[Urban] Summer (Complete) - 1-3

Synopsis:

Yi Wen and He Lan, a married couple, were all classmates with A Liang in university. Yi Wen and A Liang were also business partners.

After A Liang's divorce, Yi Wen, to comfort him and also to satisfy a man's unusual pleasure, started a game among the three of them. What started as a game eventually became an inseparable part of their lives, as if A Liang himself were part of a whole, a loving family member. From initial disbelief to cautious probing, from the thrill of an affair to unbridled passion, from their first threesome in Shenzhen to He Lan inexplicably bringing along her best friend, Xiao Ya,

it was both extremely comical and terrifying, yet everything felt so real and so fitting, almost ten years passing by. Until A Liang's sister introduced him to a doctor girlfriend, everything seemed like a dream.

Like a dream within a dream, the dream eventually ends…

Part One

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The Boeing 777 roared steadily, carrying hundreds of people from all over the world into the blue sky.

After emerging from the clouds, the outside world was blindingly white. Helan pulled down the window shade and squinted, feigning sleep. The flight attendants began bustling about; behind her, several people with northern accents were discussing the 9/11 terrorist attacks. (Talking about this on a plane seems a bit...)

Helan smiled, not because of that, but because she was thinking of Wen—her husband—and Liang.

Liang was Wen's partner, having arrived in this southern city two years before Wen. Wen's decision to come here was made under his strong urging; by then, Wen had already carved out a small niche for himself in the city.

Helan was awakened by the flight attendant's professional murmur. She shook her head; she absolutely could not eat on the plane, not even a small glass of water.

Liang's glory was short-lived. Not long after Wen arrived, he suffered a humiliating defeat. (He was being self-deprecating.) He was taken away by a premeditated gang in Hong Kong. Over two million yuan was involved. It was a highly organized gang, and Liang had been working on it for two years.

Only recently, through the son of a government official, did things begin to look promising. But less than a quarter was recovered; considering the expenses of the past two years, this whole affair was definitely a losing proposition. But Liang was happy; he'd gotten two of those guys into police custody. He'd vented his anger—it was worth it!

Thinking of Liang, He Lan's face flushed. Just now at the airport, when Wen went to sign for her ticket, he whispered in her ear, "How about I buy a ticket and go back with you?"

"Okay!"

Lan teased, "Not working anymore?"

"Your husband's on vacation for a few days! Anyway, I'm still working for him."

He Lan giggled and dodged slightly, giving him a flirtatious glare. "Come back with me, what do you want?" she

whispered. "Not enough yet?"

Liang glared at her. "I want to bite you a couple of times."

"Come on."

He Lan blushed and giggled, exuding a unique charm.

Just then, Wen arrived. "Alright, hurry up and go in!"

He Lan looked at Liang with half-closed eyes. "I'll tell my husband!"

Liang laughed and went to get his luggage.

"Tell him what?"

Wen was a little confused. Then he understood. He whispered, "Don't be so lecherous. You dare flirt in front of me!"

He Lan smiled without saying a word.

Before going through security, she stopped; looking at the two outstanding men before her, her eyes reddened. She threw herself into Wen's arms. She murmured, "Thank you, husband!"

"Look at you! Still like a child. Get back home and quickly settle Qiangqiang's kindergarten enrollment."

She nodded, then said to Liang, "Goodbye!"

Liang reached out and tightly grasped her hand, squeezing it forcefully, finally patting her shoulder, "Have a safe trip!"

He Lan closed her eyes, reminiscing about the nearly two months she had spent in the south, and suddenly felt a surge of heat throughout her body…

Chapter 1

He Lan arrived two months ago. That day, something as unusual as 9/11 happened. She landed in the evening, just as the IOC president announced that the 2008 Olympics would be held in Beijing.

Although this emerging southern metropolis wasn't as ecstatic as Beijingers, the atmosphere still made He Lan feel its own vibrant energy as soon as she stepped off the plane.

Wen picked He Lan up in a Jetta. The airport parking lot exit was crowded with luxury cars like Mercedes and BMWs.

"Wife, one day I'll drive a car like that to pick you up,"

Wen said.

"Drive your car, I don't care!"

He Lan pulled her hand back from his. As soon as she got in the car, Wen gripped her hand tightly.

"Did you miss me?"

Wen asked.

"No!"

she said deliberately.

"Oh, let me see!"

Wen leaned over and reached out, his hand sliding up her thigh...

She trembled and murmured, "Be careful!"

Wen firmly placed his hand there. By this time, the car had entered the highway lane, and Helan dared not struggle anymore. Wen further explored inside.

"Ha...the flood is overflowing!"

Wen teased, his hand slipping inside her panties.

Helan couldn't help but moan, her wetness fully exposed to Wen's nimble fingers.

A moment later. The car entered the city, and Wen reluctantly withdrew his hand.

"Liang was originally going to come pick you up together. But then he had an engagement that required both of us to attend, so he had to go alone,"

Wen said.

Helan hadn't yet recovered from the stimulation.

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They soon arrived at the apartment Wen and Liang shared.

As soon as they entered, Wen was entangled by Helan…

The two embraced, Helan's eagerness no longer concealed. She responded to Wen hurriedly. Wen ripped open her light gray top, revealing her exquisite breasts to the equally thirsty Wen. In the blink of an eye, she was naked, her skin gleaming against the snow-white sheets.

She propped herself up, wanting to kiss the body she hadn't touched in months, but Wen pressed down on her like a mountain; she gasped, opening her legs to receive him… When his burning hot penis entered her, Helan's entire lower body convulsed.

At that moment, Wen roared and erupted.

"You're so annoying!"

Helan punched the still trembling Wen, giggling incessantly, her breasts shaking like a pair of little white rabbits.

"Oh...you'll be completely infatuated with me in a bit. Isn't this just because you've been missing me too much! You know whether your husband's performance is up to par or not!"

Wen's hand covered her crotch, mischievously smearing the flowing fluid all over her vulva.

"Get lost, who believes you! It's all so far away...is it...ah!"

Helan pressed herself against him seductively, "It's not too late to confess!"

She grasped his already limp penis, "Tell me!"

Wen closed his eyes, enjoying the warm, soft flesh, grinning without speaking.

"You won't tell me..."

She reached out and tickled his armpit.

"No, you can ask Liang later if you don't believe me!"

Helan couldn't get anything out of him, so she rolled over and lay flat on her back, "It's already midnight, and he still hasn't come back?"

Wen played with one of her breasts. It was snow-white, with fine veins visible; the pinkish-brown nipple stood erect and was very elastic. "That silly boy is quite the show-off, did he get you drunk? He said he'd treat you to a welcome-back dinner."

"Forget it! That kid has no manners!"

Helan pouted.

"Oh? How is he disrespectful?"

Wen leaned closer.

"Get lost, you're such a jerk!"

Helan slammed a pillow against his face.

Wen kept begging for mercy.

A moment later, Helan grasped his throbbing member. "I want it."

Chapter 2

Just as Wen was about to get into action, the phone rang. Wen pouted at Helan and answered, "It's Liang calling. The kid doesn't want me to come and carry you, does he?"

Helan could hear Liang yelling in the receiver.

Wen laughed and hung up.

"Are you alright?"

"No. It's a small case involving a state-owned enterprise. There are advantages and disadvantages to dealing with government officials. These days, those who eat the government's rice bowl are considered wealthy!"

"Oh..."

Helan stared at him, seemingly understanding.

"You're talking nonsense again. Liang and I are untainted by the mud!"

He lay down beside her.

"Hey, has Xiao Li written to you?"

"No."

Xiao Li was Liang's ex-wife. Her parents had gone abroad with her older brother. A childhood friend showered her with attention when she visited; plus, Liang was alone abroad at the time, and the two were rarely together, so Xiao Li, feeling lonely, developed feelings for him.

"What a pity for them!"

"She hasn't married that guy yet, has she?"

"No word, hard to say."

"Hey, you can't be that serious..."

Wen teased.

"Maybe!"

Helan replied. She pushed him down, flipped over, and straddled him. "Don't move!"

She smoothly took his erect penis inside her and began to move. She pressed herself against him, kissing his lips, her words muffled, "It's because you didn't come back, I'm going to cheat on you, oh..."

Her movements grew increasingly violent.

"Now...now I'm fucking you..."

Wen felt another explosion about to occur.

"Oh...not enough! Husband..."

Helan murmured as if crying.

Wen suddenly pushed her down, grabbing her slender white ankles and prying them open, forcefully entering her cavity. "Husband, fuck me..."

she screamed.

"Lanlan, you're so horny, can't stand being at home, huh? Husband will let you have your fill!" Wen

thrust powerfully, watching his long-absent wife's snow-white, writhing body, trying his best to control himself from ejaculating too quickly.

"So good...husband!"

Helan sobbed softly like a tender, loving woman.

"Husband will make you feel good! Oh. Husband will give you a treasure. Do you want it?"

"Wh...what? I want it..."

"Let A-Liang fuck you too, okay?"

Wen was already panting heavily. He was about to reach his climax.

"Ugh...no..."

"He said he likes you...I also told him I'd let him have sex with you if you agreed..."

Wen seemed to be rambling incoherently, but it was incredibly stimulating and alluring.

Helan was clearly going wild under the impact and stimulation of body and mind, reaching her peak in a daze, "Okay...I want it! I want it!"

Wen roared, ejaculating...

Chapter 3

Helan was awakened by the sound of the door opening, and Wen was still snoring softly beside her. She shook him, "Liang is back."

Wen "humphed" and turned over to sleep again.

"Hey, I'm back."

Helan heard Liang howling in the living room.

"Oh! What a load of crap! I went to the front lines for you. You stayed home hugging your wife and sleeping!"

She could feel Liang grumbling by the door.

Helan couldn't help but smile, giving Wen a hard shove to wake him. "Did you hear that?"

Wen reluctantly sat up, groggily opened the door and went out. "What did you yell, you brat?"

Helan heard Liang mischievously yell, "Ah... I'm exhausted!"

"Don't talk nonsense, did you send those two old men away?"

"Waiting to write a check,"

Liang said.

Helan put on his clothes and went out. Liang exaggeratedly said, "Ah, finally seeing my family!"

"Don't tease me, you're still acting like a little kid."

Helan's face was flushed as he sat down next to Wen.

"Tired, aren't you?"

Liang asked, his face mischievous.

"Get lost!"

Helan said coquettishly.

"Hey... did I say something wrong again? I meant were you tired from the journey!"

Helan's face turned even redder. Wen laughed and scolded him for his sharp tongue.

"You really don't appreciate kindness. I knew that dry wood and a raging fire would ignite. There was no time to eat, so I brought you some food."

Helan was genuinely hungry at this point.

Liang kept joking around, making everyone happy, just like before; the only difference was that the four of them had become three.

Helan ate quite a bit, occasionally pouting and saying that Wen was stingy, not even letting her eat. This gave Liang another excuse; wasn't he just trying to feed himself first?

Helan blushed and glanced at Wen. Compared to a few years ago, Wen was more mature, and his personality was more distinct from Liang's usual carefree and playful nature; Liang, on the other hand, hadn't changed much, still the same as before.

After chatting for a while, Wen, covered in sweat, went to the bathroom to shower. Helan remembered that she had brought many photos of Liang's son, so she took them out and showed them to him. Liang looked a little sad when he saw his son. Helan sensed this and showed him a photo of the child being very naughty.

Liang didn't speak, but reached out and grasped her hand holding the photo, sighing, a man's helplessness clearly revealed...

Helan didn't pull her hand away; she had a vague premonition that something really would happen on this trip to the south. She stared at the hand holding hers. Her heart pounded wildly…

Wen came out, and Liang began tidying up the clutter on the coffee table. He Lan offered to help, but he firmly refused, “You’re a guest today, let me do it. Your work starts tomorrow.”

Back in bed, Wen was eager again, and inevitably, another round of entanglement ensued. Finally, Wen lay down like a lump of mud, clinging to her, and He Lan leaned against him. “Is Liang in a bad mood?”

she asked.

“How could he be in a bad mood?”

Wen’s hand caressed one of her breasts. “He’s calculated that this year and next year will be unlucky. He wanted to make a move. I held him back.”

“That brat is really something!”

He Lan complained.

“Why are you in such a hurry? Liang hasn’t even blamed her.”

Helan remained silent.

"It hurts!"

After a long silence, Wen mischievously pinched her nipple hard. She couldn't help but let out a soft cry.

Wen lifted one of her legs, his half-erect penis gently pressing against her entrance. With a gentle thrust, it easily slid in due to the previous lubrication.

"Oh..."

Helan exhaled softly.

"Lanlan..."

"Hmm?"

She turned to look at him.

Wen hesitated, then thrust violently, making her gasp for breath. Wen spread her legs, stood up, and pressed himself against her, slowly thrusting; he cupped her face in his hands and gently kissed her lips. He immediately withdrew when she slipped her lubricated tongue inside...

"Lanlan..."

"Hmm?"

Helan opened her dazed eyes.

"Want to do it with Liang?"

"Ugh... Get lost!"

Helan shook, trying to push him off. But Wen held her tightly, giving her a storm of thrusts...

Helan gasped for breath, her body beginning to writhe. Wen paused, then cupped her face in his hands, his gaze searching for her.

"No..."

she whispered.

After a moment, as Wen felt the slight trembling of her burning lips slow down, he suddenly resumed his assault, repeatedly asking, "Do you want to do it with Liang? Do you want to? Do you want to..."

He Lan's body tensed and stiffened; then, a wave of pleasure surged over her, engulfing her. "I want to... I want to..."

she screamed...

Wen was completely subdued again.

After a long while, He Lan punched him hard, "You're a pervert!"

Wen hugged her, "Lan Lan, I'm serious."

She turned away, ignoring him.

Wen reached out and hugged her again. She flung him away, "Let me tell you, no, impossible!"

Chapter 4

The next day, He Lan got up early to make them breakfast. This was a good habit she had developed from her mother; a good woman should make her home feel like home. She knew that Wen and Liang, two grown men, were definitely using the restaurant as their canteen while traveling alone. Aside from social engagements, she mostly ate takeout to soothe her stomach.

When she got up, Wen pulled her aside, telling her not to bother, "You can't do anything!"

She insisted on getting up, and only after looking at the refrigerator did she realize her mistake – it was empty except for a bunch of beer. She understood why Wen said she "couldn't do anything." She didn't know where to buy anything in the neighborhood, so after brushing her teeth and washing her face, she sat on the sofa, lost in thought.

Just then, the door opened, and Liang came in, carrying several bags.

So early?

Liang put down his things. "I told you, starting today, you have work to do. Wen has praised you countless times; I should enjoy it too!"

"Too much; it'll get stale if we store it,"

Helan complained.

"Never mind, I'll correct that next time,"

Liang grinned and went into the bathroom.

Helan made breakfast, but Wen still hadn't gotten up. She went in and dragged him up. "Get up! Liang's already gone out for a big shopping trip..."

Wen pulled him over and planted a kiss on her lips. "He didn't work as hard as I did last night!"

"Get lost! You rascal!"

He Lan pushed him away, but Wen held on tight...

After a while, He Lan finally came to the living room with disheveled hair and a flushed face. Liang was eating heartily. "Hey, you've got some skills. If you stay for two months, we'll all gain weight!"

He suddenly stared at her. "Have you been harassed again? Your hair is so messy. Shh, I didn't sleep well at all last night. That's another problem. If I don't get enough rest, he won't have a reason to deduct my salary!" "

Get lost!"

He Lan gave him a coquettish glare and ran into the bathroom.

He Lan stared at herself in the mirror, her face red and her heart pounding. Liang had always liked to joke, and she liked his cheerful personality, but this time it seemed to have a hint of teasing. Perhaps it was related to Wen… It seemed there was some kind of unspoken understanding between them, and her face flushed even more.

After a moment of silence, Helan came out. Liang had already finished eating and was carrying the bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen. She followed him in and took them from his hands, saying, “Let me do it.”

She inadvertently caught Liang staring intently at her, and her heart, which had just calmed down, started pounding again. Liang noticed this and quickly turned and left.

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Wen walked out of the room, still half asleep. “Hey? Liang’s gone?”

“He said he’s working for you now, and if he doesn’t work hard, you’ll have a hard time.”

Wen laughed. “That brat! I have to say, he’s quite composed. The last few projects he wanted to work on, I poured cold water on them. Do you think he might have some reservations? Maybe he’s right.”

Wen said, chewing on her food.

"That depends on whether you have ulterior motives. Some people, if they had such a capable assistant working for free, would naturally have their own agendas."

"Look at what you're saying!"

Wen's eyes widened. "From the beginning, I never considered this company to be ours alone. No matter what he thinks, he has a share in it."

"Money is the most harmful thing,"

Helan said.

"Yeah, but it won't harm us. Sigh, wife, I seem to be getting old!"

Wen suddenly grinned mischievously.

"What's wrong?"

Helan knew he wouldn't say anything nice.

"I seem to be a little lacking in strength!"

Wen said with a grin.

"Showing off!"

Helan smiled coquettishly.

Wen opened his mouth but hesitated. Helan's heart skipped a beat, as if she had confirmed something again.

