[Urban] Summer (Complete) - 16-18

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Outside, the sky cleared after the rain, and the sun shone brightly…

The fresh air and warm sunshine after the rain, to be honest, it was still summer, and the temperature rose quickly. Helan walked down the street and soon felt a light sweat on her body, but her mood brightened, no longer as gloomy as before.

She had nothing to be dissatisfied with—nothing about her life. Although the bustling crowds on the street might include people hurrying along, each with their own thoughts and secrets, she felt her heart was full of sunshine. Looking at the shop windows, she was satisfied with her actions, even giving herself a smile.

She had always felt her heart was bright; having just escaped a near-descent into darkness, she was happy. She laughed inwardly at herself for having fallen into such wild, unsettling thoughts the past few days. Now she thought those dreams were something only teenage girls would have; what was wrong with her?

Then she contradicted herself, realizing it was too much to project her past dirty thoughts onto a pure, young girl. A girl's dreams are romantic, not the naked desires she felt. She chuckled to herself, unaware that she had stepped on someone's foot in her demeanor.

"Excuse me," she quickly apologized.

She had walked all that way home, a distance she hadn't walked like that in years. Just as she opened the door, the phone rang. It was her husband.

"What a coincidence! I just got home."

"Oh, where have you been wandering off to?"

"Get lost! Do you think I'd be wandering off without you guys?"

"Hehe, that's usually how it is. "

"Who said that? I almost cheated on you just now."

She covered her mouth and giggled.

"That's great! How high was the wall? Need a ladder?"

he asked, moving around on the other end.

"Ugh, whatever, don't believe me then."

She argued, blushing.

She was actually using this method to unload her psychological burden; even if something had happened, she felt the person she shouldn't hide it from was her husband.

"Oh, it seems it's true. Aren't you afraid I'll send you back to your parents when I get back?"

"Go away, who's sending whom back? I'll divorce you when you get back!"

she said defiantly in a low voice.

She wasn't a competitive person; she only revealed her vulnerable side to her husband.

"Hehe, you're the boss in our family. You can divorce me if you want." "

Drank too much again yesterday, didn't you? Didn't even call?"

she said reproachfully.

"Hehe, that's really the reason. I drank too much last night, really went too far. The brat's still lying on the floor, haha." "

That must be because he took the fall for you. It's always like this."

"Of course, I've shared everything with him...what...everything. He's strong, so of course he'd be at the forefront. Besides, this whole half-month of busy work was his fault."

"Oh, so the chances aren't great? Then hurry back. It's like gambling anyway, no need to risk it."

"Not really. I guess I won't have much screen time this month. I won't talk about this anymore. It's a man's business. I'll come back again in September at the latest."

"When are you coming back?"

"In the next day or two. By the way, is your son still with your sister? How come you're so helpless with your son? You used to be a teacher, after all. School starts soon, you need to go and bring him back to settle him down."

"Okay, Grandpa."

Annoyed by his nagging, she shut him up.

She felt completely relaxed, no longer feeling like a two-faced woman.

Hehe, wasn't she a bit like an ostrich? Pure self-consolation.

She hung up the phone and started undressing. Strangely enough, just as she was completely naked, her phone rang. It was her boss.

She almost shivered, as if she were completely exposed to him.

"Where did you go? Why did you leave without saying goodbye?"

he asked, sounding annoyed.

"Oh, something came up. I didn't want to bother you since you were so focused."

She twisted her legs and grabbed a pillow from the sofa to cover her exposed chest.

"Oh, I didn't know you were lost or kidnapped. I was startled. Okay, that's it. I can finish before dinner."

"Oh, it's not a rush. It's been sitting here for years. A day or two won't hurt."

"Is that so? You seemed so eager. Looks like I've wasted my time."

His tone was disappointed.

After a few more casual words, she quickly said goodbye and tossed her phone onto the sofa.

She quickly took a shower, feeling refreshed as she walked naked up and down the stairs, her chest swaying. She disliked it a little; the sagging of her breasts was becoming increasingly noticeable. Although Yi Wen had said they felt indescribably soft, she felt that was clearly just another way of saying they were loose.

Passing by the small mirror in front of the bar, she couldn't help but glance at her body in the mirror like a narcissist. From the side, the lines and curves were quite nice, and the nipples, subtly upturned on her slightly drooping chest, were definitely a selling point.

Even in this languid state, she actually did quite a bit of housework. Remembering that Yi Wen had said he would be back in a couple of days, she went into the guest room. The windows and doors had been closed, making it feel a bit stuffy. She opened both the bedroom door and the bathroom door. The chenille blanket on the bed was haphazardly spread out without being folded.

