[Urban] Summer (Complete) - 4-6

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Helan walked out of the room, applying something to her face. Her pajamas, though not revealing, were quite sheer, almost showing her nipples. Both men followed her with slightly surprised looks; it would have been even more interesting if the living room lights had been brighter.

Her actions were also symbolic. Liang and Wen each sat on a two-seater sofa, but she didn't sit next to either of them. Instead, she sat on a bench opposite them, seemingly indicating that the two men were equally important to her.

She didn't need to walk past them to sit in a far corner.

The three of them ate fruit Helan had prepared and watched TV. When Wen went to the bathroom, she turned around and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Nothing,"

Liang said.

"Liar,"

Helan waved her hand, fanning away the smoke in the room.

"We just said we borrowed a car from the client, and we'll drive there ourselves."

Wen didn't come out again. Helan went to the door and saw him wrapped in a bath towel, asleep on the sofa.

Helan felt a pang of sadness and said to Liang, "Go to sleep, you're tired."

Liang went into another bedroom, and Helan hesitated for a moment before following him.

She hugged his waist from behind.

"Go to sleep early, be good!"

she said.

He turned around and slipped his hand inside the wide neckline of her nightgown, kneading her bouncing breasts.

Helan quickly felt his body begin to press against her lower abdomen, and quickly pushed him away, gently dodging him, laughing as she ran off.

"Husband, get up and go to bed."

Helan shook Yiwen.

He opened his eyes, took a big gulp of tea, stretched, and lay down on the bed.

"Is the boy asleep?"

"Yes."

He pulled her over and scooped her up in his arms.

"So well-behaved today? Is he alright?"

He whispered in her ear, "Let him come over."

"No."

She hesitated.

"Alright, I have to drive tomorrow, let him sleep tonight."

Helan lay down beside him, leaning against him. "Tired?"

"Not bad."

He reached out and let her lie in his arms, his face rubbing against her black hair. She pulled him down and kissed him. "There's a smell of smoke, it wasn't cleaned properly,"

she said.

He sucked on her smooth tongue, too lazy to argue, his hand slipping inside her pajamas and fiddling with her inner thigh.

"Wife, are you happy?"

"Mmm..."

"Shameless."

Wen teased.

"I just scolded that kid."

"Scolded what?"

Helan sat up nervously.

"Too presumptuous, doing whatever he wanted."

"No way!"

"Heh... you're already defending him, you stinky wife?"

Wen's fingers squeezed between her wet vaginal openings. "Coming to you during work hours for pleasure, doesn't that count?"

"No."

She moaned.

"Wife, you still dare to deny it?"

He pressed his thumb against her clitoris and rubbed it. He kissed her earlobe, breathing softly, "What did he do when he came back this afternoon? Did he harass you?"

"Oh...yes."

Helan murmured in surrender, her whole body limp.

"Did you like it? How did he harass you?"

"He touched me..."

Helan squirmed.

"And you even mated, right? You needed it too, right?"

Wen's words were deliberately provocative, but his mind was unusually clear. He knew that Helan was most likely to drift along with his thoughts at this moment.

"Yes..."

"Comfortable, happy, right?"

"Yes..."

Wen's penis grew larger with each throbbing. Helan reached out and grasped it wantonly, "Husband, is it okay?"

Her disheveled hair and hazy, lustful look immediately made Wen's blood surge. His penis bounced, and he was involuntarily guided into the depths by Helan's grasp.

"Wife, you're so shameless. How can you do this with two men?"

He slowly thrust in and out.

"Yes, I didn't know."

Helan closed her eyes tightly, her brows furrowed as if in great pain.

"Your husband is being cheated on, do you know that?"

"I know, it's your own choice, don't blame me, husband."

"Yes, oh, your husband likes it, so don't be so shy anymore, let him take you tomorrow? Do you like being together?"

"Okay..."

Helan seemed hypnotized.

He pushed her legs apart and quickened his movements.

"Tomorrow you'll be his wife, you'll be free? Tomorrow is your honeymoon, do you like it? You can let that boy caress you all the time? Be a lovely woman..."

He kept talking nonsense in her ear.

It was late, and neither of them slept. They slowly recovered from their exhaustion, their bodies intertwined, engaging in a more open and honest exchange than usual.

Actually, Helan still couldn't quite understand Wen's actions. In her memory, Wen was a rather stingy person in this regard, and she remembered him being overjoyed on their wedding night because she was a virgin.

"Back then, did you think I definitely wouldn't retain my virginity?"

"Actually, it was an unexpected surprise for me,"

Wen said. "Back then, because I loved you, I was mentally prepared to tolerate you, but I didn't expect..."

He chuckled like he used to.

"And now? Is it compensation or a reward?"

she asked, playfully pinching his nose.

"It's a combination of things. As for compensation, it's not because of what happened back then, but since you have such good conditions, and God has brought you a man you can accept, I feel I shouldn't stop you from enjoying life."

"You mean, if it weren't for Liang, none of this would have happened?"

"I don't know. Maybe there would be another similar character, but the process certainly wouldn't be as perfect as it is now."

"Then what did you get out of it?"

she asked.

"My happiness is intertwined with your happiness. As someone who loves you, I should be happy that you enjoy life."

However, Yi Wen never revealed his other desire: the thrill and satisfaction he derived from watching He Lan and Liang's intimate moments.

"You like watching me and him..."

"Yes."

"You're so annoying!"

He Lan said.

"But you don't hate the thing itself,"

Wen said.

"Go to sleep, we won't understand even if we talk until dawn,"

Wen said.

"I just hate you!"

She pressed her body against him fiercely.

"If you hate me so much, then go to sleep!"

he said.

"I hate you, I hate you!"

she thrashed at him desperately.

He pulled her body close, preventing her from moving, and looked at her: "Are we going again tomorrow?"

"Yes!"

she said without blinking.

"Alright, go to sleep, you big flirt."

Yi Wen sighed, feigning extreme hurt.

Wen quickly drifted into a half-asleep state, seemingly asleep but unable to fall asleep, because He Lan kept turning over. Later, she simply put her thigh on his body. They didn't have this habit; normally they slept separately without disturbing each other. He groggily touched the leg pressing against him a couple of times, pushed it off, and quickly put it back on.

He muttered to himself, "Wife, you're so annoying."

"I can't sleep,"

He Lan said coquettishly, pressing her whole body against his back, her breasts pressing against his back.

Wen suddenly turned around, realizing, "Could it be... you brat, do you want that rascal to come over? No wonder you can't sleep!"

"Ugh, who wants him over? What a scoundrel."

She reached down and placed her hand on her husband's limp penis.

He hugged her, pressing his face against hers, burning hot. Feeling a little reluctant, he whispered, "So you want to throw yourself into his arms?"

She pushed him away coyly. "...Go away!"

Then, she pressed against him again, not wanting to sleep at all.

"So that's really it."

Wen opened his eyes and looked at her in the dark, "So all that hard work lasting half the night didn't satisfy you at all, and you're still in heat? How come you're getting stronger and stronger now, actively asking to go to war? Before, it seemed like I was the one forcing you into prostitution."

Wen teased.

"Get lost, I just can't sleep, who said I wanted to go to his place?"

Wen looked at his watch; it was already past one o'clock.

"Alright, alright, I can't stop you from cheating on me anyway. Give me the blanket."

Helan covered him with the blanket, turned up the air conditioner, went around to the inside of the bed, squatted at the head of the bed, and looked at Yi Wen.

He opened his eyes: "What is it now?"

She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek: "Are you angry?"

"Get away from me, you *woman*."

He laughed and scolded.

She leaned in and kissed Wen's lips again. Wen felt her hot body temperature again, and he pushed her away: "Go on, don't be too crazy, get some rest."

She was stunned for a moment, then hugged his head with gratitude: "I'm not going."

He picked up the slippers on the floor and pretended to hit her, "Are you kidding me?"

She giggled and ran away.

When she got to the living room, she hesitated. She sat on the sofa wrapped in her pajamas and stared blankly for a while. What was she doing? Was she going to throw herself into his arms like Wen said? She felt ashamed and hesitated.

She was really about to go back to her room, but the moment she pushed open the door, she couldn't resist the temptation of desire and quietly went into Liang's room instead. Wen heard her footsteps as she turned back, and he chuckled inwardly that she hadn't overcome this hurdle after all. He pretended to be asleep, waiting for her to come in, but then the noise stopped, followed by the soft sound of the door opening.

He Lan entered Liang's room in a panic, her heart pounding, incredibly nervous. Just as Wen had said, if she had been passive before, now she was completely throwing herself into his arms. She didn't know what Liang would think. She put Wen's feelings aside for the time being; otherwise, she wouldn't have acted coyly and asked Wen to expose her intentions. She was afraid Liang would look down on her.

The room was dark, and Liang was snoring softly. She stood by the bed, looking at the man sleeping on the white sheets.

The bed in this room wasn't big. She sat on the edge of the bed, carefully lay down, and squeezed next to him. She felt feverish all over.

Liang woke up and looked at her with some surprise.

She buried her face in his chest, utterly ashamed: "I want you, take me now..."

He instantly became excited, her white nightgown almost torn apart by him. Without foreplay, without any unnecessary movements, his penis entered her wet body...

Helan almost fainted... motionless, enduring Liang's thrusts. It was incredibly smooth inside; she could feel Wen's semen lubricating their passion deep inside. Under Liang's relentless, hundreds of thrusts, Helan couldn't breathe and began to cough violently.

Liang was terrified and quickly stopped. Helan finished coughing, her face turned to the side, and looked at him tenderly, her hands gently pressing down on Liang's buttocks.

Liang changed to gentle thrusting; her juices flowed freely, but at this moment, she had no mind to care about that. She felt as if countless worms were spreading throughout her body…

She became somewhat shameless…

murmuring complaints about the man working on her body: “Don’t you want me anymore… Why don’t you want me anymore… Why do you want me to come to you…”

Liang smiled bitterly, his face full of helplessness, only able to use words to soothe this woman who was blinded by lust.

Liang’s hard work quickly brought her two soul-stirring orgasms…

The room was filled with a seductive, sensual scent of a woman.

Actually, Wen hadn’t been able to sleep since his wife left, tossing and turning. Eventually, he simply turned on the TV and kept changing channels with the remote. The room was well soundproofed, so there was basically no sound, but that’s precisely what made his mind wander. Later, he found some cigarettes and smoked two in a row, making the room smoky and unbearable, so he quickly opened the window and went to the living room.

A sliver of light shone from under the door, and the faint, suppressed giggles of laughter stirred Wen's nerves. He pretended to reprimand the lewd couple, pressing the handle before knocking. Perhaps Helan hadn't locked the door after entering, worried that the clanging of the lock would wake Liang.

He gently pushed it open, intending to go in, but the scene before him stunned him: Liang straddled the naked Helan, his buttocks half-pressed on her breasts, Helan holding his enormous penis, sucking and swallowing it repeatedly… Liang's hand was behind her, thrusting in and out… The light was dim, but the lewd ambiguity was even more intense…

Wen quickly closed the door, his blood rushing to his head for no reason, and his penis suddenly became erect.

Even when making love with himself, Helan wasn't this unrestrained, which made his heart clench, even a little painful… Helan had clearly achieved complete ecstasy; her usual dignified and aloof exterior had been shattered by lust, or perhaps her inherent lewdness had been thoroughly unearthed by this game and the man riding on top of her. Helan's desire was like Pandora's box; what kind of scene would unfold after it was opened?

Somewhat unwillingly, he returned to the door and this time knocked.

He heard Helan scream "No!" from inside.

The door opened, and the first thing he saw was a naked man standing in the doorway, his erect and astonishingly thick penis standing there. A little embarrassed, he stepped aside. He chuckled and scolded, "Can't a person get any sleep?"

Helan pulled the blanket over to cover herself, but Wen pulled it away. She defiantly stared at Wen with her naked body half-closed and eyes half-closed, her eyes radiating an excited smile. The bed was a mess, and the familiar scent that Wen knew from Helan's surging passion and the lingering afterglow of her climax filled the room.

"Hmm..."

Wen gestured for Liang, who was standing, to return to the bed. Liang awkwardly scratched his head but didn't move. He Lan, however, glanced at Wen and casually extended her two fair arms to Liang. Liang readily returned to the bed, and the two snuggled together.

Wen pretended to be angry and raised his hand to hit her. She coquettishly threw herself into Wen's arms and began to whine. But when Wen tried to touch her, she immediately hid in Liang's arms, as if Liang was her husband, not him. He Lan was no longer the dignified and virtuous woman she used to be.

"Go away, husband."

She seemed somewhat uncomfortable being completely open in front of two men, and she begged him to leave. But Wen gestured for Liang, who was behind her, to act. Liang unceremoniously squeezed his nearly shrunken penis between her legs...

Under Wen's gaze, Liang didn't seem very open when he was with He Lan. It could be said that he was just thrusting in and out from behind in a conventional manner.

Strangely, Wen merely watched with fascination the two intertwined bodies. Liang's skin, considered fair for a man, was almost bronze against Helan's, making him appear even more robust. He half-embraced his wife, holding her upper body in his arms.

Helan's face was flushed, making her appear alluring and seductive. The pleasure of love was undoubtedly the most effective tonic for a woman. Liang flipped her over, so she was on top of Wen, changing the position from side-entry to rear-entry. Her moans grew louder…

Helan felt the crawling sensation return, but she dared not be unrestrained. This lewd intercourse was unbearable for her; the actions before her were an incestuous act she could not tolerate. Yet, the physical pleasure repeatedly shattered her courage to escape. She looked up at her husband, her face filled with guilt, and tightly gripped Wen's hand, trying to convey her feelings.

As Liang thrust into Helan in the traditional position, Helan had gone mad. She forgot Wen's presence, clinging tightly to Liang as he forcefully penetrated her lower passage.

Finally, Liang howled and ejaculated deep inside her. After the series of spasms completely stopped, he collapsed onto Helan…

A long silence followed. Liang got up and went into the bathroom. Helan turned her face, and Wen seemed to see her tears. "I'm sorry, husband, I couldn't control myself. I'm a completely wicked woman now…"

"Silly girl,"

he hugged her gently, whispering in her ear, "Thank you for letting me see such a good show. It was so exciting."

"Ugh!"

she laughed through her tears.

He bent down to look at the scene between her legs. She gasped and squeezed her legs together, but the filth clearly made her uncomfortable, and Wen quickly separated them. Wen saw that her familiar labia were now slightly everted, revealing the tender pink inner walls, with a small amount of milky white stuff oozing out. Her pubic hair was soaked in the mucus, looking like a big mess…

He patted her buttocks, “Go wash up, don’t mess around like that anymore. If you keep me up at night again, I won’t be so polite!”

She blushed and just smiled…

Lanzhou is an extremely polluted city, which is especially noticeable as you travel out of the city. As you leave Lanzhou, the air gradually becomes fresher, and the patches of green on the loess slopes become clearer.