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Wen's advertising company was far from home, on the other side of the city. The couple drove to the company together. On the way, Wen would occasionally reach out and grope Helan's leg. She refused him several times, but when that didn't work, she let him do as he pleased.

Helan stared at the huge advertisements for saunas and beauty salons outside the window, and said with a hint of sarcasm, "Do you know those places?"

Wen sighed and shook his head, "That's something I have in common with that brat—he gets impotent after sex."

Helan burst out laughing, "Anyway, you two are getting more and more vulgar when you talk together."

"Really? Everyone in this country is an elite, I don't think I've ever heard you describe them like that."

Helan pursed her lips.

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Wen was constantly being approached by people after entering the company. Helan wandered around outside several offices for a while, and everyone coming and going seemed quite busy; no wonder, with more than ten advertising companies crammed into this small building, the level of competition was unimaginable. Walking to the end, she saw Liang biting a pen and frowning through the glass window. It was rare to see him with such an expression; he was usually a cheerful person, even with the biggest things weighing on him. She smiled and knocked on the door to go in.

"Oh, it's the boss's wife, I'm so sorry for not welcoming you sooner."

As soon as Liang saw her, he immediately reverted to his usual tone.

"Did I bother you?"

"No, it was just those old men from yesterday. They're cunning and sly. They pocketed all the money last night, and this morning they called again to ask for changes to the case."

"Will this cause trouble?"

He Lan was a little worried.

"No, we've seen this kind of thing too many times. They're just trying to silence the people around them, making them think they're fair and cautious in their actions. It's just that we don't have time yet; we still have to play along with their act ."

"Oh..."

He Lan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wen is very busy right now, isn't he?"

he asked. "He's currently handling a big case.

If you get this case, you'll really become a big boss's wife, at least for five years." "Actually, Wen only got this opportunity because of you. He just said that the company is jointly owned with you."

He smiled. "Actually, Wen and I aren't very possessive of money. We're just doing our jobs and doing them well..."

As she spoke, He Lan felt Liang's gaze sweep over her thighs several times. Her Ports suit skirt was a bit short, and because she was sitting, a large section of her fair thigh was exposed. Feeling Liang's evasive yet somewhat resentful gaze, Helan found it a little amusing; this was another side of him.

Strangely enough, she felt a distinctly cheerful mood.

Chapter 5

At noon, the three of them ate at a small restaurant near the company. They were probably regulars, as they knew the staff well.

The dishes were simple, but the highlight was the food. "Just order whatever you like. I'll treat you to dinner tonight, to welcome you back."

Helan looked at Wen, seemingly very happy. "No need, let's go home tonight. I'll cook for you."

"You silly wife, you're being polite when someone's treating? I want to go too! Always treating people to meals, you never gain weight!"

He sighed as he served the food, genuinely lamenting his hard-earned money.

He Lan covered her mouth and laughed, "Liang said you shouldn't worry about the vegetables you bought this morning, it's settled then."

Turning to Wen, she said, "Don't sigh anymore, eat as much as you want tonight, there's plenty of whatever you want."

The dishes were simple, but He Lan's favorite prawns wouldn't be overlooked. When the prawns arrived, Liang took the plate and naturally placed it in front of He Lan. He Lan inwardly admired Liang's thoughtfulness. Both Wen and Liang were excellent men; Wen was steady but seemed a bit too bookish; Liang, on the other hand, was carefree and jovial, yet possessed an unusual sensitivity. A short

while after the dishes arrived, Wen's phone rang. It was the middleman who had introduced them to the major client they'd been talking to that morning. The company's head was at a hotel, and Wen needed to go over for a meeting.

"You guys go ahead, I'll call a taxi home after I finish eating."

"No need, you and Liang eat, I'll just go for a bit. If two people go together, they might find it harder to say certain things."

He went out, and Liang followed. The two discussed things in the corridor for a while, and Helan could tell they were really nervous about the deal.

When Liang returned, he smiled at her, "Sometimes it's like fighting a war; if you're unlucky, even a sure thing can slip away."

Helan smiled back, "Why not eat it? It's quite fresh."

"We've been to this shop a lot; the animals won't dare to be sneaky!"

Liang said, reaching out to remove a bit of shrimp meat from Helan's lips. When his fingers lightly touched her lips, Helan trembled slightly, a blush rising to her cheeks.

She awkwardly pushed away her wine glass, "I can't take it anymore, my face is starting to burn."

Liang gently stroked her cheek with his other hand, looking at her, "No."

Helan let out a long breath, tilting her head to rest Liang's hand on her shoulder.

"Awen and I have been looking forward to your arrival these past few days!"

Helan's heart skipped a beat, her head spinning. Could it be that they really…? She blushed and lowered her head.

He continued, "After she left, I felt like a lost soul, wandering aimlessly. Now that you're here, it's like coming home; you bring the feeling of home."

Helan breathed a sigh of relief. "It's such a pity about you and Xiao Li!"

"Perhaps this ending was destined,"

he said. "It's so good to see you."

Liang's palm was pressed against her face, his thumb gently touching her rosy lips.

Helan didn't move, quietly enjoying this warmth. The slight pressure on his lips sent a warm current through her body, and she felt a throbbing between her legs, her heart enveloped in a thrilling secret affair.

(Oh... Wen, is this what you wanted to give me? I'm sorry, I really have to accept it.) She exclaimed inwardly.

Liang's fingers were still moving when the door opened, and the waiter came in. The two immediately sat up straight. Helan gave him a coquettish glance, "Let's go."

Reaching the door of the private room, Liang blocked the way, pulling her into a hug around the waist. He murmured in a dreamlike voice, "Lan, let me hug you."

Helan nestled tenderly against him, teasingly saying, "You've had too much to drink!"

He held her close, burying his face in her hair, inhaling her scent deeply. He then leaned down, searching for her lips, but this time she pushed him away, whispering, "Let's go, be good."

Liang offered to take her home, but Helan insisted on taking a taxi herself. Helpless, Liang flagged down a taxi for her, and Helan felt the dizziness from the red wine intensifying.

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Helan slept soundly all afternoon. When the phone roused her, it was already getting dark outside. It was Wen calling.

"What time is it?"

she asked wearily.

"It's past seven, honey, I'm on my way. Come downstairs in ten minutes and I'll pick you up for dinner. Liang has already made a reservation."

He Lan had been reluctant to get up, but she had no choice but to get out of bed.

In the car, Wen was beaming. He Lan could tell from his expression that the case was progressing well, but she didn't ask, and he didn't say anything either.

"You know what? That brat Liang really spent a fortune tonight. He usually wouldn't go to that place."

"Really? What for? Why bother? I'd rather cook for you guys."

"He just wants to win a smile from the beauty!"

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'm not going!"

He Lan gritted her teeth, giggled, and slapped him.

The car arrived, and the hotel was indeed impressive.

Chapter 6

After dinner that night, the three of them went to the hotel's nightclub.

All three were in good spirits, chatting and laughing. Wen seemed slightly drunk, slumped on the sofa; Liang held the microphone, singing intermittently. As the ballroom played a softer tune, Wen Qiang handed the microphone to Liang, saying, "Take Lanlan out for a spin."

He Lan stood up, laughing and scolding him, "I don't need you to boss me around!"

Emerging from the private room, the dance floor was pitch black. He Lan was still groping in the darkness when Liang pulled her into his arms, pressing her tightly against his chest

. He Lan obediently complied. Soon, Liang became uncomfortable; He Lan's full breasts pressed against his chest, like a burning flame. He couldn't help but take a deep breath, reaching out to pull her closer, holding her even tighter against his body. He Lan whispered in his ear, "Are you dancing?"

Liang snorted, his hands sliding down to her ample hips, gently caressing them—it was torture.

As they spoke, Helan sensed his excitement. She smiled to herself and turned away from him. The people on the dance floor were just swaying slowly in place, like them. In the darkness, only the flickering glow of cigarette butts on the seats could be seen. Liang lowered his head and kissed her forehead, then slid his hand down…

“No…”

Helan tried to tilt her head back, but he pressed her down firmly on her back, easily kissing her warm lips. Helan murmured, trying to push him away, but his embrace was too strong; she couldn't break free. The heat emanating from their thin clothing was also tempting.

Helan finally yielded, parting her lips slightly to meet his. Their tongues intertwined, and she smelled a faint scent of red wine mixed with a light cigarette smoke—a wonderful aroma. Strangely, the image of Wen alone in the private room, holding the microphone, suddenly flashed into her mind, leaving her feeling confused.

Liang's hand took the opportunity to lift the thin fabric, gently caressing the smooth skin of her lower back, all the way down to her back. The music played, and Helan was mesmerized. Her inner desires easily overcame her restraint. When Liang's magical hands slid towards her breasts, she offered no resistance, even wriggling and guiding them, allowing him to easily lift her bra cups and grasp her full breasts.

"Oh..."

she murmured softly, sticking out his tongue and panting, "You're so bad!"

Liang remained silent, the swelling in his lower body preventing him from replying. He pressed his erection between her legs, and Helan felt a surge of heat rushing to her core.

Then, the music ended.

Helan snapped out of her daze. Fortunately, the lighting in the private room was also dim, making it more natural for them to go in.

"It's too dark,"

Helan said, referring to the outside lighting.

"Dim is good, isn't it?"

Wen asked Liang, looking up.

"Of course, holding a soft, warm body in my arms, bright lights would be so unnatural!"

Liang replied with a chuckle.

"You two are disgusting!"

Helan scolded, her face flushed.

Chapter 7.

While dancing with Wen, Helan clung to him. Wen sensed her passion and whispered in her ear, "Are you in heat?"

Helan pinched him hard, and Wen jumped up with a "whoosh." Helan pulled him back and snuggled into his arms again. "Hold me tight!"

she murmured softly.

"Were you being naughty just now, you little rascal?"

he asked in her ear.

"Get lost! You're just like me!"

Helan playfully punched him.

Wen kissed her cheek, but she immediately kissed his lips back.

Wen looked up at her in the darkness, a mischievous smile on his face. Helan felt as if her secrets had been exposed, and her face flushed. "Tell me, were you?"

he pressed.

"If you keep talking nonsense, I won't dance anymore,"

Helan pouted.

"Okay, okay."

Wen pulled her back into his arms.

The music played softly, and their steps were gentle. Helan followed Wen's steps peacefully, but her heart was hot, and her mind was in turmoil. Wen's lips brushed close to her ear, gently nibbling her earlobe as he softly asked, "Are you happy?"

Helan loved it when he nibbled at her like that; it tickled, making her heart flutter with a strange pleasure. "Mmm..."

she answered, lost in her own thoughts.

"Can you relax a little, wife? I want to make you happy,"

Wen whispered.

"Mmm..."

"Don't worry about me, okay?"

"Mmm..."

He moved his hand to her chest, gently kneading her breasts through her clothes. Helan pressed herself against him, tense. "Did Liang do that just now?"

Wen tempted her.

"Mmm...yes..."

Helan seemed to be talking in her sleep; just like when she was dancing with Liang, the two of them were making her lose control. Helan was now immersed in a huge vortex of lust, her mind a jumble of thoughts, yet still retaining a sliver of reason—the music should stop! But at the same time, another voice cried out: Don't stop, keep dancing like this.

In the past, when the couple made love in bed, they would jokingly suggest that each other find lovers, and a few times they even planned it out in a seemingly serious way. But it always felt like a private game between the two of them, and Helan never considered it as reality. When Wen subtly mentioned this on the phone before this trip, she still saw it as a way for him to relieve his physical desires while he was alone away from home.

He knew Helan had a deep affection for Liang, and now she felt sympathy for his unhappy marriage, especially since her feelings for Liang had gone beyond that of brothers. Like any other man, Wen harbored a strange, dark desire to see his wife cheat on him, and he even fantasized about Liang's beautiful ex-wife having sex with her new lover.

In his eyes, Helan's trip was... a win-win-win situation. As for Liang, he held a deep brotherly affection for him, which had continued since university and would undoubtedly continue to this day. As a man, he was well aware of Liang and Lan's mutual admiration, including their restraint. In fact, the object of their fantasies had always been only one person—A-Liang.

He Lan began to regret her past indulgence of Wen's illicit thoughts. Now, even her own heart was stirred, and she felt a sense of unease—she was afraid she wouldn't be able to control herself!

In front of the huge mirror in the bathroom, she examined herself: a woman with a fairly charming and fresh face, but through her gaze, she could see—she was almost lost!

Chapter 8

It was nearly midnight when the three of them returned home.

Liang was still in high spirits. He opened the refrigerator, took out a few cans of beer, and handed them to Wen, "Still drinking?"

He Lan muttered as she went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Wen tilted his head back and gulped down a beer, then stopped and looked at A-Liang, "What?"

Liang chewed on peanuts, feigning ignorance.

Wen hesitated, unsure what to say. There seemed to be a bit of awkwardness between them. Liang, feeling bored, took the beer and also gulped it down.

Wen didn't say what he wanted to say.

The room was quiet, except for the sound of running water from the bathroom.

"She's very happy today,"

Wen said.

"Yeah, I can tell."

Wen suddenly found it funny that their conversation had become so awkward, and couldn't help but laugh. Liang was a little confused. "What's wrong?"

Wen waved his hand self-deprecatingly. "Come on, drink!"

The sound of water stopped; Helan had probably finished showering. Wen finally couldn't hold back and finished the rest of his wine in one gulp. "I'm going to take a shower. You go to the room and keep her company."

Liang lowered his head. "...That's not...appropriate..."

Wen ignored him and went to the room to find a change of clothes.

In the bathroom, Helan stood naked in front of the mirror, carefully drying her body. Then, she hesitantly approached the mirror to examine herself. The cold water made her nipples stand up. She lifted her slightly sagging breasts with both hands and gently ran her index finger across the nipple. A tremor ran through her body. Her fair and smooth skin was her pride, but her face was a little pale. She had noticed it before coming here, probably because she hadn't rested well.

She loosened her grip, and her heavy breasts immediately slumped, returning to their natural state, though her nipples remained erect. She thought of the two men in the living room and smiled. What was meant to happen would happen. Thinking this, she glared at herself in the mirror. A teacher, a role model, could so easily stoop to this level!

She felt her defenses completely crumble… her body, which she had just dried, became damp again.

"How annoying!"

she said to herself with a laugh, putting on her pajamas.

Liang opened his second can of beer. Wen came out of the room, tilted her head at him, and went into the bathroom.

He felt lost like a little boy, suddenly losing all his courage, even his penis, which had been aroused for hours, suddenly went limp. Their room was to the left of the sofa. He could hear Helan drying her hair with a hairdryer, only a few steps away, but he wanted to run away, to run to his own room on the right, or even escape this house altogether.

All along, although Liang and Helan were very casual, it was all in jest, and only between him and her—a small secret. Helan wanted him and Wen to be older, and for a time he still respected her as an elder sister; but now, facing the most ambiguous thing between a man and a woman, especially in front of her husband, his best friend and brother, his heart trembled.

He silently finished the bottle of wine he had just opened, reaching for another. Just then, he heard Wen singing in the bathroom, the same song he had sung several times that night in the karaoke room.

The song brought him back to the scene from a few hours earlier. Immediately, he felt a surge of excitement again.

He went into their room; Helan was drying her hair with a hairdryer. "Let me do it,"

he said.

Helan smiled and handed him the hairdryer. He stroked her hair with one hand as he dried it. A fragrance filled the room. "It smells wonderful,"

he said.

Helan turned her face, smiling alluringly. Her hair was almost dry. His hand rested on her shoulder, the soft body beneath her thin cotton nightgown instantly arousing his desire; his hand reached to her chest, pressing against her full breasts…

“Slap!” Helan gently slapped him away.

“Don’t be naughty!”

she whispered.

But he pulled her to his chest, kissing her fiercely, one hand loosening the belt of her nightgown, pushing her down onto the bed. “No…”

Helan cried out.

Her snow-white body beneath the nightgown was completely naked; Liang saw her body for the first time. He was astonished by her flawless white skin, her full breasts and delicate nipples, and the thick, horny pubic hair he couldn’t have imagined.

She curled her legs up, preventing him from seeing any more. Liang pounced on the bed, kneeling beside her, kissing one of her breasts, but she suddenly jumped up, rolling to the other side of the bed. “Liang, get out, Awen is coming in soon.”

Liang’s face flushed, staring at her resentfully, then picked up the hairdryer from the floor and left the room.

Chapter 9

Wen came in, grinning. Helan turned away, ignoring him. "What's wrong, wife? Were you harassed?"

"Look what you've done!"

Helan grumbled.

Wen lay down beside her with a grin, his hands wrapped around her breasts, kneading them wantonly. "Alright, I formally apologize! Besides, it wasn't entirely my fault. That guy outside was also audacious."

"Get lost!"

Helan shyly pulled away from him.

"And you weren't good either, dressed so provocatively."

Wen pointed to her two protruding nipples.

"Provocatively? Where? Where? This is my own room."

Before she could protest, Wen had already peeled her like a banana. Without any foreplay, Wen entered her directly, where she was already soaking wet. Wen didn't rush into anything, supporting himself as he looked at her: "Wife, you're in good shape today, got all wet?"

