[Urban] Summer (Complete) - 7-9

Standing before

the bathroom mirror, the woman in the mirror still possessed a certain charm. She gave herself a faint, self-deprecating laugh. The pressure from her affair with Yi Wen had eased considerably overnight, mainly thanks to He Lan's performance the previous day.

Their marital life had been incomplete for several years. Even when her husband was in relatively good health, it often ended inconclusively. Over time, such matters had become optional. In today's society, women her age, with their charm and elegance, faced constant temptations. However, the pressure and self-discipline she maintained had created an impenetrable barrier around her.

Now, with almost no resistance, that barrier had shattered, likely broken by the maid He Lan.

He Lan's subtle influence on her had begun long ago. She knew He Lan was also suppressing her desires; after all, they weren't the same age. Years of separation had been awkward, and they spent almost every spare moment together. Both were very self-respecting women, guarding their inner desires with a sisterly bond. After all, this wasn't the era of Meng Jiangnu.

However, ever since Helan's mood changed, Xiaoya realized that something might have happened to her. She didn't deliberately try to find out, but Helan, unable to bear her inner panic, intermittently revealed some things, which initially shocked Xiaoya. But as time went on, seeing Helan's happy demeanor, she couldn't bear to discourage her.

Now, she had unknowingly been dragged into this mess. Xiaoya was somewhat prepared for this trip, but she truly didn't know Liang would be accompanying her. Yiwen was already like family to Xiaoya, and in her wavering heart, if something were to happen, Yiwen would be a man more likely to accept it.

As it turned out, Yiwen's reserve and rationality were what Xiaoya admired, even his performance in bed matched her ideal man—perhaps because there was no one else to compare him to. Lost in thought, Xiaoya felt her face burning.

Stepping outside, she found the room deserted. Xiaoya quickly tidied up the living room, peeled a pear for herself, and ate it. Those lazybones certainly wouldn't get up for breakfast; the pear would do.

Yiwen was the last to wake up, practically dragged out of bed by Helan. Helan, Xiaoya, and Liang had gone for a walk up the mountain, but Yiwen was still snoring loudly. It was already lunchtime. About 500-600 meters behind the villa was a famous waterfall. The drop wasn't huge, but it was famous for its constant flow. Below it was a nearly one-acre pool, crystal clear.

As soon as Helan reached the pool, she started shouting like a child. The water flow was considerable; the drop of over ten meters already created a spray of mist. Standing around the pool for a while would leave you covered in water droplets. There were more than ten men, women, and children in the water. Helan scooped up a handful and exclaimed that it was icy cold, surprised that even the children could soak in it like that.

"Silly girl, actually, once you're in the water, it doesn't feel so cold anymore."

Helan slapped Liang's bottom. "Why don't you go down and enjoy it too?

" "Let's go together! "

Liang was eager to try.

"Silly, we didn't bring swimsuits, how can we go in? Besides, can I even go in?"

Liang suddenly realized and really started rubbing his hands together. In the end, Yiwen and Liang both jumped into the water. Helan stood on the side, playing with the children in the water, and muttered complaints to Xiaoya about Yiwen. He hadn't mentioned this place before they came. Well, in this sweltering heat, nothing is more attractive than such clear, cool water.

Yiwen protested in the water. "I've never been here before. I always just take a quick look, have a meal, and then go down. Don't you remember Liang was leading the way to the top of the mountain last night? I even led the wrong way!"

Xiaoya laughed, stopping Helan from complaining about her husband any further. "Didn't I tell you you wouldn't be able to get in the water anyway?"

"No, I'm going to yell at him."

Helan pouted and pretended to scold him, "Xiaoliang, hold him down and force him to drink some water!"

Xiaoya shook her head, picked up their clothes, and walked away, too lazy to listen to her nonsense. They were too close to the waterfall.

After a while, their clothes were completely soaked.

Yiwen swam over and poked his head out next to Helan: "You brat, are you trying to murder your husband?"

Helan smacked her lips and splashed water on his face: "Pah, you're clearly a harlot, I don't want you anymore!"

"Don't talk nonsense, people can hear you."

Yiwen said.

Helan looked around and saw that many more people were coming up. They might really be able to hear her. Feeling a little embarrassed, she got up and walked over to Xiaoya, one taller than the other. The two of them found a shady spot to sit down and wait for the two boys to come ashore. When they went back, the two men, wearing only shorts, were in front, and the two women followed behind carrying their clothes. It was a very awkward scene. To outsiders, they would definitely look like two couples on a mountain vacation.

Helan told Xiaoya about her idea, only to be scolded harshly. She stuck out her tongue and ignored her. She returned to her room, laughing and joking, but then a problem arose. Helan suddenly seemed to collapse. Xiaoya touched her forehead; she seemed to have a fever. Yiwen recalled that she probably caught a chill from the cold shower she took before bed the night before. Xiaoya guessed the same thing and quickly took out some medicine from her bag for her. Then she told Helan to go upstairs and get some sleep.

Helan went upstairs, but came back down at the bottom of the stairs.

Xiaoya was a little puzzled: "What are you doing? You came back down again?"

"Hehe, I was a little worried. I didn't want both of them to be under your spell."

"Pah! You brat, looks like you're not feverish enough, still being cheeky."

Helan giggled as she went upstairs, almost bumping into Liang, who had changed his clothes and was coming down. Yiwen was still in the room. Helan went in to sleep, and he sat on the edge of the bed with concern, touching her forehead.

"You're burning up quite a bit, shall we head down the mountain and go back soon?"

"Why? It's nothing, maybe it's just from being out in the sun, or maybe it's heatstroke. A little rest will do. Aren't you disappointed if we just go down like this?"

"Disappointed about what? You silly girl!"

Yi Wen playfully rubbed her face.

"Hmph, you're not telling the truth!"

she said.

"It's you, isn't it? You came all this way, only to find your good day has come early, and now you're feeling disappointed."

"Get lost, I'm not like that."

Husband, she grabbed his hand, as if there was something she couldn't say.

"What's wrong? Why are you hesitating?"

"If the atmosphere is good, Sister Xiaoya might be much more open than you think."

"Hehe, thinking about that? Why do you expect her to be so open?"

he teased her.

"Actually, you're all my closest people now. I hope anything that makes you happy will happen naturally."

"Hey, God! What kind of world is this?! Everything's turned upside down, and now it's Miss He giving us a lesson!"

Yi Wen jumped up and shouted in surprise.

"Ugh, you stinky husband!"

He Lan tried to sit up, but perhaps she was feeling unwell, and she fell back down.

"Alright, alright, enough joking around. Let it happen naturally. You know how good you are with women, buddy. If it's really possible, let it happen, but don't force it."

"Then tell me, how does it feel to be with Xiao Ya?"

Yi Wen didn't know how to answer.

Just then, Xiaoya suddenly came in. "I almost forgot, maybe it's not a chill, maybe it's heatstroke."

"No way, it's so hot down here, I've never had heatstroke before,"

Helan said.

"Silly girl, heatstroke isn't just about temperature, it's also about air pressure. Take some medicine to relieve the heat, it won't hurt. If it really is heatstroke, you'll feel even worse later."

Helan obediently swallowed another handful of antipyretic pills.

"It's good to have a doctor around,"

Yiwen said.

"You jinx, it's better to have a doctor around all the time, we'll just waste his time,"

Xiaoya laughed and scolded him.

"Alright, it's nothing."

He drew the curtains for Helan, closed the door, and left the room. Entering Xiaoya's room, Yiwen quietly hugged her from behind. She struggled, but he turned her around.

"Don't be silly, he's downstairs,"

she pointed to Liang sitting in the living room downstairs.

Yiwen turned her face and gently kissed her. Xiaoya quietly accepted, her body relaxing as she tried to struggle.

"Your head is covered in sweat,"

she said.

"It's just water,"

he said.

They both laughed.

Then they leaned closer, Yi Wen pulling her into his arms, one hand slipping inside her clothes down to her chest.

"You're so annoying,"

she said.

"Hehe."

He had already touched her nipple, gently pinching it.

"I know, you're the culprit behind everything,"

she said, looking at him.

"Yeah, hehe."

"You'll make the girl sad, you scoundrel."

"Yeah, I won't, she was just trying to talk me out of it."

"What? She was afraid I couldn't handle you alone, so she brought that guy downstairs!"

"Pah!"

Xiao Ya tried to push him away, but she was weak and had no strength. Luckily, they heard voices downstairs. They were standing at Xiao Ya's door; if someone came upstairs, they would be the first thing they saw. Reluctantly, they let go of each other.

"I'll go down and see,"

he said.

"Okay."

She blushed and slipped into the bathroom.

Downstairs, the resort staff came to deliver broadband equipment to the room. Yi Wen remembered he had some work to do that morning, and since not every room had broadband, he had specifically called the front desk to request it. The staff explained briefly, put down the equipment, and left. Liang sat on the sofa, staring at the TV.

"Aren't you going to rest?"

Yi Wen asked Liang.

"You seem very reserved this time, not like you at all,"

Yi Wen said.

"Hehe, really?"

"You seem a bit silly all the time."

Liang laughed at his words.

"Really, don't you realize it yourself? You're even too reserved in front of Lan, you don't even dare go into her room?"

"Hehe, it's not that..."

Liang glanced up at Xiao Ya's room.

"Idiot."

Yi Wen lowered his voice: "The fortress will soon be breached, and Lan deserves a lot of credit. What are you being so reserved about?"

"Hehe."

"The girl already saw that you didn't have good intentions towards the higher-ups. Don't worry, she even wants to play matchmaker. She was just stirring things up. This silly girl has really fallen."

Liang felt a tickle in his heart, but didn't show it. He turned off the TV with the remote. "I'll go to her room and see if she's feeling any better."

Xiaoya was sleeping with her back to the outside. Yiwen went in but didn't react. He sat next to her, took her hand, and played with it.

"The broadband's connected, why aren't you getting to work?"

Xiaoya said.

"No rush, there's a priority to everything."

She turned around, staring at him with some confusion, then understood when she saw his lecherous gaze.

"You brat, I never knew you were such a bad seed."

He reached out and rubbed her breasts outside her clothes.

"How am I bad? At most, I was just following orders."

Yiwen sincerely shifted the blame onto Helan.

"Ugh, it's all your fault. How innocent was she before?"

"Hehe, innocent and stupid are synonymous. I just got scolded by her, I'm caught in the middle."

She ignored him, just looking at him with a wry smile as she argued.

"That girl said she wants you to experience the same happiness she enjoys. I was just giving her a pep talk down there."

"Pah! Dream on! I'm getting up and going home right now!"

"Don't be so resolute. How will you know if you don't try? You can't take back what you've said." "

Try my ass!"

she scolded playfully.

Yi Wen chuckled and tried to reach under her clothes, but she pushed him away.

"Ugh, get out of here! I want to sleep for a while."

"Okay, okay, I'll get out."

Yi Wen knew that the previous topic had already been too much for Xiao Ya, and continuing might make her unable to handle it. So he turned the fan down, pulled a thin blanket from the foot of the bed and placed it next to her, and lightly pinched her buttock as he left. Xiao Ya kicked him.

"Get away from me, you pervert!"

Her expression was full of flirtatious charm.

Back in their room, Liang leaned against the bed, Helan nestled close to him. Hearing him enter, they separated slightly. Helan's body was partially exposed, her clothes twisted, revealing one of her white breasts, clearly from Liang's earlier caresses. Helan blushed and called out, "Husband.

" "I'll get a pack of cigarettes,"

Yiwen said.

He took the cigarettes from his bag, grabbed his laptop bag, and came out; the broadband was downstairs. Helan had been drowsy, but Liang's arrival had banished all sleepiness. His earlier caresses had left her agitated and flustered, but she was unable to resist her own needs. She clung to him, feeling a slight sense of satisfaction.

"You don't care about me at all,"

she said.

"Where?"

"Then why don't you even come to my room?"

"Oh…"

Liang hesitated, then simply leaned in to kiss her. Helan lazily accepted his tongue sliding in her mouth, her breath coming in short gasps. Liang felt uncomfortable, so he ripped off her shirt and roughly kneaded her breasts, panting heavily.

Helan laughed and asked, "Uncomfortable?"

"Hehe, um."

Her hand slid down to his erection, which was already quite prominent. She slipped her hand inside the elastic band of his sweatpants, fully grasping it and slowly stroking it. Watching his satisfied expression, Helan felt a surge of happiness in her heart.

Like a child, doing the smallest thing and then asking his mother for a reward. What he probably did was, after coming out, focus all his attention on her, ignoring another beautiful woman—if that could be called doing something. A very relaxed mood, a strange feeling, simply because he acted differently towards Xiaoya and herself.

Of course it would be different; this man beside her, at least so far, had nothing to do with Xiaoya. She mentally berated herself for being so petty.

His penis swelled even more in her hand, intermittently groaning. Helan found it amusing to watch Liang's rich facial expressions. He opened his eyes, seeing her watching so intently, and felt a little embarrassed, pressing her head down. Helan might have misunderstood this as him needing her to do something else; she obediently bent down, pulled down his sweatpants, exposing his magnificent penis to the air, composed herself, and gently enveloped it with her mouth.

In his excitement, Liang squeezed his hands against her breasts, kneading them out of shape. He even bent down to lick her nipples alternately. Helan pushed him away; she couldn't take any more stimulation. If he didn't stop, she feared she would recklessly expose herself and go wild. But she couldn't; she held onto her last shred of rationality.

She just worked even harder, hoping Liang would finish quickly and make him feel better.

Suddenly, he cupped her face and whispered in her ear, avoiding her gaze, "Want me to ejaculate in your mouth?"

She laughed. "Of course, you silly boy."

After receiving the command, he went from relaxed to tense, then from tense to relaxed again, finally giving himself all to her in a spasm…

She pulled his penis out with her hand, looked at the liquid dripping from Liang's glistening head, smiled, and then took it back into her mouth, licking it clean before swallowing it with a gulp. Liang was moved once more, speechless, and hugged him tightly. The pleasure from head to toe made him jump.

"Is it good?"

she giggled, pressing her face against his.

"Mmm."

He took a deep breath.

"Hehe, do you love me?"

He hugged her, puzzled as to why this woman kept asking this question. He didn't know this woman valued him more than anything else; perhaps she shouldn't, but he couldn't help it. Like before, he answered without hesitation, "Yes."

He knew it was genuine.

Helan felt a little shy, wondering if Liang's final roar had carried. She stood up and straightened her clothes and the bed, which looked like a scene from a battle. Lying back down, she pinched his nose.

"Actually, you're not good, I know."

"Know what?"

"You don't have no bad thoughts about Xiaoya either."

Liang cried out in protest.

"Hehe."

Liang's reaction pleased her. Although she hoped to see Xiaoya conquered by the two men beside her, she still felt a pang of reluctance. If they themselves had such fervent desires, it made her heart ache even more. Wanting the horse to run but not feeding it. Hehe, she laughed at her own thoughts.

Xiaoya had a wonderful afternoon nap, and when she woke up, she was still savoring the dream she'd just had. It was Yi Wen's frivolous advances before bed that had led her to such an erotic dream, one she almost didn't want to wake from. In the dream, she freely enjoyed the love of being a woman. The dream quickly faded upon waking, but she still remembered the pleasurable feeling.