The client provided a Mitsubishi Jeep, which is considered quite prestigious in Lanzhou. He Lan didn’t say anything on the way, and Liang concentrated all his energy on driving.

Yi Wen was the first to get up in the morning; he was catching an early flight to Shenzhen. When He Lan woke up, he was writing a message for her on the living room table.

She quietly walked over and hugged him from behind the chair: "Come back soon."

She had wanted to say she didn't want to go out with Liang anymore, but everything was arranged, and saying it now would seem a bit fake.

The several dozen kilometers of highway from Lanzhou passed quickly, and Liang got off and turned onto the national highway.

They slowly entered the Hui Muslim residential area, with groups of Hui people leisurely strolling along the roadside, and occasionally a few sheep could be seen searching for green patches on the earthen slopes to eat.

He Lan could feel the effects of the altitude; her mouth was dry. She opened a bottle of water and handed it to Liang, then leaned in and stroked his hair. She felt a little embarrassed for not saying a word the whole way. Actually, Yi Wen's departure that morning had made her very uneasy. Relatively speaking, she was still a traditional woman at heart, and she had accidentally found herself in this awkward situation.

"Are you tired?"

"No,"

he said.

"Stubborn."

Almost simultaneously, they realized that their conversation was a line from a health product advertisement, and they couldn't help but burst into laughter, immediately lightening the atmosphere in the car.

The towns of Sanjiaji and Guanghe along the way were rumored to be notorious for drug trafficking. Liang fled from these areas as if his life depended on it; indeed, the sight of countless white Muslim felt hats swaying in the wind was unsettling.

In just two hours, they arrived in Ningxia Hui Autonomous Prefecture, the capital of Ningxia Hui Autonomous Region. They found a place to eat, and Helan, who had a particular fondness for liangpi (cold skin noodles), tried it at three different places, but still couldn't recapture the taste she remembered. Liang laughed, saying she'd forgotten her roots, that's how local food is supposed to taste, but Helan waved her hand dismissively.

Leaving Ningxia brought them considerable disappointment. The road to Labrang Monastery in Xiahe was under major repair, riddled with potholes, and to make matters worse, a light rain began to fall, making the passing vehicles look like they were wearing camouflage from the front lines.

Liang parked the car on the side of the road and let Helan decide whether to continue or go back to the city to rest. She couldn't make up her mind for a long time. Liang squeezed from the front to the back, hugged her and rubbed her for a while. Helan blushed and her heart pounded as she looked at the cars coming and going outside, but she couldn't push him away and could only let him take liberties with her...

In the end, they arrived in Xiahe around 2 pm.

After looking at several places, they finally checked into a hotel called Gangjian Longzhu.

The original plan was to wash up quickly and then visit the nearby Labrang Monastery, but the plan obviously didn't keep up with the changes. Helan had just come out of the bathroom when Liang dragged her to the bed.

To be honest, Helan's mood wasn't as light as a bird released from its cage. For some reason, she kept thinking about Yiwen. Besides, she really didn't want to be so sticky and intimate with Liang. But she just couldn't resist this impulsive guy in front of her. Moreover, Liang seemed to have gotten rid of Wen's influence and become wild and confident, quickly making her feel like she was floating on air and unable to control herself...

She let him pull off her khaki pants along with her small triangle camisole. Slowly, all she could feel was gentle caresses all over her body and a tongue swirling in her mouth. She was forced to sit on the edge of the bed, the cold air from the air conditioner blowing directly on her naked lower body.

Because she was only lying on the bed with her upper body exposed, her toes involuntarily hovering on the carpet, her body was in an utterly shameless position. Her legs were spread wide, her feet on the ground, completely exposing her private parts to the most conspicuous place; even a few wisps of pubic hair were freely swaying in the wind…

Liang was still not satisfied with his actions. His greedy, lustful hand silently moved across her knees to the center of her body, his thumb accurately pressing down on her throbbing clitoris, sending Helan soaring to a new height.

Then, he freed one hand and removed everything from her top, revealing her playful breasts that sprang open, the brown nipples contracting and squeezing together with their fine pores due to the sudden chill.

Helan almost suffocated. She pushed him away, looked him up and down as if she didn't recognize him, and said with a hint of sarcasm, "You old hand, showing your true colors now?"

Liang grinned, and that single smile completely swept away the seriousness on Helan's face. It was a pure, boyish smile, and if it were just a close-up, no one would ever associate it with what he was doing right now.

He reached under her back and lifted her up, straddling her as she sat on him, her legs spread, teasingly gesturing for her to bend down.

She didn't need to bend down; she could feel his growing arousal. She simply used her fingertips to push his penis towards her, and it slid deep into her…

She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling the heat within her, hard and reaching deep inside. She tucked his hair into her mouth to prevent herself from making a sound prematurely.

He thrust into her forcefully, chuckling. "

You're so annoying,"

she said, punching him on the shoulder.

Her complaint only resulted in a more violent thrust, so powerful that she fell to the side, their angles instantly shifting, leaving her completely subdued: her legs draped over his shoulders, lying on her back enduring his savage thrusts. At this moment, Helan could no longer maintain her composure. Her suppressed murmurs turned into low growls…

During a brief rest, Liang regained some of his rationality and asked with affection, “Are you tired?”

She shook her head, her hair disheveled, her face flushed, her body trembling uncontrollably.

He asked again, “Are you tired?”

“No.”

She had fallen into his trap, only to be met with a storm of intense pleasure.

After a break, he looked at her mockingly, “Stubborn!”

In her dazed state, Helan was completely oblivious to the fact that she had fallen into his trap and gained some verbal advantage. Several times she was almost on the verge of climax, but the cunning Liang always stopped her from crossing the line. She knew the man's good intentions; she felt an itch inside, even her uterus was trembling slightly. This throbbing on the edge was no less intense than the climax.

Unable to suppress her urge to express her emotion and gratitude, she slid her bare thighs down his shoulders, then spread them wide with her hands, exposing her private parts to him, deliberately displaying her wanton side. "Do you like it?"

"I love it."

Standing by the bed, he thrust again.

Helan bent over, wanting to see where their bodies met. Liang pulled the blanket from the bed and placed it behind her. Helan looked down at their genitals, watching his thick member move in and out of her mouth, her lower lips ridiculously being flipped inside and out. She blushed, lay back down, and cupped his two swaying testicles with her hands from below, smiling with satisfaction.

He pulled away, letting her lie face down on the bed. He squeezed in again from behind. This time he saw her round buttocks, her cleft already wet, her lovely anus shyly displayed. He lightly touched it with his middle finger, eliciting a shiver from Helan.

Curious, he tried again, but received the same reaction. He began to mischievously stimulate her, gently probing with his fingers until his entire middle finger was inside. Through the thin membrane of her vaginal canal, he could even caress his own penis. Helan's moans grew louder, arousing his tenderness. He tried to withdraw his finger, but her anus held him tightly, causing her vaginal canal to tighten, almost making him ejaculate.

She looked back and said, "I want it, will you shoot in me?"

Her voice was seductive and soft.

From Liang's standing angle, Helan, with her disheveled hair flying beneath him, was incredibly alluring. Her soft murmur made him lose control and ejaculate uncontrollably…

After cleaning up, they rested briefly before leaving the hotel and heading to the nearby Labrang Monastery.

The third part

: A few days ago, in the middle of this month, was Yiwen and Helan's tenth wedding anniversary. Inspired by a female friend, Yi Wen didn't invite any relatives or friends, not even their little son. The two of them went to a relatively upscale hotel in the city, with an elegant restaurant.

Ten years had passed in the blink of an eye, leaving only faint crow's feet around the woman's eyes. Sitting at their table, looking at the woman who had worried about him and their son for ten years, he sighed at the swift passage of time and was also amazed by her transformation from a young girl into a captivating woman. "Captivating!"

Yi Wen remembered actually using that word in front of her. Women love to be praised, and a blush immediately spread across her happy face. At her happiest moment, Yi Wen presented her with a gift he and his son had prepared together: it was the suggestion from the female friend mentioned above—a very feminine cell phone, beautifully packaged, a masterpiece from his son.

Before giving it to her, I had to put a lot of thought into concealing this not-so-small box. The box itself wasn't big, but the key was that my mischievous son had attached a vibrant red rose to the orange packaging, creating a uniquely romantic effect against the backdrop of green leaves.

Actually, I'd never really given my wife anything before. If I had, it would only be clothes. I'd often pick out a couple of outfits for her when I went on business trips. She's not a particularly trendy woman, so she basically didn't need to buy any clothes herself. It was just a matter of choosing whatever she wanted, but that's Yiwen's skill—casual doesn't mean careless; it always resulted in something she was happy with and presentable enough.

Never giving her gifts actually has its advantages. When I do give her one, it makes her so happy that she forgets all the unpleasantness of daily life. How can a family be without conflict? But at that moment, she presented herself as a woman radiating springtime charm. The gift was given, and although his wife was pleased, it wasn't exactly a surprise, because their son, being a child, had already revealed the secret to his mother during the day.

Dinner for two had lasted over two hours, and his wife said she was full and couldn't sit still anymore. "Shall we go home?" Yi Wen lit a cigarette, indicating she should finish it before leaving. During dinner, Yi Wen's phone had already vibrated twice with text messages. Today's other gift should bring even more surprise than the previous one.

After paying the bill, Yi Wen had someone put the leftover red wine in a bag for him, then took his wife's hand and entered the elevator. He pressed the 19th floor. "Oops, wrong!" Yi Wen grabbed her, preventing her from correcting the already ascending elevator. She was puzzled, but Yi Wen confidently displayed his usual smile and gently shushed her.

The elevator arrived, and before the doors opened, Yi Wen pulled her close and gave her a romantic, wet kiss, immediately making her breath quicken. If the elevator doors hadn't been about to open, she really wouldn't have pulled away; the kiss would have been even more intense. In the hallway, she grumbled.

"What's going on?"

"Hehe, I won't be able to sleep tonight!"

he said.

"You're so annoying."

Her eyes sparkled with spring.

We arrived at room number ten, took out the room card to open the door, and found the suite softly lit with gentle music. I had my wife open the gift box, replace the SIM card in her old phone, and turn it on. As if by coincidence, her new phone immediately rang. She wasn't quite used to it yet, but at least she figured it out.

"It's a text message,"

she said.

I watched her fiddling with her phone, and immediately, her face became unnatural, but at least the smile was genuine. Even in the dim light, I could see a blush spreading across her face...

"Who's it?"

Yi Wen asked casually.

She actually became shy. "It's... Liang."

"Oh?"

Yi Wen also seemed a little surprised.

"What did he say?"

"He said something about happy birthday."

"It's rare that the guy remembers your birthday. Didn't he even skip the Spring Festival?"

"He said he was very busy."

He Lan's eyes hadn't left the **.

"Ha, you're protecting him even like this?"

Yi Wen sat down next to her. "Let me see how he flirts with my wife."

"No way."

She immediately dodged away.

"Really no way?"

"Yes."

"Alright, I'll make him confess himself."

Yi Wen coughed, and the bedroom door opened. Inside stood Liang, smiling broadly. Yi Wen turned to look at the stunned He Lan, easily taking her breasts.

"What are you doing here... Ah? You're back?"

His wife turned around. "You tricked me... You teased me!"

Before she could finish, Yi Wen had already received several light punches... He Lan trembled as she told herself she should thank him, her dear husband.

She turned back, forcing herself to remain calm, and looked at Liang before her. Without any warning, he stood less than two meters away, smiling at her, still with that same silly look. For almost two years, perhaps even longer, she couldn't help but laugh out loud, overwhelmed with joy, but also afraid that Wen would laugh at her.

Their last meeting was during a trip to Lanzhou, right after returning from the Xiahe Grassland in Gannan. Several years had passed since then. She remembered how Yi Wen, rushing to Lanzhou and entering their room, eagerly shouted that he wanted to watch the World Cup final. Now, times had changed, and another World Cup was raging, with Yi Wen even staying up late to watch it, his eyes bloodshot, yet he remained enthusiastic.

But four years had passed.

She looked at him; he seemed unchanged, with a bit of a beard, looking a little older, but the childlike smile still lingered on his lips. A pang of resentment welled up inside her; the longing of the past few years was almost breaking her heart. "Do you know?" she murmured to herself, staring at him.

Helan's heart burned with rage, but she didn't know how to express it. Although they had kept in touch by phone over the years, several years had passed. That year, Yi Wen's business in Lanzhou suffered a major setback, and Liang felt a great deal of guilt. He hadn't been careful enough in some areas; looking back, the client had many obvious flaws that he hadn't noticed in time.

So, upon returning south, he used the excuse of taking his child abroad for eye treatment to leave the company.

Helan learned from Yi Wen that his departure was actually a way of showing that he had no claim to the company's shares or assets, an attempt to compensate for the losses in Lanzhou. However, Yi Wen had never taken this self-deceptive attempt to absolve himself seriously; Liang's share of the company's financial data had never been altered. Through

thick and thin, the company struggled to survive in fierce competition, and because of Liang's mindset, Yi Wen never forced him to return. Liang is a restless person who loves to experiment and try new things. Once he gets things sorted out, he loses interest. After returning from abroad, he went straight to the mountains of Guizhou to work on mining.

The atmosphere in the room was both intense and oppressive. Yi Wen noticed the awkwardness and picked up the box on the table, peeled off the rose his son had glued on, smelled it, and made a face at He Lan. She ignored him and went to the window, staring at He Lan sitting on the sofa. He Lan was cutting fruit, pretending not to see him.

Yi Wen had no choice but to approach her and say, "My son said he gave me the phone, and he wants to give me his saved New Year's money. Do you think I, as his husband, won't have anything to give him?"

"Ugh, go away, shut your mouth."

She shoved a large slice of watermelon at him.

Hehe, Yi Wen took the watermelon and took a big bite, his mouth full of juice. He checked his watch: the football match was about to start; Brazil was playing Ghana today. He wasn't going to watch. Yi Wen knew his wife's temper. After so many years, she still missed him, but the atmosphere was clearly unfamiliar, especially in front of him.

"I'll turn on the TV,"

Liang said, busy finding the remote.

"No, no, I'll watch it when I get home. I'm used to watching the game on a big screen; this TV isn't right for me,"

Yi Wen quickly told them.

He noticed He Lan staring intently at him, knowing she was interrogating him about what tricks he was up to.

He rubbed her shoulders, still holding watermelon juice in his hand, and she immediately pulled away.

"I'm going to your mother's to see my son and then go home to watch the game. I wonder how his final exams went,"

Yi Wen said.

It was clear she was very excited; she didn't really listen to much of what Yi Wen said, and handed him another slice of watermelon.

"That's enough! I've already eaten two big slices. Are you out of your mind today? It can't be that serious. Why are you so excited?"