Helan shyly slapped his firm buttocks, then lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist.

He leaned down and whispered, "Alright, wife, since you don't like it, you're not allowed to do any of those little physical things with him anymore. Don't think I don't know, understand?"

Helan pursed her lips and closed her eyes. "I understand!"

she chuckled.

Wen began thrusting. Miraculously, her private parts were lubricated, and there were slight twitches stimulating his penis between thrusts. Helan moaned and writhed, closing her eyes to receive the pleasure; gradually, she couldn't control herself and began to sob uncontrollably.

At this moment, Wen paused, pressing her tightly and kissing her. "Alan, I know you want him. Shall we start now? Let him come in and enter you!"

Wen's hands groped at their point of contact, gently rubbing her tender, sensitive areas.

Helan, panting, opened her eyes and said in a soft voice, "I can't do it in front of you..."

Wen suddenly realized her psychological barrier and kissed her repeatedly. "Okay, okay, I understand. You want to be alone with him? Actually, you really want him, don't you?"

Helan closed her eyes, her face flushed, and nodded slightly.

"Should I take you over later?"

Wen said.

"Ugh, no!"

Helan shook her head. "Husband, put it in me."

Helan murmured softly.

"Wife, close your eyes. Now imagine me as A-Liang. He's in, he's inside..."

Helan trembled. The two had played this game more than once, but this time was different. A-Liang was truly on the other side of the door, and could even hear every move inside.

Helan went crazy. "Oh, okay... Liang... A-Liang, why did it take you so long... to... put it in me!"

Wen began to exert himself, he was also becoming passionate this time. "Lanlan... I've wanted to come for a long time..."

he hummed. Soon, the two were nearing their climax…

“It’s coming, Liang…”

Helan screamed without restraint at the final moment…

Wen responded, equally driven mad by his wife’s wantonness and fervor. He thrust desperately, finally ejaculating.

Wen waited for the breathtaking spasms to completely subside, touched Helan’s face, and laughed heartily.

“You’re so annoying! I heard everything!”

Helan complained coquettishly, her face flushed, making her skin appear exceptionally delicate.

“Wouldn’t it be better to let him know your true colors?”

“I’m ignoring you! I’m going back tomorrow!”

“Pretending!”

Wen laughed at her.

“You!”

Helan was furious, turning away from him. Wen had no choice but to go and coax her again .

********** ...

She paused, then heard Wen snoring loudly from the other room.

She hesitated for a moment, then crossed the living room. Outside, the sweltering night was still stiflingly hot. Liang turned and stared intently at her.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?"

She walked over and nestled gently in his arms, looking up at him.

"Can't sleep?"

He sighed, hugged her, and gently kissed her lips. "I really can't sleep."

Their tongues intertwined, Liang greedily sucking on her sweet saliva, his tongue sweeping through her mouth. His hands slipped inside her nightgown, grasping her breasts and pulling it off, revealing Helan's beautiful breasts completely in the soft moonlight.

Just as he was about to take further action, Helan pushed him away. She gracefully moved behind him and hugged him. "Don't move!"

she whispered. Her hands slid down, pressing against his throbbing, swollen member, then carefully slipped inside his underwear and grasped...

Liang's penis was already erect. Helan's warm and skillful touch made it throb even more. He couldn't resist turning around and caressing her body, so Helan had to come in front of him. Liang's size shocked her; she could hardly hold it in her hand.

With a few gentle strokes, Liang began to breathe heavily, his breath rising and falling with Wen's snoring from inside. The two felt an increasing excitement of their affair. A few more strokes later, Liang, tormented by desire, reached his climax. He pulled Helan close, howling like a wolf, and convulsed with her, his semen shooting out with Helan's movements…

The final surge of climax was overwhelming for her. His roar startled Helan, who, fearing to wake Wen, quickly covered his mouth with a passionate kiss. Liang almost fell, his penis slipping from Helan's grasp. He reached out and held it, continuing to rub it against her body; one hand reached towards Helan, slipping through her thick, velvety pubic hair, touching her entrance…

She stopped him, straightening her clothes and wiping the still-erect tip of his penis, kissing him several times. "Be good, go to sleep."

Then she took his hand and led him into the room.

Liang, still wanting more, tried to cling to her, but she firmly pushed him away. She pulled a thin blanket over him, said, "Be good!"

and then gracefully left.

Chapter 10

In the morning, Helan opened her eyes early, a habit that sometimes bothered her. No matter how late she went to bed the night before, she would wake up at the same time the next day. Looking at the time, she saw it was a few minutes later than usual. Wen was still fast asleep, a strange, mischievous smile on his lips. She composed herself and decided to get up and make them breakfast.

There was no movement in Liang's room either; they were probably used to rushing to get up and go to work, not opening their eyes until it was time.

She suddenly remembered that Liang hadn't slept much. She pushed open the balcony door and could vaguely find traces of last night. Recalling her bold actions last night, a blush rose to her face. She tiptoed into the bathroom.

Wen got up on time, and after a while, Liang also came out with red eyes. Wen stared at Liang exaggeratedly, "What's wrong? Looks like a rabbit's eyes?"

Wen scratched his head and said.

"Look at yourself, you look like a panda. But I think I had a wonderful dream last night."

As he spoke, he secretly glanced at Helan, who had just come out of the kitchen.

Wen seemed to sense something and looked at Helan, who pretended to pour milk and didn't look at him.

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"I'm done eating."

Wen picked up his briefcase and prepared to leave. "I'm leaving now."

He said.

"Hey, wait for me. My car isn't working well, I'll hitch a ride with you."

Wen looked at him with some disbelief. "You're not afraid to stay home, are you?"

he laughed at him.

"Yeah, it's best to avoid suspicion under the melon patch and plum tree."

Liang said insincerely.

Helan laughed and scolded the two of them: "You two are so annoying, you're all cut from the same cloth!"

Liang grinned: "Actually, the car really broke down."

"Aren't you going to kiss your husband?"

Wen joked from the doorway. Helan gave him a charming sidelong glance, walked over and kissed him.

"So cheesy!"

Liang said unhappily.

"Oh...you're making me drool!"

Wen said.

Helan boldly threw herself into Liang's arms, giving him a kiss in return; she looked at Wen with a provocative expression. Liang returned the kisses repeatedly. Wen made an exaggerated expression of disbelief, then tilted his head in a very Western way, wearing a pitiful, helpless expression.

The two left one after the other.

Helan felt a little calmer after they left. She reclined on the sofa, starting to feel tired. She hadn't slept much the night before, and for the past two days, she had felt extremely tense, despite an undeniable sense of pleasure.

She had always found Wen's schemes absurd, but the intellectual stimulation and the initial pleasure filled her with gratitude. The illicit affair drew closer, bringing with it panic and longing. She vaguely sensed Wen's desire: he wanted to make love to her with Liang. The thought of the three of them enjoying themselves made her tremble uncontrollably.

Liang also made her nervous; she loved him more and more! The feeling was like a young girl in her first love. As a husband, Wen was competent; as a man, Wen was excellent, but Liang's youthful energy, contrasting with Wen's maturity, also attracted her.

Perhaps Wen's maturity would far surpass Liang's somewhat impetuousness in his future career, but Liang's burning gaze had subtly drawn her in since their first meeting years ago. She had simply dismissed this as a fantasy common to all men and women.

Last night, in that midnight situation, both her heart and body yearned to lie naked on the living room floor and have sex with Liang immediately. However, an inner knot held her back: she couldn't imagine what Wen would feel when Liang made love to her so intensely, or perhaps it was a man's subconscious urge to spy on his wife moaning softly beneath another man. One thing was undeniable: if she were Wen, she would collapse.

Putting herself in his shoes, she felt as if she were stepping into a trap, perhaps with treasure below, or perhaps a bottomless abyss.

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...

He

Lan took a short nap on the sofa in the morning, then cleaned and washed Wen and Liang's sheets and clothes, giving the house a thorough cleaning.

Just as she was resting, drenched in sweat, she received a call from her son, who asked what she was doing.

She said she was washing her father's clothes.

Her son asked, "Are there any smelly socks left?"

This made her giggle. She had originally planned to bring her son, but her grandparents wouldn't allow it; they couldn't bear to part with him after months of separation.

She had just finished talking to her son when Liang returned.

"So early?"

she asked.

"Your husband is so kind, knowing I didn't sleep well last night, he let me catch up on some sleep. Hey! Did you do a big clean-up?"

"You two have made such a mess of the house!"

"Don't bother, we have a cleaning lady! She's paid monthly anyway."

"Then you can keep it for me. Where's your bedspread? I can't find it."

"Oh, it's in the closet upstairs, so high up, no wonder I couldn't find it."

Helan unfolded the bedspread, and the two of them spread it out together; she carefully smoothed it out. At this moment, Liang stepped back to the door and closed it, then walked to the bedside and gently embraced her.

"No!"

Helan blushed and hesitated.

The room was quiet; only their heavy breathing could be heard. Helan leaned back onto the bed, and the two kissed.

"I'm all sweaty..."

Helan said as Liang's hand slipped inside her clothes.

"Smells good..."

he whispered in her ear, gently rubbing one of her nipples.

At this moment, Helan was completely absorbed, much better than last night. It was as if she was welcoming her husband home after a long absence.

She kissed him deeply, "Wen will kill you!"

she said, glancing at him sideways.

He pulled her casual clothes off her head, "I'm not afraid,"

he said.

He encountered a little trouble unhooking her bra, and she smiled as she helped him.

"A bit clumsy,"

he said.

She laughed and hit him, "You can't expect anything good from a dog's mouth!"

Soon, Helan was completely naked. Liang stared intently at the snow-white flesh before him, seemingly reluctant to violate her.

She became shy under his gaze and pulled the blanket over herself tightly.

Helan blushed and didn't watch him undress until he was naked beside her. Only then did she tremble and burrow into his arms. Liang began kissing her, his hands immediately reaching the center of her body. The velvety smooth pubic hair felt wonderful to the touch, and the moisture seeped into his palms. He gently parted her tender lips with his middle finger, slipping slightly deeper. Helan moaned softly, and their passionate kiss continued.

Helan's hand slid down shyly, touching his erect penis, once again astonished by its thickness and strength; further down, she grasped her two round testicles, gently kneading them in her palm.

Liang, panting heavily, wantonly rubbed her vulva, spreading lubricant over every lovely spot. He rose and lay on top of her, somewhat comically lightly touching her clitoris with his penis. He looked down between her parted legs: the contrast between her snow-white, rounded thighs and her thick, dark brown vulva was striking—the white dazzling, the black alluring. Helan's desire had already made her vulva slightly open, and he finally reached there, intimately touching it, and thrusting in.

Helan cried out involuntarily, his magnificent size causing her brows to furrow. An unprecedented fullness and abundance overwhelmed her…

She groaned loudly; the initial discomfort vanished in a few seconds, replaced by waves of pleasure. She responded wildly to his thrusts, occasionally offering a wet, passionate kiss.

Suddenly, Liang stopped, apologetically pressing down on her hips, stopping her movements.

“I can’t move…”

A boyish, ashamed smile appeared on Liang’s face.

“Is it coming?”

Helan gently stroked his face, sweat trickling down her fingers.

“Then come, I want it…”

she murmured.

Helan’s voice was no less powerful than his frenzied thrusts, and Liang couldn’t help but become wild again, resuming his vigorous movements.

Helan waited for him tenderly, feeling that the pleasure of their spiritual connection made her neglect the physical pleasure. Liang’s ecstatic expression filled her with tender joy, while physical pleasure became secondary.

Her tenderness was evident on her face and in the way her fingers slid.

"Oh... Lanlan..."

Liang thrust even more wildly, finally ejaculating thick streams of semen deep into her during the battle...

Helan held him tightly, her expression unchanged, very docile, very tender...

"Lanlan, aren't you happy?"

Liang was bewildered by her calmness and asked breathlessly.

"No, it's great!"

Helan noticed his gradual weakening, "Finally, you succeeded, you bad boy!"

she said.

"It was too difficult! My hair has turned white waiting."

Liang said with a grin.

"You smooth talker!"

Helan said angrily.

He slipped out, still thick and strong. Helan reached out and gripped it tightly: "That was scary!" "Really

? Scared?"

"Mmm..."

She snuggled into his arms, "I like it."

"Are you tired? Why don't you sleep for a while?"

She tried to get up.

"No, you sleep too."

Liang held her tightly.

He Lan said helplessly, "Okay."
Chapter 11 , March 3rd.

Wen spent the entire afternoon in a state of unease.

Even at the review meeting, he was like this. Xiao Zhang, who was assisting with the case, sensed it and looked at Wen strangely; Wen himself also sensed it. Fortunately, it was a small company, and their experience with this type of document wasn't very extensive, so they only vaguely finalized the plan.

Wen naturally understood the reason for his chaotic state of mind, and returned to his office as soon as the meeting ended. His mind kept replaying the scene of Liang returning home. His restless state of mind surprised even himself.

Then he did something incomprehensible to himself: he left the company before four o'clock. He drove at breakneck speed back to his apartment building.

He ran upstairs, but slowed down just before reaching his floor.

Finally, he got back into his car.

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He only returned home after receiving a call from He Lan.

The first thing he saw was He Lan's flushed face. His heart skipped a beat; for a moment, he didn't even have the courage to look at her face. A lot of dishes were laid out on the table, and Liang seemed to be busy in the kitchen. Helan glanced at him cautiously and took the bag from his hand.

He went into the room, and she came in while he was changing his shoes, closing the door behind her and standing there watching him.

"What's wrong?"

he forced a smile.

Helan lowered her head. "Are you unhappy? I knew you'd be like this!"

Her eyes were brimming with tears.

"Why would I be unhappy? What's wrong?"

Wen calmed down, looked up, pulled her to his side, and smiled broadly. "Did you do something bad? Feeling guilty! Ha!"

Helan pounced on him, pressing tightly against him. Wen hugged her, his hand reaching down, his gaze questioning her. She shyly avoided his eyes.

"Did you do it?"

She turned to look at him, then quickly turned her face away, nodding slightly.

Wen's head went blank, and he suddenly felt a surge of soreness all over his body. The thing he had long hoped for had been confirmed. A strange feeling welled up inside him, turning into a sour ache that threatened to burst from his esophagus. Men are really strange creatures.

He composed himself, turned her face to look at her, "What a slut! How was it... good?"

She didn't answer, but leaned down and kissed his lips. Wen became excited, his body suddenly swelling with rage.

"I won't! Never again! Okay? I know you can't accept it, you're angry, aren't you?"

She looked at him with teary eyes.

"Silly girl, what are you saying? He's kissing her. I'm so happy! Really. Actually... it's just a little uncomfortable! This brat got off easy, didn't he! By the way, you two got off easy!"

She chuckled.

"Get lost, I'll never do it again!"

"Is that possible? That hungry ghost, having tasted blood, will let you go?"

Wen rolled over and pinned her beneath him, starting to rub her...

After playing for a while, they heard Liang calling them to eat from outside.

"Ignore him!"

Wen said.

The two kept kissing. After a while, he stopped: "Are you happy?"

he asked.

Helan buried her face in his chest and gave a coquettish "Mmm."

He cupped her face, "Tell me what happened!"

"No!"

Helan giggled and broke free from him, running off the bed.

She went out.

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During dinner, the three of them drank and ate in silence, occasionally exchanging a few words before falling silent, creating an awkward atmosphere. After finishing their meal, Helan went to clean up, and the atmosphere improved a bit when the two talked about company matters in the living room.

Liang probably couldn't stand the awkwardness, so after receiving a phone call, he made an excuse to go out, fleeing the door before Helan could come out. Wen went into the kitchen, where Helan was washing things at the sink. He went over and hugged her, his hand slipping inside her shirt to knead her breasts. She giggled and squirmed.

"He went out,"

he said.

"What does it have to do with me?"

she said.

"Really?"

He kissed her ear and reached to unbutton her pants, but she pulled away, shaking the water droplets off her hands and running out of the kitchen.

"The little rascal is a bit embarrassed."

Naturally, the two of them went to the bed and lay down naked. Wen stroked her as he spoke.

She didn't speak, just looked into his eyes. The air conditioner was a bit chilly, so he pulled a blanket over them. Helan's genitals were a little damp, and Wen's slippery fingers were wriggling there.

"What about you? Don't you care at all?"

She turned her face away, looking out the window.

Wen sighed, hugged her from behind, his penis erect and pressing against her buttocks, but strangely, he had no desire for intercourse. "Actually, after letting him come back this afternoon, I regretted it a little!"

Wen said.

"Really?"

She turned her head to look at him, then turned back, chuckled softly, and sighed, "I thought you wouldn't react at all."

"How could that be? I'm afraid you'll laugh at me if I tell you."

Wen gently pinched her earlobe.

"Hmm, tell me."

Helan said a little coquettishly.

"Actually, I came back a little while after A-Liang came back."

Helan turned around abruptly, "Really? I don't believe you!"

"It's true, I even went upstairs."

"You want to..."

Helan pinched his nose.

"No, I wanted to stop..."

Helan said "Oh," and moved closer to his face, both of their faces burning hot, "Why didn't you come in?"

"I don't know."

He said.