She walked over and touched it; it was smooth and silky, with a very sensual feel. Sitting on the bed, touching the blanket, she remembered that she had taken it from her and Yi Wen's room upstairs that day when she came back at dawn. It had been used for over two years, always by He Lan herself when the air conditioning was on in the summer. The fact that a healthy, passionate woman's personal item was being intimately touched by a man other than her husband was inherently ambiguous.

She lay down, the bed sinking softly. There was no summer mat on the bed; the incredibly soft mattress immediately enveloped her, with the smooth, fleshy blanket under one side of her body.

The friction of her nipples against the chenille tassels made her tremble. Coupled with her wicked, wandering thoughts, she couldn't help but recall the scene of running upstairs to get the blanket that day. In this mood and state, the person she was thinking of couldn't be insignificant.

She sighed softly, her legs involuntarily tightening…

It was truly inappropriate; her phone rang outside.

She ran outside without answering, then immediately ran back into the room. Her skin had adjusted to the small room's temperature, and suddenly going outside felt a bit chilly from the air conditioning.

It was bright outside.

"What's up?"

she asked.

"Nothing,"

he said, yawning as he spoke.

"Lazybones, you don't have to get up. You can combine two days' worth of sleep."

"Heh, work requires it, huh?"

"An excuse,"

she retorted sarcastically.

"I overheard you talking on the phone, and you hung up without even letting me get a turn. That's a bit much, isn't it? I'm feeling a bit resentful, so I'm here to get some warmth too."

He sounded rather pitiful.

"Hehe, when did you become so mushy?"

Her heart warmed, but her words remained disdainful and sarcastic.

"Where's Yi Wen?"

she asked.

"He went downstairs to the restaurant to get something to eat,"

he replied.

"Oh, I was wondering why you were talking so recklessly, like you'd eaten a leopard's gall?"

"Heh, what kind of talk is that? It's just a phone call. I've done things that would require eating bear gall for years."

He teased shamelessly.

"Get lost, you scoundrel."

"Is it the same? Even if you ate bear gall, it wouldn't be as effective as eating leopard gall."

She paused, her voice tinged with sadness.

"Why do you say that?"

he asked.

"Think about it, how many phone calls have you made in all these years?"

she retorted sullenly.

"Heh..."

"Heh!"

she mocked, mimicking his tone.

"That's because... things that require leopard gall are a little easier to handle than things that require bear gall, heh, you know that."

"I don't know, if you do, explain!"

He Lan felt like a petulant little woman, knowing full well what he meant, but still wanting to seize on his words to force him to speak his mind.

"Heh, you know perfectly well why you're asking, refusing to explain."

He chuckled on the other end.

"I knew it would be like this,"

she said sullenly.

On the bed, she was half-sunken into the Simmons mattress, her skin appearing very white under the milky-white blanket. Her posture was languid, her free hand unconsciously rubbing her lower abdomen, sometimes even twirling the dense hair there with her index finger, but her expression was never lewd, as if her fingertips were twirling a young woman's long hair rather than something extremely private.

She knew he was avoiding suspicion, simply wanting to show Yi Wen the degree of emotional closeness between them. He Lan understood this perfectly well, but she still couldn't stand his deliberate feigned distance, feeling very uncomfortable, especially since they were alone, and he was still pretending.

He could even avoid other women, including that female doctor, but he just couldn't be naturally intimate with her.

"Still lying in bed?"

She didn't want her thoughts to linger in this unpleasant space any longer, her mind racing.

"Okay, get ready. He told me to come downstairs to eat in 20 minutes."

"Oh, then hurry up and get up. Getting drunk and then going hungry is bad for your health."

"Hmm, what about you?"

"Me? Who cares? I'm not drunk and sleeping like a log."

Then she said, "I'm in bed too, hehe."

"Oh, we're birds of a feather."

He chuckled.

"Tch, who's like you?"

she whispered.

"Just took a shower, and—now I'm in...your bed."

She teased him shamelessly. She knew that this kind of scenario was definitely a thrill for him. She felt that her shamelessness had reached its peak...

Sure enough, he became interested.

"You...why did you get in my bed?"

"What, your bed? You think it's your bed just because you slept there for two days?"

she laughed at his shamelessness.

"Hehe, you were the one who said you were sleeping in my bed, weren't you?"

he laughed.

She choked, speechless.

"Sigh..."

he called her softly.

"Hmm..."

Her voice trembled slightly, and the atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.

"Just finished showering?"

"Yes."

"Aren't you wearing anything?"

he asked.

"...Hmm..."

"You're making me drool..."

He tried to lower his voice.

But she still heard him swallow hard...

This sound aroused a warm current that surged between her legs and spread throughout her body...

She blushed and prepared to end the call.

"Get up and get ready to go downstairs for dinner. You two are doing the same thing again, combining breakfast, lunch, and dinner into one meal..."

His voice became anxious due to his unease, but his tone softened.

"Combining meals is nothing..."

He chuckled.