She blushed and turned away.

Liang was changing channels. Although they had kept in touch by phone for the past two years, they hadn't seen each other for a while, and he felt a little estranged.

"Alright, let's go."

Yi Wen touched her face. "Let you two catch up."

Her face was burning.

He Lan was clearly unprepared; it was too sudden. She felt only excitement, without a trace of desire. Only after watching Yi Wen leave did the daze in her heart begin to settle. With only the two of them left in the room, He Lan finally felt a little more at ease. She got up and went to the bathroom. Seeing her flushed face, the absurdity of a few years ago slowly resurfaced in her mind.

Opening the bathroom door, Liang stood in the doorway, his eyes hazy like a girl's. He had the same expression he used to have in front of her, a somewhat well-behaved big boy, except he had a short beard. Unlike Yi Wen, he always seemed to be on the cutting edge of fashion, but not ostentatiously, subtly keeping up with the trends.

This image almost reminded He Lan of the handsome male leads in popular Korean movies, although Liang wasn't quite like that before. Liang gazed at the elegant Helan, her skin still so smooth and flawless, though a few fine lines were barely noticeable at the corners of her eyes. His heart was also unsettled; he had longed for this encounter every moment. In truth, he had returned several times over the years, but had only made a few phone calls to her, never mentioning his return to the city.

He had even specifically told his parents not to mention his return. There was no other reason; he simply didn't want Yi Wen to continue treating him as some kind of hero of the company. If there was any, it was offset by the failure in Lanzhou. He carefully analyzed his personality: he possessed the drive to start a business and the sensitivity to seize opportunities, but lacked enthusiasm for a calm, conventional approach to maintaining the business. Continuing on the old path, unless he simply stayed at the company and looked after home, a repeat of the Lanzhou debacle was not impossible.

He somewhat blamed his own bad temper, but there was nothing he could do about it. This time, he returned to discuss with Yi Wen the possibility of selling the barite mine in Guizhou, which was now basically operational and profitable.

"What are you thinking about? Are you crazy?"

Helan asked him.

"Hehe."

"When did you learn to laugh like that?"

Another round of hehe. Helan began to recall the Liang of the past, the carefree, cool guy outside, but who would immediately transform into a well-behaved big boy in front of Yiwen and her.

"Just standing there?"

Liang remained motionless, his honest hehe had taken on a slightly lewd tone.

Yiwen drove out; she wasn't quite used to driving her Bora yet. The streets were still bustling with traffic. When she saw her son, she chased after him, asking him about his expression when he received the gift. Yiwen playfully scolded him for revealing the secret, telling her about the gift beforehand. Her son stuck out his tongue and ran away, but a moment later he clung to her, recounting the scene.

"I was very surprised and happy."

He said to his son. The little guy grinned.

However, when Yi Wen pressed him to keep his promise and take out the money for the phone, the little guy cunningly claimed that his grandmother was keeping it and that he should ask her for it. After arguing with his son for a while and giving some instructions about the final exams, Yi Wen said goodbye and left after his mother-in-law told Qiangqiang to take a bath and go to bed. When

he arrived at the city square, many people were cooling off because of the heat. There was a slight breeze, making it a little cool. He parked his car and strolled around the square leisurely. He couldn't remember the last time he had been part of such a large crowd.

In the center of the square, Yi Wen unexpectedly saw Sister Xiaoya, He Lan's childhood neighbor and close friend. He Lan had even tried to set her up with him when she was in a moment of passion. I couldn't help but find it a little funny, not for any other reason than seeing Xiaoya dancing ballroom dance with so many elderly people in the middle of the square. She had a great figure, and even in the dim light, her complexion was noticeable.

After watching for a while, realizing she definitely couldn't see him, Yi Wen didn't want to spoil her good mood. He bought an ice cream from the cold drink stand and sat by the flower bed, scooping it out to eat. This was something he and Liang loved to eat when they were kids, though it wasn't as fancy back then, but it tasted much better. Liang would usually sneak a few cents from home to go to the cold drink shop and have a taste.

There were several star-rated hotels near the square, their lights sparsely lit. Were his wife and Liang in their room with the lights off or on? He couldn't be sure. He Lan would definitely turn off the lights if she was shy, but Liang, when mischievous, would definitely go against her and turn on at least one light, making her blush. However, if He Lan insisted, Liang would definitely give in, and vice versa. But who was giving in to whom now?

Yi Wen wondered if he was spoiling her too much by trying to set them up, but she would soon be forty. He knew she hadn't forgotten Liang, though she never showed it. That was just who she was. Several times, he'd even encouraged her to seek new opportunities for infidelity, only to be met with disappointment.

"Am I that kind of woman?"

she would always say.

But after a while, feeling she'd let him down, she'd apologize.

"I really don't like that."

"That kind of woman? You're the most wanton woman I've ever met."

Yi Wen understood her reserve; after all, He Lan wasn't the type to be promiscuous. But she simply didn't have many opportunities to meet suitable partners. He often made advances towards her when the mood was right.

At the same time, he himself began to wonder about his own thoughts. The change between his initial feelings for Liang and his current thoughts surprised him. Now, he seemed to secretly hope that He Lan could have more space, not just limited to Liang. He knew that would be difficult for He Lan.

Sometimes, his wife would display a captivating charm in those situations, but when it came to the crucial moment, she would always say that one experience was enough. Sometimes he found it strange; He Lan always seemed to keep a certain distance from him, a layer of secrecy.

Yet, she could completely let loose in front of Liang. Perhaps all women were like that. Was it because their marital relationship acted as a barrier? He had this question for a long time, at least several years, perhaps since the beginning of his relationship with Liang. Yi Wen had tried to put himself in He Lan's shoes, but he couldn't fully empathize and still couldn't find the answer.

He first thought about this during the time in Lanzhou, probably when his wife and Liang were having the wildest time. It was also during that time that Liang made a mistake in handling official business. He hadn't expected such a large state-owned enterprise to decline to such a state, and that a dignified government official could have such a dirty and despicable heart. After the incident

, he didn't blame anyone. In this respect, he believed he could act like a real man: even if everything was lost, he could always start over. Besides, the Lanzhou incident wasn't enough to completely destroy the company.

At the time, Yi Wen was more interested in how his wife and Liang had spent those sweet five days on the Gannan grasslands. He was supposed to meet them on the third day after they left, but that day the company ran into trouble, discovering a shocking conspiracy by the client. He didn't inform them, because even if Liang returned, it would be useless. Since that was the case, it was better to let them continue their romantic time.

Neither of them talked much about their days on the grasslands, and he didn't ask. Perhaps because the game had been going on for quite some time, his intense curiosity had lessened. However, later, when he and Liang had drunk a bit too much in Shenzhen, Liang mentioned a detail from their time on the grasslands that had puzzled him. Hearing it from Liang's mouth was somewhat unbelievable.

When they entered the grasslands, they hired a Tibetan guide. Liang originally wanted to rent horses, but He Lan was afraid to ride, so they took the guide and slowly drove their Mitsubishi deeper into the grasslands. They didn't dare drive too far, fearing they wouldn't be able to refuel and wouldn't be able to get back. There, Helan fulfilled her long-cherished wish, donating 30,000 yuan to each of the two tent schools. On the way back, she was relaxed and in high spirits.

The two couldn't help but flirt in the car. The guide, a young man in his twenties, only spoke a few simple words of Mandarin. Sitting in the back, he seemed to be watching with great enthusiasm. Tibetans marry young, and when they found him, they saw he already had two children, both boys. This Tibetan man was probably quite knowledgeable about matters of the heart, and he seemed restless and uneasy watching their actions in the front seats.

Liang knew that Helan's behavior had aroused him, and he found it even more amusing, even recalling past intimacy with Helan.

This Tibetan man was quite handsome, strong and tall, almost as tall as Liang, who was 1.83 meters, but his wheat-colored skin made him appear even more robust. His short, naturally curly hair made him look particularly muscular, and the Tibetan knife hanging at his waist gave him a wild look, but his personality was surprisingly good. While they were flirting, he just chuckled.

By a lake, the guide lit a fire and began roasting the mutton they had brought. Liang led Helan to a relatively secluded spot along the lakeshore. Almost without Liang's prompting, Helan stripped naked and went into the water—it was understandable, as she hadn't bathed for two or three days.

Helan was stark white, and screamed as soon as she stepped into the water. The air temperature was high, but the lake water was icy cold, immediately making her abandon the idea of washing herself. However, her scream caught the attention of the guide roasting the meat. Although some distance away, he could still clearly see her naked body. She shyly squatted down, causing Liang to burst into laughter.

Undeterred by the cold, he mischievously splashed water on her from the lake, wetting her. The icy water made her scream and run away, unintentionally revealing the allure of her nakedness. Soon, Liang couldn't resist either. As he escaped to the shore, he deliberately displayed his throbbing, dark pubic hair, which amused Helan so much that she turned away, giggling.

Over there, someone called out that the meat was ready. Meanwhile, Helan, unsure how to put clothes on her soaking wet body, was suddenly pulled out by Liang from his backpack as if by magic. He wrapped her in a large towel, then, swaying his testicles, slung the backpack over his shoulder and headed back.

What puzzled Yi Wen was that Liang's description of the scene on the grassland made his wife seem somewhat distant. If he had asked her to return naked, wrapped only in a blanket, to the car in front of a strange foreign man, she certainly wouldn't have agreed. She certainly wouldn't have been eager for a skinny dipping in even a slightly secluded corner, especially since she was practically a non-swimmer.

What was the reason for her unrestrained behavior? Without understanding her thoughts, Yi Wen could only attribute it to the atmosphere and environment that evoked a primal urge. Only by thinking this way could he begin to grasp the authenticity of Liang's subsequent account.

The guide's name was actually easy to remember: Axi. When Liang said it, he meant the two characters from the Japanese movie title, but it was probably just a guess. Tibetans would never associate their names with the movie "The Street of Asimen," and Asi's parents and elders had very little chance of knowing about the movie.

Axi had already cut a leg of lamb into several small pieces with her knife. Once Helan had settled shyly on the lambskin rug she had prepared for her, she immediately handed her a piece. Liang took a few cans of Budweiser beer from the car and began drinking with Axi. The surroundings were quiet, broken only by the occasional chirping of birds and insects. In such an atmosphere, any lingering, imagined shyness seemed somewhat inappropriate.

However, when Yi Wen heard this, he thought: Didn't he consider that the uncultured and reckless Axi might have malicious intentions towards the curvaceous Helan, like the bandit in the movie *Roman* who might pull out his knife and kill you, then target Helan?

Liang listened, stunned for a long time, and honestly said, "Ah, I really didn't think of that at the time."

As he spoke, his hand unconsciously went to the back of his head, as if a gleaming knife were truly pressed against it.

Liang and Helan sat on a lambskin rug, while Axi casually sat on the grass, clearly satisfied with his daily wage of 120 yuan, diligently doing his assigned tasks and those not entirely his responsibility. When he took out his ghee-fried noodles, Liang quickly shoved a cream bread into his hands, forbidding him to eat it, as he couldn't stand the smell of ghee. Axi, helpless, could only chuckle and rewrap his precious bread.

The sunlight on the grassland was unique; large white clouds drifted and moved quickly, creating patches of light and shadow below, which would soon shift.

Having filled their stomachs, Liang began to stir restlessly, his hand somehow slipping under Helan's blanket. At first, Helan hesitated because Axi was less than two meters away, but Liang's persistence forced her to give in, allowing him to rub her under the blanket.

Axi packed up the barbecue rack, moved the food to the car, and when he returned to get other things, the scene before him made his blood boil.

He saw the beautiful Han Chinese woman before him completely pinned down by the man. Although parts of their bodies were covered, the woman's upper body was completely exposed. Her fair skin, including her face, was a novelty to him. Women of his ethnicity, due to the long-term exposure to the high-altitude sun, had rough, reddish-brown faces and arms, but every inch of this woman's exposed skin was incredibly delicate…

Liang began to enter her. As he began his thrusts, she opened her eyes and saw Axi grinning at them, looking utterly innocent.

In the sunlight, his wheat-colored skin looked ancient, and his expression held no trace of lust. By this time, due to Liang's movements, their coverings had already slipped off, leaving them completely naked, even their genitals were fully exposed. But Axi's innocence moved her. Helan no longer tried to cover herself, letting everything be freely exposed, and even for a moment smiled slightly at Axi. March 3, 2015.

The act of intercourse against the backdrop of stunning natural scenery was beautiful. If captured from a high vantage point, it would be a breathtakingly beautiful scene. A crucial element was that Axi, clearly embarrassed to simply watch their passionate encounter, naturally did what he considered appropriate, moving all his belongings to the car so they could set off soon.

Strangely, after putting on this performance for Axi, Helan and his companion felt a growing sense of closeness. The naive Axi seemed to have unwittingly become their accomplice, warming up to their charming guide on the way back.

When they finally arrived at Axi's home to say goodbye, Liang left the remaining food and other necessities for Axi's two children, even giving them extra money. However, true to the simple and honest nature of the Tibetan people, Axi's father, overjoyed, insisted on loading two freshly slaughtered lamb legs into the car. Despite their attempts to refuse, they were forced to take them.

"We need to buy a gas stove as soon as we get back to Lanzhou,"

Liang joked.

This interlude was the only part of their trip to Gannan that Yi Wen knew. Because of an unpleasant incident upon their return, he hadn't been in the mood to joke or inquire about anything. This particular part was revealed much later, when the two were feeling lonely in the south and Liang was about to leave, in a semi-drunk state.

Ten years of marriage, and tonight his wife was another man's bride. He carelessly emptied the ice cream box, then scraped it clean.

On their "wedding night," He Lan and Liang didn't immediately immerse themselves in romance. He Lan wore light makeup today, a little different from her usual simple look. Perhaps it was Yi Wen's earnest invitation to their tenth anniversary celebration that influenced her, giving her this idea. But now, Liang found it novel and exciting.

He Lan brought her thoughts back to reality, her mind a jumble. She made small talk with Liang, but her mind was preoccupied with how her husband would explain to their son that he hadn't gone to see him with his father that night. After Yi Wen left, an awkward atmosphere instantly filled the room, which was understandable, given that they had only occasionally spoken on the phone over the past few years. Seeing each other again felt slightly strange.

Liang broke the silence with a gesture. He took a small box from a drawer, clearly placed there beforehand, and handed it to He Lan without opening it.

"What is this?"

"Let me see."

She opened it; it was wrapped in velvet. After unwrapping the soft fabric, she saw a small, translucent, crimson sculpture—the upper body of a person draped in a gossamer veil, their expression one of semi-intoxication.

"It's a type of stone from Guizhou, similar to Burmese jade but not quite jade; it's unique to that region,"

he said.

Aside from its exquisite detail, He Lan didn't seem to notice anything special.

