a certain creature with the same name.

Aunt Lan glanced at me, then at the now cheerful Qing Si, blinked her beautiful phoenix eyes,

shook , and sat down on the sofa opposite me. She lovingly pulled Qing Si into her arms, her long, beautiful legs

stretched comfortably across the coffee table, unintentionally brushing against mine.

Fortunately, I was still shaken, and having always regarded Aunt Lan as an elder and a mother figure,

I didn't provoke any further reaction. My legs, however, seemed rooted to the spot, unable to move an inch.

"Fenghua, your nose? Should we see a doctor?" Aunt Lan leaned back on the sofa, glancing at my

nose, which I had rubbed red. A hint of concern flashed across her usually indifferent face as she asked softly.

"Uh—!" I was momentarily speechless. I couldn't very well tell her that I had been "seduced" by her twelve-year-old daughter

, causing me to have internal bleeding, could I? My eyes darted around, quickly finding a scapegoat in the room.

"Sigh—it's all this stupid dog's fault! Every time it sees me, it's so enthusiastic, rushing towards me without a word,

and then it bumps into my handsome, delicate nose! It's

a curse to !"

I exaggeratedly spread my hands, shrugging to indicate my innocence, making a joke while still trying to conceal my true feelings.

She glanced mischievously at the silly dog.

'Oh? Is that Jacky? He's grown so much! I don't remember this little guy jumping that high

. He really is…'

'Mommy! I told you long ago it's not called Jacky anymore! Its name is now "Feng Hua"!

How about that? Isn't it nice? Qing Si loves Chinese names the most, and she loves "Feng Hua" the most!'

'Hmm—?' This time it was Aunt Lan's turn to be speechless. She clearly remembered that when she first bought this puppy,

Qing Si had thought of the name for three days and three nights before finally choosing it. Why was she so disgusted with it now?

'Feng—Hua—? Ah—!' Aunt Lan's elegant phoenix eyes glanced at me, who was standing helplessly to the side, and

she exclaimed in surprise. She looked at me carefully, and a smile suddenly appeared on her lips.

On her usually cool and elegant fair face, two bright red blushes slowly gathered, giving her an exceptionally captivating beauty!

Looking at Aunt Lan's barely suppressed smile, I was momentarily dazed. Shaking my head, I snapped back to reality,

and couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "Like mother, like daughter! It seems Qing Si's mischievous nature definitely

has a family history!" However, seeing the usually composed Aunt Lan so happy was a rare treat, making it

worth the trip.

Hoping Aunt Lan would uphold justice for me was out of the question. I could only turn back and

glare at Qing Si, who was playfully frolicking with the silly dog that shared my name, trying to find

a way to But I was inadvertently captivated by Qing Si's innocent and radiant smile, completely forgetting that I should

reclaim the rightful right to my name.

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'Ding-dong—!' The doorbell rang again, and Qing Si cheered, "It must be Daddy coming back

!" Then she jumped up from the sofa, without even putting on slippers, and rushed to the door to

open it for her doting father.

Even in today's world where such things are commonplace, Uncle Lan and Aunt Lan are still

an absolutely peculiar couple in the eyes of outsiders.

Not to mention that Uncle Lan has a warm personality, always polite and welcoming, while Aunt Lan, though not as

cold as Antarctic ice , always presents a cold and expressionless face behind her stunning beauty. In particular, her coldness is

innate, without any affectation, a natural icy pride that makes people unable to look away and dare not disrespect her.

Moreover, Uncle Lan is only an associate professor at an ordinary university with a meager monthly income, while Aunt Lan is already

the general manager of a foreign trade company. Even this nearly 200-square-meter two-story apartment was purchased entirely with Aunt Lan's

personal income, although Uncle Lan's name is prominently listed on the property certificate.

Of course, in this era where everyone minds their own business, outsiders, though surprised,

didn't pay much attention to it beyond occasional casual conversation, as it didn't concern them personally. After all, everyone was

busy making a living.

Uncle Lan was a typical traditional Chinese scholar, simply and neatly dressed, and his gentle manners were comparable to those of

an English gentleman. However, living in today's economically driven world, he could be said to be out of touch with the times and had become a pushover

. No wonder outsiders speculated wildly about this couple, truly a strange combination of ice and fire.

Unsurprisingly, a moment later, Uncle Lan's warm, spring-like smile appeared before my eyes.

A cute creature resembling a koala hung incongruously from his tall, slender frame. Looking at the affection in Uncle Lan's eyes, which

held a hint he didn't usually show, it was clear that it was the incredibly beautiful and adorable Miss Qing Si!

As soon as Uncle Lan entered the room, he put down his lecture notes and hadn't even had a chance to speak when Qingsi wrapped

her arms around his neck, pouted her rosy lips, and planted a series of wet

, soft kisses on her dearest daddy's face. Uncle Lan chuckled with delight (actually, I guessed it was more like she was ticklish),

and the atmosphere in the room became even warmer and more harmonious.

Immersed in this warm family atmosphere, I gazed at the scene of Qingsi and her father's affectionate interaction, noticing

Aunt Lan's smiling gaze beside me. I felt tears welling up in my eyes, and my heart was filled with

gratitude . It was they who allowed me to study peacefully in this unfamiliar city and still feel the warmth of family,

greatly comforting my homesickness.

Life is full of disappointments, and fate once again proved this undeniable truth to me.

Before I could even finish feeling touched, Uncle Lan had already placed the strands of hair he was holding onto Aunt Lan's lap, who was reclining on the sofa. He

let out a surprised gasp and quickly moved closer to me.

I helplessly watched Uncle Lan's face rapidly looming in front of me, and heard his exaggerated

question: "Fenghua, what's wrong with your nose? Have you been eating too much chili lately and it's causing internal heat? Hmm…

maybe you should adjust your diet to be lighter…"

"No—! Uncle Lan, I'm fine, the problem is the food can't be any less bland. I haven't been eating enough chili peppers

lately , uh… chili peppers, girls get pimples from eating them, but boys who don't eat them easily

… um… get a red, swollen nose, like me…" I interrupted Uncle Lan impatiently.

If the food got any blander, it would be unbearable!

Just as I was advocating for my food, or rather, my beloved chili peppers, I

noticed something different about Uncle Lan's smile out of the corner of my eye—it seemed… um… it seemed to be the expression he usually wore when Qing Si playfully

teased me. Was I seeing things? Uncle Lan is such a kind person! But something

felt off… He

'd finally managed to get rid of what seemed to be… Uncle Lan, who was so caring towards me, urged Qing Si

to hurry into the kitchen to soothe our rumbling, empty stomachs. Aunt Lan, true to her husband's

spirit , followed suit.

I lay listlessly on the sofa, the sounds of Aunt Lan and Uncle Lan preparing dinner in the kitchen mingling with the aroma of

food wafting into the living room. The television in the living room was playing Qing Si and "Feng Hua" (

not the real Feng Hua)'s favorite cartoon, 'Chibi Maruko-chan,' and I finally found a moment of peace.

However, glancing sideways at the scene of the person and the dog snuggling and teasing each other, my heart wasn't as

relaxed and comfortable as I'd imagined. At that moment, I had the urge to become that "Feng Hua," and I hated her with

a burning passion .

"Feng Hua, come eat!" Aunt Lan's cool yet gentle voice called out, and I instinctively stood up.

Before I could even reply, a soft bark came from beside me, and it answered for me without hesitation.

I was instantly furious. I rushed to Qingsi's side, grabbed the stupid dog, and said

fiercely , "Looks like you had some foresight, knowing we'd be missing a dog meat

hotpot for dinner tonight... Ugh—!"

"Brother, let go of Fenghua! You've almost pulled all its soft fur off; it won't survive the winter

!" Qingsi whispered in my ear, then used her little hands to pry my fingers open, freeing the

dog from my grasp. The moment it was free

, the dog darted to Qingsi with speed far exceeding that of a mouse,

licking . Seeing its smug, dog-like behavior, I realized it was a wolf in

sheep's clothing—no, a wolf in sheep's clothing.

I said angrily to Qingsi, "If you keep indulging this stupid dog, you'll become like the Mr. Dongguo…"

"What? Brother is so stupid! Qingsi is a beautiful woman loved by everyone!" " How could

she resemble a 'winter melon'?" Although Qing Si was a little girl, based on her natural love of beauty, she

was extremely unhappy that I compared her to a "winter melon" and immediately interrupted me to protest.

I was stunned for a moment. "Qing Si is almost graduating from elementary school. Didn't they teach '

Mr. Dongguo and the Wolf' in elementary school here? It must be because this little girl Qing Si wasn't paying attention in class and was daydreaming... Hehe, I've

finally found a way to deal with this little rascal!" Thinking of this, a strange smile appeared on my face.

Qing Si was clearly extremely dissatisfied with my noncommittal attitude. She pouted and glared at me. To find

evidence of her unparalleled beauty, she lowered her head and turned to the silly dog in her arms, saying in a sweet voice, "Feng Hua, you're the cutest!

Tell your silly brother that Qing Si is a stunning beauty loved by everyone, right?"

The lustful little dog naturally responded in kind, even barking at me defiantly twice. Its restless little head

nuzzled and rubbed against Qing Si's arms, tickling her and making her giggle.

I gazed at the little silly dog nestled in Qing Si's fragrant and soft arms, comfortably resting its fluffy

head on its little master's soft... My breasts, perked up with awareness, couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy once more for that foolish, oblivious dog,

and even more so, the urge to stew it into a delicious hot pot.

Lost in thought, my nose twitched; a familiar, warm, slippery liquid began to

trickle down . I hurriedly turned away, using the excuse of washing my hands before meals, and quickly covered my nose, rushing into the bathroom.

Only the icy water managed to suppress the liquid, but my heart began to flutter with unease.

One Thousand and One Nights, Twelve Nights. Green Silk 2

Author: Nongyue

I lay bored on the bed, reading for a while... I was looking at my precious book, but feeling rather uninterested, I casually

hid it between two layers of blankets. (I'm so curious what kind of book it is?

A book that truly inspires "reading ten thousand books," can you guess what it is?). I'm usually wary of Qingsi, that little girl, rummaging through my things in my room, so it's

quite remarkable that it's still here.

Uncle Lan and Aunt Lan aren't home tonight because Qingsi's grandmother suddenly fell ill and was taken to the hospital. She

's still in the operating room, and they probably won't be able to come back until the results are in.

I checked the time; it's already midnight. Qingsi has been bothering me ever since she got home from school. Going to

the hospital to visit my grandmother kept me up all night. Since she has to go to school tomorrow, and children

need sleep, I had to coax and practically force her until 10:30 PM before she reluctantly went back to her room to sleep.

Thinking of Qing Si, I couldn't help but recall the strange trouble that little girl had caused me a while ago, a

trouble that still hasn't completely subsided. The urge I hadn't felt while looking at those precious books suddenly

arose . (There's no way around it; even the best books lose their effectiveness if read too much.)