"What is it now?"

She knew he was a bit like Yi Wen in this respect; he always had mischievous ideas when he joked.

"Last night we were saying that this time it would be once every two weeks..."

"You rascal."

He Lan immediately guessed what he meant, following his mischievous train of thought. She scolded him softly and coquettishly.

She felt a sweet warmth in her heart. It was amusing that these two middle-aged men could still tease her like that. Thinking about it, if she and Xiaoya had been stuck outside for ten or fifteen days, they might have said something similar, or it might have taken much longer.

"Why are you saving so hard? It's not like you're saving money,"

she teased with a giggle.

"Hehe, it's for the family. You know we brothers aren't good at messing around,"

Liang said with a smile, trying to appease her.

"Then why aren't you coming back?"

she complained softly.

"I miss you so much..."

he said.

"Who would believe that?"

Helan felt her face getting hotter and hotter.

"You know I'm an honest man,"

he boasted.

"Yeah, an honest man. You know people don't believe you, but you keep saying it."

"Hehe, do you want me to prove it?"

"How?"

"Hehe, well... wait a minute."

He made that mischievous sound again. Her heart warmed, and her face burned as well, wondering what kind of trick he was up to. Suddenly, the phone signal dropped.

Slightly disappointed, she put away her phone, thinking she was going downstairs for dinner.

She was quite happy, but the sudden disconnection left her feeling a little disappointed.

Lying quietly, her legs felt damp and slightly cool, and fearing the liquid might slip down, she unconsciously squeezed her legs together…

Her phone rang, her heart skipped a beat, but it was just a text message, a bright text message. She opened it…

and to her surprise, it was a multimedia message… God— “So… indecent!”

she couldn’t help but exclaim—what slowly appeared on the phone screen was—his bulging, erect penis.

The image was a little distorted—but not so much that she couldn’t recognize its owner. How could he be like this? He’s becoming more and more indecent! He Lan bit her lip tightly, cursing him inwardly.

The phone rang again, this time a call.

She hung up. Didn't answer.

Immediately, it rang again.

Hanged up again.

Repeatedly, finally answered.

"You scoundrel, you've even learned this trick?"

she scolded, feigning annoyance.

"Hehehe."

"It feels so good to be scolded..."

"Go on, you scoundrel. Starve yourself to death..."

"Yeah, I'm going right now... I want to come back now..."

he said.

"Hmm... then come back."

Her voice was hoarse, her lips parched...

"Did you notice?"

he said.

"What?"

"It gets stronger and stronger the hungrier it gets..."

he chuckled.

She smiled, this guy was truly a scoundrel to the core, he wasn't like this before.

"I don't know, I didn't notice."

"I can feel it in my palm..."

His humming voice reached her ears, she knew what he was doing, and in her heart she cried out unwillingly, "No!"

Knowing such a connection was impossible, she felt a pang of pity for the man's actions. She knew it was happening, but how could she stop it…

Images of him seemed to flash through her mind… her thoughts were stirred.

"No…"

she cried into the phone…

"You… you're wet…"

he growled softly…

"Mmm… I've been… it's already on the blanket you're using…"

she murmured, lost in ecstasy, unsure whether she was seducing him or herself…

"Touch me… there…"

his voice seemed to have reached its limit.

"Mmm…"

"I'll be back… the very first thing…"

he gasped.

She could sense his exhaustion and felt a pang of heartache… she desperately wanted to help him…

"The very first thing… right there in the living room… I'll fuck you…"

his voice roared like a wild beast.

"Mmm… I like it…"

she comforted him seductively…

"Next to Yiwen—my husband?"

"No… I'm going to drag you in… into my room… right where you're lying now…"

"Mmm… I like it…"

"Oh…"

he suddenly cried out.

"Damn it..."

Helan felt the microphone slam shut beside her ear, then all sound stopped.

A moment later...

"Damn it."

He cursed.

"Damn it."

He cursed again.

"What's wrong?"

"Hehe, guess!" "

I can't guess."

Helan guessed he was done, and she felt a sense of relief, as if she had just reached the peak. She spoke to him softly and gently.

"My eyes are covered in glue..."

His voice suddenly became hesitant.

"What?"

"How stupid. My eyes are covered in glue."

Helan was dizzy.

Suddenly, it dawned on her.

"You—that? Hahaha."

She imagined his cannonballs hitting her eyes, laughing so hard she curled up in a ball on the bed...

She laughed for so long that he became embarrassed and sullen.

"Is it that funny? —Tch, haha, just kidding. Do you think our aim is that bad? Shooting ourselves? I'm going to fill my stomach!"

Hehe was purely embarrassed and angry.

After hanging up the phone, Helan was still chuckling to herself, imagining the scene, laughing again and again…

Finally, she stopped, and when she looked at herself, she exclaimed from the bottom of her heart, “Bad boy… brat… bad boy!” He was satisfied, while she was left hanging in mid-air—soaked and confused, what was she going to do?