"Who does she look like?"

Liang sat down beside her, their closest proximity tonight.

"Oh, it's…"

He Lan looked closely at the figure's expression, somewhat incredulous.

"Yes, it's based on some of your photos. The craftsman spent a long time making it."

Helan blushed. The gift her husband gave her today clearly required a lot of thought, but Liang's work better reflected his personality. Liang's romantic aura always subtly conveyed itself unexpectedly. Helan was touched, glancing at him shyly, her eyes full of tenderness.

"You really have nothing better to do than make this."

Helan happily began to examine the delicate little thing in her hands again.

"Was it just finished?"

Liang teasingly rubbed the sculpture's high breasts with his index fingertip.

"How annoying."

She slapped his hand away.

"It's been almost a year since it was made."

He said Liang's answer made Helan even happier. A woman's psychology is strange; she felt Liang had always been thinking of her, and the tremor in her heart made her feel languid.

"I like it, wrap it up for me."

She said coquettishly.

Liang slowly wrapped it in gold velvet, carefully securing it. As he got up to get the box from the table, she hugged him.

Liang was a little flustered. He placed the things he was holding on the single sofa next to him, turned around, and was greeted by the warm, fragrant, and familiar scent of Helan. His blood rushed to his head. Helan was no longer the shy young woman she had been years ago; she was a woman who had experienced countless blissful encounters with Liang. After a brief moment of shyness, her desire finally erupted uncontrollably.

She offered him a kiss, skillfully wrapping herself around him on the small sofa like a little snake, completely disregarding the fact that their clothes were now a mess. Helan had never been so proactive with Liang before. Her soft body, fragrant scent, and passionate kisses quickly sent waves of heat through Liang, leaving him completely mesmerized…

She began to undress him, then started kissing his broad chest muscles, her pace shifting from eager to leisurely, her tongue slowly circling his belt and tracing patterns on his lower abdomen. Liang could see the way she kissed him below, soft and sensual, as if tentatively searching for something new.

He was already very nervous when she gently bit his penis from outside his pants; his genitals began to tremble as she bit it. She tilted her head back, giving him a tender, dreamy look, while her hands were already unbuckling his belt. As she grasped it, she looked up again, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

Seeing his face flush, she was satisfied. She lowered her head, her hair completely covering Liang's private parts. He ran his hands through her hair, slowly combing it, but his penis was enjoying her ecstatic sucking, from slow licking to rotating and taking it in… She looked up at his reaction again, and seeing his enjoyment, she was happy. Delighted, she lifted his testicles and gently massaged them, making him throb uncontrollably.

After a while, she breathed out, "Am I too lewd?"

"Hmm, a little,"

Liang teased her comfortably.

She tossed him away, looking angry.

"But I like it,"

Liang added.

She laughed, took him in her mouth again, and gave him a series of rapid thrusts, stopping just before he ejaculated, looking at him playfully.

"I like it too, I'm not afraid you'll call me lewd."

"How could you?"

Liang began to feel sorry for her.

He began to caress her, her entire body, her breasts pinched and deformed, hanging pitifully outside her bra. Slowly, he removed her clothes piece by piece until her translucent skin was almost entirely exposed.

Liang suddenly stood up, and Helan in his arms was immediately lifted up as well. Her hands involuntarily wrapped around his neck. Helan's dignified and virtuous appearance had been stripped away by his burning lust, her shapely and voluptuous body surging with a hungry flame. Liang placed her

on the edge of the hotel's large Simmons bed, her two snow-white legs hanging outside, forcing her to raise them high in an extremely erotic pose. After he removed her last bit of covering, the deep shadow between her legs was exposed, forcing her, now wildly aroused, to close her legs. She dared not show them any further, for that would expose all her desires.

But Liang used his strong arms to spread her legs, completely revealing her swollen, shadowy area…

It was a sacred place, now moist and bright, shimmering faintly in the light. Liang was already very familiar with it. But this time, after several years, fine, downy hair had grown there.

The thin strands even covered her rosy lips, revealing a warm, wild beauty. Just one glance was enough to ignite Liang's arousal, setting his explosive desire ablaze. At this moment, her usually hidden part had become a captivating, irresistible sight.

This position made Helan blush again. Even in front of the person she constantly longed for, she felt shy. She closed her eyes, waiting for his comfort. But Liang was clearly already infatuated. He couldn't bear to hastily use his weapon to invade her; he needed to appreciate her properly. When his hand brushed against the fine downy hair, she let out a soft moan, her legs trembling helplessly…

Her moan aroused his curiosity. His fingers reached her source, where the constantly flowing spring moistened the surrounding fine downy hair. The small opening was slightly open, glistening, waiting for a visitor. When his fingertips lightly touched the tender flesh, it triggered another heavy tremor, and her raised legs began to swing almost unrestrainedly.

Helan's waiting had clearly exceeded its limit. Helplessly, she slightly opened her bewildered eyes: "You bad boy, you're going to kill me!"

Liang smiled childishly, stepped forward, kissed her erect nipple, and then pulled it up along her skin to her lips, giving her a mouthful of moisture. This small comfort was enough for her to continue enduring her lover's torment. Helan closed her beautiful eyes; perhaps her legs were aching, she even made a more outrageous move, wrapping her legs around herself with both hands.

She murmured softly, "Let's see how long you can keep tormenting me."

Liang seemed to have his own troubles, because his penis seemed to be on the verge of ejaculation. He had never seen Helan so open; this time, Helan was completely open to him. He wasn't prepared to receive such a treat; he was shocked by her.

He used his hands, letting his fingers reach her vulva. Her tender lips were already parted, and his fingers lingered on them. Up and down, left and right, very lightly and gently, his fingers were sucked into her boneless softness. He began to play like a pianist, deeply arousing her desire...

She moved one hand from between her legs, grasping his swollen penis, her eyes fixed on the man who brought her pleasure.

"I'm sorry, I can't let you play with me anymore. I want them together."

She pulled him, pressing him against her entrance, and Liang's body sank slightly.

"Oh...it's in."

His penis slid in, pressed tightly against her vaginal walls. She gripped him tightly, trying to stop him from moving, but even so, she seemed unable to bear it. He held her down firmly, preventing her from making the slightest movement or even the slightest tremor within her body; otherwise, he felt he wouldn't be able to last more than a few seconds. He

hadn't expected Helan to be so sensitive and perceptive. She immediately sensed his tension and cleverly freed herself, turning around and changing her position, exposing her round, white buttocks to him. This detail coincided with a scene he often dreamed of, in which she always yielded to him, using the position he preferred.

He was still adjusting his tense nerves.

She leaned closer: "Don't worry about me, just come if you want to."

He slid into her body again. Her understanding made him relax. His hands moved to her sides and landed on her breasts. Compared to four years ago, these breasts were more droopy, making them feel even softer. He launched a series of thrusts, causing the drooping breasts to sway continuously in his grasp.

She knew he wouldn't last long, and sure enough, she soon heard him moan in her ear, like a raging beast.

She turned her face, searching for his kiss, and as their tongues intertwined, she felt a violent explosion… In an instant, they were both blown to pieces…

They lay there quietly, Helan nestled against his chest. She couldn't recall many moments of such tranquility; always, they were rushed through their union before engaging in other activities, including on the Gannan grasslands years ago.

Now, Helan listened peacefully to the powerful heartbeat from Liang's chest, no longer shy about their nakedness. That shyness had been burned away by her love for him; now it was entirely the feeling of a married couple. The clamor and restlessness of the world, worldly norms , and the restraint of desire seemed far removed from them.

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

Back in school, he played soccer and was a key player on the team, while the tall and strong Liang was only interested in basketball.

Yi Wen's interest has remained unchanged to this day; he's watched every single World Cup match whenever he has time. Last year, I even had someone buy a rare VCR to record the matches he missed late at night or when he didn't have time to watch. He checked the time when the phone rang; it was just as the teams were entering the field. It was his wife calling; he guessed without even looking.

"Watching the game again?"

"No, just got home."

"Where have you been? So late?"

"Oh... I was in a bad mood because my wife cheated on me, so I was out there feeling depressed. I just got back, and if it weren't for the patrolling police, I'd still be wandering around outside."

"Ugh."

"Hehe, I'm eating instant noodles. " "

Sorry, honey."

"What are you doing?"

"In the living room."

"You guys aren't watching the game, why are you so late? You're not teenagers, why are you so energetic?"

"You're so annoying, you stinky husband."

"Hehe, you little brat, guess who I saw today?"

"Who? You'll never guess, Xiaoya!"

"She was dancing ballroom dance with a bunch of old men and women in the square.

" "Oh, I see, so that's why you came home?"

"Get lost, if I just got home, would I be eating instant noodles?"

"Hehe."

"I didn't even say hello to her, she was dancing so enthusiastically, I just saw her."

"Hehe."

"If you keep laughing like that, come back here, you're not allowed to stay there."

He deliberately put on a serious face.

"Can't I even laugh? I'm going to laugh anyway."

In front of Yi Wen, she was always a pampered girl, but in front of Liang, she became an elegant older sister next door. The role reversal was truly amazing; sometimes, people enjoy these kinds of changes.

"I was eating ice cream in the square."

"Haha, really?"

The room was filled with He Lan's laughter; he could tell how happy she was.

"Eating ice cream, watching beautiful women dancing, your thoughts drifting endlessly?"

"Shut your mouth, you stinky girl."

"Hehe. Oh, you're swearing? I misunderstood, I'll correct myself immediately, I won't do it again, you should stop too."

He Lan was referring to the incident where the couple had repeatedly dragged Xiao Ya into fantasies about married life.

"Hehe, don't give me that."

"That's all I know."

"I can't do without your help; without your help, it's all just a mirage."

"My husband is an idiot."

"Yeah, an idiot, giving away his perfectly good wife, you stinky girl, you must be exhausted?"

"Yeah, exhausted."

She giggled.

"Okay, I know you're tired from all this, so you're just trying to amuse yourself. Go to sleep, I'm going to watch the game too."

"Okay, okay, then I'll prepare a 10th anniversary gift for you too!"

she said mysteriously on the phone.

Yi Wen was woken up around noon. The continuous games over the past few days had really left him feeling exhausted. He Lan had woken him up; she seemed to have been back for a while, had changed her clothes, and had just washed her hair, which was still a little damp.

She nestled next to Yi Wen's pillow, nuzzling his face with her damp hair. Yi Wen knew this was her way of expressing her embarrassment. He ignored her, wanting to stay half-asleep for a while longer, but she kept bothering him. He had no choice but to roll over, pull her close, and kiss her on the cheek.

"Did you sleep well? Get up and eat."

"Hmm, you even cooked?"

"Yeah, and brought back a free maid."

"Heh, him? I think I'll just eat out."

"What? He said his cooking skills have improved dramatically in Guizhou these past few years, and he's been wanting to show off his skills."

Yi Wen saw the white cleavage revealed by He Lan's neckline and felt a little itchy; his lower body throbbed a few times. Imagining their scene yesterday, his lower body quickly became erect.

"Did you get up early today?"

he asked with ill intent.

"Yes."

She blushed.

"Were you woken up by a pervert?"

"Hehe, not really."

"I see, you woke up the pervert."

"Don't tell, you said you wouldn't laugh."

"Okay, okay, I won't tell."

He Lan glanced at him sideways. Actually, she wouldn't act so coquettishly in real life. In school and in life, she had always been calm, generous, and dignified in her interactions with others. Perhaps this is what a good woman is like; she naturally reveals her charm when the time is right.

"Wife!"

"Hmm?"

Yi Wen threw off the thin blanket, revealing his bulging underwear. He Lan chuckled.

"How annoying! Were you thinking about some lewd things?"

"No, it's just that I was thinking about your lewd things."

"Ugh. I'm going to help with the cooking."

"No, wife, you have to save me!"

She was dragged back, grinning at him. Yi Wen simply pulled off his underwear, his erection standing tall. He Lan was startled and quickly jumped off the bed to close the door. When she returned to the bedside, he got up and pressed her down. She was forced to lie on the bed, and his underwear under her skirt was easily pulled off. The excited Yi Wen easily squeezed into her snow-white buttocks.

"You stinky husband, this is rape,"

she mumbled, her face hidden between the sheets of the bed.

Her insides were moist and warm, seemingly due to the residue from last night, incredibly slippery. He bent down and kissed her hair, it smelled wonderful…

When Helan returned to the kitchen, Liang had basically finished cooking. Since there were only three of them eating, they ate at the small table in the kitchen. When he saw Helan's flushed face and disheveled hair, he was somewhat surprised, then seemed to understand, and smiled. Helan, her secret exposed, blushed even more, a little embarrassed and annoyed.

"What are you laughing at? Don't laugh."

But Liang couldn't help but turn away and chuckle. Helan turned him around, biting her lip and staring at him defiantly. Liang surrendered, raising his hands in surrender. It ended with a series of kisses; if Yi Wen hadn't come out, the kisses would have been even more lingering and tender.

The meal was indeed delicious, a little on the spicy side, but Liang said that according to the original flavor, it was already greatly diminished because it wasn't spicy enough. Yi Wen ate quickly and quite a lot, without drinking any alcohol. After finishing, he acted like the head of the household, watching the two of them eat, creating an awkward atmosphere. He Lan shooed him to the living room. Then Liang started staring at her.

"What are you looking at? I won't eat if you keep looking!"

Liang regained his former liveliness, glancing at the living room and whispering. "If you keep acting so arrogant, see how I deal with you!"

She couldn't help but smile, piling a large amount of food onto his plate: "It's so spicy, you eat it yourself."

In the afternoon, Yi Wen was going out, and Liang went with him to the company, as Yi Wen had instructed. After they left, He Lan drove her Bora to the city hospital. Xiao Ya was pleasantly surprised to see her. He Lan handed her a bag of things she had brought, which Liang had specially brought back from Hong Kong when he returned to the company in Shenzhen. It was for Xiao Ya's husband, a foreign-made medicine that was difficult to buy domestically.

"How can we do this? We trouble Yi Wen several times a year."

"What's the big deal? Who told him to have ulterior motives towards my sister?"

"Consider it punishment for him,"

Helan said, deliberately making things up.

Helan had previously mentioned Yiwen's comments about Xiaoya being very feminine, which had made Xiaoya quite embarrassed, but ultimately, being a woman, she still found it amusing.

"Don't talk nonsense! I'm an old woman, don't tease me. Besides, I don't have your thick skin!"

Because the two had been like sisters for many years, sharing everything, Helan had mentioned things about Shenzhen several times, intentionally or unintentionally. Of course, she hadn't gone into great detail, but Xiaoya had guessed some of it.

"By the way, what were you doing last night? Tell me the truth!"

"Last night? Nothing much?"

"Still not telling the truth?"

"At home, what time did you say?"

"Around nine o'clock. Someone saw you."

"Who?"