I suddenly felt a strong desire to go and see what was happening in the room across the street. Qingsi was fast asleep inside. Looking at

this mischievous little girl now quiet, her face as innocent and angelic as an angel, I longed to…

Qingsi's door was tightly shut. After standing there for a moment, I didn't turn on the hallway light; I just wanted to stay quietly. In the darkness, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. It would be truly strange

if her door were open in the dead of night . 　　Even so, I still felt a little reluctant to leave. Perhaps the commotion I had just experienced had touched a nerve. I leaned silently against the doorframe, lingering and yearning. 　　After a while, I sighed, shook my head vigorously, and was secretly surprised at myself for my actions tonight. What on earth could have me to do something so absurd and foolish? Just as I was about to turn and leave, my hand suddenly loosened, and a sliver of light spilled into the hallway. 　　I froze. Without realizing it, my hand had landed on the doorknob, and with the turn, I had inadvertently opened Qing Si's door. Her door wasn't locked, and the light was on in the room? She wasn't even asleep ? 　　I tiptoed into the room, gently closing the door behind me, then turned around, about to greet Qing Si, this little beauty who wouldn't sleep even in the dead of night, with a smile. But suddenly, when my gaze fell on Qing Si… My eyes froze. 　　Qingsi hadn't noticed my sudden appearance in her room. She leaned against a large, soft cushion , her body slightly turned to the side, holding a thick book in her hands, engrossed in reading. 　　The early spring night wasn't too chilly, and she was only wearing a thin nightgown, which perfectly outlined her petite and shapely figure, radiating the exquisite beauty of a young girl. 　　My gaze, however, was completely drawn to the pair of slender, beautiful legs exposed beneath her nightgown: her skin, recently bathed was smooth and moist, gleaming with a crystalline sheen, and because of her side... Lying down, one leg was slightly bent , while the other rested on its knee, occasionally wiggling playfully up and down. 　　Soft rays of light shimmered in the movement of her dark legs, easily illuminating the source: silver anklets encircled the soles of her feet, reflecting a soft yet mesmerizing light as they swayed gently. 　　The shimmering silver chains further accentuated the pair of perfectly shaped, rosy feet below her ankles, their unbound toes occasionally curling up mischievously, stretching out their alluring curves with boundless energy.

This was the first time I had ever seen bare feet, completely uncovered. The ten slender, delicate toes were

so white and smooth, their translucent nails naturally clear and pure, without any artificial coloring

. The pinkish halos at the base of the nails shimmered softly under the room's light.

I noticed a small

silver ring, like a ring, encircling the center of the white-and-pink toe, particularly eye-catching and alluring. I longed to

pounce on them, to take each of those tender, spring-like toes into my mouth and lick them to my heart's content.

Stunned by the breathtaking beauty before me, I was irresistibly captivated,

standing silently behind the door for a long time.

The room was also silent; only the occasional breeze rustling the curtains or the sound of turning pages

made . Suddenly, I realized I had been unconsciously

holding my breath , afraid of shattering the dreamlike beauty before me.

Finally, a faint, strange sound startled me awake. The sound was indistinct, almost imperceptible.

Had it not for the quiet of the night and my intense focus on the sounds in the room, I would have missed a

moment that could change the course of my life.

I listened intently and discovered the sound was coming from Qing Si's mouth and nose, a soft, whimpering sound, much like a cat's purr

. At that moment, it was impossible not to be curious. At first, I thought it was Qing Si

dozing off, thinking that even her snoring was adorable.

But I quickly dismissed that idea, because then I heard the sound of pages turning

, interspersed with the 'groaning' I had heard before, and it seemed even louder.

A fleeting image of the explicit scenes I had just read flashed through my mind, and I imagined hearing

the seductive sounds of a young woman yearning for love, as described in the book. Of course, this thought was only

fleeting. Qing Si, innocent and pure like an angel, was truly hard to

reconcile . Besides, at only twelve years old, she probably wasn't even at the stage of experiencing puberty.

Yet the sound was indeed coming from Qing Si's mouth. Why was she making such a strange sound, so much so that even I, who was still considered

pure (I'm still a virgin, and I should at least be considered "pure"), couldn't help but

have impure thoughts.

Unable to suppress my curiosity, I moved quietly to the head of the bed, leaning close to Qing Si's head.

Her long, freshly washed black hair shone brightly, radiating a crystalline sheen, and the faint

fragrance filled my nostrils.

Perhaps to prevent her still-damp hair from wetting the pillow, she loosely held it

up , letting it gather like silk at the back of her head and shoulders. This made it easy for me to notice

the flushed cheeks on her face, with even faint traces of sweat.

I noticed that the blush wasn't the typical fair-skinned pink of a young girl, but an alluring, vibrant red,

usually seen only on the faces of mature women—a color that could be described as alluring or seductive. To borrow

a phrase from erotic novels, it was the flush of a woman aroused. In that instant, the girl before me was charming and captivating, possessing

an even more alluring charm than usual.

My gaze finally fell upon the source of that suggestive sound. I saw her small, red lips slightly

parted, her delicate pink lips occasionally darting out to lick her somewhat dry lips. Her straight nostrils

flared rapidly, her breath quick and hot. Occasionally, she would extend her slender index finger, tracing it back and forth between her lips, sometimes

even digging deeper, gently nibbling with her teeth, lightly licking with her tongue, and finally simply sticking the whole finger into her mouth to suckle.

Seeing this, it wasn't hard for me to guess that the book Qingsi was reading was problematic. It was probably

the novel I'd recently lost, bought from a street vendor. The book was called *A Young Man's Journey*, attributed to

Huang Yi , but knowing Huang Yi's works, I knew it was a pirated copy. However, since the author's writing

was passable, and it was a erotic novel—the kind of light-hearted erotica I liked—I bought

it.

Unfortunately, just two days after I bought it, it vanished due to a moment of carelessness. I had initially worried

that Qingsi might have taken it; after all, under my influence, Qingsi had developed a strong

love for novels, perhaps even more so than I did. But after a few days, Qing Si didn't make any move. Given her inability to keep

secrets , it was unlikely she had taken it to read. So, the matter was left unresolved.

Now, thinking back, Qing Si hadn't had time to look at it before, only having the opportunity and time tonight.

At this moment, I couldn't help but secretly resent the original author of *A Young Man's Journey*. What a frivolous thing to do! Wasn't this just a deceptive tactic

? A complete hypocrite! If he had written it more erotically, perhaps I would be seeing

even more sensual scenes right now.

But then I thought, even if the author wrote something incredibly lewd and seductive, with Qing Si's innocence and only twelve

years old, she probably couldn't possibly understand much about matters of love and desire. The current scene was already enough to

satisfy my eyes .

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but swallow, making two gulps in my throat. This immediately startled

Qingsi, who was immersed in a hazy lust. She turned her face with a start, and upon seeing me rapidly approaching her, she blinked her beautiful, starry eyes in confusion. Then, she snapped out of her

daze , her already red face turning even redder,

making her look absolutely stunning.

Unfortunately, before I could even get a good look at the beautiful scene before me, Qingsi quickly turned her face away, pulled the blanket over herself,

and covered her entire body with the blanket, burying her head in the sand like an ostrich, determined to ignore everything.

I didn't rush to force her out. I crouched down on the edge of the bed and reached for the book Qing Si hadn't had time

to hide Unsurprisingly, it was the book I'd bought, *A Young Man's Journey*. Looking at Qing

Si's restless body under the covers, I chuckled inwardly, but outwardly remained calm, feigning surprise. "Eh? *

A Young Man's Journey*? I haven't had a chance to read this Huang Yi book yet. So it was lying here."

I paused slightly, deliberately opening the book with a serious expression, making a rustling sound. There was a stir under

the covers , which subsided after a while. I almost burst out laughing. I quickly coughed

lightly to clear my throat and began to read aloud:

Reluctantly leaving Xue Linglan's alluring breasts, Qin Shaoyou's hands began to

move ... Gently removing the last piece of clothing from Xue Linglan's body, revealing the beauty's flawless and

proud body... Hmm—?

Her fair skin was still so delicate and smooth, and beneath her flawless, jade-like skin, a faint sheen

seemed to flow, and it was so elastic to the touch, exuding a charming and alluring charm...

Ah—!

Even more captivating was the mysterious valley hidden beneath the lush grass, where, with

the unconscious opening and closing of the beauty's jade legs, the hidden garden gradually overflowed with pure spring water. "Clear as morning dew,

crystal clear ... uh—um..."

Having already planned it all out, I immediately spotted the explicit passage I wanted in the book, and deliberately recited it in an

exaggerated drawn-out tone, interspersed with impromptu interjections, the teasing intent

overflowing.

The sound suddenly stopped, not because I was imitating that wretched author and trying to keep me in suspense, but because Qing Si, who was about to cover

her head in shame, finally couldn't help but throw off the covers, jump out of bed, and cover my

mouth with her hand.

Her other hand was clearly grabbing at the protagonist of tonight's troubles: the book I had already held

high *A Young Man's Journey*. Seeing that she couldn't reach it, she simply climbed onto my body, attempting to ride on my

shoulders to reclaim the "evidence."

Naturally, I wasn't going to let her succeed so easily. I easily stretched out my arm and turned the book towards the edge of the bed.

Undeterred Qingsi also stretched out her little hand, but clearly unable to reach it, she simply jumped off my shoulder.

This attempt was

also futile when I raised my arm high again. Seeing that I had my hand raised high, Qingsi couldn't reach the book I was clutching tightly even when she straightened up. Her several attempts,

including jumping and hopping were easily evaded, so she had to give up her attempt to snatch the book and slumped down on the edge of the bed.

She pouted, preparing to use her usual trick that had always backfired, when she suddenly noticed my eyes staring at

her with a hint of malice, and one hand constantly rubbing her nose.

Suddenly, she seemed to understand something, images from the book flashing through her mind. She glanced instinctively at

the half-open door, "Brother, you're the worst!" "Peeping at Qingsi's... um—privacy, entering someone's

room without knocking, and now you're making fun of her..."

As she spoke, Qingsi noticed the smile spreading across my face, her little face flushed, and

she bit her lower lip with her pearly white teeth. She stomped her foot and twisted her body, pouting.

I slowly put down the book in my hand, straightened up from Qingsi's soft bed,

and looked at her with a strange smile in my eyes. I slowly walked past her and gently closed the door.

When I turned around again, Qingsi was still standing there, her fair and delicate face flushed

. Her bright eyes began to mist, and looking at my rapidly approaching, mischievous face, this

little girl who always seemed to be my nemesis suddenly became flustered, subconsciously lowering her head and muttering

something under her breath.

I watched as her long, flowing black hair cascaded down her chest, gleaming

strangely through the sheer curtains, releasing a delicate fragrance that was intoxicating.

The thin cotton nightgown, embroidered with a koala cartoon, could barely conceal the girl's graceful figure. Her

already emerging body swayed beautifully in the loose, soft nightgown, creating a series of perfectly proportioned

curves.

The hem of the nightgown would occasionally lift in the breeze, revealing

glimpses , glistening and trembling with the gentle

trembling of her small feet encased in white cotton socks, like delicate lotus blossoms swaying in the wind.

I couldn't help but recall a favorite line of poetry: "The most tender thing is that lowered head, like a water lily

shyly bowing in the cool breeze." In this moment, I truly understood the profound tenderness and cherished love contained in the verses

. The girl with the dark hair before me was the one I would cherish and protect with my entire life!

Although the twelve-year-old girl's figure wasn't fully developed, for someone like

me who preferred the petite and delicate physique of Eastern women, the girl before me exuded an absolutely irresistible allure!

I stared at her blankly for a moment, when suddenly she raised her head, her blushing face filled with

a tenderness , her bright, starry eyes sparkling with a strange light as she bravely met my gaze, her cherry lips slightly parted, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

Caught off guard, I was startled by her, instinctively scratching my head, momentarily at a loss.

My original intention was just to tease her a little, but now, her unexpected reaction threw me off balance, leaving

me somewhat flustered.

Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the mischievous smile spreading across Xiao Qingsi's

face . I realized I'd been tricked by her. A surge of resentment

welled up inside me. I'd been the one who'd found her weakness, yet here I was, the one suffering the embarrassment. Frustrated, I glared at Qingsi fiercely, spreading

my arms as if to pounce.

Qingsi remained unmoved by my "fierce" threat, playfully making a face at me with a defiant "what can you

do about it? . Watching the smile spread across her rosy cheeks, I could no longer contain myself and

lunged at her.