Her legs felt wet and slippery; this was a common reaction, something she was used to. She ignored it and was too lazy to get up, but soon Helan and the others would probably be calling her for dinner again. Eating and sleeping all the time would likely cause her to gain weight in just a few days. Oh well, she rarely had such a relaxing time these days.

Lying in bed, she called home. She hadn't spoken to them since arriving on the mountain yesterday.

Her husband answered quickly, as if he were right beside her.

"Did you have a good time?"

His gentle voice on the phone made her feel a warm glow inside, a familiar kind of tenderness.

"What's so good about it? I slept all afternoon and haven't gotten up yet."

"Hehe, tired?"

"Going out is tiring. How about you? Don't feel unwell?"

she asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine, don't worry, have fun."

"Okay, we'll be back tomorrow. By the way, if the pork rib soup in the fridge isn't finished, don't eat it. It's not good to eat it if it's left out for too long."

"Okay, I know."

After hanging up the phone, she felt much more at ease. After many years of marriage, that sense of responsibility and affection was irreplaceable. She and her husband had been together since high school, but later, when they went to different universities, they relied on letters to support each other until they got married. Their relationship had always been good. Even after her husband suffered setbacks at work, she never uttered a word of complaint, only gaining a deep understanding of the dirty dealings between the government, officials, and businesses in today's society.

She never mentioned the past, afraid of hurting him again. She had no complaints; she was a content woman. Now her child was doing well in school, was sensible, ambitious, and had good grades, which put her at ease.

If there was any regret, it was the turmoil her heart had experienced these past two days. She had long since lost interest in romantic love; at some point, when desire occasionally surfaced, she learned to handle it herself. If things went well, she and her husband could enjoy a bland, unexciting experience. External temptations were frequent, but none had ever reached the point of causing her to lose control.

Such temptations were common in reality, but she hadn't expected this one to be so shocking. In her dizziness, she was astonished that she hadn't been frightened, and instead, she began to crave it. Often, a single expression or glance from Helan and the others would cause her heart to flutter. The beautiful dream that had just stirred her desire was proof of that.

After a while, Xiaoya got up, quickly washed up, and left her room. Looking down the stairs, the living room was empty; Helan's room door was tightly closed, while the door to the innermost room was wide open. She hesitated, unsure whether to go downstairs or… She went inside anyway.

Upon entering, she saw Liang, shirtless, doing push-ups on the carpet. He'd been doing them for a while, humming and counting, completely oblivious to her coming in. His ears were flushed red, and sweat trickled down his back.

She quietly counted after him, eight-six, eight-seven, until they reached one hundred. Liang collapsed onto the carpet with a thud, and Xiaoya chuckled, only then noticing him. He sat up, saw her, and gave an embarrassed smile.

"I'm starving and looking for someone to eat, but I didn't expect you to have this much energy. Amazing! One hundred in one go, that's practically athlete level, right?"

Xiaoya teased.

He pointed to the towel beside her, which she tossed to him.

He took the towel and wiped his sweat. "What can I do? I have energy but nowhere to use it, so I just waste it like this."

Xiaoya understood his implication and glared at him, feigning anger. He realized she wasn't really angry and chuckled, feeling a bit smug.

"How can you all be so shameless?"

Xiao Ya glanced at him helplessly. Even Yi Wen had been like this these past two days. She'd wanted to get closer and talk to them, but they always seemed to have the upper hand without her even realizing it. She wasn't used to being direct, so that unspoken warmth had stalled. She knew that if she went any further, she'd become one of them. She gritted her teeth and ignored him, a little angry, a little amused, trying to suppress a chuckle.

But everyone could sense that they were both relaxed, not as tense as before. He Lan and Yi Wen hadn't slept at first, but once they did, they couldn't stop themselves. By the time they received Liang's call and arrived at the restaurant with He Lan, Xiao Ya and Liang had already been drinking tea for a while and had ordered their food.

The mountain villa was completely different tonight than yesterday. Gone was the hustle and bustle of the previous night; it was even a bit quiet after dinner. Since people had come to escape the heat, they quietly enjoyed the coolness, no longer rushing around like last night. Apart from a few people drinking tea around the stone tables under the ancient camphor trees, there was no one else around.

After the four of them finished eating, they went to the dance hall that had been so noisy the night before. After Liang and Helan performed a song, Liang was then encouraged by Yi Wen to spar with Xiaoya. Sweating profusely, Xiaoya's face was full of approval. Yi Wen knew that the boy's irresistible charm had finally worked. Looking at Helan, her expression remained natural; knowing he was watching her, she gave him a knowing look.

After a few rounds, they were also sweating. No one had drunk alcohol during dinner, but now there was a pile of Budweiser cans on the table. While Yi Wen and Xiaoya were dancing, Helan took Liang's hand.

"I'm jealous! All that attention this night, how annoying!"

Liang said helplessly… Helan laughed. A slow waltz was playing, and she dragged him onto the dance floor, defiantly moving to Xiaoya and Yiwen's side. She pressed herself against Liang, provocatively bumping into them. Luckily, the dance hall wasn't crowded yet, and no one saw their antics. It seemed Xiaoya had really made a name for herself dancing in the square; her stamina was excellent. Later, when everyone else was too tired to dance anymore, she was still perfectly fine.

Back in the room, Helan hummed the song they'd sung in the dance hall like a little girl, still wanting more, saying she'd definitely learn it if there was a karaoke bar. Yiwen was a bit confused.

He asked, "What song is it?"

"It's this one, 'Don't hurt me anymore, don't hurt me anymore.'"

She repeated only this one line, probably unaware of the rest of the lyrics.

"Hehe, no one's going to hurt you, at least not for the next few days."

His words sounded normal, but his malicious expression made Helan incredibly annoyed when she realized what he meant. She chased after him, trying to hit him, but luckily he ran ahead of Xiaoya.

"What are you doing, girl? What kind of woman makes her husband run around like this?"

"You don't know what he said."

"Huh? What did he say?"

"Shut up!"

Yiwen shouted from ahead.

This time, Helan didn't betray him; she giggled and ran ahead, linking arms with Yiwen as they walked.

"She's acting all crazy, I don't know what she's doing."

Xiaoya's mutterings made Helan and Yiwen burst into laughter... Tomorrow they were going home, and Helan knew that the scheme she had proposed had already made Yiwen eager to try it. After today, it was unlikely they'd have another chance. While washing up in the room, she seriously told Yiwen, "You've got the desire but not the guts, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

"Hehe, so you mean, wife, you'll have to force me?"

"Go! You try! Force me? We'll see who comes out on top."

She then sat on the sofa watching the Hunan TV hosts laughing and joking. Yiwen wanted to go over, but was a little embarrassed. He only left after Helan noticed he was still in the room and urged him again, feigning an innocent reluctance.

Before leaving, he teased her, "You'll have to massage your back and legs when they ache later."

"Hehe, okay."

Helan smiled and stood up to see him off. For some reason, she felt her facial muscles stiffen and become unresponsive when she laughed. He stepped out the door, only to be dragged back in by her, and given a long, passionate kiss.

"Let's go, Amir, let's go!"

Helan said with a tragic air.

"Hehe, wife, you're such a rogue."

Xiaoya had just showered and was applying night cream when Yiwen knocked on the door and came in, immediately catching a whiff of a captivating fragrance.

Helan went downstairs and sent Liang a text message: "I want to listen to music. Find me that song downstairs."

"What song?"

Liang quickly came down.

"It's that one from earlier, 'Don't Hurt Me Anymore.'"

Liang turned on Yiwen's computer, quickly found it for her, and started playing it. Sitting down to listen to the song, Helan's mind was a mess, humming along half-heartedly, her face resting against Liang's back. "Kiss me." She suddenly said. Liang saw a bewildered face, felt a pang of heartache, and a surge of emotion. He gently pressed his lips to hers, warmly capturing hers. It was a refreshing sensation; Liang's tongue lingered on hers, swirling and gliding.

Helan was quiet now, the same pure and elegant Helan she used to be. Liang gently massaged the back of her neck; she had mild shoulder pain and always said it felt good. Liang had unconsciously started massaging that area for her, even more so than Yiwen.

"If you and Sister Xiaoya… um… when you do it, will you think of me…?"

He released her, gazing at her clean and elegant face, feeling a pang of heartache.

"Let's not…"

he said.

She smiled bitterly. "Hehe, am I adding to your burden?"

He frowned slightly. She chuckled.

She let go of him, trying to relax. "Just kidding, how could I possibly hold you back? Even my husband can't hold you back."

The woman's thoughts made Liang feel uneasy. He cared about her, and she knew she cared about him too. A woman's physical allure was one thing, but her emotional attachment to someone was another. He knew that his relationship with Helan was no longer just physical; mutual affection was the best way to describe their feelings for each other.

She suddenly punched him, "I don't want you to become like a eunuch! A man should act like a man."

She leaned against his chest again, reluctant to part, "No matter what, you have to treat me as your woman, okay?"

Liang was speechless, lowered his head and continued to kiss her...

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The lights in Xiaoya's room had been dimmed by Yi Wen, hoping that the light wouldn't frighten her. The two lay on the bed, chatting idly. Xiaoya had begun to get used to Yi Wen's rather casual caresses and no longer shyly avoided them.

Liang's entry into the room was obviously a bit sudden. Xiaoya was flustered for a moment, and in her panic, she quickly covered her exposed chest, which Yi Wen had pulled open. Yi Wen caught her in time. It was strange that such a strong woman as Xiaoya was trembling all over at this moment. Although she was somewhat mentally prepared, her reaction was still quite intense.

Yi Wen could only hold her tightly, pretending to be relaxed as he talked to Liang, making small talk that had nothing to do with the present situation.

Hearing that Helan had asked Liang to find that song for her, Yiwen found it amusing. Xiaoya revealed her face: "Go keep her company,"

she said.

Liang looked completely innocent, as if he had been wronged: "She kicked me in. If I go out again, I'll just get kicked a couple more times."

"How annoying! You guys, even the maid has become like this."

"Hehe, what do you mean 'like this'? You're almost there too, we just need to do a little bit of work."

"Pah, you dare! I'll kick you out!"

That's how women are, basically fish on the chopping block but still won't back down.

As he spoke, Yi Wen's right knee slowly pressed against her, right between her legs. Through the thin fabric, he could clearly feel the wet heat between her legs, and the gentle rubbing made her lose control.

To help her relax, Liang said he was charging his phone and left the room.

Yi Wen began to rub her, first exposing Xiao Ya's breasts. Her whiteness, even in the dim light, made a man's heart flutter. Yi Wen kissed her lips. At this moment, he heard the door open. Xiao Ya hurriedly grabbed the blanket to cover herself, but Yi Wen held her hand down.

After a while, Yi Wen saw Liang flash into his line of sight. Even he was surprised. He was completely naked, his semi-erect penis swaying as he leaned towards the bed.

He released her hand, letting her go completely, allowing Liang to approach. When Liang's skin touched hers, it felt burning hot, while Xiaoya probably felt cool.

Liang leaned against the headboard, half-supporting himself so she could rest her head on his arm. His hand gently traced her face; it was smooth. By this time, Yi Wen had gotten out of bed, still impeccably dressed, smiling as he stood before the bed, quite pleased with the start.

He was just a little dissatisfied with his own mindset: his thoughts were in turmoil, and he felt like he had become a complete scoundrel. He racked his brains trying to

make himself a scoundrel.

In truth, he and Xiaoya had only had one brief physical intimacy; logically, he should have felt a strong desire and passionate impulse, but a strange psychological motive seemed to be more concerned with the current act—how dark.

Xiaoya was clearly already lost in carnal desire. Liang tentatively kissed her, and she almost readily accepted his tongue sweeping across her mouth…

After Yi Wen stripped himself naked, with Liang's help, he easily made Xiaoya completely naked.

Upon seeing Xiaoya's body for the second time, Yi Wen's nonchalant expression began to change. He was once again surprised by the body of this woman who was no longer young. He grabbed her legs and pulled her down a bit, so that the small bed could finally accommodate the three of them...

He reached out and slightly adjusted the light switch, making the light more even. Xiaoya gasped in surprise, opening her eyes—the first time she had opened them since Liang entered.

"So beautiful, Sister Xiaoya,"

Liang praised.

Her face flushed; she felt so helpless. She couldn't resist the two men before her, not even herself. She could only close her eyes.

Xiaoya lay slightly spread-eagled, her skin flawless. Her soft breasts were being held by two men, one on each side. Time had left its mark; her abdomen wasn't as flat as Helan's. Her soft breasts changed shape constantly in their hands, but she was undoubtedly a mature, beautiful middle-aged woman.

Yi Wen couldn't resist invading her smooth legs. The dense pubic hair that Yi Wen had initially found most surprising and his favorite part of her body was already overflowing. Xiao Ya's special feature was that the pubic hair between her legs was even more abundant than between her legs, and slippery fluid had already seeped out...

Yi Wen's fingertips gave her the stimulation she had longed for, and she finally began to moan, which quickly grew louder. She had shyly suppressed it for a long time, but finally couldn't help but reveal her excitement and pleasure.

He Lan was attracted in by her voice. She hadn't dared to come in, afraid of affecting her mood, and also felt uneasy about being one of the perpetrators. It wasn't until the suppressed moans reached the outside that her heart finally settled down.

The scene she saw when she entered made her blush. Had she ever done this before? What a blush-inducingly erotic scene it was—two men, one on top of the other, curled up at the head and foot of the bed, the woman lying on her jade-like body clearly on the verge of burning with desire, the men's vigorous ravaging making the best music at this moment, as beautiful as heavenly music.

Helan, ashamed to look closely at Xiaoya's body, went inside and knelt down, pressing her face against Xiaoya's and calling out,

"Sister."

"You're so annoying, you've stolen all my men,"

Helan said.

"You're so annoying, little girl, go away, go away,"

Xiaoya cried out softly, her eyes flashing briefly before closing again.

Xiaoya seemed to be unconscious.

Helan stood up and kissed Yiwen, her heart pounding. The shock she felt when she first fell into her husband's trap was no greater than this. She found his penis beneath his flat stomach, hard and erect.

In an instant, Helan's mind drifted back to her college romance with Yiwen. Back then, she was so naive that even a glance from Yiwen at another girl would make her inexplicably jealous. But now...

She gently stroked that all-too-familiar penis, and Yiwen's excitement intensified with each tease. Unable to resist any longer, he got up, grabbed Helan, and reached inside her collar. Just as he touched her breasts, she pushed him away, using both hands to push Yiwen towards Xiaoya.

Wet and drenched, Xiaoya opened her body helplessly.

"Husband, come in,"

she said.

Yi Wen stood up and moved Xiaoya again, standing at the foot of the bed. He spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist, and under He Lan's gaze, slowly pushed his penis into Xiaoya's slippery cavity...

The moment Yi Wen invaded her body, Xiaoya's pleasure center began to concentrate in her body. Her mind even paused for a moment, unusually clear. It is said that a person's thoughts become chaotic at this moment, but at least Xiaoya's did not. What she thought of was a flock of sheep on the grassland.