"Hehe, in the square, right?"

"Yes, tell me!"

"Dancing, you brat!" "

Xixi, someone admired your graceful dance moves."

"Who? You? It can't be you, you dare ignore me?"

"Of course not me, it's my husband."

"Hehe, him."

"I heard his dance moves are very captivating."

"Get lost. Hey, by the way, why would he be there at that time?"

"We were almost leaving around nine, didn't you go? Where were you?"

"Me? Hehe, it's a secret!"

At this moment, someone came in, and the two stopped joking around. Xiaoya is the head of the dental department, and is considered a relatively senior doctor in the hospital. She is usually a bit taciturn, but she is still well-liked. Her husband used to work for a construction supervision company. A few years ago, a high-rise building in the city collapsed. While the construction company was blamed for substandard work, he was held responsible for negligence and given a suspended sentence. Later, he was diagnosed with a rare form of osteomyelitis, and he's been sickly ever since.

Fortunately, Xiaoya has an older brother abroad who arranged for her daughter to study there. With just the two of them at home, life can feel a bit lonely. Plus, her husband's constant low spirits and lack of common ground explain why Xiaoya, not even forty, has already joined the ranks of the middle-aged and elderly seeking pleasure. Helan, remembering the purpose of her visit, suddenly found herself speechless and felt awkward.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

Her face flushed inexplicably. Helan's demeanor actually resembled Xiaoya's in many ways, as she had always been Xiaoya's little shadow since childhood, and some of their expressions, mannerisms, and smiles were similar.

"You brat, do you think I can't see through your ulterior motives?"

"If you ask me, you'd better stick to being a teacher. I think you've gone astray after two years of being crazy."

Actually, Helan just wanted to suggest having dinner together that night, but if she mentioned that Yiwen would see Xiaoya that evening, and Xiaoya would see Liang there too, what would they think? She'd become the matchmaker, and the thought made her blush even more.

"Yiwen really spoils you too much, it's almost unbelievable."

"So, I want to fulfill my husband's wish, but I feel a little bad for my brother-in-law."

"Hehe. If you say that again, I'll hit you!"

Xiaoya's face also turned red. Helan didn't actually expect Xiaoya to understand anything, because she herself couldn't express her meaning at all, but the outcome was that Xiaoya's comprehension was clearly much higher than Helan had anticipated.

That afternoon, when they broke up, Xiaoya stared intently at Helan for a long time, making her feel uneasy. It was just like years ago when Helan received a note from a boy and, instead of throwing it away immediately, or when she secretly hid it and Xiaoya discovered it. Back then, Xiaoya would usually threaten to tell Helan's parents.

Helan used to feel flustered under such gazes, and years later, she still felt a little impatient: "What's wrong with you? Why are

you looking at me like that!" "Girl. Do you think I can't see through your little tricks? I just want to warn you, if anything happens, don't regret it."

Helan blushed, stammering, "What tricks do I have?"

"You guys are just too well-off, spoiled by your leisurely lifestyle!"

Helan felt as if her thoughts had been laid bare before her. She decided to go all out, defiantly raising her head: "That's right, you see I'm a bad woman, and I'll make you a bad woman too."

"Get lost, I don't want to mess around with you."

Xiaoya angrily started to shoo her away.

That night, Helan and Yiwen lay in bed, and she told him about what happened that afternoon with a laugh, only to be met with a hypocritical scolding from him.

"Are you feeling unbalanced because I let that brat come back, like you owe me something?"

"No, this was all planned in advance."

She giggled and leaned in, trying to entangle Yiwen with her body, but instead, Yiwen pinned her down with his legs.

"Then why now of all times?"

"Because it's our tenth anniversary."

Yiwen felt that his wife was becoming more and more glib, practically using that kind of smooth talk.

He held her down with a mixture of tenderness and fierceness, kissing her hard on his earlobe and blowing on it repeatedly, making her beg for mercy.

"You really want to drag her down with you? She's the person you respect most."

"Yeah, that's exactly why. Besides, you two complement each other perfectly."

She looked at him with a smile.

"No way,"

he said.

"Honey, I've noticed you're not acting like a man anymore. You're not saying what you mean."

"Okay, okay, I like it. Thank you, wife! I'll definitely win her over soon, your Xiao Jie!"

"Ugh! Did you send him home today?"

"What? His grandfather called and ordered him back. Who told him to expose his whereabouts?"

"Ugh..."

He Lan playfully pushed away his legs, which were pressing down on her, and moved far away to the other side of the large bed, keeping a distance from him so he wouldn't touch her. He Lan's change caught Yi Wen off guard, but after thinking about it, it made sense. Women are very emotional and can't always maintain the same attitude towards one thing. Her shyness and silence were finally conquered by her inner desires. Since he had created this opportunity for her and him, there was no need or possibility for them to pretend to be innocent anymore.

Now, her inner longing made Yi Wen feel as if he had returned to a few years ago, to that initial contact when he had simply acted as the organizer of a game, bringing He Lan and Liang together. Both of them were shy and hesitant under his encouragement.

At that time, he felt a simple emotion, like letting He Lan taste a new fruit or toy, like a child. Never before had he felt so empty. Now, He Lan's feelings were no longer like that; they were now a woman's deep longing for a man, an emotion she couldn't let go of.

Now, his role as organizer was essentially crumbling, and his heart ached as before.

Over the years, Yi Wen had almost given up on trying to reconcile the two of them. Although he could see her longing for him, she had rationally restrained her emotions. Now, Yi Wen regretted his impulsive decision to call him back.

He Lan's somewhat reckless visit to Xiao Ya today made Yi Wen think that she wanted to give her and Liang more space amidst her entanglement with Xiao Ya. Her proactive and eager behavior surprised him.

Watching his wife's back, he tried to understand her. In the dim light, she suddenly looked somewhat thin. He couldn't help but reach out and let his hand wander over her body, allowing himself to relax little by little. He realized he was also a little nervous.

The next morning, Yi Wen went to the company early. He Lan went to her parents' house to see her son, bringing him the things she had bought for him the day before. She asked her son if he wanted to go back to her house, but he immediately refused. He felt he couldn't do as much as he did with his grandparents at home. Besides, He Lan's sister's child was going to stay with them soon, making him even more reluctant to go back. He Lan secretly hoped she could have some freedom these next few days, and she happily agreed to her son's request, playing the good guy.

Leaving her parents' house, she felt a pang of guilt: had she been too selfish? Her son had lived at school all semester and hadn't had much time to communicate with her and Yi Wen. For her sake…

she felt guilty and didn't want to think further…

Back home, she felt aimless. Lunchtime approached, and Yi Wen called, saying he was out for lunch and wouldn't be home. On a whim, she dialed Liang's number. Actually, she already knew why she'd been so restless all morning. The call

connected. He said he was at home, having found someone to fix the air conditioner for his parents. "It'll be done soon, is something wrong?"

"Nothing…"

she replied, a little annoyed by his question.

"I'll be done soon. Is Wen-ge back? I'll bring some groceries over to cook."

Hearing him lower his voice, Helan suddenly realized that he rarely came home, and it wasn't right for him to leave his parents behind. Understanding his predicament, she said, "He's not back. I don't want to eat either. You should keep Uncle and Aunt company."

"No, I'll be there in a bit." Then

he added, "I'm hungry, I want to eat...you!"

Helan's heart skipped a beat, and she blushed as she threw the phone onto the sofa. She began to eagerly await his arrival. She didn't know why her desire had become so strong. This was the first time she had actively called him to entice him to come to her side. Before, it was always Yi Wen who deliberately arranged things. Today, she had actually asked him to come to her side without Yi Wen's promise.

She felt a sense of guilt for having an affair. But that desire was so strong that there was almost no way to stop it with her guilt and shame.

Liang arrived quickly, just as he had said. Today seemed special. Liang was also enveloped by an emotion. Without any prelude, the two impulsively entangled on the living room carpet, unknowingly becoming two naked beasts. Both were incredibly excited. Was it simply because they felt like they were having an affair today?

He held her down, her wet body welcoming his intrusion without any resistance. Her snow-white buttocks were dazzlingly prominent.

As she received his kisses, she murmured, "You bad boy, I called you behind his back. I'm a bad woman."

Her words excited him, and her snow-white buttocks excited him even more. He gratefully embraced her upper body, her breasts squeezing into two soft balls of dough in his hands. Her body was twisted into an abstract angle, her upper body arching back, but her lower body was bent at an exaggerated angle at the hollow of her buttocks to receive his penis.

"I know, I want to make you happy. Are you happy?"

"Yes, you know I'm happy."

Under the glow of her snow-white buttocks, Liang suddenly had a mischievous thought.

"I know, I know... I want to make you happier... Do you want it?"

"Yes, you know what I want..."

She looked at him softly, with a desperate expression, her eyes filled with something incredibly tender. Her tenderness almost drove him mad. He freed one hand and smeared it at their point of contact, covering his hand with the slippery fluid, then playfully smeared it between her buttocks, making her tremble uncontrollably as he did so.

"Do you want it..."

She turned to accept his kiss.

"Mmm..."

He was speechless, his mouth sealed by her kiss.

He pulled out his penis, which had become slippery and shiny, moving comically around between her buttocks. She considerately changed her position, freeing his other hand so he could grasp that secret spot between her buttocks and slide in smoothly. She screamed in terror, only to be kissed back down.

"Wait a little longer,"

she said.

"Yes, I'm waiting. Do you like it?"

"I want to be your favorite woman."

"You are."

He shuddered; it was too tight, making him a little uncomfortable. He waited until she finally adjusted and began to slowly relax.

"Baby, do you want me to move?"

"If you want to move, then move, but you have to promise me I'm your favorite woman."

"And Wen... your husband's?"

"No, I'm your favorite woman."

She whimpered, seemingly feeling a little pleasure, and gripped his hand tightly.

"Yes, I like it, I'm going to start inserting it."

"Oh dear, come on, we shouldn't have waited until now..."

Liang hadn't expected her to become such a naked female beast; she was completely a female beast, aroused by herself... He thrust in hard and pulled out hard, the pleasure at the tip of his penis quickly building up. In less than a fraction of the usual time, he felt the edge of ejaculation. He dared not be reckless anymore and slowed down, but at this moment, as if Helan had been tickled, she twisted her snow-white buttocks from slow to fast. Before he could cry for help, his juices had already been released along with her shrill moans...

The two exhausted beasts panted heavily... She pressed her face tightly against his belly.

"This works too, you bad guy, have you tried many times?"

"No, never." "

I don't believe you, you're so skilled."

"Thanks to your help!"

He couldn't change his roguish nature.

"Well, I've never helped him before..."

She raised her face, looking at him boldly and fieryly, her wet hair sticking to her forehead.

"You bad guy, am I possessed by a demon? You devil!"

she grumbled. He was speechless, simply pulling her close, their sweaty bodies pressed tightly together.

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Xiaoya left home around 2 PM, driving her white Buick Excelle. She withdrew 5,000 yuan from the bank on Dongmen Street, bought some fresh fruit, and headed straight for Helan's apartment complex. She felt really bad; countless times Helan had asked Yiwen to take her out, and although they were childhood friends, she felt it wasn't right to constantly have them spend money.

She hadn't had a day off for the past two weeks due to a hospital charity event. Today, she had a day off

and was doing housework at home. Knowing that He Lan usually took a nap at noon, she decided to rest for a while after lunch as well. When she heard the doorbell, He Lan and Liang were still in bed. This time, they had finally truly relaxed, as if they had returned to the past, or even made a leap. The doorbell made He Lan jump up. Her first thought was that Yi Wen had returned. She felt a little guilty. According to her plan, she had intended to send Yi Wen a message to tell him that she would be home soon.

Saying that would make her open up to him about everything. However, she hadn't expected Liang to arrive so quickly, and she had momentarily forgotten about it. Nothing would happen, and she didn't need to worry about Yi Wen's safety. But based on their years of habit, she would definitely have called Yi Wen at that moment. Since she hadn't called and was now acting like this with Liang, He Lan herself felt something was wrong.

Helpless, she ran barefoot downstairs, put on her shoes, and went to open the door, only hastily wrapping herself in a cotton knitted half-length nightgown. Seeing through the peephole that it was Xiaoya standing outside, Helan panicked even more. She had already agreed to open the door, but to make matters worse, Liang upstairs also thought it was Yiwen and would be getting dressed and coming down soon.

There was no other way; opening the door was necessary.

"What brings you here?"

Opening the door, Helan smoothed her disheveled hair to hide her unease. Helan's flushed face surprised Xiaoya. She noticed something in Helan's furtive movements. Xiaoya was a clever woman; she glanced around the living room and, noticing the large casual leather shoes while changing her shoes, understood everything.

"What are you doing, sneaking around in broad daylight?"

Xiaoya asked.

Helan's face was already red to her ears, but now it was impossible to tell if the color had deepened. Before Helan could answer, Liang inappropriately came downstairs, because he thought Yiwen had returned and he had to come down.

Now it's all clear, even a fool would know what happened. Liang was stunned when he saw Xiaoya, staring at the two of them. Xiaoya blushed deeply when she saw him.

Helan felt incredibly embarrassed in this awkward situation. Although she had subtly hinted at her indiscretions to Xiaoya, she hadn't expected to be caught red-handed. Looking at Liang standing there in a daze on the stairs, she found it amusing. Blushing, she pulled Xiaoya to the sofa, where Xiaoya sat down like a wooden doll.

"What are you daydreaming about? Go get the lady a drink,"

she called to Liang on the stairs. Xiaoya calmed herself and glared at her fiercely.

"Is this the same brat you were talking about before?"

Helan pursed her lips.

Liang couldn't find a drink and kept asking inside. Helan responded briefly and then ignored him, sitting on the sofa listening to Xiaoya's rambling. Liang's antics had made her feel a little uncomfortable, with a dull ache, but she still couldn't help laughing.

"You have absolutely no shame! Aren't you ashamed? Where is this place? At least... how can you behave like this at home?"

Xiaoya scolded in a low voice.

Liang brought out a drink, and Xiaoya shut up. Helan handed her the drink, and she glared at her before taking it. Startled, Helan secretly made a face at Liang. Xiaoya actually recognized Liang slightly; she might have met him before when she ate with Helan's family. Helan took the opportunity to escape upstairs to change clothes and dialed Yiwen's number.

"Honey, I've gotten into trouble!"

"What happened?"

Yiwen on the other end was clearly startled.

"I let a man into the house."

"You brat, I thought I'd hit someone with my car, haha."

"That brat's not afraid of working himself to death? He knows how capable you are."

"No, you silly husband, don't joke around."

"What's wrong? Are you about to have a stroke?"

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'm ignoring you."

"Okay, okay, tell me, tell me."

"Yes, Sister Xiao, Xiaoya came. We thought it was you coming back, so we didn't think much of it, but she caught us."