Once again, to my surprise, Qingsi didn't flinch, letting me pull her soft, fragrant body into

my arms. She simply turned slightly, pressing her face against my burning chest. I, on the other hand, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey

, though my prey was easily captured, felt no sense of accomplishment whatsoever.

The girl in my arms, with her hair flowing freely, seemed unsteady on her feet, kicking off her slippers.

She pressed her face against my chest, listening to my rapid heartbeat. Strands of her hair, blowing in the wind, gently brushed my

cheek, releasing a mesmerizing fragrance.

Instinctively, I wrapped my arms tightly around this adorable little angel. Through her thin nightgown, I could feel

her slender waist, smooth and soft to the touch, her sensitive skin

trembling spasmodically under my touch. The soft, almost inaudible moans beside me were indescribably alluring.

I gently stroked her back with one hand, feeling the taut, youthful muscles of her waist, full

of elasticity. I lowered my head and gently placed my nose between her beautiful neck, inhaling the faint fragrance...

A delicate fragrance wafted from her. My

rapid, hot breath brushed against Qing Si's neck, inadvertently revealing a sensitive

spot. Qing Si felt a tingling, itchy sensation, and involuntarily shrugged, raising her head slightly. A

soft, whimpering sound escaped her nose as she brought her mouth close to my ear: "Brother—um—brother—brother—

it itches…it itches—ah—!"

Qing Si's face was flushed, her pink cheeks glistening with sweat. Her eyes were closed,

but her delicate eyebrows were fully extended, and her adorable little mouth was a vibrant, luscious red, as if it were about to drip with moisture,

like a ripe cherry waiting to be plucked.

So alluring, my heart surged, and I forgot everything else. My mind was completely filled with Qing Si's

obedient and charming face, and I could no longer think straight. I opened my mouth and took that tempting, sinful pink

cherry into my mouth.

"Mmm—!" Caught off guard, Xiao Qingsi's lips were captured by me. Her first kiss was

taken by her beloved brother, and the intoxicating and stimulating sensation filled her tender heart. She

instantly went limp in my arms, and we both leaned against the edge of the bed.

A girl's first kiss is naturally awkward, and while I have a wealth of theoretical knowledge, I lack practical experience.

Although Qingsi often teases and jokes with me, and we've kissed each other occasionally, it's

nothing like this . We can only gradually learn through this kiss.

Fortunately, this will be an absolutely enjoyable learning experience for any boy, and I believe we can continue

learning like this. No one would object, even in old age.

At this moment, my amazing learning and adaptability came into play. After the initial awkwardness—

our teeth occasionally touching, or our tongues getting tangled and unable to separate—we gradually adapted.

I began to guide her hair as we sucked on each other, teasing her pink tongue, our tongues entwined and playing,

or our lips meeting, savoring the sweetness of our kisses.

Oblivious to the world around us, we passionately embraced, oblivious to the world around us. Only when we could

no longer breathe did our lips finally part. By then, my heart was completely filled with pink desire, and

the symbol of my masculinity was already stirring. She moved.

Her body went limp, her starry eyes occasionally opening and closing with a shy, almost tearful expression. Her small hands could only

haphazardly wrap around my waist. Both of us could no longer support ourselves; I sat on the bed, panting heavily, and she

leaned into my arms.

Still lingering on that sweet, almost overwhelmingly intoxicating feeling, Qing Si struggled to turn her body, straddling

my outstretched legs, and turned her face towards me, actively seeking my lips. Our lips, like the

north and south poles of a magnet, were tightly pressed together, unwilling to separate for even a moment.

Her moist lips seemed to melt in my mouth, the intoxicating sweetness spreading and rippling

throughout my heart. I was no longer satisfied. I merely plucked the sweetness from her fragrant lips, then gently extended my tongue,

subtly forcefully parting her unconsciously closed lips, drawing her delicate, clove-like tongue into my mouth.

Unconsciously, her already aroused tongue responded passionately, her small, delicate hair grasping my tongue tip and sliding down, lightly

licking and teasing against the base of my tongue. Though her movements were slightly clumsy, they were already beyond my

tolerance as the guide; the alluring sensation almost made me lose myself.

Amidst the surging tide of passion, our lips and tongues ceaselessly licked and bit, constantly intertwining and kissing. The most sincere and intense

affection mingled with the sweetest saliva, flowing rapidly. In the entanglement of our lips and tongues, we seized each other's sweet

fragrance. After a long while, our lips parted .

This time, without waiting for Qing Si's reaction, I caught my breath and pressed my lips against hers, which were still

panting

. As my mouth filled with air, I savored the intoxicating fragrance emanating from her lips.

The nectar from Qing Si's mouth, infused with the unique fragrance of a young girl, was fragrant, delicious,

and sweet , making me linger. Like a greedy bee, I tirelessly flitting

among the most fragrant and beautiful flowers, passionately gathering their nectar.

Lost in ecstasy, my hands tightly embraced Qing Si's slender waist, greedily kneading her alluring waist and abdomen,

then slipping under the hem of her nightgown to directly caress and touch her tempting... The skin of a young girl.

Unconsciously, my hands moved slowly up her smooth, bare back,

gently . The still-developing, unformed breasts of a young girl were faintly visible.

Slightly raised, they formed two perfectly rounded mounds, like jade shoots resting upside down on her soft bosom. A

breathtaking expanse of snow-white, each breast adorned with a touch of rosy pink, radiating unparalleled beauty within its purity!

Lost in ecstasy, my hands forgot to continue their movements, slowly lowering along her waist until they slipped outside her clothes.

My eyes remained fixed on the intoxicating sight I had glimpsed, and I felt my mouth dry, almost unable to 　　breathe

.

As Qing Si moaned unconsciously, I leaned back slightly, raising my trembling hands to caress her youthful breasts through

her pajamas The touch was soft yet incredibly elastic.

The vibrations from my fingers made me feel Qing Si's heart pounding wildly, as if it were about to

leap . With a soft moan, Qing Si's limp body collapsed into my arms.

Holding her fragrant body in my embrace, I was instantly captivated. I held this passionate beauty tightly, leaning back, and

Qing Si nestled against me, face to face, lying on the bed with me.

We rolled around on the bed, our lips meeting briefly in sweet contact… They remained

tightly entwined, reluctant to separate. As I rolled off her soft, silky body once more, I could no longer

resist the overwhelming surge of desire.

Gently, I lifted her slightly disheveled nightgown, revealing her sacred,

unseen breasts, and with a tender yet decisive touch, pushed away her instinctive attempts to cover them,

exposing her virginal breasts completely to my gaze.

Her jade-like breasts stretched like snow-covered hills, with two small peaks rising from the

center trembling gently in the chilly spring night air, like rare, white snow lotuses blooming in the wind on the Tianshan Mountains,

their rich fragrance filling my nostrils.

Two rosy peaks, adorning the snow-white ice, were so breathtaking, so vibrant and alluring. The two points connected by

a red line, like a mark of longing piercing my heart, tightly binding me, something I could never

forget for a moment in my life!

My mouth opened, my throat twitched, and I murmured, words caught in my throat. I shifted my body, my trembling hands gently

reaching for the pair of maiden breasts.

When my sweaty, damp hands touched those almost burning hot, snow-white breasts, smooth and silky to the touch

, it felt as if a powerful electric current surged through my entire being, leaving

me almost paralyzed. The delicate skin beneath my palms convulsed violently, burning a deep crimson.

The girl with dark hair wrapped her arms around my neck, her head involuntarily tilting back, her cherry lips parting uncontrollably, a voice almost

a whisper in my ear, 'Brother—! Brother—!' "Brother, no..."

The unconscious murmur struck me like a thunderbolt, jolting me back to reality. I

plummeted . Yes, the girl in my arms was only twelve years old, and I,

the person she and her parents trusted most, was committing such a chilling, beastly act? Instantly, I was drenched in sweat, collapsing limply

onto the bed.

Taking a deep breath, I tried my best to calm myself. Slowly, I straightened up, gently

removing my hands from the girl's virgin breasts and carefully pulling her nightgown back up.

Although my male desire remained surging, my heart was as cold as ice, the lust quickly melting

away. I gazed at the young girl before me. Although I had pulled back in time, avoiding further contact,

I knew I would never forget this moment!

Her pure, flawless body slowly disappeared into her cotton pajamas. I stepped off the edge of the bed, my hands tightly embracing

her trembling shoulders, and lowered my head to gaze deeply at her. Due to inexplicable shyness and unknown fear,

Qingsi's eyes remained tightly closed, her small mouth twitching softly, her small hands clinging tightly to my waist and back.

Perhaps because I hadn't made any further moves, her surging passion cooled slightly. Qingsi slowly opened

her eyes, her gaze a mixture of confusion, shyness, and a hint of surprise.

After blinking a couple of times, she seemed to regain her senses. Her red, tender lips slightly upturned,

and she playfully glanced at me before gently closing them again. She then leaned in and lightly pecked my lips before

swiftly moving to the inner side of the bed, still facing me.

I paused briefly, then met Qing Si's clear, innocent eyes. My mind miraculously relaxed, and I

naturally leaned against the headboard, sprawling out in a starfish shape. I let out a long sigh,

facing Qing Si, my heart and soul momentarily intoxicated.

I felt completely languid, nestled against the soft pillow, breathing in the girl's natural, fragrant

scent. I wanted to stay like this forever, oblivious to the world around me.

Qing Si reached out and loosened her hair, which had somehow dried, letting it fall naturally. She

snuggled closer, glancing at me sideways with a sweet smile. She climbed on top of me,

whispering in my ear,

"Brother…brother…that feeling was so wonderful! I wish time could stand still in that fleeting

moment , I wish I could stay with you forever!"

I gazed deeply into Qing Si's clear, starry eyes, gently yet resolutely taking her small hand and softly pulling her up

, letting her lean against me. In a strangely certain voice, I replied, "Brother also wants this moment to

last forever, hoping you grow up quickly, so that brother can hold your hand and grow old with you!"

"Brother...you're so good!" Qing Si seemed to understand my words, yet

she naturally found a reassuring strength in my tone and expression. She gently turned her head, snuggling closer to me, finding

a better angle to lean on more comfortably.

As soon as I spoke, I made a silent decision: since I couldn't let go, I should bravely accept it.

Understanding this, I immediately opened my heart, fully enjoying the precious happiness before me.

Looking at Qing Si's slightly disheveled hair in my arms, my heart overflowed with love and tenderness, and I reached out my hand... He gently combed her hair,

yet couldn't help but be captivated by its silky smoothness

,

his caresses and teasing only making it more disheveled. A tangled mess, impossible to untangle. Her hair was like this, and so were his feelings.

With great reluctance, he finally fixed her hair, then fastened the few buttons that had been accidentally undone

. His fingers inadvertently brushed against her round, shallow navel, and he couldn't resist giving it a light tap,

teasingly saying, "A shallow dimple, a jade-like navel brimming with spring, my little Qing Si is really growing up quickly! She'll definitely be a

captivating !"

Hearing this, Qing Si finally reverted to her innocent and mischievous nature. First, she tucked in her smooth belly

, then pulled her pajamas tighter, and pouted at me, "Hmph, brother's a bookworm! Qing Si is

n't a little devil, she's an angel, a super cute and incomparably beautiful angel!" After saying that

, seeing me staring at her dumbfounded, looking at her with a questioning expression, she didn't seem

embarrassed at all. Instead, she pouted at me, drew circles on her face with her little finger, gave me a defiant

smile , and even let out a soft snort.

Under her "coercion," I quickly raised my hands in surrender. Upon seeing this, Qing Si immediately went from being angry to

happy, her little mouth emitting a silvery laugh that echoed in the room. In her excitement, she even jumped off the bed,

tiptoed , and twirled around, dancing gracefully.

Looking at her innocent, charming, and adorable little girl appearance, I was instantly captivated.