However, when Yi Wen began to move, Xiaoya did become chaotic, which coincided with some sayings. In her chaos, her hand found He Lan's hand and held it tightly. Of course, Liang had not been idle in these few minutes, roaming all over Xiaoya's body.

Xiao Ya gripped He Lan's hand tightly, seemingly hoping for comfort. The scene before them was somewhat comical: Xiao Ya's one hand was tightly holding He Lan's, while the other was gripping Liang's thick penis, and Yi Wen was diligently working on her.

The bed seemed cramped; it should have been in her and Yi Wen's room, a two-meter-wide bed. He Lan never expected to be so calm; before coming in, she had warned herself not to lose control and even worried that she would cry on the spot.

She tightened her grip, which Xiao Ya felt. She opened her eyes, and the two women smiled at each other, but with different meanings. Xiao Ya's smile was shy, while He Lan's was completely relaxed. She had always put a lot of pressure on herself, but now, seeing the erotic scene before her, He Lan's heart calmed down.

She withdrew her hand, rubbed her face against Xiao Ya's a few times as before, and whispered that she was leaving.

He Lan kissed Yi Wen and walked out.

Before leaving, Helan glanced at Liang, who was also looking at her. She forced a smile, hoping it would ease his tension, then left, gently closing the door behind her. She felt much more relaxed than when she was listening to music alone outside.

Back in her room, a different group of people from Hunan TV were continuing their boisterous antics.

After leaving, Helan tried to distract herself with the television programs, otherwise, the intense torment of desire would only make her feel worse. During her period, she would absolutely refrain from participating, no matter what. Even after so many years of marriage, and even when she and Yiwen were separated by distance, she would never cross that line on such a day.

Since that's the case, she was quite clever. It's wiser to stay away than to be unable to—to leave that uncomfortable place far away. Of course, the discomfort at this point is only physical; her mood has unconsciously relaxed, no longer experiencing the acupuncture-like stinging pain of before—a strange change.

The room also changed noticeably after Helan's departure.

Xiaoya's trembling moans were no longer restrained; every thrust from Yiwen forced her to respond.

The change in position also increased the audiovisual stimulation.

Helan was gone, and this scene appeared on the bed: Liang was already sitting on the pillow, Xiaoya kneeled on the bed, her buttocks raised high to welcome Yiwen, her face completely facing Liang as he thrust towards her erect member.

A moment of intoxication, Xiaoya quickly chose the first step of this necessary action: to embrace Liang with her warm mouth.

However, he was too big, quite different from her estimation. She encountered trouble the first time she swallowed him; she almost choked. His head directly hit her throat, and she pushed him away, coughing loudly.

When she tried again, unwilling to give up, she quickly adapted. Did this rapid adaptation indicate she was exceptionally skilled as a woman? Heh, who knows? Because Liang soon began to pant heavily as her tongue licked him.

She gratefully reached back and grasped Yi Wen's testicles, which were swaying against her perineum. Without Yi Wen's consideration, she wouldn't have been able to adapt to Liang so quickly. Yi Wen's timely slowing of his attacks gave her a chance to catch her breath.

While comforting Yi Wen, Xiao Ya didn't forget what she was swallowing and spitting out; it was so skillful that Liang almost suspected her technique was related to her profession. All Liang felt was pure comfort, except for the sensation of his penis being contained in a warm, moist cavity. There was absolutely no teeth bumping against him or anything else that made him uncomfortable. A few minutes later, everything became even more refined, making Liang wonder if Yi Wen's suggestion to change positions was necessary.

"Sister Xiao, let Liang do you from behind, okay?"

Yi Wen deliberately used the word "do," wanting to test if she could handle such vulgarity, because he enjoyed the crudeness at this moment. If she could accept it, that would be even better.

To everyone's astonishment: they had already exchanged glances and hints, intending to switch positions with Liang.

But Xiao Ya cleverly shifted her body, causing Yi Wen to slip away. Then, with a nimble turn, like an elf, how could she be a woman her age? Before either of them could react, she had already taken the initiative to switch their positions.

For a brief moment, the two men's thoughts froze, like a CD player stuck in time. If Xiao Ya's performance couldn't be described as stunning, there would be no need to use that word in writing. But regardless, Xiao Ya at that moment was indeed like a female beast aroused by passion, and remarkably, she still managed to do it with elegance.

Liang's entry seemed to make her feel a certain difference. Perhaps it was because the exchange was so brief, but she could clearly distinguish Liang's muscularity. Unlike Yi Wen's gentle approach, Liang's thrusts were intense from the start, one after another, even the sound of his lower abdomen hitting her buttocks was unusually crisp.

"You guys are going to kill me,"

Xiao Ya whimpered.

Liang, like Yi Wen, was further aroused by her crude response.

"Lie down, take a rest,"

Yi Wen suggested when Liang's rhythm began to slow.

So she reluctantly lay down, almost pressed together. Xiao Ya arched like a shrimp, her upper body wrapped around Yi Wen's chest, while her lower body was completely exposed to Liang. Almost effortlessly, she pulled Liang back into her vagina and began to enjoy the pleasure of the thrusts again.

Xiao Ya was almost as wet as her dense pubic hair; her wet body made squelching sounds with Liang's movements, a very pleasant kind of music.

Her breasts pressed tightly against Yi Wen's body, and with each thrust of Liang's penis, it was as if she were massaging him with her breasts.

Yi Wen now had a chance to relax, kissing her tenderly and affectionately, his dizzy mind racking his brains for stimulating and erotic words to tease her.

"You're even better than He Lan,"

he whispered in her ear.

"Oh, I'm going to die,"

she whispered back.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes."

"I told you, you would definitely like it,"

Yi Wen said softly. "You're doing really well, now just relax and enjoy it."

As Yi Wen spoke quietly, he lightly touched her lips with his finger, and unexpectedly she took them into her mouth, erotically holding them in her mouth, her eyes looking at him pitifully, letting him understand the torment and repression she was enduring in the pain of desire. Yi Wen didn't know the specifics, only vaguely catching a few bits and pieces of information from time to time.

"Don't do this, be happy,"

he whispered, speaking very softly, so softly that even Liang, who was engaged in the following actions, could not hear it.

He pinched her warm, moist tongue between his middle and index fingers, her teeth gently biting his fingers.

The intense stimulation began to soften, and sweat clung to her body.

Lost in ecstasy, Xiaoya felt as if she had become a soft feather, drifting aimlessly, without end.

She savored the pleasure brought by the two strong men; the word "strong" seemed to float consciously into her mind—healthy men.

She blocked her thoughts from thinking about her husband, although the contrasting thoughts naturally welled up, but she suppressed them with her remaining rationality.

How many times had it been? Twice, she thought. In just about ten minutes, she had reached the peak of orgasm twice. She enjoyed the ecstasy of orgasm, cursing her previous restraint. Compared to this magnificent feast of carnal revelry, what was the point of such restraint?

She turned her head affectionately, offering her lips to Liang behind her, filled with gratitude. Liang's pure, soft gaze made her blush like a little girl, avoiding his eyes, but she didn't forget to wipe away his sweat.

Liang had this ability; usually his mouth was dirty and his eyes were wicked, but when he was facing a woman, his pure gaze was like a killer's.

"The kid's just showing off, you just enjoy yourself,"

Yi Wen and Xiao Ya teased.

Xiao Ya reached out and slapped Yi Wen's buttocks, chuckling, glancing back sideways, her eyes filled with lust and overflowing with charm.

Yi Wen felt hot; although it wasn't hot on the mountain, after all this commotion, everyone was drenched in sweat. He finally couldn't resist getting up to go to the bathroom to wipe his brow.

Xiaoya turned around, pulled Liang over, and they assumed a missionary position. She freed one hand to grasp his wet penis and guided it into her womb.

"So comfortable,"

she murmured to him.

"Don't you want to come yet? Why don't you come?"

she said.

She'd had enough. She'd never been so wildly passionate before, especially with two people. Right, Xiaoya remembered there was another man who had gotten out of bed; he hadn't come yet either. Yiwen, who hadn't had his fill, definitely wouldn't let her go, would he? 03-03 18

Liang's moans grew heavier, and Xiaoya focused intently on his climax. She spread her bare legs, completely encircling Liang's body, no longer caring that Yiwen would see their intimate parts exposed if he came out.

He erupted, and Xiaoya, fully focused, received Liang's powerful ejaculation. The final thrust and ejaculation, the unconscious drilling and twisting of his penis inside her vagina, even caused a numbing, stinging pain—a slight, unprecedented sensation she loved.

When Yi Wen came out, Liang was being held tightly by Xiao Ya like an octopus, motionless. Yi Wen whistled mockingly, and Liang, covered in glistening sweat, rushed to the bathroom. Yi Wen wrapped Xiao Ya in a large white bath towel, dried her sweat, and then tried to get on top of her. Xiao Ya screamed and tried to get off the bed, but Yi Wen had already pinned her down. His lower body moved into her body with practiced ease, like an eel...

She pounded on him, "How disgusting..."

The substance Liang had left behind made his movements slippery and smooth. Yi Wen had used this special lubricant on He Lan more than once, but the experience it brought to Xiao Ya was an unparalleled frenzy. She had no strength to resist Yi Wen and became quiet, wrapping her arms around him and letting him go wild.

Compared to Liang's movements, Yi Wen was already quite gentle. Even in terms of the object of impact, after Liang, the tension in his body was much less, and Yi Wen actually felt quite good. However, Liang's impact was more memorable. Xiao Ya, feeling grateful, began to respond to Yi Wen after adjusting for a few minutes...

Yi Wen was fascinated by Xiao Ya's breasts. He slowed down his pace, burying his face between her full breasts. A delicate fragrance of sweat permeated his heart. He squeezed and compared them with He Lan's breasts; they were softer than He Lan's, but the feel was wonderful. Yi Wen felt he couldn't find the words to describe that feeling. At one point, his focus on playing with her breasts even stopped his thrusting below, only slightly twisting. It seemed that this twisting also pleased Xiao Ya, and her moans were even louder than before.

Yi Wen noticed that her clitoris seemed very sensitive. He was happy with this discovery and mischievously rubbed and bumped his body there.

He dragged her to the foot of the bed, spreading her legs apart at one corner. He then got off the bed and stood in front of her. His fascination with her private parts was now almost unbearable to look at, soaking wet. He made her curl her legs up to her chest, completely exposing her genitals. Yi Wen was pleased with Xiao Ya's submissiveness. In truth, Xiao Ya was completely numb with shame due to exhaustion…

He re-entered her, that wet opening. This action made it very tight inside. Yi Wen thrust slowly, occasionally whispering flirtatious words in her ear. Xiao Ya willingly let him play with her; her body had had enough, but Yi Wen's infatuated expression stirred feelings of tenderness within her. His greedy look filled her with confidence and pleasure.

"You rascal, are you ever going to stop?"

she said, holding onto his strong arms, her hands gently kneading him, satisfied with his unhurried pace.

Liang appeared and sat down on the edge of the bed, lifting Xiaoya's upper body and laying her between his legs, making her spread her legs like a baby peeing.

Xiaoya blushed and murmured, "You two are going to kill me."

Liang's addition significantly increased Yiwen's excitement. With Liang occupying Xiaoya's breasts, he could only focus his attention downwards.

Just as stimulating as his first time with his wife, Yiwen felt his body tense. Xiaoya beneath him was as incredibly cute as Helan. To imagine a woman in bed based solely on her dignified and elegant appearance in real life would be far from the truth. Xiaoya

's gentle submission was so alluring. He lightly kissed her nipples, which Liang had squeezed together, causing Xiaoya to tremble. He couldn't help but playfully curse, "You little slut."

Perhaps Xiaoya wasn't used to it, she paused for a few seconds, her body noticeably still.

Yi Wen noticed and apologetically leaned down to kiss her hair and cheek, whispering near her ear, "Are you angry because I swore?"

"Yes,"

she replied, while tightly gripping Liang's hand on her chest.

"Hehe, you and that girl are both sluts, sluts, and that girl especially likes calling her that..."

Liang probably couldn't hear their whispers in each other's ears.

"Ptooey..."

She pinched his butt hard.

"Slut, does it feel good?"

Yi Wen continued.

"Mmm, it feels so good."

She was clearly still a little shy about such vulgarity and closed her eyes.

"Where does it feel good, your little xx?"

"Yes, my xx feels good."

Soon, in her incoherent ramblings, Yi Wen was completely defeated... Yi Wen went to the bathroom again.

Xiao Ya hugged Liang's neck and pressed him down: "Kiss me."

After kissing for a while, she suddenly pushed him away. "You two hooligans." She

wrapped herself in a bath towel and got up. The bathroom was already occupied by Yi Wen, so she ran out of the room...

Yi Wen came out and didn't see Xiao Ya.

"Hmm?"

he asked Liang.

"He ran out."

"Oh."

Yi Wen paused for a moment, then lay down on the sofa. The two men were silent for a moment.

Yi Wen was tired, and soon began to snore on the sofa; Liang's constitution was definitely better.

Liang opened the door and went out, unexpectedly finding Xiao Ya downstairs, sitting on the sofa alone wrapped in a bath towel, looking lost in thought.

He didn't know whether to go back to his room or go downstairs to talk to her. Xiao Ya saw him and asked, "Do you have any cigarettes?"

"I don't have any on me."

He didn't smoke much, but he saw Yi Wen's laptop bag in the living room. He knew his habit; there were definitely a few packs of cigarettes in the side pocket of the laptop bag.

He took one out and lit it for Xiao Ya. Xiao Ya exhaled a puff of smoke, smiled at him, a slightly awkward smile.

Liang understood; she was concerned about what had happened.

Liang smiled back, also unnaturally.

"Where is he?"

Xiao Ya asked.

"Asleep."

She smoked elegantly, but put it out after smoking less than half.

Perhaps it was late at night and the temperature was low; she felt a little cold, shrank back, and wrapped the bath towel tighter.

"It's getting chilly, let's go upstairs,"

Liang said.

"Give me a hug,"

Xiaoya said.

Liang was taken aback, then reached out and hugged her. Her shoulders were rounded and delicate, and the towel tightly wrapped around her breasts created a cleavage that made Liang's heart flutter.

"I heard from the girl that you two have been together for several years?"

Xiaoya asked.

"Hehe, a few years

, I guess." "That's really trendy. I don't know what they're thinking."

"But the first time it happened in the south wasn't really something we did intentionally,"

Liang said, with a tone of explanation.

"Oh."

Xiaoya shifted slightly, settling into a comfortable position, and lay down on the sofa, resting her head on Liang's lap.

"You don't mind, do you?"

she asked, a little embarrassed, explaining, "My lower back is a bit sore."

"Oh, then turn over."

Xiaoya rolled over and lay on his lap, while Liang vigorously rubbed her lumbar spine.

"It feels good,"

she said.

The towel was short and was pulled up during the rubbing, revealing most of her plump buttocks. Liang would linger there between rubbing sessions; her skin was delicate, no less so than Helan's, perhaps even whiter, maybe because of the lighting.

This movement was a bit strenuous for Liang because Xiaoya was lying face down, her face directly facing his penis, and he could feel her warm breath through his briefs as she spoke.