That night before bed, she received another call from her husband. She was a little groggy and too lazy to speak, only asking if things were settled and when he would be back.

Hearing Yiwen shout on the phone, “Hey, when are you coming back?”

she knew he was playing his old trick—the phone was on speakerphone. Just as she was about to scold him, she heard a distant song:

“If you want to wait—the Red Army comes, the ridges are covered in azaleas.”

The strange voice suddenly woke her up, both annoyed and amused, and she pressed the receiver.

“If you two are so capable, then don’t come back!”

The next day, she received a call from her boss, saying the work was finished, but she hadn’t gone. The

next day, as usual, she received a call. Unable to find a reason to refuse, she agreed to go pick it up in the afternoon.

After much thought, something still felt off. Finally, she remembered her bodyguard, Xiao Ya. She figured her boss wouldn't dare cause trouble under Xiao Ya's icy gaze.

Inviting the beautiful Xiao Ya was a bit of a hassle; she had a porcelain veneer appointment during her afternoon shift and was off work in the morning. This meant He Lan would be taking up her lunch break again, which annoyed her. She scolded her, but that was all; she couldn't refuse to come. He Lan was her natural nemesis; once she was hooked, she was helpless.

He Lan herself couldn't understand why she was so relaxed around Xiao Ya. In the past, whether at school or work, with colleagues or friends, she always maintained an elegant and dignified demeanor, comparable to Xiao Ya's image at the hospital. While not exactly aloof, she was far from being spoiled or willful.

On the way, He Lan told her about her dangerous experience that day. Xiao Ya frowned, gritted her teeth, and gave her a cold look, making He Lan feel that if she hadn't been driving, she would have definitely been hit on the back of the head.

She glanced at her half-frowned face in the rearview mirror, finding it somewhat amusing, but dared not pay her any more attention, shutting her mouth and driving obediently.

Upon arriving at the shop, she was ushered into the back room by the young maids. Just as she sat down, the young owner came downstairs, smiling at Xiaoya.

"Oh, this lady is here too. She doesn't seem to be too fond of jade."

Xiaoya looked at him quietly, not reacting for a few seconds.

"Oh, she came specifically to see the brave warrior."

"Hehe."

The man choked for a moment, then chuckled awkwardly, placing the box on the table and opening the lid…

Even though she had already seen the rough jade pieces and was fascinated by their finished shapes, seeing the little thing lying quietly on the snow-white velvet surface still amazed her.

She didn't know what to say for a moment, like a child who had been talking about a toy for a long time suddenly seeing it before her. The precious object gave her this feeling. She didn't touch it, glancing at Xiaoya with a blissful expression, which made Xiaoya somewhat disdainful.

"Hey, hey, watch out for drooling."

Xiao Ya's laughter made her a little embarrassed. She glared at her, then picked up the box and examined it without a second thought.

Actually, this piece of jade wasn't very practical, as its size and shape weren't suitable as a necklace pendant or a jade ornament. At most, it could serve as an embellishment for a suitable baby or somewhere in the home. But He Lan was truly captivated by its color and lustrous sheen, and the carving and engraving techniques also surprised her.

Whenever she saw something she liked and her eyes lit up, Xiao Ya would always be there to pour cold water on her enthusiasm. This time, she couldn't bear it, stood up, and nodded to the shopkeeper.

"Let's see what treasures you have."

Xiao Ya went out, and he smiled.

"Any opinions?"

"No, it's great, better than I imagined, much better than what I saw the other day."

"Heh, if it weren't for that escape halfway through, it might have been even better."

There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"Hehe, I really had something to do that day."

"Do you usually just disappear without a word when you have something to do?"

"Heh..."

She pretended to be trying to figure out what her precious friend had heard.

"Hey...hey girl, that's enough, don't make me late for work."

He Lan snapped out of her daze. She didn't want to stay in this tense atmosphere any longer. She picked up her bag, took out some money for him, and asked,

"How much do you need?"

A hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes. He smiled and took an envelope from the drawer next to him.

"You haven't accepted the money I refunded you last time. This is the extra money after deducting the processing fee."

"This...isn't that a bit much? Actually, no one does business like this. Last time was last time."

She blushed and argued, her eyes pleadingly looking at Xiao Ya. She figured this kind of excuse would become fodder for Xiao Ya's sarcastic remarks.

He firmly shoved the money into her hand and stood up.

Not knowing what to say, she thanked her and followed Xiaoya out, feeling dizzy. Before getting into the car, she looked back at the shop entrance. The shop owner was standing at the door waving at them, then put his hand to his ear, making a phone gesture. Helan looked at Xiaoya nervously; she was staring at her.