"Oh, haha. Now you're coming to me? I don't care about anything! I'm just a victim in her eyes. It's your adulterous affair, it has nothing to do with me." "

How annoying."

"Haha, what's wrong with that? Didn't you say she knew all your dirty deeds?"

"That was just a joke before, what will she think now?"

"I don't know either, you decide for yourself. My wife isn't a little woman who listens to everyone. Where did your own judgment go?"

"How annoying! I wouldn't have called you if I'd known."

The two downstairs were also embarrassed. Liang, like a child, barely dared to breathe, watching TV with bated breath, hoping Helan would come down quickly to salvage the tense situation. Xiaoya was also upset, starting to blame herself for not calling that brat sooner, otherwise things wouldn't have turned out so awkward. After a long while, Helan finally came downstairs, seemingly unintentionally changing into a business suit. Her previous languid charm was gone, though the blush on her face still felt somewhat out of place.

She sat down next to Xiaoya. "Sister, Yiwen will be back soon, he wants to treat you to dinner."

"Treat me? I have to treat him to dinner too, right..."

She opened her bag and took out the money she had just withdrawn.

"I've troubled him so many times, I have to treat him to a meal. He's brought us medicine so many times, I don't care how much he spent, it's all here."

"Sister, what are you doing?"

Helan pushed her away, exasperated.

"When I was little, my brother-in-law didn't just buy me this and that. My first bicycle was bought by you and my brother-in-law. Are you trying to take it all back now?"

"What are you saying, you brat?"

Xiaoya said reproachfully.

"You're just passing the buck. You shouldn't give it to me either."

Liang wanted to make a joke,

but Helan retorted, "What's it to you? Go, go play in the study."

The tall and strong Liang pouted and slunk into the study. Xiaoya couldn't refuse her, so she put the money on the coffee table.

"By the way, I'm treating you to dinner tonight. Um... you're not allowed to bring your little lover."

"Go to hell, what?"

"You're really audacious. In broad daylight, aren't you afraid that you and Yiwen's parents and sisters will come over?"

"I'm innocent. What can I do when I'm having bad luck? You caught me the first time since the beginning of time. What do you expect us to do?"

"I don't believe you."

"Really."

Just then, the doorbell rang. "See, they're here!"

Xiaoya said.

"Who did you think it was? It's Yi Wen, hehe."

Yi Wen came in and greeted Xiao Ya with a smile. "Thank you, Sister Xiao."

Yi Wen said as soon as he sat down.

"Thank me for what?"

Xiao Ya was confused.

"Thank you for catching me red-handed."

He said with a smile.

"Tch, I can't be bothered with your embarrassing affairs. You think I don't know you're in cahoots? Just keep messing around, nobody can stop you."

"You brat, come here! I won't take the blame for you guys. Am I in cahoots with you? What happened today has nothing to do with me!"

He Lan's face flushed red again, and she gritted her teeth, ready to hit and pinch him.

"But I do know a bit about what happened before, Sister Xiao. I had no choice. You don't know how big her appetite is. I really had no other choice but to resort to this. Nobody wants to be like this, but being constantly bothered by her makes me dizzy and unable to do anything at the company. Sister Xiao, do I look like I'm only forty?"

He Lan screamed and pounced on him, and the two wrestled. Xiao Ya watched their flirting, feeling a little incredulous and amused.

When the wrestling stopped, Yi Wen asked her, "By the way, where's your accomplice?"

He Lan pinched her again.

Yi Wen saw the money on the coffee table and asked He Lan what happened. He Lan told him. Without saying a word, Yi Wen stuffed it into Xiao Ya's bag.

"Sister Xiao, don't assume he cares about everyone. Be careful,"

Helan teased from the side.

Xiaoya blushed and scolded, "That brat, is she crazy today? Is she never going to stop?"

After Yiwen returned and sat for a while, Xiaoya got up and left. While looking for her car keys, she saw the five thousand yuan in her bag again. She stared absently at the stack of bills, her mind in turmoil. A typhoon was coming, and it was said to affect the city. The weather was gloomy and felt stuffy, making her feel particularly uncomfortable. A heavy stone seemed to be pressing on her heart. She regretted coming to Helan's place today; what happened there hadn't made her feel good.

She was still puzzled. How could such an elegant woman as Helan choose to accept such behavior? Her question wasn't about the man named Liang, but mainly about Yiwen. Extramarital affairs weren't considered immoral in today's society, but their situation was much more bizarre, and she found it hard to understand them.

She thought about the things Helan had said to her, whether intentionally or unintentionally, and recalled Yi Wen's scholarly face and Liang's expression. She still couldn't bring herself to associate herself with them. The rush hour traffic outside the car window thickened. She composed herself and focused on driving. Xiao Ya left, leaving only Helan and Yi Wen in the room. She looked at him, stuck out her tongue, and, thinking about what had happened, felt a little bored. She obediently sat down next to Yi Wen.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you."

"Silly girl, what are you saying? I didn't realize Sister Xiao was having such a hard time."

"Hehe. Yeah, I didn't realize. I only heard her scold me."

"Hehe, shouldn't you scold me?"

At this moment, Liang appeared, looking embarrassed.

"What are we having for dinner?"

Yi Wen asked.

Originally, when Xiao Ya was there, Yi Wen suggested eating out, but she hadn't told her husband at home. Perhaps dinner was already prepared, and since he wasn't feeling well, it wouldn't be good if he didn't come home to eat, so she had to cancel.

"I'll cook,"

she said.

But in the end, they decided to eat out anyway. Regardless, what happened that afternoon was like a heavy stone thrown into Xiaoya's heart. After dinner, she quickly cleaned up the kitchen and went to her husband's room. Because of his health, her husband often woke up at night, and he slept in their daughter's room after they left so that Xiaoya could rest. At 4:16 PM on March 3rd,

her husband was watching TV. When he saw her come in, he looked up and spoke to her.

"Aren't you going out today? Remember to bring an umbrella."

"Yes, there's an umbrella in the stroller. It might really rain,"

she said.

Walking to the sofa, he gently patted and massaged her shoulder.

He placed his hand on hers. "I'm not tired, you should rest,"

she said, stopping and leaning against him on the sofa.

"I went to see Lan today. I haven't paid them for all these medications, and I feel guilty about it."

"Lan is so kind and considerate, well, let's just accept it shamelessly, haha."

"That brat does nothing but flaunt her abilities."

"Haha, what kind of society is this? It's good that you have the ability."

He rubbed her hand: "If you don't have the ability, you can only say you've failed. Okay, hurry up, or you'll be late."

On the way to dinner, Liang drove Yi Wen's car, and He Lan leaned tightly against Yi Wen in the back, like a kitten, seemingly expressing her apology.

"How did you figure out that Sister Xiao Ya was... you know?"

she asked. "

Why are you still thinking about that?"

Yi Wen ruffled her hair.

"It's nothing, I was just comforting you. Actually, even if she doesn't want anything, it's not a big deal. At worst, I'll explain to her later that I can't perform, I'm impotent, but I don't want to bother you." He

was still joking. She was dissatisfied and turned away. Seeing Yi Wen's genuinely nonchalant attitude, He Lan decided to stop worrying. Liang glanced at them occasionally in the rearview mirror. He realized he was the least affected by today's events; at most, he was just a man having an affair. He even felt a little smug and expectant after vaguely discerning their true intentions from He Lan's words.

As a man, he leaned towards agreeing with Yi Wen's assessment. Nobody was a scoundrel; everyone knew what they were doing. While he couldn't be sure what the female doctor was really thinking, whether she was struggling with her feelings or starting to fall for him, she should at least have the self-restraint to accommodate her lifestyle. And it was just a mature way of interacting; besides, she should know it wasn't harming anyone, fundamentally different from a momentary, impulsive, and promiscuous affair.

He looked at the restless He Lan in the back and found it somewhat amusing. He Lan was as naive as a recent graduate, having made a huge mistake that her older sister had discovered, and this incident had completely messed her up.

He Lan nervously fiddled with the thin cell phone Yi Wen had just given her yesterday. Suddenly, the phone vibrated.

"It's Sister Xiao."

She glanced at Yi Wen and answered the call.

As she spoke, He Lan's face slowly relaxed. Finally, she smiled broadly and said into the receiver, "Yes, ma'am!"

and hung up.

"Haha, she said her punishment is for me to go dancing with her in the square tonight."

Because she was going to accompany Xiao Ya, the three of them found a place to eat near the square. It was already late, so He Lan ate a little and then left the other two to walk there herself.

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The city streets were actually quite beautiful. Although they lacked the glamour and luxury of a metropolis, they possessed the elegance and ease of a mid-sized city. Due to the typhoon, the weather had become somewhat cool. Walking through the crowds, she felt an indescribable sense of comfort. Was it because of Xiao Ya's punishment? He Lan smiled. She didn't know if Xiao Ya understood her, but she knew that at least she had forgiven her.

She felt relieved, as if a heavy burden had been lifted, a burden she'd carried for years, seemingly since arriving in Shenzhen several years ago. The feeling was oppressive; while her time with Yi Wen and Liang was wonderful, the subsequent psychological pressure was immense. This unusual relationship had made her somewhat vulnerable, often wishing she could confide in someone and receive comfort—a ridiculous notion she knew no one would offer such solace. But now, having

shattered the image of the obedient girl Xiao Ya had always held for her—in Xiao Ya's eyes she would always be a little girl—she felt a sense of relief. Walking along the street, her steps were light. She encountered one or two former students' parents; such encounters are common in a small city. They greeted her politely, inquired about their children's current situation, and offered professional comfort. The pressure on parents these days is immense; the dizziness brought on by the middle school and college entrance exams will stay with them for life.

She watched the people coming and going around her with interest, her mind filled with strange thoughts. She even recalled the protagonist in Irwin Shaw's *The Poor and the Rich*, whose thoughts also surged amidst the crowds on the street. She remembered the description in the book: looking at the men and women passing by, she wondered how many were rushing to their rendezvous. She couldn't imagine that well-dressed men and elegant women would be carrying contraceptives that would soon be used.

He Lan laughed and cursed herself for being so filthy, but if Yi Wen were here, she would definitely tell him this joke. In the distance, she saw Xiao Ya just park her car and get out. Yi Wen and Liang ate slowly; they hadn't had a proper chat yet. They started with work-related topics, but after finishing their meal and arriving at the hotel lounge, under the dim lighting, the conversation became more ambiguous.

"What did that doctor mean by taking her to a place like that?"

Liang asked.

"It probably wasn't to use the entertainment of the poor to corrupt He Lan's polluted mind, was it?"

This remark made them both laugh.

"It must be a fascinating story that made Xiaoya so infatuated, do you believe it?"

"Hehe, I don't know, I don't know what your story is like, so I can't imagine."

Liang said with a smile, sipping his tea.

According to Yi Wen, Liang's business in Guizhou would soon have a booming opportunity, and he suggested that there was no need to sell it off quickly, so Liang still needed to stay there.

"Everything is convenient now, come back and visit when you have time. Your parents are getting old, they're like guests now, every year is a year, you are the one they worry about the most, don't just disappear after you go. Also..."

Yi Wen was a little embarrassed, but still said it. "You can see that Helan has changed a lot since two years ago. Women can't resist the erosion of time, it's a natural law, come back and spend more time with her when you have time."

"She's still very good, I feel she's even better than before, hehe."

Liang said with a mischievous smile.

"Hehe, really? Like a wolf, huh? Hahaha."

"No wonder, the Lanzhou thing happened several years ago, she had just started to enjoy it then, and it was put aside for so long, hehe."

Yi Wen said.

"How's that female doctor? Are we really going to drag her down with us? Hehe."

"What do you think? It's Lan's good intention, isn't it? She's very womanly, isn't she?"

"Hehe, that's true, her temperament is very similar to Lan's."

When she was little, Lanlan always followed her around, just like we can't shake off your rotten tail, hehe."

"I've stolen plenty of good food from your house for you guys back then, you were all like reincarnated starving ghosts, you could devour anything."

"Hehe, it's all because your dad's good at crooked tricks, there's always plenty of food at home. Anyway, Xiaoya's incident definitely started because of you, you brat."

"Me? Hehe, Lan wants to make amends, right?"

"Hehe, I don't know what she's thinking, but she's been bringing it up for a long time."

The two of them were like two hooligans on the street, joking around with great interest.

He Lan returned home, and Yi Wen was watching TV intently in the living room. When she opened the door and turned around to greet her, his eyes were red, which startled her.

"Why did you drink so much? Didn't we say it was just the two of us sharing a bottle of beer?"

"Hehe, I was in a good mood so I ordered a few more."

Sitting down next to him, reeking of alcohol, Helan scolded him slightly. Yiwen quickly waved apologetically, and she swallowed the words she was about to say, pouring him tea.

"How was it? Pretty fun, right?"

"Pretty good. Some of the older guys were really good dancers. It's nothing like those dark dance halls."

She said.

"Hehe, be clear, what's the comparison?"

"Actually, the people dancing in the square are the ones who are truly dancing. It's not quite like that in those dark dance halls."

She said.

Actually, she wanted to ask Liang when he broke up with his girlfriend, but she held back.

"Did anyone ask you to dance?"

"Of course, those older guys have to wait in line."

Helan said proudly.

"Of course, those are mostly middle-aged women. You and Xiaoya are the only ones who are relatively young. It seems that not everyone in the square goes there to dance. Dancing with beautiful women is certainly more enjoyable. But it's all the same, all crows are black, hehe."

"You dirty bastard."

She playfully tried to push him to the side of the sofa, but he grabbed her and pulled her close. They watched a TV series until late at night. Once in bed, they couldn't help but entwine, lying naked and chatting leisurely.

"I wanted to keep him here today, but I got a call from his mother. She said her aunt from out of town came and hadn't seen Liang for many years. She even took care of him for several years when he was little, and she missed him terribly, so I sent him back."

"Mm."

"It's all your fault for not keeping an eye on him, hehe."

He rubbed his thigh against hers.

"Thank you, honey, otherwise I would have suffered again. Today was tiring enough; the uncles at the square never let me rest."

"You're just saying that, girl."

He lovingly cupped her breasts against his arm, gently kneading them, rubbing her nipples lightly with his thumb and forefinger, making her tremble slightly.

"Do you think your wife is some unwanted, haggard old woman? She has to wait in line for ages to dance with me."

"Oh, I misjudged you..."

"Of course you misjudged me. I've already talked to Sister Xiao; she has a day off next Tuesday, so we'll go on a trip."

"Great, bring your husband along."

"No way, don't get your hopes up."

She pushed him away, preparing to sleep. Yi Wen obediently moved to the side; it was their habit to sleep separately, without disturbing each other. Although He Lan said that, there was a hidden agenda behind luring Xiao Ya on the trip—why wouldn't Yi Wen be included?