After rubbing for a while, he stopped. "Is it any better?"

he asked.

"Much better, thank you."

"Then turn over, lying face down is tiring."

She didn't move, and when Liang looked at her, she was looking at him slyly with a smile on her face.

"Are you tired?"

she said.

Liang blushed when she realized he had noticed his thoughts.

She nudged his penis with her face, making poor Liang shudder.

She boldly pulled it out, letting it sway in front of her eyes, slowly growing.

When it was fully erect, Xiaoya was a little dumbfounded. It was really big, how come she didn't feel it?

She teased him by rubbing it with both hands, and then slowly stroked it.

"No wonder the girl is so infatuated with him."

she said.

Liang was already too scared to make any rash moves by her, and he closed his eyes and leaned back on the sofa, breathing in the cold air.

"Does that brat Yiwen also swear in front of the girl?"

she asked.

He opened his eyes: "Are you unhappy? Hehe, he's quite good at it, even she will argue with him."

"Really? This brat, what has she become!"

"Hehe!"

"What are you laughing at?"

"I...laugh..."

He looked down at himself.

She realized that he was teasing her, so she pinched him hard there, almost making him jump!

"Want to do it again?"

she said provocatively.

"Hehe, I won't." "

I can't take it anymore, if you keep doing this I'll start thinking about it again."

"Think about what?"

she asked, rubbing his two testicles and looking up at him with a sly smile.

"I want to fuck you."

Liang boldly used a vulgar language, disregarding everything else.

"I thought you wouldn't want to."

Xiaoya's face was flushed; she felt she had become completely shameless, having blended into the group of these bad guys from the very beginning.

He stood up, grabbed her, untied the towel wrapped around her chest, and threw her onto the large sofa.

As he did this and then stripped himself naked, Xiaoya smiled—a satisfied smile…

He entered her roughly and then violently thrust into her. Xiaoya seemed more uninhibited than before in the room, readily responding to him like a female animal in heat.

It seems women prefer more intensity; it's not that they dislike gentleness, but when desire is high, they may need more urgent actions.

He thrust into her fiercely, her soft breasts swaying like two waves, her nipples swollen and red. She could finally let go and revel in his pleasure, all her restraint gone…

She cried out, her legs trembling, yet she still tried to open her mouth wide in a wanton manner. Liang repeatedly used his hands to spread them apart for her; she knew he wanted to be able to see their joined bodies when he looked down—visual stimulation was truly tempting for a man.

“Do you like doing it with me?”

she asked, trembling.

“Yes, I like fucking you,”

Liang said.

“Yes, fuck, I like you saying fuck.”

Her panting made her words slightly slurred.

He slowed down, becoming gentler.

“You seemed a little unhappy just now.”

“No? When?”

Hehe, when Yi Wen called you a slut.

“Heh…”

She blushed.

"I'm angry with myself, cursing myself for being so weak. When he called me, I didn't even resist."

"Hehe..."

Liang sped up...

"Then I'll fuck you properly."

Liang felt her tremble again, he grinned and ignored her.

"You guys are so annoying."

"Don't you like it?"

"...I like it..."

Liang mustered his strength and thrust hard... injecting his essence deep into Xiaoya's body amidst her suppressed screams.

After a while, she came to her senses. "I'm going to die, how come you're still so strong?"

She felt itchy inside from his spray.

Just as she was about to say something, Liang saw Helan coming down the stairs. Helan was a little dazed when she came down, actually she only saw the two people below when she was almost at the top of the stairs. The scene she saw made her heart skip a beat, a sour and stinging pain. Weren't they in their room upstairs? Why did they come down? The two of them?

Especially seeing Liang's somewhat panicked eyes, she felt a sense of estrangement, a sense of unfamiliarity.

Liang used his shirt to slightly cover his front, smiling and asking if she had come down for a drink of water.

Xiaoya was completely exhausted, her body still exposed. She looked for her bath towel but couldn't find it, her face full of embarrassment.

"I came to find Yiwen's phone battery. It's dead, and it keeps beeping, keeping me awake. It's so annoying."

She smiled at Xiaoya, grabbed another bath towel from the sofa and covered her with it, saying to Liang, "You'll be in trouble if you let Xiaoya get cold."

She quickly found the battery in Yiwen's bag, prepared to go upstairs, gave Xiaoya a mischievous smile before going up without looking at Liang again.

Women are observant, and Xiaoya could tell that Helan wasn't in a good mood. Although she couldn't guess the reason immediately, she guessed it was related to something.

"Go upstairs and wash up, you're all sweaty,"

she said to Liang.

Liang went upstairs.

Xiaoya uncovered the bath towel to clean herself. Good heavens, the fluid from her body had already congealed on the sofa, and there was even a trickle of fluid pooling between her legs. She cursed the two culprits, then pursed her lips and started cursing herself as well. It took a lot of effort to make everything seem almost seamless.

When Liang went upstairs, he went to the middle room first. He could tell Helan was sullen; she didn't acknowledge him when he came in, and didn't respond when he spoke to her. Feeling a little awkward, he was about to go back to his room to take a shower when Helan called out, "Come back!"

She turned around.

"Come here, hug me!"

Liang rushed over as if on a mission, throwing aside the clothes he was carrying and pulling her into his arms.

"You bad guy! You fickle bastard."

A mournful voice rang out.

"What are you saying, you petty woman? So you regret being the matchmaker."

"Not at all. You were having fun from upstairs to downstairs, quite the mood, huh?"

"Don't say that. You didn't mean to go downstairs."

"I just didn't expect to feel so bad here all alone."

"What do you mean, 'not bad'? I came to see you, but… hey, feeling bad? Where are you feeling bad?"

he teased.

"Feeling bad."

She stared at him quietly.

He stopped teasing her and simply hugged her, feeling a pang of tenderness and emotion.

She suddenly pushed him away: "You're covered in sweat, you stink."

"If you ever leave someone unattended again, I'll… snip."

She pointed at his dangling member and made a scissor gesture.

He pulled her close and kissed her fiercely, his tongue dancing in her mouth, comforting her until she couldn't breathe and pushed him away: "Ugh, go take a shower."

Xiaoya came up shortly after, peeking out from behind the wall: "Little sister, can I take a shower?"

"No! This lady's bathroom is only for respectable women!"

"Pah!"

Xiaoya rushed up and hit her, the two laughing together.

Xiaoya came out, and the two lay on the large bed.

Neither of them spoke.

Later, Xiaoya took Helan's hand, her hands warm.

"Life is actually very simple,"

Helan said.

Xiaoya didn't speak, she understood, but she gently squeezed her hand to show she understood.

She understood what Helan meant. From the time they were two little girls, she was now over forty, and Helan was almost there too. She regretted her past sarcasm towards Helan. There was no right or wrong, and she had been so proud and self-respecting back then.

"Be kind to yourself, be kind to others, no one is wrong."

She sighed softly.

"Sister Xiao, how are you feeling?"

He Lan leaned against the headboard, staring at the oil painting on the opposite wall—a photograph of Van Gogh's sunflowers. She thought, if she and Xiao Ya weren't in the room, wouldn't those little flowers be lonely?

Suddenly, she felt her mood sour. She thought of her students, those who hadn't gotten into top high schools, the same bewildered look in their eyes as in their parents'.

And those who did get into top high schools? They still had to work hard in university, graduate, find a job, and then begin their real lives: dating, marriage, having children…

She wasn't bad off; she was one of the lucky ones, having met Yi Wen and Liang. She

should be content.

Her thoughts drifted, and she didn't even hear what Xiao Ya was saying.

"What?"

she asked.

"What are you thinking about? You seem distracted?"

Xiao Ya asked.

"Are you tired?"

She suddenly remembered those two words that she and Liang used to joke about.

"Not tired,"

Xiao Ya replied.

"Stubborn."

She immediately followed up, laughing heartily at the series of memories linked by those two words.

Xiaoya, somewhat bewildered by her laughter, pouted and looked at her disdainfully.

After laughing, she asked again, "Xiao-jie, are you feeling alright?"

Xiaoya blushed.

Pressed for an answer, she shook off her hand, "Thank you! Are you alright now?"

"Hehe!"

Helan was in an extremely good mood at this moment.

"Who's feeling alright? With whom?"

"Shameless girl!"

she scolded.

She knew that Helan wouldn't let her off the hook if she didn't answer.

"It feels different, a different type."

"That's like saying nothing at all. Can't you be simpler? You doctors all lie to patients like this."

Helan said.

"Liang... is very big."

Xiaoya suddenly whispered in her ear.

Helan understood that as a woman, Xiaoya felt the same way as herself; if it was about indulging in pleasure, she preferred Liang more.

Helan felt a little regretful, regretting Yiwen's loss of points.

"Isn't brother-in-law also very big?"

she blurted out.

"What did you say?"

Xiaoya was stunned.

Helan herself was also startled.

"You brat, what do you mean? Explain yourself!"

Xiaoya stared at her.

Now it was Helan's turn to blush. Xiaoya's gaze brought back the almost elder-like fear she used to feel towards her.

"Hehe, why are you so nervous?"

She still wanted to gloss over it with a smile.

But who was Xiaoya? If she just kept staring at her, Helan's futile resistance would crumble instantly.

Sure enough, Helan stopped laughing and looked at her: "Okay, okay, be honest! But you have to promise not to bring up old grudges or retaliate when we get back?"

Xiaoya composed herself. "You go first."

This was something Helan regretted more than anything. She was so annoyed that she couldn't grow up at all in front of her.

Her heart was uneasy, but she couldn't say anything.

She began to doubt her own intelligence.

How could she have said something so stupid?

Two summers ago, Helan visited Xiaoya's home. Helan had just graduated and was feeling restless. Xiaoya's husband, Meng Haichuan, had been ill at home for several months, and their daughter had just been taken abroad to study.

Meng Haichuan suffered from a rare form of osteomyelitis, a rather troublesome disease. Hospitalization didn't seem to help much, so he had been resting at home. In fact, ever since his work-related incident, he had basically had nothing to do at his company. After his health deteriorated, his company stopped assigning him anything, ostensibly to allow him to focus on his recovery, but in reality, they had sidelined him from his department head position.

One day, Helan visited Xiaoya and learned that she was going to attend a seminar out of town for a few days. During those days, Meng Haichuan had just completed a course of treatment and was having difficulty getting out of bed. The couple was worried about having Xiaoya's mother come to take care of him. Helan immediately agreed to take care of him for the next few days. For

those few days, Helan bought groceries every morning and brought breakfast, which she would also prepare for dinner since it was summer. After lunch, she would go home, and he would simply reheat the food for dinner.

They arrived early that morning, and since it wasn't sunny and the temperature wasn't too high, Helan helped him take a walk on the lawn downstairs. On the way back, Helan noticed that his gaze was a bit strange. After a moment of confusion, she realized that it was because she had touched her body when she helped him. Since Helan had always played with Xiaoya since childhood, and Meng Haichuan was like a brother and sister to her, she never thought about it in that way.

Back upstairs, he said his joints were a bit sore from not walking for a long time, so he went straight to bed. Helan brought him breakfast, but he said he didn't want to eat.

She sat with him and chatted for a while, and slowly Helan regretted that the neckline of her dress was a bit low, revealing a lot of skin, which probably caused his dazed look.

It was also Helan's fault; seeing his absent-minded appearance, she simply sat down next to him. "I'm sneaking around, let you see all you want!"

she said, glaring at him.

Later, she realized she had made a serious mistake; for a man burning with desire, such anger was undoubtedly encouragement.

He was embarrassed at the time, and smiled, a forced smile.

"Your skin is as white as your sister's,"

he only said that.

Helan couldn't remember her feelings at the time, but she remembered that at first he was holding her hand, and then somehow he touched her abdomen, and through her clothes, he touched her chest...

Helan blushed as he rubbed her for a while, her face turning bright red with embarrassment. That was after she returned from Liang Lanzhou; if it had been before, she would never have let such a thing happen.

Later, Meng Haichuan withdrew his hand, sighed deeply, and turned away.

Helan's heart fluttered; not leaving then was the beginning of another mistake.

Helan didn't leave; he turned back, took her hand again, and pulled it to his abdomen.

Then he slowly pushed it down until he reached his already erect penis.

Helan resisted at first, but that weak resistance was quickly overcome by her pity.

She didn't know how he touched it; in her memory, the whole process ended quickly. She only remembered that it was incredibly thick, and the sticky fluid spurting from her hand…

This was the whole story revealed by a casual remark she made today.

While telling Xiaoya, Helan neither concealed nor exaggerated, finishing each word clearly, and then got up and went to the bathroom.

After Helan came out of the bathroom, neither of them spoke again, just as neither of them had mentioned the incident again afterward…

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

The next morning, the two women woke up almost simultaneously. They were lying on the large bed, Xiaoya's bath towel hanging loosely on her body, looking like it might fall off at any moment. Under Helan's gaze, Xiaoya somewhat embarrassedly wrapped it around herself again. Her clothes were all there, and she was unsure whether to go and get dressed now.

"Go if you want, our Yiwen is especially energetic this morning,"

Helan teased, seemingly having completely forgotten her gloom from the previous night.

"You brat, you never say anything nice,"

Xiaoya slapped her bottom hard.

"Your skin is really good,"

Helan said.

"Nonsense, sleeping so late, it's no wonder it's good."

"Really, go check yourself in the mirror. It does seem to have a beautifying effect on men,"

Helan said listlessly, stretching.

Xiaoya got out of bed and looked quite radiant in the bathroom mirror. Reflecting on Helan's words, she couldn't help but smile serenely.

"Looks like I'll have to stay on the mountain for a few more days and really relax,"

Xiaoya teased as she walked out.

"Looks like my worries before leaving were completely unnecessary. Once a woman starts to indulge, no one can stop her,"

Helan said, leaning against the bedside.

"You're talking nonsense again. I meant you came all this way for nothing, it wasn't worth it. I guess today is fine,"

Xiaoya teased mischievously.

"It's you, isn't it? When haven't I had the chance?"

Helan retorted shamelessly.

The two old men next door got up and went to the restaurant for breakfast.

During the meal, Helan repeated what Xiaoya had said, and they really decided to go back two days later because the weather forecast predicted continued high temperatures in the city. However, Xiaoya would have to call the hospital after she went to work to see if she could stay a couple more days. Afterwards,

neither of them mentioned the previous night again. Xiaoya was definitely still holding a grudge, while Helan didn't even think about it anymore.

At the mountaintop, there was a small reservoir. Following a few elderly men, they went up and rented two fishing rods. Yi Wen and Liang each sat on a small bamboo chair and began fishing. The bait was readily available, and they heard that the resort would cook the fish for free.

He Lan busied herself making tea for the two gentlemen, while she and Xiao Ya watched them from afar, hiding in the shade.

The two men didn't talk much, seemingly unsure what to say. Cicadas

chirped incessantly in the trees, their calls echoing throughout the morning. The temperature had already risen sharply; if it was this warm here, one could imagine

how hot it must be down below. He Lan tried to make conversation with Xiao Ya, thinking that if she didn't speak, Xiao Ya would assume she was upset or sulking—something that often happened when they were children.