"Are you sure you can handle it? If not, I'll drive."

"What?"

she asked.

"Aren't you dizzy? If you are, I'll drive."

"Ugh!"

she complained, plopping into the car.

"You're just like that weird old maid from some movie!"

"What?"

Xiaoya glared at her but finally couldn't help but laugh.

"I don't remember!"

she said angrily, turning the key and starting the car.

"You brat, you don't know what's good for you. I'm protecting you!"

"Nonsense,"

she said.

"That guy is a complete wolf, can't you see that?"

she lectured.

"So what if he's a wolf?"

she pouted, then suddenly giggled.

"I told my husband I was planning to climb over the wall to find the wolf."

"You—tch—cough, I've seen shameless people, but never anyone this shameless!"

She wanted to lean over and tear her mouth apart, but Helan pounded on the steering wheel and yelled.

"Hey...hey, I'm driving."

She had no choice but to give up.

Helan laughed heartily, the car suddenly turned and merged into the traffic...

After arriving at the hospital, Xiaoya wasn't in a hurry to get out of the car, lingering there, hesitant to speak.

"Hurry up, hurry up."

Helan leaned over and pushed her. She was already a little panicked; this old fogey was going to lecture her again.

She chuckled.

"Fine, if you don't want to hear it, then forget it. I'm too lazy to talk about it anyway. You have someone at home who spoils you rotten."

"Don't talk nonsense. Nothing's wrong, but it sounds different coming from your mouth."

"I don't care if you're right or wrong. How could I have seen you like this, you little brat, always wanting more than you have—your mind is still wandering."

"What are you saying? You call yourself an old-fashioned person? Where do you get your imagination? It could go to the moon!"

Helan couldn't take it anymore and finally pushed her off the car.

It's strange, how can someone as old-fashioned as her have such sharp eyes? She can see through even the slightest fluctuation in someone's heart? But she has one advantage: she understands everything but doesn't show it on her face. Only with Helan does she change her cold demeanor and relentlessly belittle her.

Even when Helan told her about the little tricks her husband, Old Meng, had played on her, she just smiled coldly.

"Flies don't land on eggs without cracks!"

She choked Helan, making her feel like nobody wanted her.

This woman's words were absolutely venomous.

However, Helan felt she was quite upright, and even if there were shady things, she would drag this antique along with them.

Watching Xiaoya sway her slightly plump waist into the outpatient building, she chuckled.

She had originally hoped that those two would come back so she could take her son to school, but her wish was dashed. Her son was a boarding student, and the start and end of the school year were like moving house. Fortunately, her younger sister came to help take Qiangqiang. He

had spent half of this summer vacation at his aunt's, which seemed to be going well. The boy was getting on in years and was very close to his sister. Helan realized that it had been a long time since her son had acted like a child. Was it because her profession was causing her son to grow up? Did children not want to be close to someone who had been a teacher?

After returning from school, she wanted to invite her brother-in-law and parents to have a meal together, but she couldn't get in; they had already made arrangements, so she had to give up.

"Your husband's practically a glutton! Don't you keep an eye on him? He's constantly indulging in extravagance. As his wife, you should really give him a talking-to."

He Lan was a little surprised; why did she sound just like Xiao Ya in front of her sister?

"He's just a lowly official, how could he be so corrupt?"

her sister immediately covered for her husband.

"Heh, he's a deputy director now, not so lowly. You're still not satisfied? Any higher and you'll have to make an appointment to see him."

She drove her to her apartment building and parked.

"Hmm, then all you small-time vendors will have to come and offer your tributes."

She got out of the car with a smug grin.

"Bye, drive slowly. How about we eat before we go back? I'll just eat at home; I'm not going out."

"Heh, forget it, Director's wife."

He Lan retorted, backing up, waving at her, and driving out of the complex.

Back home, she called Yi Wen to vent her frustrations.

The phone rang twice, then was hung up. I called again, but it just rang silently… Suddenly, I realized the phone was ringing nearby. When I tried to listen carefully, the sound stopped again. I was quite annoyed. What was going on?

Suddenly, I heard a wolf-like howl of singing:

"If you're hoping—the Red Army comes, the hills will be covered in azaleas…"

"Ah."

"I hate it so much..." She listened blankly to the rustling of keys being unlocked outside, and watched them barge in like they were fleeing a disaster...

Helan was annoyed, but with Liang present, she couldn't show it. So she stared blankly as the two boisterous men, like bandits, tossed their bags aside and sat down on the sofa, with Yi Wen even brazenly sitting next to her.

She playfully slammed the sofa back against her.

"You're back! You're back!"

Yi Wen chuckled, neither dodging nor flinching, teasing Liang.

"A little surprise, and you've made me this happy, haven't you?"

Hearing him make fun of her like that, Helan was both annoyed and furious.