Outside, the wind rustled the gauze window, the spring night was slightly chilly, and the moon was already high in the sky; while inside the room, Qing Si danced gracefully, smiling sweetly,

her youthful beauty blooming like a flower, her fragrance filling my heart. 　　The days flew by amidst Qing Si's playful laughter. In the blink of an eye, I've been studying in this unfamiliar city for almost

a year. Aside from returning home for the Spring Festival to reunite with my parents, I've spent most of my time at Uncle Lan's house. Even for the Spring Festival, I only returned on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year to be with Qing Si, mainly to pay my respects to Uncle Lan and Aunt Lan. 　　Uncle Lan is a longtime friend of my father's. This time, due to the long distance, they haven't had time to get together.

Besides phone calls, I was the one to act as their messenger, sending greetings from afar. So,

despite our father-son bond and my mother's reluctant gaze, Dad insisted on kicking me out of the house early, saying I needed

to go back to school to prepare for my studies. Actually, I think he was more likely bewitched by Qing Si's sweet talk.

The city's winters are bitterly cold, but thankfully, the winter days after the Spring Festival are very short, and

spring . Children are exceptionally energetic in spring. Sure enough, on a weekend morning, little Qing Si dragged

me, who was clearly sleep-deprived, and insisted on going for a walk in the park on the outskirts of the city.

As I left, my eyes were still blurry, but I didn't forget to greet Uncle Lan and Aunt Lan, who were already up, with a "

Good morning !" Perhaps because I was still a bit groggy, I felt that Uncle Lan and Aunt Lan's gazes seemed a little

strange, or rather, ambiguous... Before I could think any further, Qing Si had already dragged me out the door.

The air in the suburbs was so much fresher than in the city center. I greedily breathed in the slightly cool air, carrying the fragrance of

a hundred flowers , and felt a sense of refreshment and contentment. I no longer cared about Qing Si's

heinous crime of disturbing my sweet dreams so early in the morning.

"Brother... Brother?" Lost in thought, Qingsi's coquettish voice came through the window. "What are you thinking about? You're ignoring

me Someone asked you if the bees in the park sting!"

I looked up at her, amused. This little sprite, dressed in a pink dress, stood gracefully among the flowers, her rosy

face showing a hint of reproach. She played with a strand of hair that fell across her chest, looking

utterly charming. Her eyes sparkled as she gazed at the bees and butterflies gathering nectar, her expression a mixture of love and fear.

I was instantly filled with tenderness and immediately abandoned my teasing thoughts, speaking softly without thinking:

"Qingsi, I just made these beautiful bees and butterflies promise they wouldn't bother my innocent and adorable little darling

!"

Hearing this, Qingsi was overjoyed. Her face lit up, a smile returned, and her starry eyes sparkled, completely dispelling her

earlier anger and fear. She ran and danced among the flowers, chasing after the bees and butterflies

, frolicking in the warm spring sunshine.

I smiled as I gazed at the radiant Qingsi. As she ran and chased, the breeze lifted her hair, making it flutter lightly with her

dress , like a playful elf who had wandered into the human world.

Sensing my burning gaze, Qingsi returned a bright smile, then suddenly turned and

ran , gently nestling her delicate body into my warm embrace. She tilted her head, looking at me with a joyful whisper, "

Brother, you lied! Bees and butterflies don't usually harass Qingsi, but your words made Qingsi..." "I'm so happy

!"

I looked down at Qing Si nestled in my arms, her starry eyes filled with a blissful smile. The spring

sun shone brightly, its rays filtering through her cloud-like hair, illuminating her rosy face. A half-smile played on her lips, a sweet,

innocent charm lingering as she gazed at me, lost in thought.

Such embraces and snuggles were commonplace between Qing Si and me. Aside from that unexpected night before the New Year

, I hadn't harbored any ill intentions, though my love for her had deepened with each passing day. That night,

when I recalled it, felt like a lingering, beautiful dream from a spring night.

The beauty before me possessed a face like jade, her smile as radiant as spring flowers. For a moment, I was captivated. After a long pause,

I murmured , "Qing Si, Qing Si, can you grow up quickly, so that I can

etch the mark of love and romance into your pure and innocent heart?" Qingsi

blinked her starry eyes, a little puzzled, but surprisingly didn't ask a question. Instead, she leaned her head against my

shoulder, her long, black hair fluttering gently in the breeze, brushing against my cheek, its fragrance smooth and ticklish,

filling my nostrils with the unique scent of a young girl.

My heart fluttered, and I pointed to the swing covered in vines not far away, smiling, "Qingsi, let's play on the swing

! You sit on it, and I'll push you. Remember to hold on tight!"

Qingsi's playful and carefree nature immediately took over. She quickly dismissed

the question , excitedly grabbed my hand, and ran to the swing. She eagerly jumped onto the swing, one hand gripping

one side and swinging, the other gripping my shoulder tightly, tilting her head back and gazing at me with a mixture of

surprise .

"Brother... Qingsi loves the feeling of swinging freely in the air, but she can't bear to let go of your

hand, clinging to your warm and strong chest... Brother, will you feel the same way about Qingsi?"

I looked back at Qingsi's eyes, which were beginning to redden and become moist

, her bright pupils glistening with tears. A feeling of pity welled up

within me A wave of emotion washed over me. The innocent and naive Qingsi, so innocent and unaware of the ways of the world, had such a deep attachment to me!

I gently but firmly held Qingsi's small hand, and with my other hand, I stroked her cheek, wiping

away the tears that had welled up in her eyes with my warm palm. I softly promised, "Of course, brother can't bear to part with my precious Qingsi.

No matter how high or far Qingsi wants to fly, brother will hold the string tightly and not let it slip from my grasp!"

"Brother, do you know?" Actually, today is my daddy and mommy's thirteenth wedding anniversary,

so don't blame me for waking you up so early, brother. I have to help them

choose gifts later.

As I gazed intently at Qingsi, panting on the swing, her

adorable expression a mixture of excitement and lingering fear from the high and far swings she'd just experienced, a wave of tenderness washed over me, and this cute little sprite couldn't help but blurt out

those words.

Ah, so that explains it. No wonder I sensed something was off with Uncle Lan and Aunt Lan this morning. Those

ambiguous glances I'd caught were actually a sign of their marital intimacy, which had startled me

, making me feel guilty. Now I understand.

But I never expected the usually quirky and troublesome Qingsi to have such a delicate mind

. I increasingly felt that Qingsi was like a bottomless treasure trove, with

countless precious and rare gems waiting to be discovered and discovered.

Thinking of this, I gazed at the little sprite, mesmerized, watching her carefree

sway gently on the swing, her radiant smile blooming like a flower, her affectionate eyes looking back at me. Her bright smile seemed to bloom only for me, and waves of tender 　　　　　　　　　　　affection

washed over me, leaving me utterly captivated.

It took a lot of coaxing and persuasion to finally get Xiao Qingsi to sleep. Exhausted, I collapsed onto my own

bed , feeling a pang of sympathy for Uncle Lan and Aunt Lan. Only those who have experienced it firsthand can understand

how difficult it is to get Xiao Qingsi to sleep!

I sighed, thinking about Uncle Lan and Aunt Lan. After receiving our gifts and congratulations and

having , they declared they were going to relive the warmth of their past relationship at the place where they first met, leaving Qingsi and me

behind to enjoy their romance.

While secretly envying their loving relationship, I couldn't help but wonder how Uncle Lan, with his mild-mannered personality, and

Aunt Lan, with her icy demeanor, managed those restricted nights. Could it be that they

've been using the same old "ox-pushing-the-cart" method for over a decade? I speculated maliciously, a strange

smile . But then, thinking back to Qingsi and me, I couldn't help but feel troubled.

Looking at the clock on the bedside table, I realized it was already 1 a.m. Uncle Lan

and Aunt Lan should be home by now. Although Qing Si and I lived upstairs and hadn't heard anything downstairs,

they would obviously be very quiet and wouldn't let us know they were coming back.

I got out of bed and went to the bathroom door to the left of my room. I then remembered that the upstairs bathroom was

under renovation and temporarily unavailable. Shaking my head and chuckling, I turned and started down the stairs.

Passing Uncle Lan and Aunt Lan's bedroom, I noticed a bunch of keys in the keyhole.

They were indeed back. I chuckled to myself; they were so romantic that they

'd forgotten back.

I walked over, about to knock and say goodnight, when a strange

sound reached my ears. It was different from the sound Qing Si had made earlier. Based on my limited

experience watching Japanese AVs, I could almost immediately tell it was the sound of passionate moans between a man and a woman.

I hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't resist my curiosity. I grasped the doorknob, gently turned it,

and pushed it open slightly. The room was normally well soundproofed, but they hadn't closed the door properly and forgot

to remove the key, which was why the sounds had tempted me.

I thought to myself, "This must be fate. No wonder I dared to peep."

I leaned closer, squinting into the slightly ajar doorway. The breathing and moaning intensified.

Good heavens , what a sensual scene! I found myself unable to look away, not even for a moment.

Inside the bedroom, the atmosphere was thick with passion. A couple, lost in their own ecstasy, were deeply engrossed in their lovemaking, lost in the heat of their battle.

The first thing that catches the eye is the clothes scattered haphazardly on the carpet in the room. The owner of these clothes is passionately entwined on

the bed, her back to the door, her long, slender, snow-white legs bent, straddling him. Although

her face is not visible, the half-naked woman exudes a captivating charm. It is clearly

Aunt Lan, who is usually aloof and pure. Tonight, she is so alluring and seductive, breathtakingly beautiful!

She wears a fiery red silk mini-dress, the straps of which have slipped down to her arms, revealing her proud and full breasts.

With a slight twist of her body, the red dress subtly reveals her stunningly white and lustrous skin. Her long, black hair is draped over her shoulders. The zipper at the back of

the red dress is open, revealing her snow-white skin, which shimmers with a jade-like luster amidst the red and black. The hem of her dress

is lifted high, exposing her long, slender legs, which are straddling Uncle Lan's waist, moving wildly.

Viewed from the side, Aunt Lan's once pristine, snow-white face now shone with a radiant glow, her smile blooming like spring flowers—

so alluring and seductive, an irresistible temptation! Her parted red lips, the seductive moans and soft breaths, coupled with

the swaying of her body, the undulating waves of her breasts and hips, all exuded a captivating charm that even a saint could not resist.

Uncle Lan half-reclined against the headboard, his hands bracing against the soft blankets, his hips moving rhythmically,

the elasticity of the Simmons mattress providing support as he moved in sync with Aunt Lan's movements. His usually meticulously styled

thick black hair cascaded down, and his eyes, now free of his glasses, were filled with a burning passion, revealing

a wildness and fervor completely different from his usual gentle demeanor.

Such wild and intoxicating passion, coupled with such harmonious love, easily ignited my

desire My entire being was engulfed in a boundless sea of lust, which rapidly spread to every tiny

nerve and blood vessel in my body. My lower body instantly became engorged and erect, even experiencing unbearable swelling and pain. This immediate aphrodisiac effect

was something I had never seen in any film, image, or text.

I took a deep breath, barely managing to suppress the sudden, intense urge to rush into the room. I

didn't have time to think about why I had this inexplicable impulse. Perhaps it was because I was surprised

by the unexpected side that Uncle Lan and Aunt Lan showed, especially Aunt Lan. Although I had seen her tender side after she removed her cold mask

, I could never have imagined that she could be so beautiful and alluring!

Just as I managed to regain my composure, I heard rapid breathing right next to my ear.

I almost

imprinted on my mind, taking advantage of my dazed state. But the soft, warm touch in my arms told me it wasn't

a hallucination , but the sound of the soft, fragrant body nestled in my arms.