The day of the trip was the sixth day of the seventh lunar month. The seventh day of the seventh lunar month is the legendary Magpie Bridge Meeting, the day when the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meet once a year. Not far from H City, there is a mountain with the second highest altitude in the province. Legend has it that the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl can be seen meeting on the highest peak there. Because of the high altitude, the mountain is shrouded in green mist all day long. In the sweltering heat of June, going up the mountain is like entering a different world from the foot of the mountain, with a huge temperature difference, making it a well-known summer resort.

Helan persuaded Xiaoya without much effort, since it was obvious that they would have to drive that far in Yiwen's car, so they had no choice but to bring the driver along. Given their limited driving skills, they would likely be unfamiliar with Yiwen's car. What truly made Xiaoya feel tricked was that the car that picked her up that morning was driven by Liang, who was sitting in the driver's seat with a wicked grin.

Xiaoya felt incredibly awkward but had nowhere to vent her frustration. She sat in the back with Helan, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then closed her eyes, pretending to sleep. Helan stuck out her tongue and made small talk with Yiwen in the front. Before long, the car was on the highway. Xiaoya's behavior worried Helan; she felt a bit stifled. She tickled Xiaoya, who was pretending to sleep, and she jumped up in surprise.

"What are you doing, you brat?"

"I wanted to ask you something, but you act like someone borrowed money from you and won't pay it back."

"Tch, nobody owes me money, I'm the only one who owes others."

"How boring, it's rare for us to come out like this, and you act like it's such a hardship for you."

Liang drove obediently the whole way, carefully watching everyone's expressions. Hearing Helan say this, he casually replied, "Maybe I've made things difficult for everyone. If not, I'll get out at the next intersection and go back."

"Just drive your car properly, it's not your place to make things difficult for you." " You brat, are you out of your mind

? Did someone driving without saying a word offend you?"

"Oh, someone's standing up for me, huh? I'll be your driver to the end today."

"Kid, stop joking around, drive carefully."

"It's all your fault, Yiwen, it's all your fault!"

"What? What did my husband do to you this time?"

Helan pretended to be unconvinced.

"Husband? Who's that?"

Xiaoya's words were venomous, making Helan gasp. She simply turned over, closed her eyes, and went to sleep, ignoring everyone.

Before lunch, they reached the mountaintop. The mountain was indeed cool, with a refreshing autumn breeze, only without the withered leaves. The rooms had been booked long ago. Yi Wen had accompanied clients here before. After a quick freshening up, he and Liang, carrying hot water bottles and other supplies, went to a small grove of trees behind the house. Several tables and chairs were sparsely placed among the trees.

A little while later, He Lan and Xiao Ya also arrived. Xiao Ya seemed to have recovered and was much more cheerful. The tea from the mountain was also a local specialty. Due to the high altitude and year-round mist, its quality differed from tea from other places, and everyone who came up the mountain had to try a few cups. Yi Wen looked at the two women; they looked like sisters.

"Pretty professional,"

he said.

Both were dressed for a trip—T-shirts, jeans, and sneakers. Yi Wen's shirt and trousers seemed a bit out of place, while Liang usually wore casual clothes and didn't need to change.

"It's so comfortable, the water in the room is ice-cold,"

He Lan exaggeratedly said, covering her face with her hands.

Someone came over to remind them to order food at the restaurant, otherwise it would be very slow due to the crowds. "I'm really hungry, honey, you go ahead."

Only Yi Wen had been here before, so it was only natural.

"Sis, you're a picky eater, you should go too, otherwise you won't get anything to eat. " "

Nonsense, I can eat anything."

Despite saying that, Xiao Ya still went to the restaurant with Yi Wen from the hallway.

"How is it here?"

"Why haven't you been here before?"

He Lan said.

"No, that's right, why else?"

"Maybe it's because your husband brought his mistress, of course he wouldn't bring me."

"Hehe, nonsense."

He Lan looked sweet.

"Only I bring my gigolo, he doesn't bring his mistress...hehe."

"And now?"

Liang gestured in the direction where Yi Wen and Xiao Ya had left.

"Shut up, you deserve a beating."

He Lan gave him a coquettish sidelong glance.

Yi Wen and Xiao Ya walked to the restaurant along the bamboo and wood corridor, one on each side. "It smells so good."

Yi Wen said.

"What?"

Yi Wen sniffed her, and she understood.

"Ugh, so you're quite the chatterbox! You've been hiding it all these years."

"Hehe, true masters usually keep a low profile, only making their move when the time is right."

"Hmph, what master? Be careful not to embarrass yourself."

Lunch was simple, mostly local mountain produce, but they enjoyed it nonetheless. While eating, someone handed out flyers in the restaurant, those promotional cards introducing the mountain's attractions. There was a lot of information, but Xiaoya and Yiwen didn't have time; they wouldn't be back until the third night at the latest. They both

wanted to rest at noon. The mountain temperature was pleasant, neither too hot nor too cold, completely different from the air conditioning in the city—naturally refreshing.

They booked a small, two-story building. Although simple, it was very clean and tidy. Downstairs was the living room, and upstairs were three bedrooms. Back in their room, Helan Xiaoya chose her own room first, assigning the smallest one furthest inside to Liang.

"Of course you have to sleep in the small room,"

Helan called out to Liang from the stairs.

"Ignore her, we don't know who'll sleep there yet,"

Yiwen whispered to Liang.

Luckily, Helan didn't hear, otherwise he would have been in deep trouble. After Yiwen and Liang went upstairs, Yiwen entered his and Helan's room but didn't see Helan. She must be in Xiaoya's room. He was a little tired from the car ride, and although he was a little distracted, he still managed to lie down on the bed. When he was a little drowsy, he heard the door open. Helan walked to the bedside and stared at him.

"What are you doing?"

"Hehe, nothing, I'm just getting a bottle of nail polish for the old man.

" "Oh, not coming to keep your husband company?"

"You're so silly."

She leaned down and rested her face on his head.

"Honey, I feel a little reluctant."

"Reluctant about what?"

"I'm reluctant to let you do naughty things."

"Hehe, you're already worried about something that's not even true? I promise you, I won't do anything."

"Really?"

"Really!"

"Hmph."

She got up and rummaged through her bag. After finding something, she returned to his side.

"Ugh, you silly husband."

"Hmm?"

"Let's just let things take their course."

"Hehe, what are you thinking? It's so complicated?"

"Hmm, I don't know either."

She left. She chased away Yi Wen's sleepiness completely. He Lan's ambiguous words made his mind a mess, and he couldn't help but overthink. He stared wide-eyed at the ceiling, then got up and took a shower. The water was bone-chillingly cold, and he shivered from the cold. He quickly dried himself off and put on a cotton t-shirt.

A few days after they came down from the mountain, when He Lan asked about it, Yi Wen couldn't explain why he felt that way after taking a shower. He walked out of the room, went to the middle door, and opened it to go in. Xiao Ya was lying on the bed, and He Lan was painting her toenails. When she saw him come in, Xiao Ya sat up awkwardly.

"Aren't you going to sleep?"

He Lan asked.

"Ugh, you woke me up, I can't sleep anymore."

"What did I do to you? I just grabbed something."

"Your voice is so loud, can't you tell?"

He Lan immediately understood the word "loud" in Yi Wen's voice and couldn't help but chuckle. Xiao Ya was a little confused by the laughter, perhaps realizing it had something to do with her, and her face slowly flushed.

"Go get the hairdryer,"

He Lan said to Yi Wen.

She brought the hairdryer, plugged it in, and used it to dry her freshly painted nails. The whole room smelled of banana oil. The nail polish was clear, but it added moisture to the nails, preventing them from being too dry. The room wasn't big, much smaller than the one next door. With Yi Wen sitting on the sofa, the room was basically filled, with only a path left in front of the TV cabinet at the foot of the bed.

"Is our driver asleep?"

He Lan asked.

"I don't know, I didn't go check. He's probably snoring."

"Okay, it's dry."

"You brat, your husband's right next to you, why do you care if the driver's sleeping or not?"

"What's it to care about my husband?"

Helan became shameless, putting away the hairdryer and craning her neck.

"We can only have fun and get home safely if the driver's sleeping well."

"You chatterbox!"

Xiaoya scolded.

She put the hairdryer back in the bathroom and poked her head out: "I have to go check on our driver, see if he's kicked off the covers."

Before anyone could speak, she slipped out. Helan didn't go into the hallway, but turned left and went back to her and Yiwen's room. Actually, her heart was pounding, even more so than when Yiwen had tried to match her with Liang. Although she wasn't sure what would happen between Yiwen and Xiaoya, she still felt strange, a little sad, and a little sour.

Back in her room, she lay on the sofa, her eyes blank. Everything she had done these past few days was completely different from her usual behavior. Where had the dignified and gentle Helan gone? She would never do such a thing.

After drinking two glasses of cold water, she mocked herself, thinking that things might never go back to the way they were before. Yi Wen sat there, and Xiao Ya felt awkward lying there, so she got up and sat up.

"You spoil this brat so much, she'll do anything now."

"Me too, I'll do anything."

Yi Wen said, walking to the bedside, standing next to her, and pulling her into his arms. He thought Xiao Ya would struggle, but she only swayed symbolically before quietly leaning against him.

"You bad boy, you'll corrupt any girl."

Xiao Ya said dizzily.

Yi Wen felt that Xiao Ya was unusually soft, and with just a gentle push, she fell to one side, and he lay down on the bed as well. He didn't move, but simply found one of her hands, crossed it, and held it. Xiao Ya closed her eyes, feeling a very warm sensation.

Yi Wen looked at her; she seemed to be sleeping peacefully, though her breathing was a little rapid. He withdrew his hand and stroked her cheek; it was soft and smooth. His hand moved down to her lips, and she stirred slightly, gently pursing his fingers. Her eyes blinked, then remained closed.

He lay down a little, embracing her, letting his hand slide down her back, lightly touching her hips and thighs, finally reaching her chest. Her breasts were fuller than He Lan's. The light blue loungewear she wore had several classic fabric buttons at the front, which easily unbuttoned, revealing a patch of white breasts.

He wanted to lift her up from the bottom of her bra, but she grabbed his hand. She pressed herself tightly against him, leaving no space between them, making it impossible for Yi Wen to do so.

Although he could feel her softness, Yi Wen was absolutely not going to give up. He cupped her forehead, lightly touching her warm lips, and her tongue pressed against his, carrying a sweet fragrance. He kissed her gently and tenderly, and in between, he freed his hand to slide down her smooth skin, unfastening the top from behind and taking one breast in his hand. Xiaoya let out a soft moan, then suddenly pushed him away forcefully, quickly sitting up, her pink face full of shyness.

She shook her head. "No, I'm still not used to it."

Yi Wen shook his head, got out of bed, walked to the door, locked it from the inside, and drew the thick second curtains, making the room almost pitch black. He slipped back into bed and embraced her again.

"Are you feeling any better now?"

he asked.

"Ugh,"

she spat at him.

This time, Yi Wen stripped her naked almost effortlessly, but in the darkness, he could only feel her through the touch of her skin. When he touched her between her legs, he was surprised to find that it was almost completely wet. So he quickly removed his own clothes, and at that moment, Xiaoya's hand tried to grab him again.

"Let's not, the girl won't be able to handle it."

At this moment, Yi Wen wouldn't be Yi Wen if he could be swayed by her. Before she could say anything more, he quickly mounted her. Her wet, slippery skin undoubtedly helped him. Before she could even react, he was already inside her.

"How annoying, she's my best little sister, how can I..."

Yi Wen kept kissing her lightly. The feeling of kissing her was so wonderful that he forgot his own body movements for a moment. Once he was truly deep inside, Yi Wen felt her tightness, even tighter than He Lan's. He quietly reached out and turned on the bedside lamp, causing her to gasp. He looked down at her, at her body. She shyly turned her head away.

She had a pair of full, smooth breasts, but what surprised Yi Wen even more was that the area where she was in close contact with him was no different in color from the rest of her body—stunningly white. He lifted one of her legs, and it was indeed so, further highlighting the beautiful color of her well-proportioned pubic hair. She reached out and turned off the light.

"Don't worry about that crazy girl. Maybe she's enjoying it more than you are right now."

Perhaps his words slightly eased Xiaoya's unease. From that moment on, she became noticeably more engaged. At least her hands, resting on Yiwen's taut buttocks, began to respond to his movements...

Soon, Yiwen discovered that Xiaoya was a stunner in bed. She had an exceptionally high understanding of how to please a man, and her flexibility was no less than Helan's. In fact, her ability to receive a man's thrusts seemed to possess a magical attraction, each thrust tightly interlocked with the next.

In his memory, only Helan had exhibited such behavior at the peak of her orgasm. She seemed to lose all weight, easily clinging to him like a fish that could move with the wind. Her orgasms seemed to come easily, quickly bringing her to the peak twice, greatly satisfying Yiwen's ego.

"Was it good?"

She didn't answer him, panting as she turned her face away. Her cheeks were no longer pink but a deeper flush.

After catching his breath for a long time, he said intermittently, "I don't know how to see Ya Tou."

Yi Wen hadn't thought about He Lan and Liang from the beginning, but now that she brought it up, the stimulation increased, making him feel an extra surge of desire. His mind was blank, and before him, beneath him, was the woman he had admired for so long. Xiao Ya's breasts were exceptionally soft, swaying freely like two clouds during Yi Wen's thrusts, providing an unprecedented visual stimulation.

Xiao Ya's body was gradually recovering, and she began to respond to Yi Wen's impulses. She cleverly allowed herself to quickly enjoy another wave of floating pleasure during his erection. Yi Wen collapsed on top of her, and Xiao Ya gently accepted it, allowing their bodies to slowly cool down.

Finally, she urged him to get up. "Go back to your room. If Helan is out, at least until she comes back."

Yi Wen found her idea strange and smiled, ignoring her. But he couldn't resist her constant urging, so he got up and dressed.

"So this will cover up your ugliness? Hehe."

Yi Wen reached out and patted her.

"Trying to teach me how to lie in front of my wife? If she's not here, I'll lie and say I went back to my room a long time ago? Hehe, I can't withstand her interrogation." "

You..."

Yi Wen tiptoed into his room like a thief. When he saw the scene inside, his heart skipped a beat. On the bed, Helan was resting her head on her arms, her eyes fixed on the television, but the television was off. Yi Wen suddenly felt a pang of heartache and went over to hug her.

"What's wrong, little girl?"

She glanced at him, her eyes somewhat unfamiliar, and then buried her face in his chest. Yi Wen felt a pang of guilt, blaming himself for not considering a woman's feelings. He had naively assumed she would take the opportunity to go to Liang and be seduced. Now he understood how complex human emotions could be. He himself had experienced a mix of emotions, suffering for days.

"I'm sorry, girl,"

he said, holding her tightly.

She suddenly looked up: "You two... you know?"

He didn't dare look at her, remaining silent.