"Yeah, I was so happy! It's pure shirking work! I did it on purpose, not a single phone call in two days."

"What shirking work? You're wronging me! We're the ones who suffer the most when we're away from home, it's all mental work, constantly outsmarting the Japanese."

"Son, didn't you promise to bring Qiangqiang's bottles and jars back?"

"Oh, son went to school? Isn't it September 1st? He's only 31 today. Actually, I had this idea in mind, just in time for September 1st."

"Pretend, stop pretending!"

She playfully darted to one end of the sofa.

"Hehe, I really didn't remember."

Liang sat opposite her, defending himself.

"When did he go?"

Yi Wen asked.

"Just now, you were pretending not to know. I walked in the door and you were here right after."

"Oh, haha, you didn't even remind me. Otherwise, we could have caught an earlier flight."

"Tch, do I have to rush you? If I rush you, you'll just make sarcastic remarks."

"Cough, are you really being a little woman? It's just because of the division of labor in revolutionary work. Men are in charge of external affairs, and women are in charge of internal affairs. Our ancestors clearly divided the roles thousands of years ago." "Ugh

, move aside."

Yi Wen's lecherous and ingratiating manner made He Lan feel embarrassed, and she pushed him away forcefully.

"You're all sweaty."

She moved to another sofa.

"So, we work much harder than you when we're away. This beat-up taxi from the airport even has broken air conditioning. We were practically steamed alive."

Yi Wen said.

"Tch, who would believe that? We're living a life of debauchery over there and don't want to come back."

"Haha, that's true, isn't it?"

Yi Wen continued to tease his wife by making faces at Liang.

These flirtatious moments were the most awkward for Liang to handle. He could only chuckle foolishly.

"But don't worry, honey, if there's still no sign of anything next month, it'll all be for nothing. The kid said he'd cover all the expenses this time, haha. But I'll also reimburse the company, and you can keep it as a bonus."

"Get lost, you're all dirty, go wash up."

Yi Wen was already taking off his clothes, chuckling as he looked towards Liang.

"You, were you vacuum-packed? Aren't you dirty? Haha, did you hear me? Go wash up?"

His words were loaded with meaning, and He Lan blushed and kicked him...

He chuckled and dodged to the side, picked up the t-shirt he'd thrown on the sofa, and went upstairs. He Lan immediately stood up, muttering,

"Don't rummage through my clothes, I'll find you something."

He was about to go upstairs when he reached out to grab her as he passed Liang. She blushed and shook him off. Yi Wen, who was at the turn of the stairs, saw this and stopped.

"Ugh, don't do anything reckless."

He Lan followed him.

She spat at him, "You're crazy..."

Upstairs, Yi Wen shamelessly tried to touch her, but He Lan resisted, pushing him towards the bathroom. Yi Wen pouted, made a face, and pulled off the last piece of clothing he was wearing before going into the bathroom...

It had been raining a lot these past few days, and He Lan had taken advantage of the rare sunshine the day before yesterday to air their underwear on the balcony. When she brought them back, they were still haphazardly tossed on the rattan chair by the door. She moved a chair over, sat down, and sorted them out...

Women are so weak. These past few days, being alone at home, she always felt empty inside. Before, when her husband was thousands of miles away all year, she wasn't used to it, but now that she was used to being home, even just a few days felt strange. Being alone at home made her feel very restless.

The feeling was so clear; now that he was back, her heart immediately felt calm and peaceful. For a few seconds, the image of the jade shop owner would flash through her mind. She secretly rejoiced; if she had really acted impulsively and done something wrong, how embarrassing it would have been. Even if Yi Wen hadn't blamed her, she would still feel uneasy.

A profound peace settled over her, a complete absence of distractions. She even wondered what was in the fridge and what to cook for dinner.

It seemed the mind could deceive itself. During the nearly two weeks of solitude, the images of a passionate revelry awaiting her man's return had repeatedly made her nervous. But she realized that what she truly craved was a peaceful, quiet time together; everything else was secondary.

She pushed open the door. Yi Wen was covered in soap, looking like a snowman.

"My clothes are here,"

she said.

"Why are you still wearing clothes?"

Yi Wen chuckled, rinsing off the soap.

"Crazy,"

she scolded playfully.

"What's wrong with that? It's normal. You've been starving for over two weeks. Do you want to shower?"

He shamelessly stepped out from under the shower, gesturing for her to take his place.

"I don't believe there haven't been any romantic encounters outside,"

she continued.

"Hehe, you wouldn't believe me even if I said I had it, especially since you'll see when the time comes."

He chuckled, teasing his wife.

"Why wouldn't I believe you? You scoundrel, the era of 'geals' is long gone, at most a trickle."

She blushed and retorted, shamelessly arguing back.

"Your belly's bulging again, old man, you're like a starving ghost when you go out, eating like crazy."