Helan returned to her original position, "Do you regret not coming in then?"

she said softly.

"Not now. I know you're happy to see you."

He sighed deeply, "It's the truth."

"No, I won't... You know I feel very guilty!"

Helan took his hand that was on her breasts and stroked it as she spoke.

"Don't be like this, Alan, I'm actually fine. I'm just acting out of male instinct. Since it's already like this, let's just let nature take its course, okay? Lanlan, if you're happy, I'm happy."

"You bastard. Is it all for me?" She pinched him. Trying to make me keep blaming myself...

"Of course it's for you!"

Wen relaxed, "At least 99% for you!"

"You're trying to escape your guilt!"

Helan mocked.

"It's true."

He argued.

Helan released him, reached behind her, grasped his thick, swollen penis, lifted her thigh to the side, and whispered, "Come in."

Her vagina was already incredibly lubricated, and Wen gently thrust in, penetrating her completely. He moved gently and slowly, his hands kneading her breasts. Helan warmly enjoyed his familiar way of making love, and thinking of Liang's roughness that afternoon, she couldn't help but laugh.

Wen sensed it and asked her, "What's wrong?"

She continued to laugh and refused to answer.

"Lanlan... how did you... start?"

Wen asked the question he had always wanted to ask, but became a little shy.

"Mmm..."

she whined, refusing to answer.

He pulled away, leaned over her, and thrust back in. "Oh... was it in his room?"

"Mmm..."

Helan began to get excited.

"Is this how you're penetrated...?"

Wen gasped.

"Yes."

She began to convulse...

"Do you still want him?"

Wen teased lightly.

"Yes... is that okay?"

"Yes, as long as you're willing... oh... do you like him penetrating you?"

"Yes..."

"Don't you want your husband anymore..."

"Yes... husband. Harder."

Wen began to thrust forcefully, feeling her contract in waves. He pressed his entire body against hers, pounding into her hard. Helan began to scream softly. He knew she was about to reach her climax. "Wife, do you want me to cum inside? Did A-Liang cum inside you?"

"Yes... give me... yes... he gave me a lot..."

Helan became frenzied, raising her body high in response.

Wen erupted in the convulsions, his semen spraying deep into her...

Wen lay down beside her, panting heavily.

"The kid's better than me, right?"

Wen asked in a low voice.

Helan closed her eyes slightly. "You're not bad either. Honey, I'm tired!"

she said sweetly.

"Wife, who do you want to sleep with tonight?"

Wen asked shamelessly.

"Ugh!"

She pushed him away. "I want... to sleep by myself!"

Wen laughed and hugged her.

Chapter 12

The two of them were tired from playing around and started thinking about Liang.

"It's pretty late, and I haven't heard him come back yet. Is he busy today?"

Helan asked him.

"Seems like he's not busy."

Wen muttered as he got up to go to the bathroom.

When he came back, he seemed to have thought of something.

"I understand!"

he said to Helan. "The kid feels guilty." Helan looked at him blankly

. He got into bed and held her close. "It's okay, don't worry. For example, if he and Xiao Li hadn't broken up, and I... and Xiao Li... had this... Even if he allowed or condoned it, I would still feel guilty." "What about you? Don't you care at all?" He Lan leaned close to his face and whispered. "My heart aches, it hurts so much," Wen said dramatically. "But..." "What?" He Lan looked up. "When he comes back, we need to be more natural, otherwise he'll be under even more pressure, and we might not even be able to be friends anymore. I don't want to lose this brother." He Lan sighed. "You men are such strange creatures." ****************************** Liang didn't actually go anywhere. He stayed in a small bar not far from the neighborhood for more than two hours. There was a top ten match being broadcast that night, and the bar was full of fans, but he wasn't interested in watching the game. He buried his head and drank several cans of Budweiser. His mind was in turmoil. Wen had indeed figured out his thoughts. He was currently facing a lot of contradictions. Helan's dignified and virtuous demeanor was completely different from Xiaoli's spoiled and pampered temperament. Often, when he argued with his wife, he would unconsciously compare the two, and Helan's image naturally left a deep impression on him. Perhaps Wen wanted him to get over the shadow of his divorce as soon as possible, so she tried not to mention him and Xiaoli. They were indeed rare, relatively well-behaved bachelors in this southern city; there seemed to be no record of them having affairs. Thus, Helan naturally became the only woman the two men frequently talked about. The couple lived thousands of miles apart, and telephone and email became their means of communication. When they talked on the phone, Liang would often grab the receiver and say a few words; he was always outspoken, and everyone was used to it. The incident may have stemmed from a phone call after the Spring Festival—that day, shortly after they left home, Helan called, and Liang loudly teased her, saying she couldn't stand being apart for only a few days. Helan heard him laughing and scolding on the phone. To let him hear her scolding, Wen put the phone on speakerphone. The three chatted and laughed for a while. Wen asked her if she missed him. Helan, thinking he had turned off the speakerphone, said sweetly that she missed him terribly. Wen laughed and said, "Then come over. There are two husbands here. Liang's got nothing better to do anyway." Unaware of the situation, Helan readily agreed, her voice full of joy. Liang's heart pounded wildly. He remained silent for a moment. Perhaps Wen was too engrossed in their playful banter to notice, or perhaps he already understood. Now he felt caught in a dilemma. With the three of them together, he tried his best to appear calm, but the more he did, the more uncomfortable he felt. He considered never approaching Helan again, but immediately dismissed the thought. He was hopelessly infatuated with Helan's gentleness. Perhaps time would settle things... he comforted himself. ********** ... As she wiped his face, Liang stared blankly at her. Helan sensed it, but she continued silently and methodically, without uttering a word. Once the room cooled down, she turned the air conditioner down and leaned over to pull a thin blanket over him. Liang watched her quietly, his eyes slightly blurred. As she did all this, her loose cotton pajamas occasionally revealed glimpses of her body, but she did it all naturally, without any deliberate attempt to conceal anything. Yet, the sensuality and maternal tenderness she exuded seemed to have already drawn his heart out, gently caressing it in his hands, almost crushing it in a few breaths. Finally, she sat on the edge of the bed. "Sleep, you'll feel better when you wake up." He reached out and pulled her close, timidly saying, "Sister Lan, I missed you! I was thinking about you the whole time I was outside!" He Lan smiled, touching his hand. "I know, me too. Sleep, be good." He Lan stood up, their eyes meeting. She sighed softly, sat down on the bed, and lay down next to him, gently embracing him. Liang, panting heavily, buried his face in her soft chest. He Lan's pajamas were casually open, most of her breast pressed against his face. "Look at what you've been drinking, go to sleep!" she said reproachfully. Soon, he indeed began to snore softly. He Lan opened her eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling. Her heart pounded clearly under Liang's pressure, her mind a mess. What was going on? She inwardly gasped, wondering to herself, Liang's sleeping posture resembled that of a child, unlike Wen, who, even in his dreams, possessed a steady and mature demeanor, completely lacking Liang's casual and natural nature. She couldn't imagine what Wen's expression would be if he were to push open the door now and see them lying in each other's arms. Strangely, she was only trying to capture all the expressions she knew about Wen, and apart from that, she had no thoughts related to him whatsoever. The room was quiet, with only the ticking of a small quartz clock on the table. She carefully placed a hand on his body, Wen's broad chest muscles rising and falling; she gently touched it, a warm current flowing through her body. She pressed her face against his shoulder, smelling a faint scent of sweat, a very alluring smell. She carefully lay down, afraid of waking him, and the two lay facing each other, her face directly opposite Liang's sensual lips. Helan suddenly thought of the word "sensual," and felt a little terrified. She felt like a thief, and unconsciously, she grinned slightly, gently pressing her lips to his thick lips.

Liang groaned, and soon a soft snoring filled the air. She savored the pleasure emanating from his lips, feeling her body tense up. She moved closer to him, then suddenly gasped. Liang's erect penis, which he had been dreaming of, pressed against her hip bone. Perhaps due to the sudden stimulation, Liang unconsciously rubbed against her a few times, the heat emanating from his thin underwear almost making her scream.

Helan was helplessly tormented by lust, a constant flow of moisture surging between her thighs. But she dared not disturb him, instead silently sliding her fingers down to her abdomen, where her nightgown had already been lifted.

She reached into her thick pubic hair, stroking individual strands, entwining them between her fingers, and pulling them forcefully. At first, she tried to use this method to inflict pain and dispel her desire, but the pain only intensified the burning heat in her genitals. She lost herself, helplessly letting her fingers slip through the moisture to the entrance, her index finger sliding inside.

Soon, she pressed the tip of her thumb against her already erect clitoris and began to rub, slowly at first, then faster. She began to feel an immense pleasure surging from deep within her.

She remained wary of Liang, afraid he might wake at any moment, afraid he would witness her shamelessness.

She turned slightly so that his penis was pressed against her buttocks, allowing her to feel him entering her from behind.

Helan cursed herself, yet couldn't help but writhe, afraid to make a sound, her whole body consumed by intense desire.

Just then, something unexpected happened. Liang stirred, rolled over, and one hand perfectly grasped one of her breasts, holding it tightly. The unexpected stimulation sent Helan instantly soaring to the peak of orgasm, a clear gush of fluid gushing out, and she couldn't help but let out a low moan.

Finally, she turned and nestled into his arms, exhausted but satisfied. She

quickly fell asleep.

This

summer was a bit unusual. It finally felt like early summer, but then it turned chilly again. I'd just brought my son Qiangqiang's spring clothes back from my mom's house when I got a call from my dad at school: he wanted me to quickly bring some clothes over. It was strange, though; I was online at home when I answered his call and saw a lot of news about flood relief and disaster recovery.

The high school entrance exams were over, finally a chance to relax. Helan's class did okay, and she could have been home already, but she felt a little reluctant: several students hadn't met the cutoff scores, and their parents were pestering the teachers, racking their brains to find a solution. Seeing that… sigh, the hearts of parents everywhere!

This year's admissions situation was a bit puzzling: the cutoff scores for all schools in the city were set exceptionally high. In reality, with such high scores, no school could possibly fill all its places. Why? For money. Students who didn't meet the cutoff scores had to sponsor them! Watching her students, whom she had taught for three years, have their parents spend thousands, even tens of thousands, of yuan to buy a high school spot for just a few points on their grades, He Lan felt a pang of sadness. Several of her students' parents were laid off, and their lives were already incredibly difficult; she couldn't bear to look them in the eye.

She cleaned up her emails, shut down her computer, and went to find clothes for Qiangqiang. The phone rang; the caller ID suggested it was Wen, but Liang answered.

"Hey, He Lan, you must be bored out of your mind right now, right?"

Liang chuckled as soon as he opened his mouth.

"You're already this envious after just two days? You didn't see this when we were busy!"

she said.

"Anyway, in my mind, teachers have so much free time. Two long vacations a year are enough to make the entire working class envious."

He Lan listened to him, imagining Liang's expression, and couldn't help but smile.

"So, what's up?"

"There is something."

He suddenly hesitated.

"Are you free these days?"

"Yeah, I can still relax for a few more days. I have to go back to work at the beginning of next month, around the time of the college entrance exams. What's up?" "

Well, there's a big client, oh, your family's client! They've got a project there under the Western Development Strategy, and it's a pretty big investment. They want your husband to go and do some planning or something. We'll be there in a couple of days, maybe a few more."

"Going is fine! Why are you reporting this to me?"

He Lan pursed her lips.

"Ahem, silly girl! I just want you to experience the Western scenery!"

"No!"

He Lan said decisively.

"What? You don't understand my good intentions?"

"Yes!"

"I'm telling you, don't think the worst, think the best!"

"Get lost."

"Really, this is your husband's idea. He really wants you to go and relax. Don't believe me? He told you?"

"Okay."

Wen took the phone. "Heh, Helan, you see, people are just different. A good thing sounds like a huge fire pit to him. It's fine to go for a few days if you're free. It's the perfect season in the Northwest right now. When we get there, all the local specialties and fruits will be in season. Don't regret it if you don't go! Didn't you really want to see the desert?"

"No!"

Helan said coquettishly.

"Why? Are you afraid?"

"Heh! Yes. I'm afraid of the wolves in the north!"

Helan heard him laughing on the other end and shouted into the phone, "If you laugh again, I'm hanging up!"

"Hey."

Wen quickly stopped him. "I'm serious. Our flight is the day after tomorrow morning. We'll probably arrive in Lanzhou around lunchtime."

"Hey."

Helan heard him talking to Liang. "Liang checked, your flight is at noon, we'll pick you up then. Got it?"

Wen said.

"Got it!"

After that, Helan listened to his sweet words on the phone for a few more minutes before hanging up.

Helan lay on the bed, her thoughts a little chaotic. Remembering she had to pick up Qiangqiang, she looked at her watch; there was still some time.

Seeing the Omega watch on her wrist, her heart pounded. Helan came out of the airport exit, looking around at the desolate scene. She hadn't been to Lanzhou for several years, and now, apart from the newly built terminal building, everything else seemed the same.

From afar, she saw the tall Liang waving at her, and her heart warmed. The gloomy mood she had felt for the past two hours on the plane immediately lifted. Liang ran over and took her bag. She only had one bag and a shoulder bag, which she swung happily in her hand. "Where is he?"

"He didn't come,"

Liang said. "What?"

Helan was stunned, standing there motionless. "Look at you, he'll arrive tonight!" "Why?" "Something came up at the company, I can't get away. Your husband's a big boss now. He has no choice."

"Tch, if I'd known, I wouldn't have come." "Big sister! His flight's tonight!"

Liang couldn't bear to tease him anymore.

He Lan finally regained her bright smile. In the sparse crowd, He Lan stood out, and Liang couldn't help but stare at her. "What are you looking at, silly boy?"

Her face turned a little red. Liang grinned, he really did look a bit silly.

The car was sent by the company, and they had been waiting for over four hours. After getting in the car, He Lan thanked the driver apologetically. "I made you wait so long." "It's nothing, it's alright."

The typical Northwestern dialect sounded quite charming. He Lan had stayed in Lanzhou for a while and loved listening to that tune, but she could never quite learn it.

She remembered that it used to take two or three hours to get from the airport to the city center, but now, after leaving Zhongchuan Airport at around 2 PM, they were already nearing the city outskirts. She glanced at her watch; less than fifty minutes had

passed. At that moment, Liang also subconsciously checked his watch. Helan noticed he was also wearing his Omega. Realizing he was watching her, she felt a little flustered and quickly covered her wrist. Just then, her phone rang. It was Wen calling.

"Where are you? On your way?"

she asked.

"Yes, almost to the city."

"I thought so. I tried calling several times but couldn't get through."

"Where do you think you are? Someone who can communicate anytime, anywhere? This is the Northwest."

Hearing his voice, Helan felt a surge of joy. However, she still couldn't help but complain. Wen didn't say anything more, saying he had something to do and hung up.

Entering the city, Lanzhou didn't seem to have changed much, but it was quite different from the barren yellow earthen slopes they had traveled along the way. Helan leaned against the window, looking around like a little girl. Upon arriving at the hotel, He Lan initially wanted to treat the driver to a meal, but it was too early, and the driver refused. Finally, Liang bought a pack of Lanzhou cigarettes from a small shop near the hotel entrance and insisted on giving it to him.

"The people here are so honest,"

He Lan said.

"If you hadn't been so polite, I could have saved the cost of the cigarettes,"

Liang said with a smile.

"Feeling the pinch? Look, he hasn't gone far. Shall I go get it back for you?"

Liang laughed.

She sat on the lobby sofa, and after a while, saw Liang come over with his room key card. He was also on his phone, answering a call and nodding frequently. When he reached her, he handed her the phone: "Your husband!"

He Lan couldn't help but laugh as she went upstairs. Liang asked several times, but she just shook her head. The room was nice. A deluxe suite. He Lan was a little surprised and complained that Liang was too extravagant. Liang looked aggrieved, "Your husband booked this a long time ago, it's not my fault.

" He threw his things down and collapsed onto the sofa, looking strange. "What's wrong?"

He Lan asked with a smile.

"Your husband wants me to go to the company right away, saying he needs to meet with some managers before leaving work to prepare. Actually... I know."

He stared at Helan.

"What?" "He's deliberately trying to get rid of me!"

Helan was changing her shoes when she heard his words, blushing and spitting at him. "I don't care."

Liang pounced on Helan, grabbing her tightly. "When a sheep is right in front of a wolf, it will spit out."

He grumbled.

Helan was caught off guard and was pushed down onto the bed. Just as she was about to push him away shyly, he kissed her lips. Liang's actions at this moment were like those of a blind young man, his hand instantly grasping one of her breasts. Soon, Helan quieted down, gently licking the tip of Liang's tongue as it plunged in, the desire of a mature woman suppressed for months erupting like a volcano. She felt weak all over, her legs twitching uncontrollably, especially the bulge between Liang's legs, which made her feel intoxicated. Just then, the phone rang at an inopportune moment.

Liang muttered a curse under his breath and answered. It was Wen calling, saying that several supplementary documents had been sent to his email. He needed to take a look to see if any changes were needed, then print them out and submit them to the company. He Lan snapped out of her reverie. She stood up and straightened her clothes. Liang kept cursing under his breath.