"Heh, so she can be like this too, this hypocrite."

He Lan seemed to be about to unleash a torrent of anger. Perhaps it was because Xiao Ya's usual behavior had suppressed her; she had always been cautiously smiling in front of her. Now she could finally breathe a sigh of relief, no wonder she was so angry. But her heart still ached; for the sake of simple equality, she had sacrificed her husband.

In an instant, her anger returned, glaring at Yi Wen: "You really went for it."

Yi Wen could only force a smile. Seeing that He Lan's eyes were brimming with tears, Yi Wen panicked, unsure how to comfort her.

"I'm so sorry, honey, let's never do it again, okay? No more next time, alright? No more, no more."

Seeing his flustered look, she smiled through her tears. "Get lost, I'm just feeling really uncomfortable, terribly upset."

"Oh, so you still have to do it?"

He teased her, mustering his courage.

"You're so annoying, get away from me!"

He Lan's eyes finally welled up with tears, which streamed down her face.

Yi Wen felt a pang of heartache. He had read articles about women's psychology before, and he knew that women's psychology was different from men's. He knew that his wife would calm down eventually, but it would take much longer than it would for him. He didn't know how to comfort her, so he gently rubbed her shoulders and back, a method he always used to soothe her when she was unhappy.

She pushed him away. "I want to sleep for a while."

He got up, but she grabbed his hand again, pulling it to her mouth as he stumbled. She bit his arm hard. Yi Wen hadn't expected this, but he couldn't pull his hand away. By the time she let go, a deep tooth mark was left on his arm. She quickly lay back down, turned over, and ignored him. Yi Wen couldn't think of any way to make her happy. Had he done something foolish?

Perhaps this wasn't suitable for a woman? His mood soured. He felt depressed and wanted to light a cigarette, but seeing He Lan's back to him, he didn't. He carefully lay down beside her and soon drifted off to sleep.

He was later awakened by Xixi's ticklish rustling; Helan's hair was brushing against his face. He pulled her close, kissed her on the cheek, and smiled. Usually at home, if he were woken up like this, Helan would complain a bit, but today he had to restrain himself and try to appear gentle.

Seeing that his wife had changed her clothes, clearly having dressed up a little and reapplied some light makeup, Yi Wen felt a little relieved.

"Get up, lazybones,"

she said.

Looking at the time, it was almost six o'clock. He got up and stretched. "Yeah, these days, even a few hours of driving is too much. It's not like before,"

he said.

He immediately realized how foolish and talkative he had been.

Sure enough, Helan stared at him sarcastically, "Are you tired from the car ride?"

He pouted; it was best not to answer such a question, and there was no way to answer it anyway. He could manage a forced smile with anything else she was referring to, but her tone was too sensitive. It was best not to provoke her, so he simply took off his clothes, found a casual t-shirt and pants, and quietly changed. Once changed, he stood before her, looking quite energetic.

"How are you?"

"What are you going to do? So carefree?"

What was going on? Yi Wen was truly at a loss. Was He Lan really always so sarcastic? He felt a chill run down his spine.

"Hehe, taking my wife to eat some delicacies."

He grinned ingratiatingly.

"What do you want to eat today? Humph."

She stepped in front of him, blocking his path.

"You're not allowed to do anything lewd again!"

"Oh, yes, ma'am."

"If you do it again, you're a big lewd!"

Walking out of the room, he looked down the stairs and saw no one in the living room; they were all in their room. Yi Wen shouted loudly, "Dinner's ready!"

He Lan kicked him in the butt, and Yi Wen exaggeratedly ran down the stairs, almost tripping. Helan curled her lip in disdain and pushed open the door to Xiaoya's room. Xiaoya was sitting on the sofa, watching her enter with a blank expression, but Helan still noticed her feigned panic.

"Let's go eat, then we'll go up the mountain to watch the Magpie Bridge Festival."

"Girl!"

Xiaoya called out.

"Hmm?"

Helan didn't dare to look her in the eye.

"Don't pretend, I know you're feeling awkward. I knew you'd regret it, but now it's your turn to suffer."

Xiaoya was also afraid of meeting her gaze, so she turned her face to the wall behind the bed and said each word clearly. Helan pounced on her and pressed her hard onto the sofa.

"You old hag, you're getting the better of me and still acting innocent!"

She tickled her back hard, catching Xiaoya off guard and leaving her defenseless, writhing in a ball and begging for mercy. After that, Helan said viciously, "See if you laugh at me again!"

Xiaoya was both amused and exasperated, shrinking into a ball and panting. Then, Helan also fell silent, stunned.

"Yes, I thought things would be simple, but I didn't expect it to be so upsetting,"

she said, head bowed.

"I know, thank you, girl,"

Xiaoya whispered, grabbing her hand.

"Hehe,"

Helan shook her head, her beautiful hair flying wildly, "I just wanted to drag you down with me so you wouldn't laugh at me anymore."

"No, I know what you're thinking. Thank you, girl. You know my brother-in-law and I are practically husband and wife, I know your good intentions."

"Hehe, what are you saying? I'm just rewarding my husband."

Seeing Xiaoya's sadness, Helan panicked. After all, she and Xiaoya were as close as sisters, and she was the one who had stirred up the whole thing. Besides, Xiaoya just wanted to vent her discomfort. Since Xiaoya's burden was already so heavy, she had no choice but to stop there.

"Old woman, go wash your face and make yourself look nicer, otherwise how will you face people? The handsome guys outside are getting impatient and will start yelling at you."

After dinner, she joined the others on the mountain. Indeed, this mountain seemed to have a long history with the legend of the Seventh Day of the Seventh Lunar Month. There were quite a few people going up the mountain. Looking down, there were still cars coming down the winding mountain road. It was completely dark. The resort on the mountain had made many arrangements for the day. It would take nearly half an hour to walk from the hotel to the top of the mountain. Lanterns were hung all the way up the mountain, making the red lanterns look like a long red dragon.

This year, the Seventh Day of the Seventh Lunar Month is called Qixi Festival. At first glance, I didn't know what it meant. I felt that the traditional story of the Magpie Bridge meeting on the Seventh Day of the Seventh Lunar Month was more easy to understand. Helan, arm in arm with Xiaoya, walked ahead, leaving the two men far behind. The road was constantly crowded. Yiwen worried that there wasn't enough open space on the mountain to accommodate so many people, and kept reminding them not to go any further once they reached a crowded area, since they could see the view from anywhere anyway.

Indeed, a large crowd had already gathered at the summit. They stopped some distance from the top and found a flat spot. Liang was particularly thoughtful; he had packed several newspapers and two bath towels in his bag.

He spread out the newspapers first, then laid out the towels. Helan praised him approvingly.

"So clever,"

Xiaoya said, tired from walking, and sat down with a thud after thanking him.

Liang then pulled out a whole bunch of things from his bag, surprising even Yiwen. There was fruit, beef jerky, and finally, an opened bottle of red wine, all spread out on the newspapers. Although they had just eaten and didn't have much of an appetite, everyone still praised Liang.

Yiwen couldn't help but scold, "You brat, all you do is show off."

"Why didn't you think of that?"

Helan immediately defended him.

Xiaoya smiled, pursing her lips, and glanced at Yiwen secretly before turning away and laughing again. Yiwen, speechless at Helan's words, chuckled awkwardly.

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

As evening fell, a light mist drifted by, making the air more humid, allowing one to forget the unbearable heat of the foot of the mountain, over a thousand meters below. The stars brightened, and Liang magically produced a monocular telescope, pointing out Altair and Vega to the two ladies.

It's probably just a legend; perhaps modern life is too stressful. Those who came to the mountain today are just using it as an excuse to relax, or perhaps they are young couples in love. Liang suddenly exclaimed, then said with feigned seriousness that the magpies had begun building a bridge. Following his pointing, indeed, there seemed to be more mist between the two stars, creating a hazy connection in the imagination.

Women and men are just different. Yi Wen chuckled, lit a cigarette, lay down, and puffed away. The two women's expressions, however, softened, becoming serious as they gazed expectantly at the sky, occasionally grabbing their binoculars to keep an eye on it. Luckily, their location was relatively secluded; to the east, they saw flashlights, indicating a large influx of people.

The temperature had dropped, giving a slight chill. The last item in Liang's bag was starting to come in handy: two bath towels he'd brought for the room. Xiao Ya and He Lan each wrapped one around themselves. Xiao Ya, watching him do all this on the mountain, couldn't help but look at him with newfound respect; a thoughtful man easily wins a woman's heart.

By late at night, the crowds on the mountain had thinned considerably, and Liang's red wine was almost gone, mostly consumed by the two men. Xiao Ya said she wouldn't know how to get back if she drank any more, and they didn't dare let her drink anymore. On the way down, Yi Wen led the way.

Going up the mountain was easier than going down; the descent took much longer than the ascent. The men frequently needed to help the women, and on several slightly difficult sections, they had to support each other to move forward. Later, they realized Yi Wen had led them down the wrong path, onto a side road, which explained why it felt so much harder than going up. The women scolded him profusely. Liang, however, received unanimous praise from the women. Along the way, two women frequently offered him their delicate hands, helping him through the bumpy descent.

Luckily, by the time they reached the camp, Yi Wen's flashlight had dimmed. Surprisingly, the resort was still brightly lit, and music was still playing in the small dance hall next to the main hall. Yi Wen jokingly asked Xiao Ya if she still had the energy to do a few twirls and demonstrate ballroom dancing. She shook her head vigorously, saying her legs were already weak, and besides, she and Liang were no match for her.

Yi Wen and Liang exchanged a glance and laughed, leaving He Lan and the others completely bewildered. He Lan sprawled out on the sofa in the room before finally taking off the bath towel draped over her. She had spent a long time admiring the glass bed beforehand; from the outside, it didn't seem like much, but under the light, her white outfit made her look like a female knight-errant from a martial arts movie, much to everyone's amusement.

When He Lan came downstairs, her face was filled with disappointment, puzzling those below. They later learned that her good day had arrived. Yi Wen winked and teased her, but He Lan ignored him and sat down next to Liang. When Xiao Ya came down, she had already changed into her pajamas.

"Aren't you guys going to sleep? A bunch of night owls."

Due to her profession, Xiao Ya's schedule was very regular, and tonight's lateness was already taking its toll.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Sleep, sleep? No way."

He Lan snapped at her.

"Did you take the wrong medicine, brat?"

Xiao Ya asked in surprise.

Seeing Yi Wen and Liang grinning, Xiao Ya was stunned.

Helan, deciding to tease her anyway, said, "Anyway, I'm not sleeping. You guys can sleep, or I'll give you this too."

She then forcefully pushed Liang away from the sofa.

"Are you crazy? If you keep talking nonsense, I'll tear your mouth apart!"

Xiaoya had previously thought that what happened with Yiwen that afternoon was still a secret to Liang, but it turned out that Liang had already figured it out from everyone's expressions. Xiaoya was dressed in pajamas, her hair loosely tied back with a hair tie, highlighting her fair and smooth skin on her face and neck. A slight blush rose to her cheeks from Helan's teasing

, making her look incredibly feminine. There were only two sofas in the living room. After standing for a while, not wanting to become the focus of all three people's attention, Xiaoya sat down next to Yiwen. Helan, having tried to push Liang earlier but lacking the strength to do so, ended up leaning against him in a comfortable position.

Yi Wen's hand, initially outstretched on the sofa back, became half-embracing Xiao Ya as she sat down. With a slight hook, his hand touched her shoulder, causing Xiao Ya to reflexively jump away. He Lan across from them chuckled. Yi Wen leaned closer, resting his hand on her shoulder again. Xiao Ya, prepared and wanting to show He Lan, held back her movement.

Faintly, they could still hear music from a dance hall drifting in. Yi Wen said to Liang, "Didn't you hear Big Sister taunting you? She said there were no rivals in ballroom dancing. You're so patient?"

A couple of days ago, He Lan accompanied Xiao Ya to the square to dance, and while they ate dinner together, they talked about Xiao Ya dancing in the square. They mentioned it was incredibly fashionable in Guizhou now, and Liang had even put a lot of effort into it for social reasons, supposedly dancing quite well.

"Oh dear, I don't have the energy to dance today!"

Xiaoya looked at Yiwen and said, "So you're so petty, you still remember what I said? Lanlan, look at how this person has become!"

"What can I do? People change, even you, sister, have changed, what else can't change?"

Helan leaned comfortably against Liang, who was massaging her shoulders. Hearing Xiaoya speak to her, he simply shook his head, muttered a few sarcastic remarks, and showed no further reaction, much to Xiaoya's annoyance. With Xiaoya present, Liang was quiet, perhaps because he was the youngest. Xiaoya possessed a certain air that made it difficult to speak freely, especially to those not yet familiar with each other.

Also, because he was the youngest among Helan and Yiwen, and Xiaoya was addressed as "Big Sister" by them, he seemed to have abandoned his usual roguish ways, becoming as quiet as a sensible older child. After sitting for a while, Xiaoya announced she was going to sleep; she really didn't like staying up late. She went upstairs as she spoke.

Now, with Xiaoya upstairs, the three below seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Helan simply turned over, letting Liang massage her back.

"Honey, what are you still doing here? Aren't you going upstairs to check on things?"

Helan's words were ambiguous, and Yiwen dared not make a move. "Hehe, stop messing around, people can barely keep their eyes open."

"It's all an act, women are born to act, didn't you know?"

Helan said, looking at Yiwen with ill intent. Her words made Liang and Yiwen chuckle incessantly.

"I see, so you were pretending to be so serious at first, Liang almost didn't dare to make a move,"

Yiwen said.

She twisted her neck and looked up at Liang, asking, "Is that true?"

Liang chuckled again, then mustered his courage: "A little, I didn't realize how easily a woman's pretense could mislead people."

"Pah!"

Helan scolded.

"Too familiar, it's hard to make a move, hehe, too good at pretending, I don't dare to make a move either."

"You're lying! You really aren't going up? If he won't go, you will,"

Helan said.

Her words were like opening a window, making the two men's hearts tremble. This was a scenario they hadn't dared to imagine beforehand, probably because of Xiaoya's unfamiliarity with the whole situation.

"You little brat, you really dare to dream!"

"Yeah, don't you know you men too well?"

She turned around and stared at Liang: "Be honest, do you have any improper thoughts?"

Liang and Yiwen exchanged glances and burst into laughter. The originally virtuous and dignified Helan had now become an accomplice of the two men. Despite their banter, nothing happened that night. However, Helan's words planted a seed of restlessness in Yiwen and Liang's minds.

When Xiaoya woke up in the morning, she opened the window and saw a misty scene outside. It was already past nine o'clock, and there seemed to be no movement outside. No one should have gotten up yet. The room was small, looked newly renovated, and still had a faint smell of paint. It looked clean. She usually had a hard time sleeping well when she was away on business, but last night was an exception.

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