But the reality was quite different. Xiao Ya's mind was also in turmoil; the awkwardness between them was more pronounced than anything else.

When Xiaoya called her husband, Meng Haichuan, Helan answered the phone: "Brother-in-law Limin, we're not planning to come back. It's so cool and comfortable up in the mountains. But it wasn't our suggestion; it's Xiaoya who refuses to come down."

Xiaoya laughed and told her she was talking nonsense. "It wasn't just her idea,"

Meng Haichuan chuckled on the other end of the phone, saying it was okay, he was fine and could take care of himself, and that they shouldn't worry.

Helan had always called Xiaoya's husband "brother-in-law" for years, ever since she was a child following Xiaoya around. After

Helan hung up, Xiaoya scolded her for not appreciating her kindness, saying she would have come down the mountain now if it weren't for taking care of her.

"How is it just for taking care of me?"

Helan retorted, clearly indignant.

"Pah, you brat! If I wasn't worried you'd starve yourself these past few days, I wouldn't have taken a day off from the hospital. I hold the record for the highest attendance at the hospital!"

"Starved..."

He Lan was puzzled for a moment, then suddenly realized what was going on, spat at her, and blushed as she looked at the two men who were engrossed in their conversation.

"Hehe, it's rare for us to come out, and you're going to leave disappointed, what should we do?"

Xiao Ya seized the opportunity to tease her, and the atmosphere between the two became much more pleasant. Just then, Yi Wen caught a crucian carp and cast it ashore, where the fish jumped and thrashed about. The two women cheered and ran over to help...

The morning's catch wasn't great; they caught three crucian carp, enough for a meal, but the fishing addiction was far from satisfied. Besides, Liang hadn't even caught a single fish scale. Yi Wen said sarcastically, "Don't be discouraged. That's how it is. Fishing grounds are like gambling dens. You're lucky in love this time, but it's okay if you're unlucky in fishing."

"Pah, this isn't a love arena, it's a slaughterhouse! Every time you go into battle, you have to summon the courage to face death,"

Liang said shamelessly with a chuckle.

He Lan pretended to be surprised and stared wide-eyed at Xiao Ya, making her blush and hurriedly scold, "Look! Look! Look! What are you looking at?"

Then she chased after Liang and started hitting him.

Later, Yi Wen quietly said to He Lan, "Did you strongly encourage her to take leave from the hospital? Are you feeling resentful? She can go to the battlefield today?"

"Pah, pah! You presumptuous fool!"

He Lan almost threw the bucket of fish she was carrying at him.

She had always thought women enjoyed romance, but in reality, when a woman is with the man she likes, she doesn't care about anything else.

All morning, He Lan and Xiao Ya sat listlessly under the shade of the trees by the reservoir, watching the man be as happy as two children. Women are usually most afraid of the scorching sun, but they quietly waited.

Of course, the two women were never idle; their conversations could go on and on, but no matter what, their hearts never strayed; their gazes were undoubtedly always on them.

Now, the four of them were walking back to the villa. Liang had become the object of everyone's ridicule, while Yi Wen was clearly the hero. The three poor fish had become Yi Wen's bragging rights. Later, He Lan couldn't help but laugh when she saw the somewhat dejected Liang, scolding Yi Wen for grabbing a good spot, saying it had nothing to do with skill.

Xiao Ya glanced at Liang, smiled, and said nothing.

It was all a joke, just the fun of fishing. When the restaurant actually brought out a big bowl of fish and soup, who had such a strong appetite? In such hot weather, everyone's appetite was poor.

"What do we do now?"

Yi Wen patted his stomach, which was bloated from the beer.

No one answered.

He Lan knew that if someone answered, Yi Wen's next words would definitely not be pleasant. No one knows a husband better than his wife. Now that his plan had failed, she blinked at him teasingly. Yi Wen smiled wryly and came to her side, diligently massaging her shoulders as they walked. After passing the front desk, Liang went to handle the extended stay procedures, and the rest of them went back to their rooms first.

Actually, after returning to their rooms, Yi Wen was busy checking emails online and dealing with some things. Some of the fruit they brought had gone bad, so Helan and Xiaoya picked through it, washing the edible pieces.

"There's not much fresh fruit on this mountain, so we'll just have to make do,"

Helan said.

Later, after the two women had showered and changed, they came down looking glamorous. Yiwen was still busy, and Liang hadn't returned yet. Xiaoya made tea for everyone, handed a cup to Yiwen, and said with a smile, "Get everything done so you don't have to come back to work later. Your wife is ready for battle; she's been starving for so long, she'll definitely be eating people.

" Yiwen smiled and turned to look at Helan, "Hehe, you'll get your share of your wife's work."

Helan blushed and playfully spat at him.

Liang finished checking in outside and was drawn to a group of people outside the hotel. Two young men were carrying two or three deer and haggling with the hotel staff. It looked like the deer had been caught in traps they'd set; one was still panting. Liang had always been interested in these kinds of things, so he went over and chatted with them with great interest.

The two young men said that all kinds of animals lived in the mountains, the most common being muntjacs and wild boars. Autumn was approaching, the peak season for wild boars, which often ravaged farmers' crops. However, due to strict government gun control and the confiscation of all firearms, they could only hunt by digging traps and setting snares. Wild boars were difficult to catch this way, but they often encountered several muntjacs.

Although he liked them, Liang felt a little uncomfortable looking at the pitiful state of the still-breathing creature. Seeing the two young men's excited expressions, he felt a pang of unease; after all, they had made a haul, and their happiness was understandable. He stopped talking, left them, and walked back.

Inside the room, Yi Wen was still busy. He Lan and Xiao Ya each occupied a sofa, half-asleep. He came in and woke them up, and they went back to their room for a nap.

"What are you busy with?"

Liang asked, walking over to Yi Wen.

"Nothing, just checking the webpage. I was worried they'd get upset again. Once I turn on the computer, they won't bother me anymore. We're not made of iron; we need to save our energy for tonight's work, haha."

Yi Wen whispered furtively, glancing at the screen.

"Haha."

Liang chuckled.

"You're too full to move, aren't you?"

he teased Yi Wen.

"Yeah, a little. But have you noticed, Xiao Ya seems particularly energetic?"

"Haha."

Liang still laughed.

"What are you laughing at? Just now, we were saying Xiao Ya said she'd stay a couple more days because of He Lan. Now He Lan's good time is over, and she's itching to challenge someone. She's been completely worn out by that older sister these past two days. What do you think we should do?"

"Haha, if all else fails, we'll just have to use a rotation strategy. We have to take down the fortresses one by one."

The two of them laughed and joked.

Actually, the atmosphere was quite relaxed now, becoming very casual. Gradually, Liang wasn't as tense as he had been when he arrived. His tension was actually all because of He Lan.

Although everything was the result of Helan's efforts, judging from yesterday's situation, Helan was, after all, still a woman. He didn't want to upset her because of a brief moment of pleasure. After all, he had known Helan for a long time, and their relationship wasn't just a simple romantic one; it also carried a sense of kinship.

In his heart, the combination of him, Yiwen, and Helan was already enough.

He hadn't carefully considered their feelings now, but he felt he understood them both.

As for Xiao Yaliang, he had gradually gone from simply not disliking her to slowly developing feelings for her. The transition from pure physical attraction to a sense of closeness was subtle. As a woman, even the most beautiful woman wouldn't have particularly captivated him .

A man whose marriage had failed, Liang felt somewhat disheartened, unprepared to rekindle the passion of his youth.

However, the pleasurable physical intimacy that came his way, especially this unconventional relationship, had already begun to draw him in, even though this feeling was somewhat imposed on him by Yiwen a few years ago.

This isn't an excuse for his moral bottom line. If it weren't for Yi Wen's fervent encouragement, no matter how infatuated he was

with Helan, none of this would have happened. But now, it seems he's become somewhat addicted to this kind of thing, even to the point that Helan's previous statement about having women she could get along with was a complete lie, because he simply couldn't muster that kind of interest.

His position undoubtedly forced him to play this ambiguous role. Helan loved him; she was still a woman in Liang's heart, even more important than his ex-wife, but distance was necessary. He didn't want to lose his childhood friend because of his sexual obsession.

Now, Xiaoya had arrived, and he hoped she would play this role with him, reducing his own pressure. For now, everyone could be happy, which was better than anything else.

As for Yi Wen, his thoughts were actually simpler than Liang's, although that might seem illogical, but Yi Wen hadn't really thought about anything.

To be honest, every time he saw Helan yielding to Liang, the bitterness in his heart didn't lessen at all, but it seemed he was slowly becoming addicted to this bitterness.

He began to try to control his emotions. He was the one who caused all this trouble, and if anyone bore the responsibility, it was the majority. Controlling his emotions was crucial to easing Helan's pressure. If Helan didn't feel his tolerance, she would likely remain in the same state she was in Shenzhen. Such a restrictive relationship would certainly be more harmful than beneficial to the sexual relationship between a man and a woman. If one of them didn't have a broad mind, it was as if everyone had a time bomb attached to them.

Since that was the case, and they had already taken this step, why make everyone live in fear? Since the biggest bomb was on his own shoulders, he might as well defuse it completely first.

He had thought this to himself and had even had a heart-to-heart talk with Helan, but he also believed that it would be difficult for someone like him to find someone with whom he could truly connect.

He often teased Helan, "How did you manage to win me over? This is about your happiness for the rest of your life!"

Every time he said this, Helan would spit in his face, saying, "Who's been shamelessly coming to our girls' dormitory?"

Despite this, Helan's relaxed and happy mood and Yi Wen's attitude were absolutely crucial. Finally, Yi Wen closed his laptop: "Go upstairs and get some sleep."

In the room, Helan slept peacefully, looking very happy. Yi Wen quietly got into bed, leaned in from behind and hugged her, his hand naturally reaching out to grasp one of her breasts. Helan stirred and woke up.

She turned and looked at him groggily. As usual, they slept separately, each respecting the other's space. When they first got married, they slept tightly together, joking more than once that a single bed was enough for both of them. But after having a child, and returning to their own world, they were no longer used to cuddling. Even after making love, they would separate once they fell asleep.

Any contact meant one of them had something on their mind.

"Hehe..."

She sensed Yi Wen trying to comfort her, and smiled understandingly. "Sleep, you look tired." "

I'm fine, it's early. If you don't want to sleep, let's talk."

She snuggled closer to him. If it wasn't for sleeping, she loved snuggling in his arms like a cat.

"Never mind, sleep."

He held her as before.

"I don't want to sleep, you woke me up."

"Why did Xiaoya suddenly think of asking for leave?"

"Who knows?" Helan thought of what Xiaoya had said.

A slight itch stirred within her.

"It's like you've completely changed. You're more like a woman now. Looking back, it's like you were wearing a mask before,"

Yi Wen said with a smile.

"You've wanted to take off that mask for a long time, haven't you?"

He Lan said with a hint of sarcasm.

"What's wrong? Jealous?"

"...I don't know, actually..."

"Hmm?"

"Actually, I don't know why, but seeing her with Liang makes me feel more uncomfortable."

She hugged Yi Wen: "You know I didn't mean that." "

I know,"

Yi Wen said.

It was a strange feeling.

Yi Wen wondered to himself, was it because the time He Lan spent with Liang was also extremely precious to her, or was it entirely due to emotional factors?

Yi Wen knew about He Lan's feelings for Liang; he had understood this before. He Lan's attachment to him and her longing for Liang were different emotions.

He had asked He Lan before if, in the next life, she and Liang were husband and wife, would they have such a relationship? "She said if Liang had that kind of heart, he would."

But would Liang have that kind of heart?

Helan's reply was, "It's not fair to you like this now. Am I being too much? Is human nature really that greedy? If there's an afterlife, as you say, and you get used to Liang's personality, maybe you'll be the one he admires again."

Yi Wen understood what she meant, even though she hadn't explained it clearly.

"To put it bluntly, it's because your husband spoils you too much, spoiling you so much that you've become so audacious."

Helan giggled and snuggled into his arms.

He turned her around; in this position, he couldn't hold her breasts. He liked the soft feel of them; her nipples were erect, and her breasts were starting to swell. Yi Wen was also a little eager. "Have you thought about a couple of moves?"

"No, not now."

She pressed down on his rubbing hands. If this continued, she knew she wouldn't be able to control herself.

"Do you think Liang likes Xiaoya?"

she whispered.

"Why are you asking that? Hehe, you brat, do you really want to compete with her for his affections? I don't know what you're thinking. Are all women like this?"

"I do, I do want to compete."

She was somewhat relentless, as if it were a matter of course.

Yi Wen couldn't persuade her otherwise; women's minds can sometimes be quite slow.

He could only explain, "It shouldn't be that bad now, after all, we only got together because of each other, but..."

He glanced at her, "Who knows what will happen in the future."

"Hehe..."

"You're so annoying,"

she said, but quickly she let it go and turned to cling to him, "No matter what, I still have you."

These words warmed Yi Wen's heart, "Yes, you still understand, no matter how far you go, you still know to come back."

"What are we?"

he asked. "We are a loving couple, dependent on each other."

Her eyes became a little red, "Honey. I regret all of this, from beginning to end."

He rubbed her to comfort her, "Isn't it good now? Don't overthink it."

He changed the subject, afraid that the woman would become inexplicably sad.

He reached down and touched her down there, "Why is this? It's wet down there..."

A strange expression spread across her face, languid and confused...

Didn't she want to give her first time of the month to that brat? He teased her.

"...Mmm...let me put you down first..." she

said coquettishly, her eyes sparkling with allure... The lovemaking between the two was warm and tender, without fierce thrusts or frantic entanglement. Every movement between them was familiar, the responses of their bodies, the timing of their caresses were just right. There was nothing lacking in their relationship from beginning to end; the climax came smoothly, and the tension in their bodies gradually relaxed and recovered. Very good, very comfortable. Helan was breathing evenly, her body comfortably exposed, slightly sweaty but not hot. They lay on their backs, hand in hand. Yi Wen also felt it; their process was too perfect, without a trace of awkwardness or stiffness, like a beautifully conceived gymnastics routine worthy of an award. Thinking of the word gymnastics, Yi Wen smiled. As usual, Helan pressed him for an answer. Yi Wen smiled and told her. Helan playfully hit him, then laughed herself. Fortunately, neither of them felt there was anything wrong with the situation; for a married couple to achieve this was already quite an accomplishment. "You said…" Yi Wen paused, thinking for a moment before speaking, "If you lived with Liang long-term, wouldn't this kind of thing happen too?" "Hmph, why not talk about you and Xiao Ya?" "Hehe, the same logic applies." He Lan began to think, and the final result left her feeling somewhat disappointed. Yi Wen found the answer in her eyes.

I've seen this sentence online more than once these past few days: "The brain is the largest sex organ."

It's truly brilliant.

Doesn't the passion, madness, novelty, and stimulation of sex all originate from the brain?

I seem to recall seeing a European film about a very happy couple who reached a point of sexual fatigue. A therapist arranged for the husband to attend a small party where everyone was masked. He never imagined that the woman who had captivated him was actually his wife, his constant companion.

"Are we tired of each other too?"

Helan asked Yiwen.

"No, not at all,"

Yiwen said.