He Lan couldn't help but laugh and scold him, "Who are you cursing?"

Liang took his laptop out of his bag and connected it to the phone line, laughing and shouting at He Lan, "Cursing your husband!"

He Lan laughed so hard she couldn't straighten up. She turned to his side and helped him plug the phone line into the wall socket.

She moved behind him, hugging him across the chair, "Why are you cursing him? Get back to work."

While waiting for the connection to connect, Liang turned her head and kissed her. He Lan returned the kisses. When the computer went silent, she pushed him away, gazing seductively at Liang's reflection in the mirror on the wall: "There will be milk, there will be bread."

Liang was once again captivated by the woman before him. He modified a few data points, and when he stood up, he checked the time; if he didn't go now, he'd be late.

Helan was sitting on the bed watching him. She reached out and pulled him over, raising her wrist to place their watches side by side—two identical Omega watches, only slightly different sizes. They were bought last year in Seibu, Shenzhen; there were three in total, two for men and one for women. She looked up at him shyly, her expression captivating Liang, who couldn't resist kissing her.

But she only gave him a light, fleeting kiss, pushing him away. "Go quickly, don't delay your business."

He hurriedly stuffed his things into his bag. Helan saw him off at the door, but he suddenly dragged her to the door, yanked up the hem of her clothes, pulled down her bra, revealing her two white, rabbit-like breasts, and took one nipple into his mouth. Helan leaned weakly against the wall. After a while, she began to push him away. "If we don't separate now, she won't let me leave. I'll wait for you to come back for dinner."

She pulled her clothes back up. "Eat you!"

Liang grinned and kissed her again!

"Get away from me!"

She pushed and shoved him out of the room. Helan returned to bed weakly, leaning against the pillows, still excited.

She dialed Wen's number. "Has the kid left?"

"Yes."

She tried to keep her tone calm.

"Is the kid behaving himself?"

Wen asked with a grin.

"Get lost. When are you going to the airport?" "

Soon. In a little over an hour! It'll be a bit late when I get there. By the way, I reckon that brat will definitely take advantage of me that late." "

What did you say!"

Helan shouted angrily!

"Right, he'll let those two take advantage of me."

"You still dare to say that!"

"Could it be that he's already..."

"Xu Yiwen, you're so shameless!"

Helan cursed him!

"Heh..."

He laughed on the other end.

"If you hadn't been manipulating him all the time, he might already be..."

Helan sighed helplessly and blushed as she dealt with him.

"Ha, ha. You ruined our good time!"

Helan, whether teasing or amused, hung up the phone before he could say anything.

Then, blushing, she stared blankly at the ceiling. Her desire, which had just been fully aroused, now felt like it was hanging in mid-air. She felt waves of heat still rising, showing no signs of abating. Reaching down to touch herself, she found herself soaking wet... Liang had left, leaving Helan alone in the room. Her body was gripped tightly by lust, and she feared she wouldn't be able to withstand the torment of desire, helplessly rubbing herself.

Forcing herself to jump out of bed, she rushed into the bathroom. Initially, she instinctively turned on the cold water, wanting to wash herself and cool down, but immediately gave up.

Although the temperature wasn't low in the northern summer, the water was still bone-chillingly cold on her skin, so she had to turn the water up a bit. She never uses bathtubs in hotels; she's wary of such frequently used appliances in public places. But today, seeing several boxes of bath liners on the sink, she impulsively laid one out and jumped into the tub. Then, she turned the water up until her skin couldn't stand it anymore before closing her eyes and lying in the tub to relax.

She tossed and turned in her own way, endlessly, until the water cooled down. Finally, she threw herself onto the bed, big enough for five or six people, longing for a good night's sleep.

************

Liang encountered a minor problem at the company. The manager of the Lanzhou branch was clearly eager to make a name for himself at headquarters, or rather, to give Liang and his team a hard time.

He may have forgotten that the two were interdependent, and from the beginning, he vehemently criticized the outline Liang brought, even expressing dissatisfaction with the film and television company that Wen Company had long-term partnerships with. He was just short of deciding to replace the product's spokesperson. Liang knew this was impossible, because that female colleague had a powerful background, far beyond the control of a regional manager like himself.

However, Liang still had to fawn over him. Long past closing time, several locally recruited sales staff were still gathered around the conference table, innocently accompanying the manager for nearly two hours of his personal time. Finally, Liang suddenly developed a liking for the manager because, after the employees left, the manager suddenly called over a man who looked to be in his forties, let's call him Lao Liu. He told him that starting Monday, the Mitsubishi SUV would be allocated to Liang and his team.

After leaving the company, Liang called Wen, but couldn't get through. He figured Wen was on a plane. It was past six o'clock, but the sun was still shining brightly. The whole city seemed to be filled with the smell of natural gas. There were many bicycles on the streets; even after rush hour, the flow of traffic was constant, mostly bicycles.

This seemed rare in a provincial capital. Among the passersby were many faces as fair as peach blossoms, but upon closer inspection, there was always a roughness to them. They lacked the delicate beauty of women from Jiangnan, especially the pure, serene charm of Helan. She thought of Helan. Now, when he thought of women, he naturally thought of her, and he rarely thought of his ex-wife anymore. When she

returned from the Spring Festival, she took her son away. Liang's parents absolutely refused, causing a huge scene. In the end, Liang made the decision and let her take him. In an instant, he was all alone, and Helan offered him tender comfort.

Last summer in Shenzhen, he met Helan. This Spring Festival, he was completely captivated by the wonderful Helan. At the time, Wen was in Hong Kong for the Spring Festival, and he called back to comfort him. Liang told him not to be coy, and that if he really cared, he should marry Helan. Wen laughed and said, "Okay! Plus two packs of Marlboros, consider it a dowry." Helan was so angry that she grabbed the phone and started yelling.

For a while, especially after his son was taken away, he was truly despondent and had no interest in starting his own business again. With Wen's business developing rapidly, he wholeheartedly helped Wen.

Back at the hotel, he rang the doorbell for a while before Helan opened it. "Still sleeping?" The curtains were tightly drawn, making it impossible to distinguish between day and night. Helan turned and ran into the bedroom, then back to bed.

"Finished with work?"

"What time is it? I ran into an old Communist Party member, he's difficult to deal with."

"Are you alright?"

She sat up in bed.

"It's nothing, but it's uncomfortable for an amateur to instruct an expert. Has your husband called?"

he asked.

"No, he's on the plane, I guess."

"Oh. Then I'd better hurry."

Liang turned up the bedside lamp and moved closer to Helan.

"Go away."

Helan pushed him away coquettishly, "Get out of the way."

"How can you treat your husband like this?"

Liang grabbed her and pressed her down beneath him. The belt of her pajamas came undone, and her breasts popped out, which he took into his mouth.

Helan pretended to resist, "Shameless, my husband is on the plane."

He held her tightly and lifted the thick white cotton pajamas she was wearing in the hotel room. In the dim light, the dark pubic hair in her triangle area looked somewhat unreal. Helan had already stopped struggling, and gently pushed him away, saying, "You're all sweaty..."

Liang released her, pinched her breasts twice, and laughed as he took off his clothes and went to the bathroom...

Helan leaned against the bed, peaceful and undisturbed, as if waiting for her late-returning husband to share the bed. Liang rushed out, muttering in a strange voice, "If you want to go to heaven, come to Helan's side; if you want to go to hell, come to Helan's side."

Helan burst into laughter, staring at him naked, still wet, his erect penis standing erect.

Helan was once again astonished by his magnificence, as if her previous indulgent revelry was just a hazy dream. She blushed and reached to turn off the bedside lamp, but Liang had already grabbed her ankle and dragged her to the edge of the bed... He peeled off her nightgown like a banana and threw it aside. Kneeling by the bed, he stared intently at the body before him. He Lan's physique was impeccable; her breasts were full and rounded, her curves flowing seamlessly from her hips down her long, slender legs to her jade-like feet.

Her abdomen was flat, with only a few faint lines of pregnancy visible in the sidelight. Under his unbridled gaze, He Lan blushed and recoiled. She tried to pull away, but Liang firmly grasped her ankles, separating them. With a startled cry, Liang had already taken her body into his mouth.

He licked, drawing a trickle of fluid from He Lan. His tongue danced between her labia and mons pubis. He Lan could only hold his head up, otherwise she would fall backward, onto her back, making it easier for Liang to do as he pleased. Her two long, white legs were raised high, bouncing and dancing with Liang's tongue. She pushed his head away, giggling and panting heavily. Looking at Liang's wet face, she shyly pulled over something to wipe him.

"It's salty!"

Liang chuckled.

She playfully punched his shoulder and pulled him towards the bed. Liang lay down, and she smiled as she turned off the light. She knelt beside him, her fingers finding his swollen, enormous penis. Liang quickly felt himself enveloped by her warm, moist mouth… He lifted her up, making her straddle his legs, then playfully fumbled to turn the light back on. Helan shyly tried to pull away from his penis, but he held her firmly, preventing her from moving.

At this moment, Helan straddled him, forming a strangely lewd position under the light. Although this position, known as 69, is common in many adult videos, practicing it herself, especially between a man and woman with such a unique relationship, naturally had a special flavor.

Helan's furry private parts were fully exposed to Liang, the glistening fluid between her labia clearly visible. He moved his hands away from between her legs, cupping her full buttocks, allowing his tongue to work its magic… Gradually, Helan began to moan between breaths. She could no longer control the smooth, egg-sized glans in her mouth, and soon, her moans rose and fell, then suddenly she shrieked, her body stiffening, collapsing onto Liang. Liang almost simultaneously climaxed

, his pent-up semen erupting in a torrent. Helan's mind was a mess, but instinctively she held him tighter… It felt like an eternity before their bodies finally stopped trembling. Liang suddenly twisted, jumped up, and ran into the bathroom. He grabbed a towel and held it to her lips. She pushed it away, saying shyly

, "I already swallowed it."

Liang's thoughts were in disarray, and he couldn't quite process what was happening. He stammered, "I'm sorry."

She took the towel and wiped her mouth. "What are you saying?" she said, a little reproachfully. She pulled him close and whispered in his ear, "It's okay." Liang expressed his gratitude in tenderness… He held her tightly, "That was crazy!" he said, licking her cheek. He licked her face until it was covered in saliva. He Lan nestled close to him, putting her tongue into his mouth: "Smell it, what does your semen taste like?" "Heh."

Liang turned his head away, trying to avoid her gaze. Once it quieted down, Helan looked at Liang with fervent eyes, all her usual reserve now gone, revealing only a woman's desire and care for a man.

"Is it comfortable?"

she asked.

"Mmm."

Liang's hand never stopped kneading her breast. "So beautiful!"

"And you?"

"Yes. But I want more."

Helan shed her usual composure, revealing her true womanly nature. Liang grabbed one of her hands and placed it on his throbbing penis.

"Helan, do you know?"

Liang kissed her eyes.

"What?"

"I really love you so much,"

he said.

She laughed, looking at him and saying, "That sounds like something a young Hong Kong or Taiwanese boy would say."

"Don't you believe me?"

Helan nestled closer to him. "I believe you."

"I'm a little jealous. The story is coming soon."

"What!"

She lightly slapped him.

"When he comes, you're his."

"You really are... taking over!"

Helan laughed.

"Do you like being with me?"

"Mmm... Liang, I'm thinking about it again."

She started rubbing and stroking his penis. Liang put his hand between her legs, and she obediently spread them apart, revealing a wet patch. Liang's two fingers entered her body, and she let out a soft gasp.

"Do you like me fucking you?"

He stirred his fingers inside...

"Yes!"

"Liang...swear...I like you fucking me."

Both of them were already numbed by lust. Liang seemed to have discovered something hidden deep within her heart. He himself became even more intoxicated.

"I want to fuck you! I'll fuck you forever!"

As he spoke, he was already throbbing with desire. He rolled over and straddled her, and Helan responded by welcoming him with her wet body. As soon as he touched her, Helan trembled slightly.

Liang's penis was indeed much more magnificent than Wen's; she could even feel the opening being squeezed open. After it was fully inside, Helan contentedly turned Liang's head down.

"It's so full... Hold me tight, don't move."

After Liang entered her body... she couldn't help but jump around. He used his arms to support himself, afraid of crushing her, and bent down to kiss her nipples. Who do you prefer to fuck? Both husbands like her. He Lan's composure had long since vanished in her ecstasy.

"I want you to tell me who you like to fuck! I want you..."

He Lan closed her eyes in ecstasy.

"Wife, I'm coming..."

Liang straightened up and began to thrust in and out with great force.

At this moment, Wen's plane landed smoothly at Lanzhou Zhongchuan Airport. Wen didn't have the company send a car to pick him up. After exiting the exit, he went straight to a taxi. As soon as he got on the plane, he closed his eyes to try to sleep, but he just couldn't fall asleep. He had been tired enough these past few days, and things were busy at home, and he also had to keep in touch with the company here.

For some reason, he just couldn't sleep. His mind was racing, a jumbled mess, like the engine roaring. He knew that if he couldn't control his thoughts, find a moment to sleep or a clear train of thought within these two hours, they would be incredibly difficult to endure. He inwardly mocked himself. What was wrong with him?

He tried his best to ignore the thoughts floating in his mind, even the vivid images of Helan and Liang, but he couldn't help himself. Finally, with no other option, he focused all his attention on their appearance and voice. Strangely, he found this made him feel much lighter.

Even when he tried to stop thinking about Helan and Liang, even when thinking about work, an image of them whispering sweet nothings would suddenly pop into his mind. But when he tried to fully concentrate, he couldn't focus. He could imagine what it would be like for two grown men and women, after they had crossed that line, to be alone together, especially when they shared a deep connection and their genuine intimacy had been acknowledged by each other.

Two days ago, when Wen discovered that Liang had brought back several expensive sets of high-end women's clothing from Tibet, he felt a little uneasy. This kid was really into it! He began to feel a change in his own feelings. It wasn't that he was worried about anything; he had no concerns about his relationship with Helan. He was just a little afraid that they might be getting a little too deeply involved. He realized that Liang had truly fallen for Helan, even talking to her on the phone more often than he did.

His usual carefree personality had largely disappeared around Helan, or rather, he had hidden it all, and there was a maternal attachment to her that was very appealing to her. Wen was certain that this attachment was irresistible to Helan. For many years, Helan had played the role of a sensible little sister in Wen's presence, receiving all his love and care.

She was content with this, although the influence had lessened somewhat after the birth of their son, the attraction of their sibling-like relationship was still strong. Wen and Liang grew up together. Both families were children of cadres who had moved south, and the friendship between their fathers naturally passed down to their generation.

Wen's father bore the permanent marks of the Japanese invaders and the Kuomintang army. Coupled with his experiences during the Cultural Revolution, his health had always been sluggish and never truly recovered. Ironically, he had become much healthier in recent years. As a result, his family was naturally better off than Wen's. From a young age, Liang had helped Wen in various ways, and naturally, Liang, being three years younger, was quite arrogant at school.

Wen's worries were not unfounded. In Shenzhen, Liang had even acted as a matchmaker for him several times. All the girls were quite nice. But this guy rejected them all on the spot: "Flirting is fine, but marriage is out of the question." Although it seemed like a joke, it effectively shooed those not-so-naive girls away.

He always treated Liang like a younger brother, and although his current career was built on Liang's encouragement, Liang's shrewdness and sincerity in business still earned Liang's unwavering respect. Despite the deep brotherly bond, Wen harbored no resentment towards the physical intimacy between Helan, Liang, and even himself, even though he had initially instigated the whole affair. However, the current development into an intense emotional attachment caught him somewhat off guard.

The initial threesomes and their unrestrained revelry had indeed provided Wen with a profound emotional and physical satisfaction—though this dark sentiment had been brewing for a long time. In university, the young Wen had fallen in love with Helan the moment he saw her. She was beautiful, gentle, and unpretentious. However, Wen's upbringing dictated that he would only keep his feelings to himself, while several other young men in the university had already set their sights on Helan.

At the time, Wen was merely the son of a retired cadre; frankly, those cadres were a new generation. Wen's parents had never truly gained any advantage for their children or themselves. To be honest, Helan was indeed quite a ladies' man, and even years after their marriage, Wen still sourly mocked her. After Wen and Helan got together, some classmates came forward with claims that they had seen Helan in a hotel with someone.

Wen, madly in love at the time, didn't care about her past. However, deep down, Wen couldn't help but repeatedly replay in his mind the images of every man Helan had ever dated, intimately copulating with them. Perhaps, his later fervent pursuit and indulgence of Helan's promiscuous behavior stemmed from that time. The year after graduating from university, they got married.

On their wedding night, Helan presented Wen with a lavish gift: she was still a virgin! In the bathroom, Wen hid, almost weeping with joy. Years later, Wen told Helan about it, only to be severely reprimanded. After Helan's trip to Shenzhen last summer opened the curtain on their three-person affair, everything related to it became transparent. One person's affair became a three-person affair. Before the New Year, Liang returned home for a few days to visit his

family and spent time with Helan like husband and wife, both tacitly understanding each other. Although Liang sensed some uneasy atmosphere, the allure of the upcoming three-person relationship was enough to overshadow any potential crisis. Even the image of Helan writhing and yielding beneath Liang flashed through his mind like lightning, making his heart race with excitement and pleasure. Before he was with Helan, he could only imagine: what would it be like to see such a beautiful, delicate woman beneath a man?