I blinked, surprised yet not entirely unexpected, to find Qing Si, who

should soundly asleep, her face flushed, her red lips slightly parted as she nestled in my arms. Just as I was burning with passion and

my desire was surging

, Qing Si let out a soft moan, slightly waking me from my reverie. I realized that my still-erect

penis had broken free of the constraints of her nightgown, springing out from the pre-existing opening and pressing directly against Qing Si

's exposed navel, which I had revealed by pulling up her nightgown. Her small, tight, sensitive dimple was easily teased, and she instantly went

limp and groaned.

I held Qing Si tightly in my arms, her body brimming with passion. I glanced longingly into the room;

the two were lost in their passion, completely unaware of what was happening outside. With a heavy heart, I gently closed the door,

then picked up Qing Si, who had clearly also witnessed her parents' passionate lovemaking, and headed upstairs to my room

.

As soon as I entered, I kicked the door shut. Driven by surging desire, I recklessly

assaulted the beauty in my arms, feeling her soft, fragrant body melt in my embrace.

My barely suppressed lust was completely ignited.

In a daze of lust, my hands, while invading the territory of Qing Si's delicate body, ruthlessly tore off all the clothes that concealed this

fragrant and abundant fruit, discarding them to the corner of the bed or the floor.

When the young beauty awoke with a startled cry, Qing Si, whom I had half-embraced and half-pressed onto the bed, was completely naked, her exquisitely beautiful body lying sprawled

between the blankets.

"To be continued"

One Thousand and One Nights, Twelve Nights. Qing Si 3

Author: Nong Yue

I stared dumbfounded at Qing Si's exquisitely beautiful yet slightly immature naked body before me, almost unable to breathe. Her

truly pure white and smooth skin, like that of a baby, radiated a holy, angelic radiance under the dim and soft light

. Like a piece of crystal-clear pure crystal, snow-white and flawless, without a trace of impurity. Only two rosy nipples stood proudly on her

slightly raised breasts.

As her increasingly rapid breathing shimmered uneasily before my eyes,

two marks of longing materialized, instantly etched into my heart, never to be forgotten for a moment in this lifetime.

My gaze uncontrollably drifted downwards: two slender, white thighs, though kept tightly

pressed together , inadvertently revealed the private garden of a young girl's virginity amidst the tense trembling of her body.

Still the same pure white. Only at the center of this garden, where the jade legs met, a winding

pink fleshy mark appeared, the two flower lips tightly pressed together, like a piece of rare, exquisite jade, tied with a light red thread, occasionally adorned with

a few tufts of fine, invisible down, swaying gently, embellishing the pure

garden with vibrant life.

Such a beautiful scene was so close, yet I hesitated to reach out and touch it, afraid that the slightest touch would suddenly

awaken me: this was a magnificent, bizarre spring dream!

I felt my mouth dry, but when I opened my mouth, no sound could be uttered. Instead of advancing, I slumped down on the edge of the bed,

my mind reeling, my thoughts blank, only able to desperately open my eyes, unable to look away even for a moment.

"Brother—brother—! Hold me tight, it's a bit chilly…"

A . Her hands, crossed, hung limply between her hips and abdomen. She slowly and decisively knelt,

stumbling towards me, her small, cherry-like lips murmuring sweet, shy words.

For some reason, my previously surging desire suddenly cooled. Now,

all was 　　tender affection for Qing Si, and a pang of guilt for having harbored such impure intentions towards her

. Qing Si trusted and clung to me so completely, and Uncle Lan and Aunt Lan cared for me like parents. Yet, I had taken advantage of their trust and affection, wanting to do something so unacceptable to a pure girl not yet thirteen . Did I truly have no other choice? 　　Although I thought I had already thought it through, no matter how difficult the process, I would choose to be , and I was willing to do anything to achieve this goal. But now that the moment had come, I couldn't help but hesitate. Did Qingsi and I really have no other choice? 　　"Brother, what's wrong? Qingsi wants you to hug her!" Qingsi's voice rang in my ears, accompanied by a gentle warmth and the unique fragrance of a young girl. 　　I raised my head blankly, turning my body slightly to the left, trying to slide away Qingsi's small hand that had somehow landed on my shoulder, but I met Qingsi's bright, starry eyes. Those pure eyes, which were originally untouched by worldly affairs and sorrows, now showed a few inexplicable confusions and a hint of helplessness. 　　Instantly, my heart was stabbed, and a pain that went deep into my bones enveloped me tightly. I was no longer able to push Qingsi away, but instead pulled her into my arms, holding her tightly, never wanting to, and unable to, let go . 　　Her soft, boneless, naked body trembled gently in my arms, emitting soft moans, like a pitiful kitten abandoned by its owner in a street corner, indescribably endearing. 　　I sighed softly, knowing I had trapped myself, and that I would probably never be able to let go of the little sprite . But this young, still-growing girl, as delicate as a flower bud about to bloom in the wind, could I really bear to let the storms of desire prematurely wither and destroy her? 　　Just thinking of the word 'destroy' stirred a wicked desire within me, a desire that felt foreign , and it quickly spread throughout my body, especially the rampant desire in my lower body, which rekindled uncontrollably, growing ever stronger. 　　Once such lewd thoughts took root, the slightly swaying body of the girl in my arms exuded an irresistible allure. Her round and pert buttocks, separated only by a thin pair of pajama pants, rubbed against my gradually hardening and burning penis. Dark and wicked desires gradually took over and enveloped my entire mind. In no time, I completely surrendered and succumbed. 　　I lowered my head slightly, gazing at the girl's fair and rosy cheeks, her beautiful and slender neck, her fair and delicate shoulders, and her soft, tender, and perky breasts, which were developing in her youth, adorned with two strikingly alluring crimson nipples... My last trace of guilt, remorse, and hesitation were completely cast aside. 　　I brought my cheek close to Qing Si's smooth, moist face, inhaling the rich fragrance of her hair and skin. I slightly opened my mouth and gently nibbled at her slightly red, translucent earlobe with my teeth, while simultaneously probing my tongue into her clean, delicate earlobe, licking and teasing it wantonly. 　　"Giggle—! Brother, no, it tickles so much!" Qing Si giggled softly, her arms reaching behind me to tightly embrace my waist, pressing her tender breasts against my chest, leaving no gap , as if she wanted to melt her entire body into mine. 　　My rapid heartbeat was clearly audible; I couldn't tell if it came from the left or right, or if Qing Si and I were both caught in a simultaneous, intense surge of emotion. I couldn't help but softly call out, "Qing-Si! Oh, Qing-Si!" 　　Hearing my soft call, Qing-Si turned slightly, her bright, starry eyes looking at me. Her gaze was no longer lost and confused, but instead filled with intoxicating joy and a touch of curious longing. She nodded slightly, her small mouth close to my ear, her breath as sweet as orchids, tickling my earlobe. 　　I let out a satisfied sigh, tightly embracing Qing-Si's slender waist as I lay back on the bed, following her lead...

His smooth, delicate back skin slid up to her pink neck, and as he gently stroked her glossy black hair, his large mouth met her

cherry lips, which followed his hand, and they kissed passionately and unrestrainedly.

Her lips, long deprived of the touch of passion, were suddenly possessed and wantonly plundered. Even though it was her most admired

and revered brother, Qing Si couldn't help but feel an indescribable surprise and shyness. Her small mouth opened and closed,

unable to make any active response.

An unbearable tingling sensation lingered between her lips and teeth. Her brows furrowed slightly, and then a sweet feeling

surged into her heart. Qing Si, at a loss, could only moan softly. Her hands unconsciously crossed and

entangled behind my back, repeatedly caressing me.

Taking advantage of her 'ooh' moans, I broke through her defenses with my tongue, prying open her two

tightly clenched teeth, and directly sucked on the pink lip that had been hidden deep inside her small mouth, greedily and gently sucking,

licking entwining it.

Involuntarily, Qing Si parted her cherry lips, her pearly teeth slightly parted, and her fragrant, delicate tongue unconsciously

curled and moved lightly along my tongue, responding with a slightly awkward yet satisfying gesture.

The kiss was tender, sweet, and lingering. I knew this was Qing Si's long-awaited kiss, and I tried to make it

last longer and be more perfect. As our lips and tongues intertwined, my hands roamed over Qing Si's smooth, bare back and pert buttocks,

occasionally touching the dimples and the garden between her buttocks, but only lightly.

Qing Si's relatively tender body was so delicate and sensitive, not to mention the forbidden

garden symbolizing a girl's chastity and the even more private dimples of her anus. Even a slight brush or touch was enough to make her, whose

heart was just beginning to awaken to love, feel confused and ignite her first desires.

Hearing Qingsi's increasingly rapid breathing and intermittent, short moans, feeling

the two firm protrusions of her breasts pressed against my skin, and noticing her skin gradually burning red, I knew that Qingsi was no longer

the naive girl who knew nothing of the world's pleasures. Driven by my desire, this delicate bud had finally

blossomed !

I gently released Qingsi, letting her sit upright on my waist. As she gasped for breath

, I quickly pulled off my cumbersome nightgown, then sat up and pulled

the still Qingsi back into my arms.

"To be continued..."

Qingsi's starry eyes were half-open, her naked body burning hot. The surging desire overwhelmed this angel who had just experienced the pleasures of

the world , leaving her only able to moan unconsciously, her whole body soft and weak against my chest.

I gazed greedily at the luscious young girl with her dark hair, my eyes wandering,

especially lingering on the few private areas she instinctively concealed, occasionally letting out

a soft "tsk tsk" of admiration.

As if sensing my burning gaze, the girl, who had been keeping her head down, suddenly looked up, her starry eyes snapping open.

She glanced at me quickly, then closed them again before I could catch a glimpse. At the same time, she quietly reached out and tightly embraced my waist,

her smooth forehead pressed against my broad chest. After a few caresses, she whispered sweetly, "Brother...brother!"

Her voice was soft and tender, with a touch of childlike innocence. Hearing it, I felt a rush

of heat , and I wrapped my arms tightly around her. I felt the soft, firm

, and elastic buds of her developing breasts against my chest, and I was instantly captivated. My hands involuntarily caressed

and kneaded .

'Qing Si…' I murmured tremulously in Qing Si's ear. One hand tightly embraced her waist and back, while the other

slid down to her small, plump buttocks. The two firm, rounded peaks of her buttocks alternately slid between my fingers, the warm, smooth, jade-like

touch lingering in my heart. With a slight pressure, my fingers, which had sunk into the skin of her buttocks, were immediately pushed outwards, fully

demonstrating the excellent elasticity of her virgin skin.

As I gently caressed her with loving caresses, the smooth, jade-like skin of her buttocks blushed with a faint pink,

making her appear even more delicate, alluring, and fragrant. Qing Si's posture, with her head bowed and buried deep in my arms, further accentuated the perfect curves of her round

, full .

Enjoying the intoxicating feeling, my fingers did not retreat but instead advanced, sliding down to the bottom of her valley.

Under the pressure of the two firm, fragrant peaks of her buttocks, my fingertips touched the pink and shallow dimple of her anus.

"Mmm..." Qing Si's small mouth was pressed tightly against my chest, breathing in the strong masculine scent emanating from my body.

Overwhelmed by emotion, she could only utter a few indistinct moans.

But her anus, hidden deep between her buttocks, a flower bud never before touched, was so delicate and sensitive. Even

with just a gentle touch from my fingertips, it instinctively twitched, twisting its upturned buttocks in panic, desperately trying to

escape this shameful intrusion.

Originally intending only to take a brief taste, Qing Si's evasive movements and the writhing of the tightly packed folds of her anus

sent a strange tingling, itchy sensation through my fingertips, causing me to let out a soft moan, my mind intoxicated.

Reluctant to give up, I naturally refused to retreat. My fingers gently rotated and wriggled, slowly penetrating deeper

, squeezing little by little into the tight, narrow anus, attempting to seize the nectar deep within that budding flower.