"It's just a vague longing for something..."

"Don't overthink it, thinking too deeply will only lead to confusion," Helan said

.

"Have you ever thought about not wanting me? Or that I might leave you?"

Helan asked.

Yiwen's eyes widened: "Don't scare me..."

Helan laughed, hugging him and rubbing her breasts against him, looking very happy.

He hadn't really thought about this question. From the beginning, Yiwen had considered Helan his accomplice, exploring this together.

If he had even considered it, he would probably have to think twice.

He pulled her close, their faces touching: "We're not children anymore."

"Yeah, if that's the outcome, it'll be absolutely terrible." "

Hehe."

Yi Wen laughed again, seemingly out of nowhere.

This time, he explained why he was laughing before He Lan could even ask.

"The three great tragedies of life: becoming a shareholder after speculating in stocks, becoming a landlord after speculating in real estate, and becoming a husband after dating."

"We won't go that far, will we? Hehe."

"You're so annoying."

He Lan couldn't help but laugh and playfully punched him with her little fists.

In the end, not only Yi Wen, but the two of them both collapsed into bed and slept until dinner time, when Xiao Ya knocked on the door and woke them up.

Yi Wen opened the door, and Xiao Ya was startled, not expecting Yi Wen to be completely naked, his crotch dangling as he opened the door for her.

Since she had seen him, she no longer tried to hide it and defiantly walked inside. He Lan, wrapped in a blanket, leaned against the bed, afraid to move. But seeing Yi Wen behind Xiao Ya, she was both annoyed and amused, and screamed as she threw a pillow at him.

"What's so surprising? Don't you know what kind of person your own husband is?"

Xiao Ya mocked.

"What are you talking about?"

Yi Wen moved closer to Xiao Ya, who gasped and jumped aside. Yi Wen laughed and went to the bathroom to get dressed.

"Shameless."

He Lan chuckled, embarrassed to look at Xiao Ya, and scolded Yi Wen.

"Eating again so soon? I don't even know how much weight I've gained."

He Lan stretched and said.

"Don't worry, you won't gain weight if you exercise more."

Xiao Ya stared at the messy double bed, her words carrying a double meaning.

He Lan glanced at her, pouted, but dared not be stubborn anymore. She was afraid that Xiao Ya would say something even more hurtful.

Yi Wen came out after changing his clothes and heard that Liang had gone swimming in the pool behind the house. He muttered a few words, thinking that eating was a bit early, so he would go for a walk in the back first and then come back to eat. He asked who wanted to go, but He Lan and Xiao Ya both shook their heads. Yi Wen went out and also went to the waterfall in the back.

"How about we don't wait until the day after tomorrow? We can leave whenever we want after noon tomorrow?"

Xiaoya said.

She suddenly stared at Helan, her face flushed.

"By the way, is that okay?"

she asked Helan.

"Sure, it depends on how you plan. As long as you don't miss work at the hospital."

"I made a call, it shouldn't be a big problem. You're more important. Do you have enough time?"

Helan felt that her words were strange. When she looked up at her, Xiaoya was looking at her with a mocking smile. She immediately realized that she had fallen into her trap. Just like when they were children, Helan was often teased and ridiculed by her like this.

"Actually, you're a very naughty sister, Xiaoya."

Helan said with a red face.

"How am I naughty?"

she continued to tease her.

"You used to pretend to be so cold, it was all an act. Now I know you're actually naughty inside."

"You still say that? I..."

She pretended to pull off the blanket on Helan. Helan was scared, she wasn't wearing anything.

"Get up and wash up, dress up nicely, seduce them tonight. I want to drink, everyone has to drink, no one leaves until they're drunk."

"Oh, and I'm paying tonight,"

Xiaoya said.

Helan finished getting ready and looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She looked like a fresh-faced young woman, in good spirits, with a healthy complexion. The color of her clothes matched her skin tone perfectly, even a little too vibrant.

When she came out, she saw Xiaoya sitting on the sofa, the TV on but not watching, just sitting there blankly. Helan was a little surprised. She used to hate seeing Xiaoya like this, especially during the time Meng Haichuan had his accident. She would often sit there blankly for a while, oblivious to everything. 03-03 19

"What TV?"

Helan asked, sitting on the bed to make conversation.

"All done? Oh my, you little brat, you look like a completely different person after dressing up. Are you really going to seduce them?"

Xiaoya said exaggeratedly.

Helan ignored her, quietly looking at her: "Sister Xiao, I came out this time to help you relax. I saw you looking down earlier."

She smiled, "No, you're overthinking it. I'm very happy, really."

She fixed her gaze on the TV screen.

"Is it because you feel...something is putting pressure on you?"

"No, don't overthink it. Actually, I'm very happy. I really want to thank you, but I can't say it. Maybe it's because I've always felt that I'm older than you, that I should be the one taking care of you, but now everything is yours...including all these years, sigh...I won't say anymore." Xiaoya

's smile was a little bitter.

"Is it because you're thinking about your husband...?"

"No, Lanlan, it's nothing. It's just that sometimes I feel like life is too stagnant. Nothing else, really." "

..."

Helan was speechless.

"Actually...in terms of sex...Haichuan isn't a very stubborn person."

"You mean..."

Helan was a little surprised.

"He has sometimes hinted that he doesn't mind me...if the situation is suitable."

"Oh."

Helan stuck out her tongue in surprise.

"Last year, during an exchange trip to another hospital, there were actually some people...hehe...I'll never say more."

She looked up, her face flushed.

"Well..."

"It's nothing...I'm not as bold as you! You brat!"

She glared at Helan.

"Hehe, you're wronging me. Actually, I'm a complete victim too,"

Helan retorted.

"Pah!"

Xiaoya scoffed.

Xiaoya herself couldn't understand why she had said those things to Helan. She regretted it a little. How could she have become so unbelievable? She felt physically exhausted, her heart empty, and she felt a sense of despair, unable to predict the future.

Had her heart become wild? It shouldn't be like this at her age, but it was clearly happening. She had told Helan she would go back tomorrow, and as soon as she said it, she felt a pang of regret. In just a few short days, she thought the countdown to her life had been frozen in place, or even reversed. Her body and mind were drifting backward. How could someone who had always been virtuous and refined since her youth suddenly become so reckless?

She really had an urge to get drunk, to truly disregard everything.

She admired Helan somewhat. She had always said that Helan was her shadow, similar to her in many ways, but in this aspect, Helan had gone much further and earlier than her. Was it only because of Yi Wen? Perhaps not entirely. Without treating oneself well, outsiders can't control so much.

What she envied wasn't just physical pleasure, but the harmonious and tolerant bond between men and women, husbands and wives, that moved her deeply. Several times, in just these few days, she almost couldn't control herself and cried in one place. What kind of emotion was this?

How could such intertwined roles blend so harmoniously? It clearly brought happiness, an indescribable feeling of bliss, a happiness she longed to experience even in depravity.

But soon, like a dream, it would soon end, as long as tomorrow came.

She decided to get drunk, tonight.

Helan watched her, lost in thought, without disturbing her, and also thought of her own affairs. She didn't carry the sorrowful air of Xiaoya; she suddenly thought of her son, Qiangqiang. The little guy learned to swim last year. If he were on the mountain now, wouldn't he be overjoyed?

She felt a little guilty; she hadn't taken her son out to play properly during the summer vacation, letting him run around between his grandparents' and aunt's houses like he wasn't her own son anymore. Fortunately, the little guy seemed to be enjoying himself.

Dinner was entirely arranged by Xiaoya, and it was quite lavish. In a private room with a bamboo and wood structure, they spent over two hours, downing several bottles of red wine. Everyone was noticeably a little tipsy.

Helan drank the least, but even she had a flushed face and looked delicate.

The wine was undeniably alluring, and everyone at the table had a slightly unusual air about them, unspoken. Of course, outsiders wouldn't notice.

Looking at the scene, even the waitresses might have thought they were two couples out for a summer getaway, though their relationship would likely be misjudged.

Xiaoya sat next to Yiwen, and when Yiwen started shielding them from drinks, everyone assumed they were a couple.

Liang was particularly enthusiastic during the meal, pouring drinks for everyone. But when he raised his glass to Helan, her passionate gaze had already captivated him, and he willingly downed two glasses himself, claiming he'd even taken Helan's place.

No wonder Yiwen couldn't stand it and later shielded Xiaoya from the drinks; the hero saving the damsel in distress is an age-old trope, familiar to most men and women with a modicum of charm.

Yiwen deserved the scolding for his meddling, quickly receiving a reprimand from Helan: "Sister Xiao wants to drink, why did you stop her?"

Yiwen was speechless. Xiaoya, unable to bear seeing the pitiful Yiwen, downed her drink in one gulp, then gave him a flirtatious wink with a complex expression. Helan had never seen Xiaoya so alluring before; her extreme charm was enough to make even Helan, a woman, swoon…

"Are you afraid I'll get drunk?"

Xiaoya asked, her eyes hazy and red as she looked at Yiwen.

Yi Wen dodged, perhaps because He Lan was in front of him, he muttered to himself, trying to put on a brave face.

"I won't allow them to bully people."

His tongue was practically tied in a slurred speech. The mask was removed, revealing his true nature.

Yi Wen was a little unsteady on his feet when he returned to his room, but his mind was clear. He suddenly remembered this sentence. He was the last one to return. Xiao Ya was supposed to pay the bill, but He Lan was worried she might be confused, so she and Liang dragged her away.

The evening wind was quite chilly, and Yi Wen felt a little nauseous after being chilled by it. His alcohol tolerance was indeed not as high as Liang's; the two of them had drunk about the same amount, and he had even covered a lot of He Lan's drinks, but he seemed fine.

Back in the room, the scene was a little strange. Xiao Ya was slumped on the sofa, her hands covering her face.

He looked at He Lan, questioning her.

He Lan shook her head, forcing a smile.

Yi Wen sat down next to Xiao Ya and patted her shoulder: "Are you feeling unwell? Really drunk? It's all because of those brats making a ruckus and getting people drunk."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

He Lan said.

"Where is he?"

"He went upstairs to change his shoes."

"That brat thinks he's dealing with those bureaucrats at the state-owned enterprise, getting them drunk so he can sign contracts and make money."

Yi Wen muttered.

"What nonsense are you talking about? You're so considerate."

He Lan argued.

"Me? I'm alright, are you holding a grudge because I didn't cover for you with a drink?"

He chuckled.

Xiao Ya sat up, unable to resist laughing and scolding them. Xiao Ya seemed fine, except her eyes were a little red.

"So nothing's wrong? You scared me."

"What do you mean, nothing's wrong? I was just talking to the girl."

"Hmm, what did you say?"

Yi Wen sat down between the two of them.

"I wasn't talking to you."

He Lan leaned against Yi Wen coquettishly, her face flushed and alluring from the alcohol, her eyes fixed on him.

"Hehe, it was the girl who forced me to say it."

Yi Wen's hand was uncomfortable being pressed down by He Lan, so he pulled it out and placed it on her body, only able to rest it on her chest. He teasingly gave it a squeeze, earning a slap on He Lan's shoulder, but she immediately pulled his hand back and put it back where it was.

"You women are so strange, sometimes men are caught in a dilemma."

He Lan understood what he meant and explained with a coquettish laugh, "That's called gentlemanly conduct. Didn't you go to the entertainment venues in Las Vegas? The naked women there are so sexy, do you dare to touch them? You'd be lucky to escape with your life."

"Yes, yes, but you didn't just come from dancing at Las Vegas, did you? Besides, I just removed my hand from your two flat peaks, and you pulled me back. Aren't you tempting me to do it again?"

"Pah, pah, pah, are you really intoxicated by Las Vegas? Have you seen too many naked women? Who are the flat peaks?"

He Lan playfully argued with him.

"Oh dear, I meant it as a compliment, it's all about how you interpret it,"

Yi Wen protested.

Xiao Ya laughed and playfully hit him.

"I know, then sir, when do you respectfully address me as 'Bie Shan Feng'?"

He Lan asked sarcastically.

"Bie? What 'Bie'..."

Hahaha, Xiaoya laughed so hard her whole body trembled, tears welling up in her eyes. She said to Yiwen, "Looks like you're not a mature man yet. A smart man never uses certain things as an excuse."

Yiwen roughly rubbed Helan... She simply didn't dodge or flinch, enduring it with breathless gasps.

Xiaoya, watching from the side, felt a warmth in her heart. She looked up and met Yiwen's gaze. He pulled her close, and his burning lips were tightly kissed...

After putting it off for so long, she had always thought that time would calm her thoughts, allowing her to organize her words as logically and clearly as possible. However, it seems she has failed. As soon as she had the urge to write, her thoughts became chaotic. The three of them had been together for several years now, and although it was harmonious—more harmonious than she had initially expected—

the opportunities to actually sleep together were extremely limited. Perhaps, ultimately, rationality outweighed animalistic instincts. Although the passion was unparalleled, she deliberately avoided it.

With Xiaoya's participation in this trip, the implications for any man and woman in their prime are unimaginable. The intense response to

Yi

Wen's kiss was somewhat unexpected. Xiaoya's tongue passionately plunged into his mouth, completely disregarding Helan, who was half-lying on Yi Wen. Xiaoya's passion instantly ignited Yi Wen's desire.

Thanks to the hotel for providing such a spacious and comfortable sofa in the room, Yi Wen sat in the middle. Helan, already lying on his left with her head resting on his lap, was gently pulled by Yi Wen during the passionate kiss, allowing Helan to fall into the same position on his lap.

The two beauties leaned against each other, their hair gathered in a messy ball on Yi Wen's lap. Helan's eyes were slightly closed, her cheeks flushed with a captivating intoxication, as she peacefully held Yi Wen's hand tightly.

Xiao Ya was different; her dreamy eyes never left Yi Wen. When Yi Wen tried to slip his hand inside her collar, she even turned her body slightly, creating an ideal angle for his unbridled advances. The nipples Yi Wen touched were already hard and erect. He gently pinched one, causing Xiao Ya's body to tremble slightly; another pinch caused another tremor…

This unrestrained scene was something Yi Wen had never imagined. Excitement had already made his body respond intensely, his pitiful penis throbbing involuntarily between her two softly slick heads. Everyone's heart was in turmoil, yet everyone was enjoying this moment of peace.

Yi Wen withdrew his hand from her wonderfully soft breasts and began pulling her clothes up from the hem. Xiao Ya glanced at him, then lifted herself up, allowing him to rip her clothes off her head in one swift motion. Her bra was now left alone, a solitary guardian, waiting for its two owners.

With a flick of his wrist, Yi Wen's clasp popped open, revealing a pair of beautiful breasts freed from their restraints.

Xiao Ya's whiteness was truly dazzling, even surpassing He Lan's. Just as Yi Wen couldn't help but marvel upon first seeing her body, how could she possess such fair skin? If it weren't for the two pinkish-brown nipples, it would be a mass of solidified cream…

From her neck down, there was a striking contrast with her jet-black hair, and the curves that followed, including the subtly visible collarbone, were a masterpiece of art.