Unexpectedly, years later, this thought still tormented him relentlessly. Liang sat on the carpet, panting heavily, his back against the bed, drenched in sweat. The cold air from the air conditioner blew right on him. He reached for the bed, but found nothing. He turned to look at Helan; she was huddled inside, her back to him. He got into bed and hugged her from behind. "What's wrong?" Helan swayed slightly but didn't answer.

His hands covered her breasts, which were also sticky with sweat. He gently pinched and rubbed her nipples. Helan couldn't handle the stimulation and quickly pushed him away. At that moment, he heard her sigh softly. He turned her around, looking into her eyes. "What's wrong? What are you thinking about?" She kissed him lightly, but when Liang's lips met hers, she pushed him away and sat up. "Are you unhappy?"

Liang stroked her smooth back. She shook her head. "No, I should get up. Yiwen should be here soon."

With that, she got out of bed and ran into the bathroom.

Liang stared blankly at the ceiling. "Right, Wen should be here soon." Helan was showering herself in the bathroom. The afterglow of her orgasm had subsided, and she thought of Wen. Wen had also been traveling for work, and she had been in bed with another man… She suddenly felt incredibly guilty, wondering what Wen would think.

Wen probably wouldn't think much of it. In bed with his wife, he had been both sincere and joking, but also quite frank, telling her he wanted to see her have sex with other men, later mentioning Liang. She had read in many books that many men subconsciously fantasize about or spy on their wives having sex with other men. Even though Chinese men are often very patriarchal, given the right environment and atmosphere, a considerable proportion would still do so.

She felt a warm current flow down her legs. She lowered her head and used the showerhead to wash away the white semen. The lingering pleasure from washing her genitals made her feel even more guilty… When she came out, Liang had also gotten off the bed and tidied it up. Perhaps he had sensed her sudden silence.

Looking at the neatly made bed, she was suddenly moved. She walked to his side and gave him a kiss.

“Wait,” Liang said. He opened his bag and rummaged through it, pulling out a bunch of things, including several sets of clothes. He picked one out, tore open the packaging, and tried it on. Helan was a little speechless. This carefree young man's thoughtfulness towards her had touched her heart more than once, even giving her an impulse to wholeheartedly protect him.

It was a Caesar short-sleeved dress, the style and color were nice, simple and appropriate, perfectly complementing Helan's skin tone and appearance. Helan put it on, looking excellent. She turned to examine herself in the mirror with satisfaction, when suddenly she saw Liang bustling around naked. She chuckled and quickly pushed him into the bathroom. "Hurry up, we'll go eat when Wen arrives, I'm starving."

Liang came out after showering and saw Helan had changed back into her original clothes. He wanted to say something, but then remained silent, lost in thought.

When the crisp doorbell rang, Helan and Liang were sitting on the sofa watching TV…it had only been on for four or five minutes. Coincidentally…just before the bell rang, Liang's hand was around Helan's soft waist, pulling her closer. Hearing the bell, Helan jumped up nervously, frozen in place. Then the bell rang a second time. Liang went to open the door, where Wen stood with a smile.

A blush rose on Helan's fair face. She went over and affectionately took his hand, while Wen took the bag from his hand.

"Is it raining outside?"

Helan noticed a few damp spots in his hair.

"Yeah, it started raining a while after we got off the plane, and it's been raining quite heavily. Didn't you know? Hey, who won?"

Wen plopped down on the sofa. "What?" Liang

was a little confused.

But immediately, he slapped his head hard. "Damn it."

Wen looked at the two people in front of him in disbelief. A knowing smile appeared on his face. "Really?"

he said.

"What?!"

Helan blushed and sat down beside him, playfully hitting him.

"You didn't know it was raining so hard outside? Did you forget to watch the World Cup final? Were you just fighting

like crazy the whole time?" Wen stared at them as if he knew everything.

"We really forgot!"

Liang hurriedly ran to the desk and turned on the computer.

"You're lying."

Helan blushed and continued to playfully hit him. Wen pulled her into his arms and kissed her hard on the cheek, then feigned surprise and teased, "Oh, so hot? Have a fever?"

Helan was held tightly by him and couldn't move. Moreover, the longing for each other after being apart for so long overflowed the moment they met, and any explanation would be futile. She knew the affection contained in all of Wen's good-natured teasing, so she simply stopped trying to deny it and quietly leaned against him, feeling that familiar, intangible message.

"It's two to zero," Liang said, burying his head in the computer again. And it was all Ronaldo who scored!"

he said.

Helan quietly looked at Wen, noticing that he had gained a little weight, but his face clearly showed signs of fatigue. A wave of guilt washed over her, and her eyes instantly filled with tears. Wen noticed her change, kissed her affectionately, smiled at her, and couldn't help but let the tears well up in his eyes. Feeling ashamed, she buried her face in his cotton t-shirt, pinching him hard.

Liang walked over at this moment, saw the scene, and looked embarrassed. Wen smiled at him, indicating that it was nothing, and gently kissed the back of Helan's neck.

Liang stood by the sofa, looking bored, thinking about what to do. Just then, he saw Helan raise her face, and he leaned closer to the sofa: "Hey, it's raining heavily outside, and it's drizzling inside too?"

"Go away, get away!"

Helan said coquettishly, blushing.

"Okay, I'm all sticky, I need to take a shower, change my clothes, and go eat. I'm starving,"

Wen said.

"Okay, I'll go down to the dining room first. I'm starving too,"

Liang said.

"Oh."

Wen was about to walk into the bedroom when he stopped and looked at Helan. "What about you? Are you starving too?"

"I'm not hungry, not at all."

Helan understood his words were malicious.

Liang realized he had let something slip and made a fool of himself again, and couldn't help but tilt his head and chuckle.

"I'll go down and order first, you guys come down right away."

Liang hurried out, looking a bit like he was fleeing.

As soon as the door closed, Helan immediately threw herself into Wen's arms. The two kissed tightly. Soon, Helan felt Wen's lower body pressing against her, and she laughed as she pushed him away, scolding him playfully. "You always like to tease people."

"How did I tease you? No."

Wen quickly stripped off his clothes and stood naked in front of her. "Wife, should I take a shower first or let it get moving?"

he asked, pointing to his eager member.

"No, please..."

Although Helan was involuntarily obsessed with Liang's body during every physical encounter,

her husband Wen's feelings were still quite harmonious and wonderful. Sometimes she even began to believe that a man's size and pleasure had no intrinsic connection, and that it was mostly a psychological factor. Just like when she saw Liang's huge penis displayed in front of her, the psychological shock was far greater than the actual impact of penetration.

But before she could dodge, Wen had already grabbed her and thrown her onto the bed. For a moment, she was almost confused. Was this really her husband? Wen's advances to her had always been gentle and refined. His actions at this moment left her a little bewildered, but then she felt this pleasure. And when Wen's hand groped inside her clothes, it was entirely her own eagerness to welcome the challenge. Wen entered smoothly, and looking at the beautiful woman beneath him, he felt completely at ease.

Helan opened herself up, slowly writhing, her snow-white skin against the snow-white sheets. Her vagina was lubricated and warm, their union harmonious and comfortable. Several times, Wen closed his eyes in a daze, desperately trying to hold back his ejaculation. She wasn't very tight, but that softness and lubrication clearly outweighed the monotonous tightness. He thrust tenderly, looking at her tenderly. "Lanlan,"

he called her. "Hmm?"

Helan opened her hazy eyes.

"You little rascal has stretched me up."

"Nonsense."

Helan chuckled, her body involuntarily writhing, her pair of white breasts swaying.

"When did you start being so naughty, little rascal?"

Wen continued thrusting, and after a while, he couldn't hold back, stopping and pressing himself completely against her.

"Did you start as soon as you entered the room?"

"No."

Helan laughed and denied it.

"Then..."

"Nothing."

Helan insisted.

He suddenly sprang up and thrust into her hard, almost sending her to climax. "Little girl, tell the truth,"

he said.

Helan knew what he was thinking. She freed her hands and cupped his muscular buttocks, gently pressing them, continuing to tease him. "Really, no,"

she said.

Wen cupped her face, his fingers constantly rubbing her cheeks and earlobes until her face became increasingly flushed. Then he asked her, "Tell me."

"Yes, when he came back from the company,"

she confessed, her face flushed.

"How did he play with you? Did you struggle?"

Wen asked softly. He knew she was beginning to lose her senses.

"No,"

Helan's voice seemed to come from a very, very far place, striking Wen's eardrums.

"Were you comfortable when he played with you?"

"Comfortable."

"Was it more comfortable than now...?"

"The same comfort..."

Helan felt the waves of desire...

"Which one was more comfortable?"

"Was it Liang?"

He also felt the urgency.

"Yes..."

she began to murmur...

"Why? You like his big size, don't you?"

Wen began to lick her ear.

"Yes..."

"Do you like him?"

"Yes."

"Will you do it with him again tonight?"

"Let him... fuck me?"

He began to thrust forcefully.

"Yes, I want it."

"What did you moan when you did it with him... tell me."

Wen panted.

"...Ah Liang... husband... fuck me..."

Wen frantically sent everything deep into her... until his panting subsided.

He Lan rolled over and punched him hard. "I didn't say anything, you lied to me... I said it!"

The room phone rang at this moment, it was Liang.

Why aren't you down yet? The food we ordered has all arrived. What are you doing? He shouted. What else

could we be doing? Having sex! Come down right now.

Before Yi Wen could hang up the phone, He Lan had already twisted a piece of his flesh almost into a rope. I told you not to talk nonsense again.

Yi Wen jumped off the bed, took the opportunity to pick her up and carry her into the bathroom, "You should wash yourself properly, you smell of semen," he said.

Helan, helpless, stopped arguing, only saying sullenly, "You're completely different from before, you sound exactly like Liang."

Yi Wen chuckled as he lathered her entire body with shower gel, "Really? You're getting fresher and fresher..." 03-03 13

Helan grasped his manhood, now small, slippery after being lathered with foam, quite amusing, and she rubbed it incessantly.

Yi Wen began to notice her change, lifting her chin, becoming serious: "You're my wife, my best woman, no matter what, I just want you to be happy."

"I know."

She pressed close to him, both covered in foam.

"But, I really feel bad,"

she said, looking at him.

"Don't be silly, I'm happy too. Maybe I have some psychological problem. Who cares! Ha. As long as I'm happy!"

He reached out and touched her genitals, which were now even more slippery and easy to access... His fingers went in without any resistance...

"How about you help me find one?"

Yi Wen grinned...

"Sure, how about Xiao Ya?"

She blurted out a name without thinking.

"She's like me, a married single woman."

She said.

"She's older than me!"

Yi Wen said, she was He Lan's closest friend.

"So what! As long as I'm happy!"

She stared intently at him.

"Okay! Whatever you say goes."

He grinned at her.

"Dream on! You're dreaming! One try and I'll see through your tricks!"

He Lan pretended to be angry and shook him off, rinsing off the scum on her body with hot water.

Yi Wen continued to laugh and rub her body.

Yi Wen got dressed before she came out, her clothes crumpled from their playful antics. She pouted and stared at him. "Let's change to something else. Hey, didn't the boy buy you a few outfits? Did you bring them?"

Helan smiled and took clothes out of the closet, grinning coquettishly, her expression exaggerated: "I was afraid you'd be unhappy, so I didn't dare wear them. Now I'm wearing them, okay?"

"Ha! Do you think I'm that petty? Besides—what haven't you let him play with yet…"

"You…"

He Lan gasped and lunged at him, but he dodged.

"Alright, alright. The kid must be getting impatient down there!"

Yi Wen carefully supported her, preventing her from bothering him further.

"I'll settle the score with you later!"

she huffed angrily.

"What are you two doing! We're about to close."

Liang watched her walk into the restaurant wearing the suit she had refused to wear earlier, feeling pleased. The two sat down, and the large restaurant was indeed nearly empty. It was already past eleven, and nightlife was indeed scarce in this western region. On the way from the airport, there had been hardly any traffic, and the roads were clear.

"We had no choice, we were both hungry, so we had to go one way at a time."

Liang stared at He Lan, whose face was flushed, glaring at Yi Wen with no expression. Yi Wen, however, was grimacing; she had kicked him under the table. He smiled and poured them beer, saying to He Lan, "Hey, no drinks today."

She readily handed him her glass. The three of them were genuinely hungry, and besides, eating alone in such a quiet place with four or five waiters standing around didn't feel very appealing. So they just ate whatever they could find and that was it.

In the elevator, Helan looked at her face, which was flushed a little purple. "Looks like a monster," Yiwen said. "Look at you two?" She pointed to the mirror: "Like wild beasts." Back in the room, Yiwen collapsed onto the sofa, rubbing his stomach. "We ate like starving ghosts, a bit too much." Helan made them some tea, and Yiwen pulled her to sit down, saying, "You're back to your housewife persona, it's so nice." Helan smiled and glanced at him sideways before sitting down a little distance away. Liang was the most uncomfortable at this moment, watching TV but his eyes darting around. Yiwen pulled Helan over. "I want to talk to you about something. Living apart like this for so long isn't sustainable. It seems like it's impossible for us to end things anytime soon. Why don't you go and get the paperwork done and bring your son over?" "It's not that simple. Household registration, schooling for our son—everything can be handled together." "Don't worry about that. Your husband is different now. Do you know how much tax he paid to the city last year? They have policies there, the specific regulations are crystal clear. They can help not only you and your son, but also several other couples among our employees who are living apart." "I still need to think about it carefully." "Hey, how's your son?" "I don't know. He used to call, now a monthly email is enough." "Xiao Li still loves her child very much." He Lan didn't say anything more. After a while, the two started talking about company matters, turning on the computer to check data. He Lan went to the small room; it was very hot inside. She turned on the air conditioner on the wall; there was a slight musty smell. She then opened the window. She let the wind in, carrying a few raindrops that landed on the bed, so she had to close the window slightly. She heard them arguing quietly, but she didn't bother to listen. She went back to the large bedroom, changed into her cotton pajamas, and leaned back on the sofa to watch TV. Actually, she couldn't concentrate at all; she was wondering what tonight would be like. She actually knew the outcome. Two lustful men wouldn't waste a night of passion, but out of a woman's modesty, she deliberately turned on the light in the smaller room and adjusted the temperature—just to feign modesty. Once this happened once, it became a natural progression. Ever since it finally started in Shenzhen last year, she knew this game would continue indefinitely… The scary thing was, deep down, she couldn't resist the temptation. Otherwise, she would have known the outcome before coming to Lanzhou, yet she still came—that much was self-evident. Like a drug addiction, before last summer, if she had any desires, it was just a normal woman's physiological needs. But in the past year, other elements had been mixed in. That was a hidden longing for this illicit threesome, in the dim light, with two strong men who loved her entwined, fawning over her, embracing her. For that kind of desire, physical satisfaction was secondary; the psychological stimulation alone was enough to easily bring her to the peak of orgasm. Sometime later, Yi Wen came in, alone. After he came in, he turned off the main light. Her heart, which had been pounding, relaxed, a feeling she couldn't quite describe—a sense of loss or something else. "Don't you want to sleep yet?" Yi Wen came over and kissed her. She stood up and said coquettishly, "Waiting for you..." She nimbly slipped onto the bed, pulled the thin blanket over herself, and left one side open for Yi Wen. Yi Wen had taken off all but a pair of loose-fitting boxer shorts she had bought for him last year and lay down beside her. Just then, the door opened, and Liang entered wearing a tight pair of briefs. He smiled, went into the bathroom, and soon the sound of running water could be heard. He Lan felt her heart pound. She turned to face Yi Wen; he had his own bathroom! Yi Wen simply kissed her without comment. Soon, Liang came out wearing a towel, walked to the bedside, and leaned against He Lan. He Lan felt breathless. She pushed Yi Wen away and gasped for air, but soon Liang turned her head and began kissing her. His warm tongue swirled deep into her mouth, and she couldn't help but respond. Yi Wen stood up, turned around, and turned on the bedside lamp. He Lan gasped , her eyes glazing over. Liang's hands weren't idle either. He slipped inside her nightgown, gently tugged, and the strap snapped open. His hand was inside her pale pink bra, kneading and squeezing one nipple until it popped out. Yi Wen helped her up and took off her pajamas. As he unhooked her bra, He Lan awkwardly reached out and turned the light off again. Yi Wen finally pulled down her panties, then picked up his cup and took a few sips of water. He quietly watched the bed for a while. Only the mirror lamp on the desk was on in the room, the light not very strong, shining on the bed from a distance, only a dim glow, but it still highlighted the astonishing whiteness of He Lan's body. Liang's hand was now between her legs, his palm covering her thick, horny pubic hair. She and Liang changed positions, so she was curled up in his arms. Liang's bath towel was spread out, his thick, astonishing penis throbbing, pressed tightly against her white thigh. It would soon be moving inside his wife's vagina. Strangely, he didn't feel any of the usual male inferiority complex. Even when He Lan said that Liang's genitals were thicker than hers, and that he had a premonition of orgasm upon penetration, he didn't have any other thoughts. He saw Liang grab her hand, pull it over, and place it on his penis. She hesitated at first, but quickly grasped it, stroking it from the inside out. He finished the last sip of water in his glass, walked to the bedside, and looked at his wife's face. Her face was flushed, not the purplish-red of after a meal. He gently stroked her face, and she opened her misty eyes, reached out a hand to hug his neck, and turned him towards her... "Husband," she whispered. Yi Wen was entangled with them again... Her hand slid inside Yi Wen's shorts, grasping his penis. Yi Wen stopped kissing, lowered his head, and made some space for her to lie flat. Then he watched with fascination as He Lan held two engorged penises in his hands, stroking them gently and slowly.