'Mmm…' Qing Si nestled her head against my chest, her side pressed against my burning chest,

letting out a few soft moans and gasps. Her body trembled involuntarily, her legs straightening.

After my patient probing, Qing Si's narrow anus gradually adapted to the intrusion of my fingers, no longer as tight as

before . However, the walls of her passage still automatically squeezed and sucked at the half-finger that had penetrated. In

a state of blissful ecstasy, I applied a little force, inserting my entire finger deep into her anus.

Although she had initially adapted and her anus could accommodate the thickness of my finger, the sudden

feeling of being completely filled, a complex mix of swelling, itching, and a slight pain, all rushed through her. A surge of emotion welled up within me, and Qing Si involuntarily let out

a long groan, her expression dazed, her calves convulsing.

A moment later, Qing Si's body began to writhe violently, but I held her tightly in

my arms, unable to move. Finally, she could only helplessly shrug her shoulders a few times, letting out a plaintive

moan from her cherry lips. Ironically, the movement of her body caused my fingers to penetrate even deeper into her hidden anus.

I, however, experienced a different sensation. The long, tight passage of her anus clung to and surrounded my fingers, the soft,

slightly dry folds of the walls instantly writhing and squeezing. The sensation was so sensitive and clear; I could even

feel the contractions of every single fold inside.

Involuntarily, my fingers moved in and out naturally with the undulating folds of the vaginal walls. The rough

skin gently caressed the walls of her anus, and I heard a few soft moans of pleasure in my ear.

Gradually, my fingers quickened their pace, and I felt the passage becoming slippery.

Surprised , I looked down and saw that the virgin's private garden not far from the jade vortex

was gradually parting its tiny, thread-like pink cleft, revealing its alluring beauty.

The two tightly closed labia had quietly opened, and glistening

dewdrops , occasionally flowing down the cleft and into the dry passage with the movement of my fingers, moistening the desolate

anus.

I couldn't help but lean down, my other hand sliding down from Qing Si's waist to her buttocks, parting them

slightly In the soft light, her flawless virgin territory shimmered with a delicate, moist glow.

Not content with merely admiring the enchanting scenery of the blooming garden from afar, I sighed, my fingers

trembling I gently touched the tender pink bud breathing at the center of the delicate flower, feeling the glistening

dew like pearls.

"Mmm..." Qing Si let out a muffled moan, her small, round buttocks bouncing reflexively

, the petals trembling intermittently, secreting even more nectar.

The fragrance wafted over, and I couldn't help but lower my head, bringing my face close to her soft, fragrant buttocks, my nose touching the pink, slightly

raised mound of her pubic hair. My lips, parched from thirst, gently touched the warm, fragrant stamen, and the virgin's

sweet scent instantly filled my mouth and nose, intoxicating me.

The sparse, soft downy hairs on my smooth genitals tickled the tip of my nose, making me itch unbearably. I stuck out my tongue and gently

licked and smoothed the playful hairs, then kissed my way up, my tongue gliding over the slightly parted pink labia,

licking the sensitive, smooth skin at the end of the Jade Stream.

'Ah... um...' A soft, melodious moan continued, filling my ears and further

stimulating my desire. My lips moved to kiss the already blooming petals, while my fingers

quickened their teasing and probing of my anus.

Fragrant nectar overflowed from the depths of the garden, its sweet and mellow taste like jade nectar. I greedily and

thirstily sucked and swallowed it, savoring every drop of the endless spring.

Suddenly, Qing Si's slender, beautiful legs straightened forcefully, her pink, pert buttocks twitched intermittently,

and a long, mournful moan escaped her lips. A cool, thick liquid seeped from her flower garden, its exotic fragrance filling my nostrils.

Without thinking, I took it all in.

Before I could savor the sweetness of the nectar, I straightened my body, placed my hands on Qing Si's shoulders, and withdrew my fingers that had been ravaging her

exquisite rear. I looked down at the beauty in my arms;

glistening tears clung to her rosy cheeks, her starry eyes half-open, displaying a dazed expression. Based on my knowledge from erotic novels

, I deduced that she had just experienced a brief climax.

With a touch of tenderness, I licked away the tears from Qing Si's face, then finally found her still-muddled

red lips and kissed her passionately. While enjoying this blissful moment, I also, according to my limited knowledge from books,

performed artificial respiration on my beloved.

After a while, Qingsi awoke from her daze. She made two soft "mmm" sounds, and seeing that I still lingered on

the sweetness of her lips, her small hands stopped struggling to escape my embrace. Instead, she tightened her grip on my waist,

her delicate pink lips reaching out to passionately respond to my lingering kisses. After a

long while, our lips parted, and I released the panting beauty. My mouth moved to her side,

kissing down her beautiful, velvety neck. I inadvertently discovered that Qingsi's rounded earlobes were extremely sensitive;

each time my tongue gently licked them, her body trembled slightly.

Accompanied by Qingsi's melodious moans, I deliberately lingered on her rosy ears,

exploring the helix, the earlobe, and even the glistening ear canal. My tongue curled slightly, probing inside the ear canal, gently licking and

teasing, occasionally exhaling hot breath.

Her hair, tingling with an unbearable itch, sometimes groaned in pain, sometimes giggled sweetly. Her naked body

writhed in my arms, the private garden between her jade-like thighs constantly rubbing against my erect male desire, drops of

nectar sprinkling onto my burning penis.

The coolness of the nectar did not extinguish my intense desire in the slightest; instead, it fueled my

lust, making my erect penis spring up, pressing straight against the longing flower garden, eager to find

the door and knock inside.

I could no longer restrain myself. I let out a low growl, leaned forward, and laid her face up on the soft

bed. I knelt between her legs, reached out and grasped her smooth calves and ankles, slowly

spreading them apart, and looked down at her.

The mysterious garden of her lower body, a symbol of virginity, was completely exposed before my eyes: beneath her smooth, flat abdomen, a few glistening dewdrops adorned the

sparse light-colored silk. The two petals of the garden were slightly parted, faintly

revealing the tender pink flesh within. With Qing Si's rapid breathing, those two soft lips seemed to be sucking

, and clear, slightly white nectar constantly overflowed from the depths of the garden, nourishing the pink petals, alluring

and glistening with a decadent sheen, exceptionally tempting.

Having done enough foreplay, I estimated that the depths of Qing Si's flower path were already soaked with moisture, and my erect penis

had begun to tremble involuntarily, clearly already burning with desire and desperately needing release. I was

genuinely worried that, like in many erotic novels, I would ejaculate before even getting started, which would be truly embarrassing.

I leaned down slightly, carefully freeing my right hand to guide my aimlessly thrusting

penis against the center of her slightly parted labia. I rubbed it a few times around the edges,

coating my large, erect penis with enough slippery nectar.

Her soft labia slowly enveloped and squeezed my partially inserted penis, an extremely pleasurable and intoxicating feeling instantly

sweeping over me and quickly filling every nerve in my body. A shiver ran down my spine, my penis throbbed a few

times, and I almost ejaculated on the spot.

Qingsi's seductive, deep moans and gasps came again. I gritted my teeth, my hands

sliding , climbing up to her firm, round breasts, gently kneading and caressing them. My lips brushed against her flushed ear, and

I whispered, "Qingsi, my little darling! Brother's going in, okay?"

"Mmm—humph!" Qing Si's eyes were tightly closed, her lips pressed together, only a muffled

sound coming from her small nose. Her legs, which had been tightly wrapped around my waist, unconsciously parted slightly, bending limply and falling onto the bed.

I quickened my caresses, hoping that Qing Si's body and nerves would be completely immersed

in intense desire, thus relaxing more thoroughly; I thrust my hips slightly, pushing my lower body forward and inward, parting her soft, wet

labia, and in an instant, the tip of my penis touched the sticky membrane symbolizing her virginity.

I hesitated slightly, but then I realized I had no other choice. Although Qing Si was

much younger difference wasn't huge; besides, since I had made up my mind, this was bound to happen sooner or later. More importantly,

my erect penis was already throbbing with pain, and at this moment, I truly couldn't stop.

A short pain is better than a long one. I hardened my heart, slightly twitching my hips, tentatively thrusting a few times to get

more nectar. Then I took a deep breath, exerted a little force, and pressed my hips down, my hot, hard penis breaking

through the thin membrane blocking my way, penetrating deep into the depths of her virgin garden.

"Ah—brother…brother—ooh—it hurts…it hurts…it hurts—ah!" Her petite

body sprang up, her starry eyes wide open, tears streaming down her face, her mouth agape, letting out a mournful scream.

Her small hands, which had been limply hanging by her sides, pushed against my chest pressed against her body, her legs kicking wildly, struggling

desperately to break free from my hold. The flesh deep within her flower garden throbbed rapidly, writhing and pushing

, trying to expel my invading penis from her forbidden territory.

I gently pulled Qing Si into my arms, tenderly kissing away

the tears welling in her eyes, licking away the tear stains on her pale cheeks, and softly murmured

, "Qing Si, my little darling, it's alright, just bear with it, it'll pass soon! I feel sorry for you!"

As I spoke, my hand lightly caressed my beloved's smooth, bare back and shapely buttocks, my manhood, deeply embedded in her flower path, dared

not move, only wanting to express my tenderness with my words. Tender kisses and loving caresses distracted her from her pain,

soothing her nerves that were aggravated by extreme tension.

With my combined verbal and physical efforts, I used every trick in the book to comfort and caress her. Finally, Qing Si stopped struggling.

After the brief pain subsided, burning desire once again took over her mind, and her cheeks regained their rosy hue. At this moment, my burning

manhood felt the parched flower gradually becoming moist and slippery again. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief; the most

difficult time had finally passed smoothly.

**********

...

"It's my fault,

brother—"

A warm little hand gently covered my lips. Qing Si seemed a little embarrassed, shyly interrupting my

self-reproachful words, and replied, "Brother, Qing Si didn't blame you. I just... just... just wanted to say...

it doesn't seem to hurt as much now!"

As she whispered, Qing Si tilted her head back again, reached out and hugged my neck, pulling my head down. Her little mouth actively sought

my lips, and in the midst of a passionate kiss, her smooth cheeks kept rubbing against the side of my neck.

Soft strands of hair brushed against my cheeks, and I, feeling unbearably itchy, turned to actively sucking on her pink lips.

My fingers twirled through her fluffy hair, caressing her slender and beautiful neck, and breathed hot, burning

desire into her flushed earlobes.

As our lips and tongues intertwined, Qing Si let out a kitten-like moan in my ear, her little legs kicking gently. With a slight twist of her naked body

, an intensely pleasurable sensation spread rapidly from the point where my penis had penetrated her flower path

.

The tip of my penis, pressed against the center of her flower bud, felt like it was being gently sucked by a newborn baby; while the entire shaft

was simultaneously squeezed and rubbed by the countless folds of the flower path's inner walls, as if these living folds were spontaneously writhing

, completely enveloping and entwining my penis.

An unprecedented wave of pleasure swept over my entire being. Before, when my penis had entered her narrow, private

flower path , most of my mind was preoccupied with worrying about her reaction and feelings, so apart from extreme

tightness and a little pain, I hadn't experienced any other extraordinary sensations. Of course, the psychological

joy of breaking taboos and seizing her virginity had already surpassed all other sensations.

Now, smelling this beloved little... Her soft, almost urging voice answered me, and with my considerable theoretical experience, I

paid no heed. The beautiful woman before me had been ignited with a passion powerful enough to make her forget everything.

After the brief pain of deflowering, desire had once again taken over her body and soul. Thinking of this, my heart pounded.

No longer needing to suppress the raging flames of desire within me, my erect penis

began to thrust . The tight folds of her vulva intimately rubbed against my engorged member,

and waves of indescribable pleasure washed over me with each movement. I felt an almost overwhelming

ecstasy , as if I had entered a legendary paradise.