As Yi Wen watched in astonishment, He Lan turned around, now half-lying on his lap. Seeing his half-naked upper body, she slightly pursed her lips, a mocking smile playing on her lips. One of her hands landed on Yi Wen's lower abdomen, where the familiar swelling made him laugh again at her gaze.

She carefully examined Xiaoya's smooth forehead, the delicate skin making her a little jealous. She extended a little finger and gently ran it across the smooth area. At this moment, Xiaoya, who had been dazed, opened her eyes and smiled reproachfully, trying to sit up.

"You two are both bullying me!"

Xiaoya said.

Helan held her down, and finally found a few fine crow's feet at the corners of her eyes. In a childlike way, she felt happy inside and reflexively touched the corners of her eyes. Yiwen saw this action, shook his head with a smile, and thought, "Women..." Helan, annoyed that her thoughts had been seen through, pinched him hard, making Xiaoya grimace and beg for mercy.

"What's wrong?"

Xiaoya opened her eyes again.

"Nothing, he deserves to be punished. Look at him now, what is he? If he's not taught a lesson, he'll dare to have three wives and four concubines in the future,"

Helan said.

Helan mischievously unzipped Yiwen's jacket, catching him off guard. Her erect penis was quickly pulled out and exposed to the air, or rather, right next to Xiaoya's ear. She gently shook it twice, tapping it against Xiaoya's ear. Xiaoya turned

her face, and the penis hit her face. This time, she sat up abruptly, scolding the girl as a pervert. Perhaps because of tomorrow's departure, although meetings were usually easy, such an environment and atmosphere were rare, and the restless excitement in her heart was even more apparent…

or perhaps not—it was just because of the alcohol; after all, everyone had drunk a little. Yiwen tried to undress Helan, but she dodged him. Yiwen yielded, reaching behind him to turn off the main light, leaving only a lonely lamp in the corner.

With their tops removed, Yi Wen surveyed the two half-naked beauties before him. He Lan's breasts were slightly higher, proud and firm. When Yi Wen's gaze swept over her, Xiao Ya playfully tried to avoid him, but Yi Wen still pulled her into his arms. Xiao Ya's breasts drooped slightly, but the nipples were surprisingly upturned, a shape often used in nude photography to create a profile that subtly hinted at maturity.

They were truly grateful for the large sofa in the room, which was practically a small bed; even with the backrest, the three of them felt spacious. Yi Wen kept kissing the two women, but because his arms were around their waists, he could only watch their breasts ripple before him, unable to freely touch or caress them…

“We need to find another battlefield…”

Yi Wen said, somewhat annoyed.

“Yeah, I'm going upstairs.”

He Lan said, using her discarded top to cover her chest, which Yi Wen ripped off.

“You're so annoying!”

She reached out to snatch it back but missed… and had no choice but to run upstairs with Xiao Ya. Upstairs, Xiaoya pretended to run to her room, but Helan dragged her into her and Yiwen's large room.

Yiwen was a little puzzled; why wasn't Liang, who said he was coming up to change his shoes, responding? He went straight in and saw Liang lying on the bed, only humming when called.

"Really drunk? Kid, you're quite the show-off. You have a big mission tonight, you've really spoiled the mood, haha."

"It's okay, I'll just lie down for a bit,"

he hummed.

Back in the room, the lighting was dim and ambiguous; he knew Helan must have done it. Xiaoya, wrapped in a bath towel, was sitting on the sofa, pressing the remote to turn on the TV.

"Why are you wrapped in that? Aren't you hot?"

Yiwen chuckled, tossing the bath towel aside.

"Kid, he drank too much, all to fight for you."

Yiwen said to Helan on the bed while pulling Xiaoya into his arms.

"Really? He's not that bad at drinking."

Helan got off the bed.

"Go check on him, and get him a glass of water. I might have some 'Sea King Gold Bottle' in my bag downstairs; give it to him."

He Lan went out, and Yi Wen gently lifted Xiao Ya onto the bed.

Reaching down, he found her hands were already wet. "Hehe,"

he chuckled foolishly.

Xiao Ya smiled reproachfully in the dim light, her blushing face hidden.

Subtly, the allure of a mature woman was revealed to its fullest extent. Perhaps this scene perfectly embodied the meaning of "playing with someone": Xiaoya lay naked on the large bed, while Yiwen remained impeccably dressed.

It wasn't the first time, but Yiwen still couldn't help feeling amazed and fascinated. He couldn't help but compare the body before him to Helan's. The elasticity of her skin and organs wasn't as good as Helan's, but the feel of her skin was a completely different experience. He gently leaned in and gave her a kiss, a gesture of comfort, lest she laugh at him…

He was completely captivated by her body, forgetting all about the sight and neglecting to provide any real comfort. But Xiaoya held his lips tightly, creating a long, lingering, passionate kiss. Panting, she pushed him away, watching him from a distance.

"What's wrong?"

Xiaoya pulled the blanket over herself, her eyes fixed on the neatly dressed Yiwen: "Aren't you afraid of ruining your designer clothes?"

Yiwen chuckled and began to undress.

Finally, Yi Wen, somewhat annoyed and condescendingly rational, straddled Xiao Ya's body, playfully pressing his bulging member against her face.

Xiao Ya opened her eyes, staring at him defiantly, then reached out and grasped it, slowly taking it into her mouth, gently swallowing and releasing it…

Yi Wen was helpless. He was hurt by the scene before him. The key was that over the years, He Lan's constant, half-serious, half-joking advances had fueled a deep longing for Xiao Ya. However, on the other hand, Xiao Ya had always been like an older sister to He Lan and Yi Wen, and he couldn't immediately detach himself from that circle.

This naked and open display of affection, besides desire, was accompanied by embarrassment and even a sense of near-immorality, overwhelming Yi Wen.

In the end, Yi Wen couldn't suppress himself any longer. He couldn't let Xiao Ya's warm little mouth tease his penis so frivolously. She was taking it too seriously, too engrossed. If this continued, he would soon turn his "army" into a defeated horde.

He pulled away and lay down, this time giving Xiao Ya a grateful kiss, thankful for her calm acceptance of his teasing, for her earnestness. He felt his tongue sweeping through her mouth with no ease; no matter where he touched, her tongue was sticky and clinging to him.

"You bad guys, what kind of magic potion did you use? Even good women turn bad when they meet bad guys like you,"

Xiao Ya said breathlessly.

"Hehe, I've only ever heard of flies not landing on eggs without cracks,"

Yi Wen chuckled mischievously.

"Your cracked egg went out."

"I know, the egg went for the fly."

Hehe, Xiao Ya was happy to playfully hit him.

Yi Wen had already experienced Xiao Ya's warmth; her body was warm and ticklish, tightly enveloping him. This was already very good.

Xiaoya hugged him, this was also a way, they were intimately intertwined, motionless.

"Actually, you two should go see Helan today. The sudden decision to postpone going back yesterday was for her sake, so she doesn't feel like this trip was in vain."

"Hehe, is that what you think? It seems our scheme has been under your control for a long time, I admire you."

Yiwen teased, slowly thrusting into her a few times, eliciting her continuous moans... Xiaoya spread her legs, forgetting herself, and lifted them high to wrap around his waist, her hands cupping Yiwen's firm buttocks, completely surrendering herself to him...

The advantage of being wet was that Yiwen could move in and out freely, the thrilling pleasure did not come from the urgent impact, the unspoken writhing and panting at the point of contact was already very tempting, deeply arousing the nerves of the two acquaintances.

Xiaoya felt like she had been hovering on the edge of orgasm from the very beginning, but she didn't want it to come so quickly. Just as she was about to reach her peak, she pressed down on his body, and Yiwen always stopped stimulating her at just the right moment, letting her escape from that edge.

"So much water..."

Yiwen said, making her feel shy. She pulled a bath towel over to catch the trickling water.

"You guys are killing me..."

Xiaoya bit her hand to keep herself from making any too unrestrained noises.

"How could that be... Aren't you happy?"

"It's because I'm happy... What will we do when we get back? You bad guy."

Xiaoya used all her charm, twisting her hips violently to express her emotions.

"Hehe, later... will you still be able to escape?"

"Do you know what I regret most these past two days? I acted too late! How could I be so stupid, letting you get away with it for so long."

Yiwen dodged her for a while, and then retaliated fiercely with her wanton twisting.

"Oh...oh...is it true? You're not lying?"

Xiaoya was gradually drawn higher and higher by him...

"If I let you go, do you think they'll let you go?"

Yiwen felt a tingling sensation down his spine, a familiar feeling, a signal to begin surrendering. He was about to slow down when he collided with Xiaoya's new round of violent twisting. His unprepared counterattack only elicited a thousand responses...

He thrust deeply into her, his entire body on top of hers, as if they were completely connected.

After a long while, both of them were still breathing softly. Yiwen rolled over and lay down beside her, holding her.

"Go and see, comfort Helan."

Xiaoya's slender hands stroked his chest, a little forcefully, her nails leaving fine marks on his skin.

"What can I do if I go over like this?"

Yiwen stroked his penis, which swayed softly. Xiaoya blushed and smiled, taking his hand. Speaking of which, everyone used to be a bit reserved in their interactions. Now, Xiaoya feels that Yiwen is more genuine. His good-natured jokes and pranks are actually quite relaxing, especially those with a slightly suggestive undertone.

"I think you two are being a little too kind." "

But even so, I'm still very grateful, really, I'm very happy."

Xiaoya gently held his penis, the limp thing with a strange texture.

"What are you talking about? Nonsense. Why would that girl come to you? Hehe, because she knows someone's been eyeing it for a long time."

Who? Xiaoya stopped.

"Hmm... it's this."

Yiwen playfully puffed out his perineal muscles, making the limp thing jump exaggeratedly twice.

"You're lying again."

Xiaoya smiled, shifted her body slightly, and stared intently at the thing in her hand.

"Let's go take a look, or I can help you?"

She bent down, letting the penis rub against her face, making Yiwen's heart tremble.

"Do you like it coming to you whenever you want?"

Yi Wen stroked her face, simultaneously touching his own erection...

"Mmm..."

Xiao Ya's face was surprisingly flushed, but her cheeks were still slightly rosy.

"To be fair, I hope it comes to me whenever I want too."

Yi Wen lewdly slipped his hand between her legs, his fingers probing into the dense forest, where instead of a trickle of fluid, it was now a blurry mass...

"Ugh... Oh..."

She twisted her body and got up, embarrassed by her physical betrayal. She turned and fled into the bathroom.

Yi Wen followed her in, showered with her, and then shared some tender moments. Unable to resist her repeated urging, their lips pressed tightly together, their tongues entwined in a passionate embrace before he reluctantly pulled away, opened the door, and went out...

As he walked down the corridor, Yi Wen recalled that when he was entangled with Xiao Ya, he hadn't thought of He Lan at all. Was it because of his infatuation with Xiao Ya's body? Or was it because he trusted Liang? It was probably the latter. As a caring partner, he would undoubtedly not waver in his heart. Now, if he were to talk about his infatuation with a woman, from a rational perspective, there was a minimum of restraint. He

was a little tired, his joints ached, and he smiled to himself. Xiao Ya was actually quite formidable, even more so than He Lan.

In just a few steps down the corridor, he had thought of so much. Yi Wen grinned and pushed open the door. It was a little different from what he had expected. He Lan was sitting on the edge of the bed, Liang's head resting on her lap. It was

so quiet. Looking at Liang's dejected appearance, it wasn't surprising.

"Aren't you feeling any better yet?"

"Yeah, much better. I guess I can go to the battlefield soon. What are you doing here? Not here to cause trouble, are you?"

Liang teased, sticking his neck out.

"Just lie down. Stop joking. Drink some more water. It'll dilute the alcohol in your blood. I didn't expect you to be such a heavy drinker. You'll definitely have dementia when you're old." "

Hehe."

Yi Wen stood in front of them gloating, his hands clasped together, grinning wickedly. "Finally, I can let my wife be virgin." "What are you saying? Get lost." He Lan kicked him with her leg. "Look at him standing there, aren't his legs trembling? " Liang pointed at Yi Wen's legs, lying on He Lan's lap, teasing him. "Really? No way! No way!" Yi Wen protested, but he seemed genuinely a little guilty and unsteady on his feet. He quickly sat down on the sofa, making Liang laugh so hard he almost choked, his whole body shaking against He Lan. "Are you not feeling any worse now? Looks like you're just pretending." He Lan couldn't help but stand up and sit on the sofa, carefully observing Yi Wen. "Looks like you've overdone it," Helan said sarcastically. Yi Wen glanced at her sideways: "You still dare to say that? I've neglected you? Feeling resentful?" "Pah...pah..." "Hehe, yeah, but don't worry, you'll pay back everything you owe her, bit by bit." Liang, clearly having sobered up, sat up to chime in, though it was unclear whose side he was on. "Pay back? How much? You..." Helan suddenly pounced on the bed and pinched him, seemingly still angry that he had so sarcastically sided with Yi Wen and mocked her. Yi Wen chuckled as he watched them playfully frolicking on the bed, but a tightness in his chest made him feel a little uncomfortable. He felt that Helan's words had become somewhat aggressive at times. The gentle and understanding Helan of the past seemed distant. Perhaps this time was a bit special, he reassured himself. He saw that Liang had already made Helan a half-naked beauty on the bed. Helan leaned against his legs, her face upturned, accepting Liang's kisses intimately. One of Liang's hands was already inside her loose pajama pants, groping her wantonly. Yi Wen snorted and moved closer to the bed, teasingly saying, "Give me some comforting. You haven't been able to have your fill these past few days, so your words are always barbed." Liang couldn't help but laugh, his lips leaving He Lan's as he chuckled. He Lan angrily kicked him, but Yi Wen easily grabbed her ankle and pulled down her pants. Liang's hand, which was inside her panties, was suddenly exposed. Liang was a little embarrassed and tried to turn He Lan around to cover her private parts, but Yi Wen held her legs down. "Don't mess around, honey," He Lan murmured, pleading. But Yi Wen mischievously picked her up from Liang's arms, letting her upper body lean against the foot of the bed, and helped Liang pull down her only panties. "You're so annoying, honey, aren't you tired enough yet?" He Lan blushed and wrapped her arms around Yi Wen's neck. Gradually, her body was becoming increasingly aroused, and she was no longer concerned about her naked private parts in front of Liang. Yi Wen stopped teasing her and began to kiss her passionately, her lips, her cheeks, her neck, her earlobes, making her feel burning hot. "Want your little husband to make you feel good? Are you getting impatient?" Yi Wen whispered teasingly in her ear. "Mmm... mmm." He Lan was already in a daze... Liang was also impatient, pulling down his pants, his penis already dancing, and without any prelude, he went straight into He Lan's vagina. "Oh..." He Lan half-raised her body and then fell heavily back down. The poor woman, her body had been burning with desire for days... Yi Wen himself was also dizzy from the scene before him. Although he didn't feel the same excitement as when he first witnessed He Lan's tender submission a few years ago, it was still an extremely exciting scene. He gulped down, but his dry throat couldn't swallow anything, only making a hollow sound, which was quickly drowned out by He Lan's rising moans. Yi Wen made a comical gesture, sitting down at the foot of the bed, his legs spread apart as if he were riding on the edge, lifting He Lan's upper body so she was completely against him. This way, his gaze could directly see her swaying breasts and Liang's erect penis thrusting in and out below… He Lan felt ashamed; this action… was too exaggerated. She shifted slightly, but there was no real change in her posture. Her movement was almost symbolic; she just twisted and then gave up. She looked up at the perpetrator, Yi Wen, whose serious expression was somewhat ridiculous. When their eyes met, he smiled awkwardly and unnaturally. He Lan gave him a tender, unspoken, grateful look, her attention irrevocably drawn back to Liang, her body still throbbing with pleasure. "Close your eyes," Yi Wen whispered in her ear. He Lan closed her eyes as instructed, and it felt much better. She was no longer distracted by the shame of violating societal norms, and could revel in the waves of pleasure washing over her. Yi Wen reached out a hand and gently rubbed her taut abdomen. His hand, along with He Lan's abdomen and entire body, rippled with the light's thrusts, creating a tender scene. He noticed that He Lan's nipples were playfully erect, glowing with a rosy light. The lovely woman, her entranced expression filled him with pride. What could be more beautiful than this moment? Those ridiculous thoughts that used to unconsciously surface in moments of passion vanished in an instant. His hand moved upwards, grasping one of He Lan's breasts. It was now much larger than usual, bouncy like a young girl's, no longer soft and boneless as before, and her whole body was completely limp. He stood up and laid her flat on the bed. Ignoring the visual aspect, this made it easier for the light to thrust in and out. Sure enough, He Lan immediately let out an even sharper moan. She clutched the sheet tightly to her mouth, but the sound still seeped through the fabric. He finally took off his trousers. Having just finished his physical struggle with Xiaoya, he probably had no energy left to comfort Helan. He only hoped to give her some emotional comfort. However, he did not expect that his penis had been aroused from the beginning by Helan rubbing against his back. Now that he was standing up without pressure or restraint, it stood up even more arrogantly.