"Hehe, this isn't like my wife. Before, she'd always tell me not to be careless with my food, but now she's always eating and drinking. Hey, should I wash it?" "

Get lost, why wash it? It's broad daylight, you shameless brat. I even brought him his clothes downstairs. I just dried them for you guys, it's been raining the past few days, everything's damp."

"Sigh, just bear with it, bro."

Yi Wen said comically, holding his semi-erect member.

"Shameless."

He Lan pursed her lips and scolded him.

"Hehe, then take a nap. Hey, you're not going to get away with this, are you? Are you prepared?"

"Outrageous..."

Helan blushed, knowing what he was talking about.

"It's not outrageous, it's understandable. I know what kind of person that brat is, don't I? Hehe, I'm really tired. Fine, you brought this on yourself."

"How do you know I brought it on myself?"

Helan, shameless to the end, did indeed intend to take the change of clothes downstairs, as it was perfectly legitimate.

"Hehe, get lost, you little rascal, your schemes are way more complicated than your husband's."

She stood at the door, pursing her lips and smiling, trying to find a way to scold him, but he slapped her on the butt.

"Go on, you brat... or I'll have to come up here naked to find my clothes."

She quietly closed the door and came out, descending the stairs silently. Through the few pieces of clothing she was carrying, she could hear the thumping of her chest.

Her face flushed with embarrassment, but she was still so resolute, grateful for Yi Wen's generosity. Even with such a high-sounding reason, was it really just to bring down these few changes of clothes?

The guest room door downstairs was half-open. As she approached, she almost laughed out loud. Liang was squatting in front of the cabinet, rummaging through drawers. He must be looking for the things she was holding. She coughed lightly.

Liang turned around, slightly surprised, but seeing what she was holding, his expression relaxed. He boldly stood up, naturally exposing his cumbersome possessions to Helan. She turned her face away, refusing to look at his body. She

smiled faintly and said,

"I took these upstairs to air them out; it's been raining a lot these past few days."

He didn't say a word, straddling her and snatching the things from her hands onto the bed. He pulled her tightly into his arms…

his tongue, almost dry, plunged into her mouth… practically sweeping through. The only sounds in the quiet room, besides his panting, were the slight clinking of teeth and sucking.

His hands were rough, kneading her clothes and breasts into a ball, and as always, Helan trembled and went limp under this assault. Although her lips were almost completely covered by his thick lips, she still managed to utter a few barely audible sounds.

"No..."

Her intention wasn't to stop the current frenzy; she was just shy. Subconsciously, she felt she should first go to the bathroom to prepare herself. After all, she had worked up a little sweat outside at noon, and she didn't want to leave the scent of sweat on his senses. So she began to resist...

Little did she know, the fragrance of her body unexpectedly aroused the man's desire. He couldn't bear to let go for even a moment, afraid that if he did, the scent would dissipate...

He removed her lace top and bra from her head like peeling fruit, as if by magic. Helan, who had been wearing a light lake-blue top, was now completely naked, revealing her dazzling white skin...

He was about to repeat his old trick and violate her lower body. She was startled. In her mind, that was the place where femininity was most intense. How could she just give it to him like that? She let out a soft sob and slipped away from him. This time he miscalculated. Her smooth skin became like a mermaid, or even more like a slippery eel, escaping from his grasp.

But she didn't run any further. Instead, she began to attack, and after slipping away, she went straight for his throbbing erection. She almost knelt down reverently.

Then she knelt on the carpet, her burning cheeks pressed against his body, squeezing and rubbing against his hairy area like a cat. Liang was surprised by her behavior, but before he could react, her sweet tongue had already extended like a snake... The

wet licking should have been slightly cool, but it was unusually hot at this moment...

She let her tongue find what it needed... With a gentle suck... one testicle slid into her mouth, and then her playful tongue began to tease and swirl in her wet mouth, like an athlete, keeping it under her complete control, and soon sucked in another one...

Poor Liang

let out an "Oh..." and almost lost his balance and fell backward.

She spat him out, giggling. At that moment, she felt the thrill of the challenge. She took a breath, grabbed his legs with both hands, and forced herself on him...

The helpless man pitifully offered her his erect member. The woman was like a playful cat that had found a cute toy. Her hair floated in the air with her movements, becoming a swirling black ball...

Whether it was saliva or the man's secretions, it dripped down the member, making the cute thing shiny and slippery, exceptionally interesting. Liang had never experienced such an invasion from her before. Was it because he had been exposed to too many lavish banquets these past few days, or because he himself had accumulated too much essence?