With each deeper penetration, her labia were forced open,

revealing the blossoming core deep within her garden, its soft, warm petals... The petals of her vulva tightly enveloped the tip of my penis, spasmodically contracting and squeezing its

most sensitive spot, causing the pleasure to escalate and evolve, making me lose all sense of time.

Strangely, despite the intense pleasure, the friction making my penis swell and heat up, erect and firm,

I felt no urge to ejaculate. Perhaps the deep-seated desire to

prolong overwhelmed everything else. I braced myself on the bed, forcefully spreading Qing Si's legs and placing them on

my shoulders, thrusting my hips forward, launching a tidal wave of attack on her beautiful garden.

Qing Si's plaintive moans alternated, intermittent, faint; sometimes low and soft, sometimes

high-pitched. Intermingled with the continuous sounds of our bodies colliding, they created a

symphony .

"Ah... Brother... Brother... Ah..." A high-pitched, drawn-out

moan , mixed with indistinct cries, echoing in my ears. At the same time, a pair of small hands

gripped my broad back tightly, sinking deep into my muscles.

The pair of small legs that had been resting on my shoulders suddenly tightened, convulsing a few times before straightening and spreading apart,

finally collapsing limply onto the bed. Simultaneously, the flower garden tightly enveloping my erect penis contracted and writhed rapidly,

as if trying to squeeze out the primordial essence from my penis.

An indescribable pleasure enveloped me, and I felt my limit was about to be reached, so

I let out and increased the frequency of my thrusts. Suddenly, my penis felt a cool, thick nectar pour

over it, and it jumped rapidly twice in celebration, but unexpectedly, it did not erupt or ejaculate.

Confused, I swept my beloved,

still parted her legs, letting her straddle my lap. My still-erect penis, showing no signs of weakness, remained deeply immersed in

her writhing flower garden, sending waves of pleasure through me, utterly intoxicating.

I instinctively kissed her fragrant hair, but a worry lingered in my heart. According to the "Erotic

Handbook , a virgin's first

experience with the arts might not be able to withstand further stimulation in the short term. Besides, the hair before me was still like a budding flower, even more delicate.

Thinking this, I inwardly cursed my insatiable penis, only knowing how to crave

the beauty , completely disregarding the desire of its millions of supporters to rendezvous with the blooming buds within

. How utterly despicable and selfish!

"Oh..." The girl in my arms shifted her hips slightly, letting out another soft, delicate moan.

It seemed my manhood was protesting my complaints, its antics in the little beauty's flower garden causing her

to moan again.

However, through this unintentional act, I was pleasantly surprised to find that there wasn't much

pain . With further teasing and caressing, I could further ignite her desire, and after a short rest, it was entirely

possible for her to experience another blissful moment.

"To believe everything in books is worse than having no books at all." The ancients were indeed wise.

Action precedes intention; my hands had already spontaneously moved to caress the now-firm, snow-white breasts of the girl.

The wonderful feel of her breasts, so full and firm, was irresistible, and the way my palms caressed the two soft yet firm, rosy nipples was even more

captivating .

My lips weren't idle either, kissing the fragrant, perfectly styled hair, circling it and planting lingering, passionate kisses on her smooth

forehead and delicate cheeks, finally finding her moist, red lips,

where they intertwined intensely with her pink, lilac-like lips that responded willingly.

"Qingsi, my little darling, can brother move again? Will it hurt or cause any discomfort?"

After a long, lost in the moment, I took advantage of a break in the kiss, gently wiggling my hips twice, and tentatively asked softly.

"Mmm…hmm…" Qingsi returned my gaze with tenderness, her cheeks warm and rosy like roses, her bright eyes

like water , her cherry lips uttering a few indistinct monosyllables, but she nodded slightly.

"Yes, in that case, I'm coming…if you feel any pain or discomfort, be sure to tell

brother immediately!" My heart was filled with joy, not entirely for the release of my own desires, but simply for Qingsi's

shyly agreeing expression, which was enough to give me even greater satisfaction.

I desperately suppressed the urge to unleash my full power, and began to move gently and slowly, my eyes fixed on

Qing Si's tightly closed face, closely observing her expression. If I sensed any discomfort, I could

stop immediately.

Once I began, I felt that the inside of her flower-like opening, freshly nourished by her nectar and essence, was

much more . The previous tightness and difficulty allowed my penis some room to move, but

this didn't diminish the sensation. On the contrary, I could fully enjoy the expansion and contraction of the folds within her, the

intimate friction becoming even more intense.

The pleasure I had initially thought couldn't be any greater than before instantly overwhelmed me. At this moment, Qing Si in my arms

began to moan passionately again, responding to my thrusts, allowing me to completely relax and let

my penis roam freely within her enchanting flower-like opening. With each

thrust of her hips, Qing Si, straddling my lap, bounced up and down with my movements, her

breasts rubbing against my burning chest muscles, the two hard, pearl-like nipples bringing me an

insatiable pleasure.

The straddling position allowed my hard, thick penis to penetrate deeper and better, bringing even more pleasure to

Qing Si . Her flower-like core unfolded fully, the layered folds of her inner walls pressing against

my penis, completely enveloping and absorbing it.

After a moment, Qing Si's petite body began to tremble wildly, her panting breaths hitting my

chest , bringing a slight tingling sensation; her legs began to squeeze and then relax, repeating several times,

the folds of her inner walls unconsciously tightening and relaxing, squeezing and rubbing against my extremely swollen penis, forcing me

to reach my limit as well.

'Qing Si, oh, my most beloved little darling! I…I'm almost there!' " Qing Si...ah...Qing...

Si!" I thrust my hips and waist rapidly a few times, then tightly embraced Qing Si's pert buttocks from behind, swaying my waist and

trying my best to penetrate deeper, piercing her blooming flower core.

"Ah..." A cry rang out at the same time. After receiving the baptism of the gushing yin essence from her flower chamber, my penis

throbbed rapidly, spurting out a large amount of hot, thick semen into her virgin flower chamber.

The heat instantly dissipated, a wild and unrestrained release.

I held Qing Si's smooth, fragrant back tightly, and we lay down on our sides on the bed. We stayed like this for a long time

before full of love and satisfaction, tender and lingering, I couldn't help but

kiss her lips again with lingering affection, caressing and entwining them.

After a reluctant separation, I gently withdrew my limp penis, inadvertently

rubbing against the inner walls of her vagina. It throbbed again, showing a faint glimmer of renewed desire. I was startled,

staring intently at the nectar mixed with bright red blood clinging to it. A pang of heartache shot through me, and my burgeoning passion

vanished instantly.

My gaze, filled with tenderness and guilt, turned to my beloved's face, murmuring something hesitantly. But I inadvertently...

Meeting her searching gaze, our eyes met, and I was instantly captivated by her intoxicating tenderness, losing myself in the moment.

The moon hung high in the sky outside the window, a gentle evening breeze blowing. Tonight, for both me and Qing Si, will be an unforgettable night!

************

After our forbidden fruit, Qing Si seemed to have grown up considerably, becoming even more radiant and beautiful; our

interactions became even more intimate, especially Qing Si's, which bordered on oblivious to our surroundings. Fortunately, she always

liked to cling to me, and Uncle Lan and Aunt Lan trusted me implicitly, so they didn't pay much attention despite their surprise.

With reservations in my heart, I didn't taste the forbidden fruit with Qing Si again after that night. In truth, there weren't

many opportunities anyway. Uncle Lan and Aunt Lan would say goodnight to Qing Si every night, watching her fall asleep before

returning . A developing girl is extremely sleepy, so I naturally couldn't sneak into her little boudoir at night for pleasure, and thus

, all was well.

Qingsi was still young and knew little about matters of desire, so her needs were limited.

She was content as long as I held her and occasionally stole a kiss when no one was around; she never considered actively seeking intimacy.

Although I couldn't forget Qingsi's tender and delicious body, I

felt Moreover, my feelings for Qingsi were always more love than lust; I only wished to hold little

Qingsi forever, and for these days to continue endlessly.

But this idyllic time was short-lived. A sudden event shattered my dream and changed

the course .

One evening, after Uncle Lan and Aunt Lan said goodnight to Qingsi as usual, they came to my room.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, they told me news that caught me completely off guard, news that terrified me.

Because Aunt Lan's company is thriving, it's currently planning an overseas expansion, with Vancouver,

Canada . To be on the safe side, they naturally need to send capable personnel to handle this market development task, and

all the company's senior management unanimously favor Aunt Lan, who has consistently delivered excellent results.

Moreover, this plan is quite lengthy, initially estimated at three years. To allow Aunt Lan to focus on her work,

the company has decided to process her family's immigration to Canada in the company's name. This plan

is in the substantive processing stage, and soon Aunt Lan and her family, including Qing Si, will be immigrating to Canada.

My heart ached as if being cut by a knife; I felt a tightness in my chest. I listened blankly as Uncle Lan and Aunt Lan continued

to tell me that due to the short notice, they didn't have time to deal with their current apartment, and they also wanted to

have a place to stay in China for future travel and visits. They asked me to look after the apartment for them until they

settled in Canada.

Hearing this, I finally snapped out of my daze, inexplicably relieved, and a

faint hope, even one I considered slim, began to grow within me. Ultimately, there were still some things I hadn't taken with me, and there might still be a chance to reconnect in the future. But

at the same time, I desperately understood that Qing Si and I probably had no future.

I knew in my heart that once Qing Si immigrated to Canada with her parents, the chances of her returning to China were

slim. Moreover, time changes everything, and nothing can withstand the test of time. Qing Si

was in the sensitive and fickle years of her youth, and no one could guarantee that her pure heart would always hold only me as her sole focus!

But I also knew that I couldn't stop Qing Si from leaving with her parents. Not to mention whether I, still a student

, had the ability to protect Qing Si for the rest of her life, I had absolutely no reason to ask Uncle Lan and Aunt Lan to

let Qing Si stay with me. Could I tell them that I, their most trusted nephew, was actually

a wolf in sheep's clothing, who had already taken their most precious daughter like Little Red Riding Hood, despicably robbing

this innocent angel of her chastity?

I opened my mouth, but no words came out.

Uncle Lan only then noticed my unusual expression, but they assumed I was reluctant to part with them.

In fact, after nearly a year together, I had come to regard them as another set of parents, and they were even closer to me than their own son.

This sudden immigration abroad meant that seeing them again would be difficult, so it was normal for me to feel sorrow.

As for Qing Si, after hearing that she was leaving to immigrate to Canada, she had a big argument with Uncle Lan and Aunt Lan,

crying and refusing to leave, repeatedly saying that she couldn't bear to part with me, her brother. It was only then that Uncle Lan and Aunt Lan realized

Qing Si's unusual attachment to me, but they didn't think too much about it. Instead, they were happy to leave me with the incredibly

difficult .

I didn't know whether I should be thankful that Qing Si hadn't told Aunt Lan and

the others . Perhaps in her innocent heart, she couldn't truly grasp

the uproar that incident would cause in the adult world, especially in Uncle Lan's. And I,

under the completely trusting gazes of Uncle Lan and Aunt Lan, couldn't bring myself to tell them what would surely break their hearts. I could only silently swallow this

bitter pill .

I gently pushed open the door to Qing Si's room and saw, with a pang of heartache, this lively and clever little sprite lying helplessly on

the bed , her entire body wrapped tightly in the blanket from head to toe. From the intermittent rise and fall of the blanket, I knew

she was sobbing under it. I walked over sadly and sat on the edge of the bed.

I reached out and gently stroked Qing Si's petite body through the blanket. Even through the blanket, I

could feel a tremor. I suppressed the pain in my heart and said softly, "Qing Si, are you listening?