After a while, her wrists probably got a little sore. She gave Yi Wen a charming smile, shook her hand, moved slightly, bent down, and took Yi Wen's penis into her mouth, swallowing it earnestly. Yi Wen was stunned for a moment, then reached for her vagina, his hand immediately becoming sticky and wet. He quickly had to remove his hand because Liang groaned and also bent down, burying his face between He Lan's legs.

Yi Wen's hand groped and grabbed one of her breasts, kneading it wantonly, like kneading dough. Suddenly, He Lan stopped swallowing, then released him, letting out a low, suppressed moan, "Husband... I'm almost there."

Yi Wen turned around, lowered his head to kiss her body, from her face to her chest, his hands grasping one breast in each hand.

"Ah..."

she began to scream, her orgasms clearly surging in waves...

"Wife, shall I let Liang in?"

He Lan was gripped tightly by pleasure, unable to speak, her eyes pleading as she nodded to Yi Wen. Yi Wen turned on the bedside lamp, patted Liang's shoulder, and Liang got up, grabbed a towel to wipe his wet face, and knelt between He Lan's legs. His bright red penis was pressed against her wet vulva, ready to thrust into her with one stroke.

The rapid thrusting of the huge penis may have surprised He Lan, but she clearly accepted it quickly. During this time, she even slightly opened her eyes and gave Yi Wen an embarrassed smile, but was quickly brought into a state of ecstasy by Liang's fierce thrusts...

Yi Wen held her in his arms, constantly rubbing and kissing her, feeling every subtle tremor in her body, and following Liang's rhythm, his hands caressed her from her breasts to her face.

He whispered in her ear, "Wife, is it pleasurable?"

Helan nodded nervously, then abruptly shook her head, muttering, "How could this be... how could this be?"

Liang thrust into her violently and mechanically. Suddenly, Helan's body stiffened, her entire body taut like a bowstring... Yi Wen, caught off guard, hurriedly responded...

But Helan continued to shake her head and giggle, panting heavily, twisting her body, desperately pressing her lower body against Liang, trying to get him to penetrate deeper, even deeper into her... But clearly, Liang was caught off guard, and ejaculated with a howl... After a while, he chuckled somewhat awkwardly, reached down to her waist, lifted her up, and placed her on the pillow.

"She suddenly got so tight... I couldn't take it..."

he explained breathlessly to Yi Wen.

"You got a taste of the power, didn't you?"

Yi Wen said.

"Ah, yes."

Liang hugged her, pulling her into his arms and kissing her passionately. His sweat clung stickily to her skin. Just then, Yi Wen, standing behind He Lan, sandwiched her between Liang and Yi Wen. He touched between her legs; it was incredibly wet. Without a word, he leaned forward and thrust his painfully hard penis into her slippery, warm opening…

The room was filled with a wild, wanton atmosphere.

Summer sunlight streamed through the tightly drawn curtains, waking He Lan. Liang and Wen were nowhere to be seen. The room was unusually quiet.

He Lan felt a wave of exhaustion wash over her, like someone recovering from a serious illness. After rinsing away the stickiness with warm water, she felt indescribably refreshed.

Coming out of the bathroom, she checked the time; it was already noon. A note from Wen read: "I'm going to the film set today; I'll be back late tonight." Liang's note read: "I love you, your second wife." She chuckled. "Second wife"—who knows what Liang was thinking? He always managed to make her unexpectedly happy, a feeling she rarely experienced with Wen. It should be called—how to put it? Returning to the feeling of youth! After

eating a little something haphazardly, Helan sat by the window, a cup of tea in hand, lost in thought. The afternoon sun shone on her, but she felt no warmth in the air-conditioned room. Looking down from the high floor, the cars and pedestrians on the road seemed to be acting out a silent movie, moving silently and hurriedly like ants. At this moment, only she was at ease, her mind blank, as if she had entered a state of non-attachment.

The ringing of the phone shattered Helan's enjoyment. Qiangqiang's voice, from thousands of kilometers away, pierced her heart. "I won fifty million! I bought a broken mountain knife, a martial arts ring, and Yama's gloves! Mom, what game are you playing?"

Qiangqiang's happiness surged in her ears like waves.

"Okay, congratulations,"

Helan replied casually, but her heart skipped a beat. Is it just a game? Or is this how life is supposed to be? Although quite some time had passed, Liang's and Wen's scents lingered vividly in the room, on her body.

She had just finished talking to her son when the door opened. It was Liang, covered in sweat. He hurriedly went to the air conditioner: "You can even have a sauna in Lanzhou? I never imagined. I thought the weather here would be so dry."

He Lan couldn't help but smile. "Weren't you filming a commercial? Are you slacking off again?"

Liang exaggeratedly feigned pain. "My goodness, even a landlady isn't this ruthless! Did I sell myself to you?"

He Lan laughed loudly, forcefully pushing him onto the bed: "Didn't you say you were my second wife?"

Liang reached out to her, but He Lan gently dodged: "Stop doing that, my back hurts from yesterday."

Liang held out his palm: "Do you like it?"

Only then did she notice the necklace in his hand. Her heart tightened slightly, not for the platinum, but for Liang's thoughtfulness. Standing before the mirror, Liang gently placed it around Helan's fragrant neck. "Fragrant neck, that's what the books say,"

Liang inhaled deeply. The wedge-shaped pendant shimmered with a pure and beautiful light, like a messenger from a rainbow world.

Oh, Jesus Christ, my God, Buddha, Guanyin Bodhisattva, haven't you all decided yet? Who bestowed the writing, and who bestowed Liang upon Helan? She asked herself this question, lifting her face to look at Liang.

He leaned down to kiss her lips, and she shyly resisted his tongue. He stopped moving, wrapping his arms around Helan's waist, and together they quietly gazed at her reflection in the mirror. A floral suit, delicate, white toes—what an exquisite woman. "I love you to death,"

Liang whispered softly in Helan's ear.

"I love you too,"

she nestled in his arms.

"What about Xu Yiwen?"

Liang frowned.

"I love him too,"

Helan said, tilting her head back at him.

"So, who do you love more?"

"Both."

"No, you have to love me more."

"Why?"

"Because I'm younger and prettier than him! Otherwise, would you take me as your concubine?"

Liang laughed.

"You failed your Chinese exam."

Helan said fiercely, "You should be called a male concubine!"

Liang's face darkened: "No way, I want you to give me a title."

"Then I'll hold a wedding ceremony with you tonight, my concubine."

"Okay, where will we do it?"

"Here."

"Will the red lanterns hang high?"

"Yes, Awen is the first wife, and you're the second concubine." Having

laughed enough, she stood by the window looking at the street. Just moments ago, the sky was clear and blue; now it was pouring rain.

There were hardly any people on the street.

"Is Awen filming on location in the east?"

Helan asked.

"Probably, he was still here when I came an hour ago,"

Liang gently shook her.

"Did he know you were coming back?"

she asked again.

"Yes, he did. He went with me to buy this necklace this morning."

"I knew it! No wonder you know what I like, even what shape I should buy. Is it part of my dowry?"

Liang pursed his lips. "No way, do you remember he said he'd give me two packs of Marlboro cigarettes as part of my dowry?" The

rain stopped. Helan opened the window. Fresh air rushed in. A crazy idea suddenly popped into her head. Ignoring Liang's presence, she picked up her phone and called Wen: "You're in big trouble."

Wen replied curiously, "Isn't this kid done yet?"

Liang laughed and shouted from the side, "No, I haven't done it yet. We did it so many times yesterday, and you still want me to do it? Are you trying to make me die from exhaustion?"

He Lan said loudly, "I want to take wedding photos with Liang!"

Wen said anxiously, "Why is it taking so long for him to give you a necklace? Tell him to come back quickly, we need to sign the contract right away. We have to take the clients out for dinner tonight."

Liang couldn't delay any longer and hurriedly went out. Wen called again, "Lan, get ready, you must come tonight too."

The meeting with the various investors in the morning went very smoothly, and Yi Wen was in a good mood. Several people hired by the company also called him one after another, gathering in Lanzhou. Next, he would take them to the group's subsidiaries and factories scattered throughout Gansu to familiarize them with each other.

As one of the earliest listed companies in Northwest China, the client clearly had high hopes for them, hoping that Yi Wen's company could bring a good turnaround to their company and make up for the bad rumors in the stock market earlier.

Passing through a small meeting room, he saw Liang chatting enthusiastically with several people from the client company. He waved for them to continue.

Yi Wen went to the lounge, excited. This collaboration would be a huge leap forward for them, perhaps allowing them to break through the fierce competition in the Pearl River Delta. In this respect, he greatly admired Liang.

Although Liang usually seemed indifferent to the company and had recently been conducting research on the East Asian business circle, he was absolutely indispensable in facilitating this collaboration.

Thinking of this guy, Yi Wen felt a warm feeling that was hard to describe. He was definitely grateful to his friend. From childhood to adulthood, Liang had always stood by his side, even exceeding the ordinary brotherhood. He was quirky and seemingly carefree, but very meticulous. Whenever Yi Wen was confused and lost, he would often receive his insightful guidance, even if it was sometimes expressed in a playful and seemingly unintentional way. Yi Wen knew that he had put a lot of thought into it.

Yi Wen also sensed a slight pang of jealousy in his heart; he knew it was envy. He increasingly saw He Lan's attachment to Liang. Unlike in Shenzhen, He Lan now genuinely saw Liang as a man in love. Her gaze, and her attentiveness to his every move, clearly showed she was truly infatuated.

This wasn't Liang's fault. He wasn't a romantic; he didn't intentionally pay attention to women. But with He Lan, he was truly devoted. Yi Wen noticed it, perhaps because of the nature of the situation—this twisted love triangle was particularly captivating. He could

hear Liang's voice from here, and his mind felt a little chaotic, a little unsettled. Although he knew it shouldn't be, he felt a bit like a child who had gone too far with a prank.

He composed himself, laughing inwardly at himself for thinking about such things at a time like this. He saw the client's legal representative, surrounded by a group of people, coming up from downstairs, and he hurried to greet them.

Helan woke up late that morning, which was unusual for her; she was used to waking up early. But today, she was woken up by Liang's phone call, otherwise she might have missed lunch.

Hearing Liang's voice, she became unusually gentle, her heart trembling.

He asked her, "Are you awake?"

She softly replied, "Just opened my eyes. Is something wrong?"

He was silent for a moment on the other end of the line. "Nothing, I just wanted to hear your voice."

Helan felt a surge of heat rush through her, instantly spreading throughout her body, even causing her to convulse.

After a moment, "You guys are so busy over there, why are you calling? Where are you now?"

"I'm going to my room to get something, then I'll be down."

Then the two of them remained silent. Liang, who was usually outspoken, seemed like a different person. Because he was younger than Helan, he always considered himself her younger brother and spoke arrogantly and unrestrainedly.

But now, they could both hear each other's breathing.

"You should go quickly, don't be late,"

Helan said after a while.

"Oh, I'm going. We can't come back for lunch. Go downstairs and get something to eat yourself. The hotel restaurant is on the second floor, and there's also a restaurant on the rooftop. If you want a view, go eat up there."

"I know, you're treating me like a child,"

Helan said, feeling a warm glow inside, as if she was about to collapse.

After hanging up the phone, Helan felt like she was done for, her emotions spiraling out of control.

She had always been a very rational person, giving the impression of a dignified and beautiful lady from a well-to-do family, but at this moment, she missed him so much, uncontrollably wanting to see him.

Suddenly, Yi Wen's image flashed through her mind. She was surprised that she hadn't thought of him at all—her husband—letting her thoughts race wildly in a sea of desire.

Yi Wen was a good man, always a good man, a good husband, a good father.

Helan tried to defend herself: "It's all Yiwen's fault. He started it all. If it weren't for him, things wouldn't be like this now." But another voice immediately drifted over: "Would

things have ended like this if I hadn't been so indecisive?" She didn't know what Yiwen would think if he knew about her relationship with Liang. At the time, everyone tacitly treated it as an adult game, but now it was clearly out of control. Liang had even brought so many things from Shenzhen, all of them hers, each one so perfect, so fitting. Even if Helan had chosen them herself, she couldn't have been so exquisite.

"What should I do?"

she asked herself.

But she immediately knew she couldn't give up, couldn't give up this relationship, even the image of her nakedly intercourse with Liang flashed through her mind, she couldn't give up this blissful feast of flesh that felt like her soul leaving her body.

She took out her phone and sent Yiwen a text message: "I'm sorry, husband, I love you!"

She knew she wouldn't be able to eat much at noon, and with the streets gloomy, she didn't want to go out alone, so she lay in bed lost in thought, listlessly drifting off to sleep.

She woke up again around 2 PM. She forced herself to get up, walked to the window. The floor was high, offering a bird's-eye view of the time zone. The sunlight was intense, and the heat felt through the glass on her bare skin. She walked around the room naked, feeling a wonderful sensation. She felt she had truly fallen.

She saw Yi Wen's text message: "Silly girl, what's wrong? Okay, whatever you did, your husband forgives you!"

She burst out laughing, feeling much better.

After washing up, she went out and found a relatively clean shop, ordering a bowl of a local specialty, cold noodles. It was so spicy she kept chugging water. She used to love it, but she had avoided spicy food for a while, and now she couldn't even enjoy this delicious dish.

Entering the lobby, she received a call from Liang, "Where are you?"

"I'm grabbing something to eat near the hotel. What time are you guys coming back?"

"Later. We might have to go for a drive around the suburbs, visiting the two factories that are closer, and then splitting up to visit the farther ones."

She sensed something was off about his voice. Looking up, she saw Liang standing opposite her, calling her.

She glared at him, but couldn't be angry anymore. Such a grown man, still so mischievous!

He grabbed her hand and led her towards the elevator. Helan felt a little uncomfortable; in the bustling lobby, she felt a bit guilty, but his warm grip felt so good that she didn't care.

There were other people in the elevator. Helan's heart pounded. She gripped his hand tightly, blushing under his intense gaze. She was wearing the Ports dress Liang had given her yesterday; its fine fabric and workmanship perfectly accentuated her graceful figure.

Opening the door, Liang slammed it shut. The two faced each other behind the door. Helan suddenly pulled his head towards her, their hot lips pressing together in a kiss.

Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues entwined. Liang felt as if his body was about to explode; his lower body pressed against her lower abdomen, causing him intense discomfort. In their entanglement, they soon lay naked together. While undressing, they tripped and fell onto the carpet.

"I escaped,"

he said.

"I know!"

she gasped. "Why didn't you escape sooner?"

"Missed me?"

he said, lowering his head to suckle one of her breasts fiercely.

"Missed me, missed me terribly,"

she murmured, lost in ecstasy.

His hand reached down to her lower body, touching something wet. He showed her his palm, and she stared at him defiantly for a moment before shyly covering her face with his chest.

"Want it? If you want it, put it in yourself,"

he said.

"No,"

she turned her face away, giggling as she avoided his kiss.

Liang, unable to wait any longer, pushed her snow-white thighs apart, his hot glans pressing against her tender lips, and forcefully thrust inside…

“Oh…”

she groaned, her eyes tightly closed as she endured Liang’s powerful thrusts.

Liang playfully opened her eyes, she closed them again, then he opened them again. She simply gazed at his rising and falling movements with affection, her hips undulating in rhythm with his. Their union suddenly became more harmonious, the previous awkwardness gone. Both of them felt this, and Helan felt it too. No longer shy, she tilted her head back and actively sought a kiss, letting his tongue fill her as much as his lower body.

Liang's thrusts were fierce, completely different from Yi Wen's gentle approach. He thrust in and out relentlessly, his enormous penis hitting her cervix with almost every stroke, sending waves of tingling sensations through her…

Suddenly, he withdrew completely, flipping her over. She smiled and yielded to her partner's intentions, no longer shy, kneeling before him and exposing her snow-white, round buttocks. Liang initially knelt behind her to penetrate, but quickly became aroused by the stimulation before him. He stood up, wrapped his arms around her waist, and thrust forcefully.

Helan was practically screaming; this frenzy was exactly what her body craved. She was almost addicted to this madness. Love fluid flowed down her genitals, splashing onto her legs and the carpet. She didn't care about anything else; she was like a greedy female beast, blissfully accepting the pleasure.

Liang was probably tired; his pace slowed down. He placed his hands on her chest, grasping her swaying breasts in his hands, and licked her snow-white nape, letting Helan experience another kind of tender, intimate scene.