Liang made Helan turn over, arching her back and lying face down, so she could see Yi Wen's erect penis.

"No...husband...it's so annoying."

Helan's mouth was quickly covered by Yi Wen's...Liang's re-entry made Helan unable to make a sound.

The position of being attacked from both ends didn't last long before Helan went limp. When Liang freed his hand to grasp her exaggeratedly swaying breasts from below, she collapsed onto the bed completely limp. The two men stood there, chuckling and bewildered, their penises raised.

"What's wrong? Tired?"

Yi Wen asked her with a fawning grin.

"Hehe, no, husband, why do you seem so awkward here today, hehe."

Helan giggled incessantly.

"Oh, is that so? Hehe, no problem, I'll excuse myself for a bit."

With that, he went to the bathroom, rolled up a towel, and left with a wicked grin.

He Lan got up, and the two straightened the crumpled sheets, lying back down. Both were now covered in a fine sheen of sweat. He Lan pressed herself against Liang, clinging to him.

"Tired?"

she asked.

"Not tired,"

Liang said.

They both laughed, remembering the joke from that advertisement. Liang's hand reached down to her crotch, where it was wet and sticky. She shoved his hand away. Liang's penis was no longer as erect, pitifully limp.

"It's been exhausted these past few days, serves it right, working so hard. Hehe… don't work so hard with other people next time,"

she scolded playfully.

It was obvious who she meant by "other people."

"Hehe. Yes, ma'am, it's yours,"

Liang replied with a grin.

She bent down and naturally took his penis into her mouth, sucking and swallowing. Liang was no longer as reserved as before. Being with Helan was much more relaxed than before. When he reached down to her again, she glanced at him but no longer stopped him from playing with her there.

His penis became erect again, and slowly Helan was able to give it her all. Liang's hand was too unrestrained; he pushed it as far inside as possible, from two fingers to three, and later, she didn't know how many. It was like he was playing music inside her body. Her body, uncooperative, continuously leaked fluids, so smooth and slippery—no wonder his magic hands could do whatever they wanted.

"I can't take it anymore, you bad boy,"

she whispered in his ear.

She felt as if countless insects were crawling all over her body, tickling her so much her heart was about to jump out.

"What's wrong? Don't you want to come in anymore?"

she smiled seductively, like a garden full of spring...

He laughed and leaned over her, and she shamelessly spread her legs as wide as possible... This action stemmed from her good husband's teachings: the more wanton a woman is, the more obsessed a man becomes.

She blushed slightly at the thought of the word "lewd," but her face was already flushed. Unfortunately, her advances were unrewarded—Liang bent down but made no further moves. She stood up and saw his erect penis pointing directly at her, motionless.

"Do it yourself,"

Liang said arrogantly.

"Ugh! Fine, I'll do it myself."

She reached out and grasped it, guiding it to her vulva, gently rubbing the tip until it was coated with slippery fluid. It slid effortlessly into her vagina…

"You're so annoying, even more annoying than Yi Wen."

Once inside, Helan held him quietly, not in a hurry for him to move.

"Don't you really want to come in?"

she asked, looking at him with wide eyes.

"Hehe, how could I?"

"You really are…"

"What?"

Her eyes widened. It was getting more and more arousing.

He chuckled. Before he could finish, he was pinched hard on the buttocks, making him wince in pain.

"You… pinch me again and my little brother will deflate,"

he said.

She released the flesh she was pinching and began to rub it.

"You dare laugh at me?"

she said coquettishly, feigning displeasure. Slowly, her breathing quickened.

"Liang..."

she whispered.

"Mmm..."

"Move—do me..."

she said.

"Mmm...do you like it?"

He began to move.

"You slut...I like it..."

he said.

He prepared to thrust his hips again, daring to utter nonsense.

"Then I...am a slut."

She was clearly also in a daze.

He began to thrust vigorously, like a child receiving a reward.

Perhaps it was too stimulating, Helan felt a little sorry for him looking at his pained expression: "Just cum if you want to...why hold back?"

He came rather quickly. Helan didn't have an orgasm, but she felt endless pleasure...she savored his thrusts deep into her body...and lovingly wiped the sweat from his face. When he was done, he relaxed and pressed himself against her, their bodies sticky.

"Hot...inside."

she said.

He turned his face away awkwardly to wipe his sweat.

"Why are you so excited?"

she teased, her voice tinged with affection.

"Hehe, it's all because of you."

"What about me?"

He turned away, still smiling. "I won't tell you."

Pressed hard, he finally blurted out, "Just one word: '*'!"

"Pah, what's wrong with you men?"

After a short rest, their breathing calmed, and they went to shower together. Back in bed, they embraced again, their bodies feeling cool and smooth. After a few caresses, Helan started wriggling again.

"It's itchy,"

she said.

"I haven't had enough yet,"

he said.

"Hehe, is it still okay?"

"Definitely."

"Stubborn."

"Hehe."

She took his hand and placed it between her legs.

"Don't move,"

she said.

"Okay, I won't."

His wrist was between her legs, his fingers reaching far across her body, landing between her buttocks, but his fingers couldn't stay still...

"Hehe, you moved."

He flicked her anus with his fingers, and she laughed.

"...I told you not to move."

"I forgot what it feels like,"

he said.

"What do you want?"

She knew what he was talking about.

"Yes."

"Are you sure you can do it?"

"Look."

She saw it. How could this be? His penis was erect again...

"How can you do it now?"

She took his hand and placed it there. It was dry and clean, no longer so lubricated.

"Watch me,"

he said.

He made her turn to the side, one leg bent forward, so that everything that needed to be exposed was exposed... He leaned down and kissed her lovely spot, and the trickling spring came out, didn't it? The impatient penis returned home again...

She couldn't help but hook her legs around him tightly like an octopus, her whole body almost sucking on him instead of him pressing down on her. Her whole body was attached to him, and the point where they were connected could still move freely in and out. It was a miracle.

He thrust himself deep into her body, the rhythm unexpectedly intense. She seemed weightless, as if she were a feather, so excited. Was it because she was inviting him to enter her...?

She was breathless and flustered from the thrusting, her hands groping around, searching for a support, something to hold her body, and more importantly, something to support her trembling heart. She touched his firm, cool buttocks, then moved down to his large testicles, playfully bumping against her hips. She familiarly explored those two things she loved, as if exploring her own body...

"I'm going to faint..."

she cried out, clinging to him.

Finally, she couldn't hold on any longer, collapsing completely, pulling him down onto her.

He pulled away, his penis glistening wetly in the light. His gaze then focused on her swollen, red breasts, pressed together. He straddled her, placing his penis between her breasts. She understood, obediently pushing her full breasts together, tightly enveloping them. Liang felt enveloped in tenderness and sweetness…

Yi Wen hadn't done this… She smiled, helping him create this novelty, letting him thrust in and out like having sex, feeling her nipples tingling with a mixture of pleasure and discomfort.

Liang found the sensation of pleasure from this action truly wondrous. He inadvertently turned his head and saw the two people on the bed in the mirror opposite. Even more unexpectedly, he saw Helan's hand on her own body—specifically, on her vulva, lasciviously caressing that tuft of hair. He seemed to prefer seeing the real Helan, this real part of her.

When he got off her and went to suckle her vulva, it was already soaked. He smeared it with his hands, lubricating her entire lower body. When he lifted her legs, she twitched in surprise.

"Are you scared? Then stop."

"Mmm, come on..."

She pulled him...

"It's so full... oh..."

She rubbed her breasts, probably trying to distract herself. A powerful rod was inserted into her white buttocks, leaving her completely powerless...

"You can move..."

she said.

He carefully thrust in and out, slowly, but it seemed as if her grip on his penis was tight. Just as he was about to adjust, his body throbbed and he collapsed...

"You... came? I felt it... hehe, so excited?"

"Hehe. So exciting..."

He leaned down between her snow-white breasts with shame...

Helan didn't experience the feeling of reaching the peak, but she was still satisfied. She clung tightly to Liang's arms, her face upturned, her eyes full of tenderness, but Liang avoided looking at her.

"What are you doing?" she asked him with a smile, forcefully turning his body around.

She knew he was still a little bothered by his earlier behavior, so she smiled and stopped avoiding him.

"Go to sleep, we have to drive tomorrow,"

she said.

"You...aren't you going?"

"Are you trying to send me away?"

"Hehe."

He reached out and hugged her, laughing childishly.

Xiaoya was the first to get up in the morning. After everyone else got up and got ready, they went to breakfast and then started their journey home.

Liang was driving again on the way back, with Helan and Xiaoya, the two women, sitting in the back. Music was playing in the car, very softly. At first, someone would occasionally hum along quietly, but then it stopped.

The car was a little quiet, and there was not much conversation. Helan and Yiwen started to doze off one after the other, while Liang drove attentively.

Xiaoya didn't sleep. For some reason, she felt a little empty inside. The experiences of the past few days felt like a dream, and she was in a daze before waking up.

Hai Chuan had called that morning to ask when she would be back. Hearing her husband's voice felt strangely comforting. They had lived a simple, familial life for years, and this feeling surfaced after just a few days apart. Xiao Ya felt a bittersweet warmth in her heart.

The man in front of her had slightly disheveled hair and a strong, muscular neck, making him appear young and powerful. Several times, Xiao Ya even considered giving him a massage, having prepared an excuse: "Tired?"

She decided to ask.

But she didn't reach out.

Suddenly, she felt her hand grasped. It was He Lan, his eyes piercingly looking at her, making her heart flutter. She remained silent. They

were already within their city limits; they would be home before lunch, ending the trip.

Xiao Ya felt another tremor in her heart.

"A little longer," she said to He Lan, "I'll take a nap.

" "Okay."

They drove quickly, entering the city before 10:30. They found a familiar hotel, grabbed a quick bite for lunch, and then dropped Xiao Ya off at her apartment complex. The car stopped in front of her building, and a moment of silence followed.

Xiao Ya broke the silence: "Aren't either of the two men going to help me get my things?"

Yi Wen laughed and jumped out of the car: "Everyone's going to miss you."

It was very hot outside, and Xiao Ya, Liang, and He Lan in the car had already gone inside to enjoy the shade after saying goodbye.

They entered the elevator, and the doors closed.

Xiao Ya leaned closer to Yi Wen.

Yi Wen leaned in and kissed her, and she smiled.

The elevator was fast, and they would reach their destination in the blink of an eye.

"Will you think of me later?"

she asked, looking at the top of the elevator.

"Of course I will, I'm thinking of you now."

Yi Wen leaned in again.

She dodged him, laughing and scolding, "You bad boy."

The elevator doors opened.

As soon as they pressed the doorbell, the doors opened, and Meng Haichuan opened the door, smiling as he said that he had just seen the car stop at the window.

Yi Wen warmly called him brother-in-law, put down his things, and then politely took his leave: "I've been away for a few days, and I had to rush to see my son, otherwise the little guy would throw a tantrum, haha."

Hai Chuan said a little unhappily that he had gone out to buy groceries early in the morning and cooked half of it, waiting for them to come back to eat. Hearing that they had already eaten, he was quite worried: "Now, how long will it take for the two of them to eat all this food?"

"Then we'll put it in the refrigerator and eat it slowly!"

As he took the bag inside, Yi Wen couldn't resist giving Xiao Ya a hard pinch on the shoulder. Xiao Ya blushed slightly and glared at him reproachfully.

Back home, He Lan felt a little lazy; she hadn't expected playing to be so tiring.

"Hehe,"

Yi Wen chuckled.

"What are you laughing at?"

He Lan sensed his mischievousness.

"You didn't go out to play, you went out to risk your life! How could you not be tired?"

He Lan laughed and tried to hit him with her bag. Yi Wen dodged, and the hit landed on Liang. Liang glanced at him and gave a simple, honest smile. Earlier, when Yi Wen went upstairs, the two had shared a brief moment of intimacy in the car.

Once inside, with the air conditioning on, they both felt exhausted and sprawled out on the sofa.

"What are your plans?"

Yi Wen asked Liang.

"What? Is this how you kick someone out?"

He Lan scolded him angrily.

"What? I didn't kick him out! I asked him if he wanted to rest for a while or if I wanted to drag you to bed for some serious fun,"

Yi Wen quickly retorted, seeing her anger.

"Pah..."

Helan threw a pillow next to her hard.

"Liang, come here. Since he said that, carry me upstairs."

Helan simply shamelessly agreed... Actually, to be honest, she felt much more relaxed now that the three of them were together than when Xiaoya was there. Although she had planned this trip herself, she was secretly regretting it. Not for any other reason than that she felt she hadn't spent enough time alone with Liang.

Liang smiled foolishly. He often felt a little awkward when the couple flirted like this, because his role was indeed a bit awkward.

Helan couldn't bear to see him like that, so she smiled and stood up, saying, "Alright, you guys talk about something serious. I'm going to take a shower first. I wasted my morning shower; I'm all sticky now."

Yiwen got up and made a few phone calls, while Liang sat down at the computer and turned it on.

Yiwen quickly confirmed that there was basically nothing to do, except for a few reports that needed to be signed.

Relaxing, he lay back down on the sofa and actually fell into a deep sleep, his soft, rhythmic snores filling the living room.

Liang hesitated. He saw several emails from his assistant in Guizhou. Although they weren't urgent matters, there were still a few unresolved issues with their relationships there, which was why he had mentioned wanting to sell the business to Yi Wen in the first place

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