Brother knows this is so hard for both of us to accept, but it's an inescapable fact.

We can only face it!"

I paused, listening carefully to the sounds coming from under the blanket, before continuing, as if

murmuring , as if talking to myself: "Qing Si, do you remember what your brother Qiu Qianshang said to you that day? Brother never wanted to

bind your heart that wanted to fly, nor did he want to take advantage of your innocent heart. Please remember my

promise : once you're tired and weary from flying, as long as you still believe in your heart that your brother is the only

harbor you can lean on and rely on, then I will warmly welcome you back to my side!" Silence lingered under the covers. I

gently lifted a corner of the blanket; my beloved little one was fast asleep, tears still glistening in her red, swollen

eyes , dampness clinging to her cheeks, her lips pressed tightly together—just like

how she usually whine to me, insisting on getting something.

I don't know if Qing Si truly heard what I said. Since that night, Qing Si hasn't spoken to Uncle Lan again.

My uncles and aunts cried and fussed, but they were as affectionate and clingy as ever towards me—no, even more so than before. The only difference was that she

was much quieter than usual; perhaps, Xiao Qingsi was gradually growing up.

Faced with this situation, powerless to change reality, I could only passively await the moment of parting. At that

moment, I even realized that my heart was more fragile and helpless than Xiao Qingsi's. In the midst of this torment, that day finally

arrived.

Unable to bear the separation, I reluctantly saw Uncle Lan's family off on the plane, and personally sent my beloved one

on her journey to Canada. Staring blankly at the departing plane, I was overwhelmed with sorrow, letting tears

fill my eyes, silently dripping and drying in the wind. At that moment, I truly understood how

precious Qingsi was to me!

The piercing pain made it difficult to breathe; she was gone, and the faint fragrance of Qingsi drifting in the wind lingered in the air

, while night had unknowingly fallen. A long line of streetlights imprints a solitary figure.

The starry night is gentle. A warm breeze blows, the water ripples softly, the grass is green, the willows sway, the swing

still , but a lonely heart finds no one to lean on.

Parting sorrow is like spring grass, growing ever more abundant the further one travels.

************

I drive slowly along the road, aimlessly wandering in this familiar yet foreign city .

I finished work much earlier than usual today, and for a moment, not wanting to go home, I couldn't find a better

place to go.

This city is more crowded than it was four years ago. Although it's the relatively less congested outer ring road,

traffic occur frequently. Actually, deep down, I wish the lanes were more congested;

amidst the noise of cars and pedestrians, perhaps the loneliness deep in my heart would fade a little.

Unfortunately, fate was against me. The roads were unusually deserted today. My car drove straight through without any trouble. I glanced at

my watch the hour hand pointed to 4:30 PM. I gave a wry smile. If there were any traffic jams at this hour,

the city's traffic would probably be paralyzed.

Although I'm gradually becoming familiar with this city, the people here still feel like strangers. With nowhere else to go

, I finally turned the car towards home.

As I parked the car in the garage and stepped out, I couldn't help but shiver. A gust of cold wind

swept , chilling me to the bone. It was late winter, and the end of the year was approaching. Should I go back to my hometown to escape the memories, or should

I stay in this city and wait silently?

I pushed open the door to my room, not even turning on the light, and lay down on my bed, letting the darkness

envelop . The deep chill of the winter night seemed to seep into the room through the heavy curtains.

My limbs were numb with exhaustion, and a sense of desolate coldness filled my heart.

I tried to drift off to sleep in the darkness, but the chill in my body grew stronger. I sighed;

some things, even in boundless darkness, cannot be completely concealed or hidden. Reluctantly, I

struggled to get out of bed and turned on the light, hoping it would bring me some warmth.

I slowly opened my eyes; the sudden bright light made me uncomfortable. After a while, my eyes

adjusted the brightness of the room, but my hazy gaze fixed on the desk at the foot of the bed.

In the center of the desk stood a small bookshelf with only one book on it, looking out of place compared to the thick stacks of documents and materials piled on either side

. The pale yellow cover was worn but not

dusty, probably from frequent handling.

The cover prominently displayed three large, bold characters: "A Young Man's Journey," along with a few lines of smaller print: Author: Huang Yi; Publisher:

Yuanfang Publishing House, etc. The simple cover design and binding clearly indicated it was a pirated

publication .

I couldn't help but crawl over to the foot of the bed, reach for the book, and carefully brush away

any non-existent dust from the cover. Gently turning the pages, unsurprisingly, a

laminated .

I gazed at the photo beneath my eyes and murmured, "Ten years have passed, life and death are separated by a vast distance, I try not to think of you, yet I cannot forget.

Four whole years have passed, Qing Si, though we haven't died, can we ever meet again in this life?

Even we do, I will still be me, and will you still be you?"

In the cold air, the liquid dripping onto the photograph had lost all warmth, as if freezing

on a fragrant, radiant smiling face. Long, black hair cascaded down her shoulders like clouds, pure, bright

eyes were filled with laughter, a pair of shallow dimples appeared and disappeared, and her red lips seemed to speak but remained unspoken—it was the woman I had been dreaming

of. Qingsi!

In the photo, Qingsi was leaning against me, her smile brighter than spring flowers. I

half-squatted, my arms tightly around her soft, fragrant body, my eyes fixed on her smiling face, filled with doting

affection Qingsi, unable to extricate myself!

How ridiculous that I only realized this when Qingsi left for Canada with her parents, leaving me behind.

The regret is irreversible. If I had insisted on asking Uncle Lan and Aunt Lan to keep Qingsi, they might not have

agreed, but at least I wouldn't feel such remorse and resentment now.

A whole... Four years have passed. After graduating from school, I found a job. To avoid having too much time

for regret, I threw myself into my work like crazy, devoting most of my time to work and study. Unexpectedly

, my work performance was highly appreciated by my boss, and I was recently promoted to department head. But this was not what I

wanted.

Over the past four years, I have received many letters and phone calls from Qingsi, and we have maintained very close contact.

However, as time has passed, perhaps due to Qingsi's heavy academic workload, our communication has decreased significantly, and phone calls have become

rare . Especially six months ago, Qingsi sent me a text message. She said she was working on a project and would be

very busy, and for the next six months she barely contacted me.

Feeling helpless, I called Uncle Lan and Aunt Lan to inquire about her, only to be told she

was currently busy studying, but I didn't know exactly what she was doing.

A vague premonition of losing her lingered in my heart; I felt heartbroken and powerless, only able to wait passively in vain

, letting the relentless and lonely years bury the tenderness in my heart along with the pain of longing.

Recalling the moments I shared with Qing Si, I realized that none of it had faded from my heart. Time...

Xu Ling can fade and change many things, but ultimately, it is not invincible. Before unforgettable memories, it is equally

insignificant and powerless.

Her smile remains, but her figure is now far away. Since ancient times, the story of things changing and people passing away has been repeated time and again.

Those caught in the middle, besides feeling sorrow, heartache, helplessness, and an inability to forget, can only escape and hide.

I picked up the photograph, carefully removing it from its plastic wrapping. On its snow-white back, I wrote two

lines: "Black hair no longer dances with the wind and beauty, fragrant grass grows year after year with sorrow."

Time flies, youth fades, but longing accumulates, overflowing my heart with no outlet.

Only in the dead of night, in dreams or in moments of solitude, do they surface one by one, clear and piercingly painful.

I remained silent for a long time, finally sighing deeply, gently placing the photograph back into the book, carefully tucking it away, and putting it

back on the shelf. I set my alarm for six. There wasn't much time for sadness; I had to get up

early tomorrow, so going to bed early was still necessary.

My mom, who lives far away in my hometown, called today, saying a friend of hers was flying into the city early tomorrow morning and asked

me to pick her up. She said she knew her friend, but annoyingly, she hung up before I could refuse or ask for details

. When I called back, she just evaded the question.

Despite my suspicions and grumbling, I couldn't disobey my mom's orders. I had already asked for leave from work before leaving

and would automatically go to the airport to pick her up first thing tomorrow morning. I just hoped my mom wouldn't try anything funny again. For the past

few years she's been trying to set me up on blind dates, which makes me really anxious!

I turned off the light in my room and buried myself in the thick quilt. The night was dark and

silent and I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Long-buried memories flooded back,

replaying scene after scene. I closed my eyes tightly, but I couldn't stop the tears from welling up. The past is repeating 　　　　　　　　　　　itself

, and tonight is destined to be a sleepless night! 　　I gazed at the bustling crowds in the airport, my brow furrowing slightly. Although the heating and ventilation were good, I still felt a sense of bewilderment and unease. 　　The flight I was picking up had arrived on time, and passengers were descending the stairs one by one. Soon, more than half the passengers had disembarked. I stood far away at the second-floor elevator entrance, leaning lazily against a large pillar covered in advertising signs, watching the hurried pedestrians disembarking. 　　Seemingly observing with detachment, I was now filled with a strange sadness. Four years ago, in this very airport, I bid farewell to someone I should have cherished for life. Now, I've returned to this place that once caused me such heartbreak Who will appear before me in this familiar sight? 　　'Huh? All the passengers have disembarked, even the flight attendants and the pretty stewardesses. I don't see anyone I recognize.' I shook my head, inwardly grumbling about my mom. She always caused me trouble. Maybe she got the flight wrong. This time, I didn't know who it was, and I had no way to contact her. I was really in a dilemma ! 　　I hesitated for a long time, then decided to wait a little longer. After all, the boredom of wasting a little time was far better than going home empty-handed and suffering my mom's exhausting bombardment. Besides, giving up halfway was never my style . But, regarding that matter—that matter I'll never forget—could I be considered to have given up halfway? 　　Before I knew it, the pedestrians in the airport had dispersed in twos and threes, and the person I should have known didn't appear in the disembarkation area for this flight. I shook my head and smiled bitterly. I don't know what's wrong with me these past two days; I keep thinking about things that have been dormant for a long time. Maybe it's all because of my mom's haphazard matchmaking arrangements. 　　I straightened up and walked towards the service counter in the airport terminal, intending to ask the clerk when my next flight would arrive. At the same time, I picked up my phone and dialed my mother's number… 　　With a 'thud,' my hand—no, my entire body—began to tremble uncontrollably . I could barely stand, staggering against the counter, even losing my grip on my phone, which fell to the ground and shattered. 　　Ignoring the airport staff's gasps beside me, I shook off their support, staring blankly at the corner of the terminal leading to the restrooms. I took a few deep breaths, rubbed my eyes hard, and suddenly, without a second thought, sprinted away. 　　A white cape-like coat, black casual jeans that hugged her long, beautiful legs, and a pink turtleneck sweater underneath— her jet-black, shimmering hair cascaded down to her slender waist gently in the breeze, ethereal as a fairy. 　　Her naturally pure, flawless, snow-white skin was faintly damp with moisture. A twitch at the corner of her mouth revealed a radiant smile, her bright, star-like eyes brimming with tears, her slightly reddened eyes filled with surprise, love, resentment, coquettishness, and unwillingness… 　　I rushed to the point where we were face-to-face, breaths mingling, before stopping. I, too, was overwhelmed with emotion , my heart surging. Finally, only one intense voice filled my mind and heart: 　　'Yes, it is Qing Si! She is the one I have been waiting for today, no, for all my life! Qing Si, my most beloved Qing Si, she has returned, returned to my side, right before my eyes, right now!' 　　Looking at Qing Si before me, an overwhelming joy and an intense, almost painful tenderness . Unable to speak, all I could do was rush forward and embrace her tightly, holding her waist tightly, greedily kneading and embracing her, desperately wanting to merge her entirely into my life! 　　I forgot she was far away, but now, seeing her again, I have no other thoughts. 　　My beloved, whom I will cherish for a lifetime, has finally returned, back to my embrace! This time, I will never let go ! 　　[The End]

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