He whispered in her ear, licking her earlobe, and asked, "Do you like it?"

"Yes, I love it so much,"

she replied, turning her face to kiss him.

Helan's answer drove Liang wild with desire, and

he thrust into her again. Beads of sweat dripped onto her smooth, white back. She gently stopped his frenzy, leading him to the bed.

Helan wrung out a warm towel and wiped Liang's sweaty body, then nestled obediently in his arms, offering her tongue to him, their bodies intertwined.

"You rascal, why do you keep bothering me?"

Helan asked, her face flushed and her gaze tender as she looked at him.

Liang

chuckled foolishly, placing his hands on her breasts, playing with her erect, brown nipples, burying his face in her hair, inhaling its fragrance.

"I just like it, I like you, making love with you, fucking you."

It seemed he could only utter such shameless words when his face was hidden.

Liang's words sent a shiver down Helan's spine, her legs involuntarily wrapping around him. Yiwen would never speak such vulgar language to her; he was always polite and refined. But Liang's words excited her intensely. She gripped his body tightly. "I like it too, I like it," she wanted to say, but she felt ashamed and couldn't utter the words.

She pulled away from his embrace, nestled in his arms, and reached for Liang's erect penis, gently stroking it. Then she leaned down, staring intently at the throbbing member. Liang tried to sit up, but she playfully pressed him down, placing a pillow on his face.

Lowering her head, she began to lick, starting with the glans and slowly taking most of it into her mouth. While Helan wasn't particularly skilled in oral sex, the stimulation she gave Liang was unprecedented. He groaned continuously, searching. His hand touched her round buttocks, finding a slippery spot.

His fingers slipped into a spring, starting with one, then two, and finally three, caressing the entrance to desire, as if it were a mouth, insatiable. One finger was tightly gripping, while the other two or three were similarly glued together, creating a suction effect.

Helan let out a soft moan, quickly adapting to the foreign object entering her lower opening. She gently swayed her plump hips, enjoying the pleasure, and began her assault. She began to erotically sweep his glans and urethral opening with her tongue, her lips tightly sucking and rubbing his penis up and down. Excited, Liang couldn't help but lift his hips, wanting to penetrate deeper. She felt the impact in her throat, a feeling of discomfort. But she endured it. She could feel the man before her in pleasure, and she wanted him to be happy. She was willing to use any part of her body to make him happy.

Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She withdrew, panting heavily, looking apologetically at the man lying before her. He was still teasing her, his fingers squeezing and playing with her vulva, her pubic hair soaked with the fluids he had ejaculated.

She lay down quickly and shamelessly, pleading with the man, "Quick...quickly, do me."

He wasn't in a hurry to enter her. He made her lie down, spreading her two snow-white thighs wide open in a wanton manner, exposing her private parts nakedly. For Helan, such a move was unthinkable. She had never, and absolutely never, ever acted so brazenly before. But now she was obediently naked, like an exhibitionist, showing everything.

Her reddish-brown vulva was perfect, but unlike her bright appearance, the area around her labia was covered with fine hairs. The previous intercourse and the excitement had already made her vulva slightly open, seemingly anticipating the intruder.

Underneath the skin, her clitoris throbbed like a pink pearl. Liang pressed his lips against it without hesitation, sucking hard, stimulating Helan to the point of almost crying.

The resilient woman finally waited for him. Bright light finally filled her. He even curiously looked down as his member freely entered her, then looked at the woman beneath him with satisfied tenderness. This was the woman he had long admired, his friend, his brother's wife. But now, she was writhing and yielding beneath him, and he felt a pang of regret, as if he couldn't fully possess such a beauty.

But he quickly relented. With such affection, he could hold this woman in his arms almost constantly, freely caressing and playing with her, and he had won her favor. What more could he ask for? His

penis, inserted in that tender spot, felt the excited throbbing of her vagina. Helan prepared to enjoy her climax. The throbbing had already begun. With her husband, she usually experienced pleasure, but with the man before her, in the few times they had been together, she knew he could take her to an even greater peak.

She cupped his face in her hands: "Oh, I like it, so powerful, keep going, you're going to fuck me to pieces."

"To pieces? Can't your husband fuck you anymore?"

"It's okay."

Liang started rambling too, "Who do you like to fuck?"

"I like them all."

"Who do you like more?"

"You!"

"Why?"

"Because it feels good." "Do you

like to fuck me?"

"Yes."

"Don't you care that I'm an old woman?"

She was thrusting into him hard from below.

"You're not old, you're the woman I like to fuck the most."

Liang paused, because he felt he was about to ejaculate, and also because he had used the word "fuck.

" "Fuck me, I like it."

Helan's answer made him even more nervous.

"Sister Lan, do you know? I feel so good."

"I know, me too."

"I want you to only be fucked by me, okay?"

"No."

"Don't let Brother Wen fuck you."

"No."

"Suppose, as long as you agree to me now, let me feel possessing you."

"Okay, I'll only have you."

"Oh... Sister Lan."

Liang was on the verge of collapse.

Helan still had a sliver of consciousness. Looking at the man convulsing on top of her, she lovingly wiped the fine sweat from his forehead. "Now you completely possess me, don't you? I want both of you, but as a woman, I want you even more."

Liang smiled at her, very satisfied.

"Now..."

Helan felt waves of pleasure surging through her, and she could barely speak. "Now, fuck your...woman hard..."

Liang thrust harder...her vagina was being turned inside out by his thrusts...

"Liang...husband, I want to be your woman, okay? I want you, you can't not...want me, okay? Fuck me...fill me with your semen...I only want you...I love you! Oh...oh...oh..."

Liang ejaculated profusely...

panting...

before he could catch his breath, Helan suddenly pushed him away, hurriedly wrapped herself in a towel, and rushed into the bathroom...

After coming out of the bathroom, Helan went straight to the bed and lay down without saying a word, wrapping herself tightly in the thin blanket. Liang was a little puzzled and shook her shoulders. Shaking her, he asked, "What's wrong?"

She didn't answer. Liang continued to shake her. Helan sighed and turned around. "Go wash up. You have important things to do."

He hadn't truly understood the heart of a mature woman. After the passion subsided and her boiling blood cooled, Helan was overwhelmed by guilt. After all, their encounter had an element of adultery. Liang, who was at work, secretly running back to seek pleasure with her was not a reasonable or appropriate act. She regretted her frivolity.

As a man, Liang couldn't fully understand her thoughts at this moment. He thought she had done something wrong, but he didn't know what to say, so he just leaned against the headboard.

After a while, there was no movement. Helan turned to look at him and felt a little sorry for him. She gently kissed his chest. "I'm fine. My mind is just a little muddled. Go wash up."

She gave him a playful push. "You're all sweaty."

Liang obediently went in and came out completely clean.

Helan was still lost in thought when he walked to the bedside. She didn't realize what was happening until he came to her senses. Seeing his expression, she gave a forced, coquettish laugh: "You're so annoying! Who told you to get dressed in the middle?" He patted her face:

"Sleep a little longer, I'm going to the company."

"Okay." He kissed her cheek: "It's okay, I know what you're thinking. It's my fault." She laughed: "What are you talking about? It's not that serious. I'm just a little confused, it's not your fault." Liang left. After thinking it over, she took out her phone and called Yiwen. He answered but didn't speak, letting Yiwen call out for a while. "When are you coming back?" she finally asked after a long pause. "Can you make it back for dinner? What's wrong?" "Oh, then I'll wait for you to come back so we can eat together." "Are you alright? I'll hang up now." Before he could finish, Helan said, "Someone has already come back." "What?" Yiwen didn't understand at first. "Oh, I see, you little brat came to apologize." "Who apologized?" Helan's face flushed, and she used the opportunity to act coquettishly. "Okay, I understand. It's not convenient to talk now. I'll settle the score one by one when I get back." "Ugh!" He Lan, having gotten the better deal, feigned innocence and hung up the phone, feeling a huge weight lifted off her shoulders. She then sent Liang a text message from the phone: "Work hard, don't get angry!" Having done all this, she felt much more energetic. She jumped out of bed and within minutes had tidied herself up, looking radiant and charming. However, as she looked in the mirror, she felt something was off about her appearance. Suddenly, she remembered something Yi Wen had said to her when she was getting ready to leave after a trip. She remembered seeing herself like this in the mirror back then. Yi Wen had said, "You look like you've been indulging in too much sex." "Ugh, Yi Wen! Too much? Too much?" She made a face at the mirror like a mischievous child. She took a taxi to Wuquan Mountain. This was a relatively famous park in Lanzhou. It was said that if the five springs inside flowed at the same time, the area would flood; they never flowed simultaneously. Unfortunately, the scene inside was quite different from before; many Buddhist halls had been added. She quickly came down, but the tea stall at the park entrance caught her eye. She casually ordered melon seeds and a large bowl of tea, leisurely munching on them. That's the good thing about Lanzhou's climate; even on the hottest days, as long as there's something to shield you from the direct sunlight, you can sit comfortably. Bored, she dialed her sister's number and told He Yu that she was drinking tea alone in the park, and in a large, three-tiered bowl. He Yu almost burst out laughing. "What are you doing there? Just wandering around aimlessly? You might as well stay home!"

Her son was at her sister's house, out rollerblading with his cousin.

"Go out and check, make sure he doesn't bump into anything."

"Okay, I'm hanging up."

He Lan, a well-dressed beauty, attracted a lot of attention sitting at the tea stall, though only glances were exchanged. He Lan's appearance was indeed striking and dignified; no wonder Yi Wen jokingly told her to go pick up a handsome guy when she was bored at home, she always said no one dared to approach her. "

My looks are what you call upright, making evil people hesitate," she often teased Yi Wen.

At school, she got along well with teachers and students; her kindness and lack of conflict naturally earned her goodwill.

Yi Wen and the client's group went to Baiyin that afternoon, a neighboring city in Gansu. Compared to Gansu, its industrial base was quite good, and recently many investors from Jiangsu and Zhejiang had come to seek their fortune, boosting related industries. Overall, its development potential was no less than that of the provincial capital, Lanzhou.

This is the birthplace of Party A. Party A wanted Yi Wen to come here to create a buzz, to speak to government departments and those who, though retired, still held influence. Yi Wen was already very familiar with this uniquely Chinese economic atmosphere, and he was happy to showcase the company's bright future development blueprint to them. Of course, he subtly implied the company's boldness and promising prospects in this collaboration, though of course, boldness and prospects were backed by money. On

the way back, Yi Wen finally had time to think about his wife. Liang's workload in Lanzhou wasn't actually that heavy, because he didn't do much actual work at the company; at most, he was just a consultant. This was far from Liang's ability. The key was that the company wasn't very interested in him, and the things he tinkered with all day didn't involve much communication with Yi Wen. Yi Wen had no choice but to waste resources and seek talent elsewhere.

He knew exactly what Helan's call meant. She was too kind. He could guess some of the details of today's events, but it put a lot of pressure on Helan. If she didn't tell him, she would definitely have trouble sleeping. Now that he had finished everything and was calming down to think about Helan and Liang, he actually felt a stirring in his lower body. The client had sent a driver to take him back to Lanzhou. The young man was quite quiet. When he saw Yi Wen close his eyes, he didn't say anything more, only saying, "Boss, you sleep, okay? I'll call you when we get there,"

and then he drove off silently.

He was already very tired yesterday. By the time he got off the plane and arrived at the Jinjiang Sunshine Hotel, it was already past 11. He talked to Liang for a while, and it was already very late. Then the three of them stayed up most of the night, barely getting any sleep. Now, putting aside work, he was half-asleep thinking about this. The image of his lovely wife naked floated around in his mind, sometimes beside him, sometimes in Liang's arms, both scenes very warm and cozy.

Helan was sometimes gentle, sometimes wanton, but always appeared obedient and docile. Perhaps Helan was overthinking things; she wasn't entirely clear about Liang's role in the company. He was merely a partner in a friendly sense. It was Yiwen who insisted on giving him company shares from the beginning. Although it was only a few hundred thousand yuan, the initial shares were now a considerable sum. At the end of the year, Liang always said he'd take the profits when needed. Liang had some investments outside, but not large ones. This guy had changed a lot. Before dragging Yiwen to the south, he was purely a money-grubbing speculator. But after accumulating some wealth, he seemed to want to withdraw with nothing, constantly engaging in inexplicable activities.

Helan feared she might see Liang as someone who would abandon the company for love, believing his role in the company was just as important as Yiwen's. Therefore, running away to enjoy a moment of pleasure at this time would be an absolute betrayal of Yiwen. Helan liked Liang, as Yiwen knew, but her thinking in this way truly moved Yiwen. It's said that women lose their rationality in the face of love, but she was clearly not entirely like that.

When the three of them were together, she was always happy, and her happiness made Yi Wen happy too.

Yi Wen wondered how to relieve his beloved wife's pressure. Perhaps his approach to facilitating her relationship with Liang was a mistake.

The prevailing opinion at the time was that sex and love could be separated; enjoying sex was enjoying life, but what if sex and love came together?

The three of them ate dinner at a Chinese restaurant below Jinjiang Yangguan, in a quiet private room. Soft music played, the food was delicious, and the atmosphere was warm and slightly ambiguous. During the meal, Yi Wen persuaded He Lan to drink quite a bit of red wine; two bottles were emptied.

Yi Wen said, "It seems there shouldn't be any problems here. Let the colleagues handle the rest. Thanks to an old friend's help, the cinematographer who just finished filming a Coca-Cola commercial in Hainan has been transferred here. The team can rest assured. There shouldn't be any issues in the next few days. Each department needs a handover process." "

Honey, haven't you always wanted to visit Labrang Monastery in Gannan? Actually, we could also go to Dongxiang."

He Lan was overjoyed: "Really! That's great! It's a deal then. If you need to spend any money, don't back down."

He Lan had always had a wish to find a suitable school here and donate some funds or find a few one-on-one sponsors.

Seeing his wife's excited expression, Yi Wen readily agreed, "Don't worry, I doubt you'll use up all our savings. Anyway, Liang will be going with you; he'll give you advice."

"You're not going?"

Hearing that she was going with Liang, He Lan's face flushed red. She glanced at Liang, "Then I won't go either." "

No, I have to fly home tomorrow. There's a lot to do there."

She then explained to Liang about signing a promotional spokesperson contract for a clothing brand in Macau.

"Then I'll go back too. It's a rare summer vacation for our son; it wouldn't be good if I didn't spend time with him. My sister and the others are quite busy too."

He Lan blushed as she argued.

"Silly wife, you only arrived yesterday. Besides, I'll be back in three days at the latest. If I have time, I'll come visit you all. I'll also find myself a school, build one in my name, and have it on par with yours. Oh, and don't forget about the boy; it won't cost much, why not?"

Liang shook his head and smiled.

He Lan stopped arguing, giving Liang a tender look.

Later, Liang excused himself to pay the bill and left the private room. Helan complained, "Ugh, what are you doing? I'm not going."

Yi Wen grabbed her hand, "I really was going, but something came up. Just wanted to clear my head, it's fine. Your matter involves negotiating with the other party, so Liang will definitely have to go with you."

"Come on,"

she pulled her hand back, "Don't I know you?"

She lowered her head, somewhat resentfully, "Why do you insist on putting me and him together?"

Yi Wen quickly moved a chair next to her, grinning, "It's my fault, you know I have a bit of a dark side, haha, besides... haha... didn't you want to go a long time ago?"

Sometimes Helan didn't know whether to be grateful or angry; Yi Wen always gave her a way out, never hurting her pride.

"He was so busy today and still came back to cause trouble, aren't you angry?"

Helan looked at him quietly and asked.

"You don't know, he would never abandon his job."

At this moment, Liang came in, and the two stopped talking.

Back in the room, while Helan went to take a shower, Yi Wen called Liang to the study in the suite, sat him down, and tossed him a cigarette. Whenever he did this, it meant he had something serious to discuss. Liang composed himself and lit the cigarette with a match.

"What's so nervous about?"

Yi Wen smiled, noticing his awkwardness. "It's just a talk."

"I understand, go ahead."

Liang had always been Wen's junior, deeply respecting him. Even when Liang had achieved some success in the south while Wen was still a lowly clerk, he never forgot this long-standing habit.

"I just want to remind you not to get too carried away. If you're willing..."

Wen glanced towards the bathroom, "Of course, it also depends on her willingness. She'll always be by your side, not just mine, but yours too."

He paused, then continued, "But this superficial relationship still needs to be maintained. After all, we have a son, a family. If one day you and Xiao Li get back together or start a new family, I'll remind her to be mindful of this. Apart from that, in any other aspect, whatever form it takes, if you're happy, I'll be happy."

Liang's face flushed red, his head bowed, not looking up.

"This time when she came, I noticed she seemed much more relaxed than in Shenzhen. What clever trick did you use?"

Wen felt the atmosphere was a bit somber and tried to lighten his tone. "Last night I wasn't completely passive anymore, heh... this afternoon I'll probably be even more unrestrained, right?"

Wen himself could hear the forced calmness in his voice.

Liang didn't say a word. It wasn't

until Wen offered him a second cigarette that he finally understood.

By the time Helan came out, they were both back on the sofa in the living room.

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