In short, he was completely defenseless from the start, his body limp and comfortable. Even the slightest movement from her sent shivers down his spine. Today, he felt utterly humiliated because he quickly ejaculated in spasms… He

had let the woman succeed so quickly, leaving him like a pitiful shrimp abandoned on a reef. He childishly closed his eyes, chuckled, and curled up shyly in a ball…

She stood up with an air of arrogance, like a proud goddess… She happily defended her territory, although her exposed skin had been squeezed and rubbed from its dazzling white to patches of pink, but her beige straight skirt had stayed with her until the very end…

Her mouth was tightly shut, her lips pressed together so tightly they were almost distorted, her eyes fixed on him with a proud expression. However, she still couldn't achieve perfection. She had intended to swallow what was in her mouth under his gaze, but the man, ashamed of his temporary failure, was too embarrassed to open his eyes, thus regrettably missing the heart-stirring scene he had witnessed.

Like an actor who has lost her audience, her desire to perform diminished, and she suddenly felt an itch in her throat. She was not used to dealing with her opponent's ejaculation like this, and she choked up a little. Even the simple act of swallowing was no longer under her control...

She rushed into the bathroom... turned on the tap, and let the white substance she had vomited flow away with the water. The sudden discomfort had almost made her eyes water. She shamelessly smiled at herself in the mirror and peeked out at the man outside.

Lying in the same position, she quickly pulled off her skirt. Her body was now even more unsightly than before. Shyly, she crumpled her underwear into a ball, clearly feeling the dampness of the thin fabric. Her legs felt cool too—she had to resolve her embarrassment before he became aroused. She turned on the shower and plunged naked into the spray…

When she finally emerged from the bathroom, fragrant all over, Liang on the bed was looking at her with his eyes open. She seemed to have recovered from the slight shyness of their brief separation and was beginning to return to normal. She walked to the bedside, smiled, and squeezed onto it, pressing herself close to him, revealing her soft, boneless beauty.

Her hand slid towards his groin, which was still limp. His shy expression returned. He leaned close to her and whispered something in her ear, making her giggle.

He said…

"Oh no, I'm impotent and premature ejaculation now."

She nestled against his chest, gently hitting him with her hand, her body trembling with laughter. Her breasts pressed together into two soft mounds, a position that left the man somewhat bewildered. His hands had nowhere to go. He shifted slightly, moving her away a little.

Helan smiled, glancing at him with hazy eyes, then obediently turned away.

He reached one hand under her neck, both hands simultaneously cupping her breasts, which had swelled with desire…

The comfortable kneading made Helan feel her nipples slowly melting into two ripe cherries, as if they might fall off at any moment. Her breathing became rapid involuntarily. He began to let his left hand complete the task, while his right hand slid down her entire body…

Helan's efforts had long since been in vain. Her body was already filled with the fragrance of flowers and the songs of birds. Her desire to appear clean and dry had long since collapsed, because her body was instantly flooded with desire once again…

His exploration of her paradise paralyzed her mind, rendering her unable to think clearly. Her thoughts were passively led by his hand to her center. His fingers teased her full, smooth, and juicy lips, easily parting them with just his index and middle fingers... With

almost no effort, his fingers were sucked into her cavern, first one, then two, so slippery that he ended up with three fingers lingering on her lips, naturally causing her to exhale sweetly.

She almost peacefully lingered on the peak, and just before reaching the climax, he mischievously left, returning to her chest. Her dissatisfied murmurs made him as happy as a child—he smeared the juices from his fingertips all over her chest and nipples. She looked down at the man's wickedness, powerless to resist.

But then, he suddenly did something she didn't expect—he finally placed his fingers to his own lips, watching her slowly take them into his mouth.

Helan felt dizzy and reached out to pat him. Her hand could only touch his buttocks when she gently patted him. Suddenly, she felt something... She grasped it and turned her neck.

"Is this you... impotent and premature ejaculation?"

He smiled and ignored her, stroking her cheek with his wet hand. She turned her face and took his wet fingers into her mouth, her tongue wandering on his fingertips. Some juice flowed down her buttocks, but she didn't care. He went to do it, his body simply thrusting... sliding in all the way...

The entry was sudden, but she naturally accepted it, turning her cheek to press her hot cheek against his. Their bodies were closely intertwined, but very quietly, without any movement. Her soft body was languid, her heart warm and full of sweetness...

Helan increasingly felt that her desire for men these days was mostly psychological. Like now, her body felt his swelling inside her, but her heart didn't tremble with excitement as she had imagined. There was more peace, much more peace...

If she had to choose between the pain of separation after a hasty intercourse, she would rather have a peaceful companionship, even if it was just watching TV or strolling in the woods like old men and women in a park with a radio.

He straightened up, his pace noticeably quickening. When she tensed up, he paused, then resumed his slow, deliberate movements. She couldn't help but smile, realizing he wasn't as strong as before. His movements were somewhat similar to Yi Wen's. Yi Wen would sense her lack of focus during sex and would stimulate her a bit faster, then lie back to recharge.

She felt a slight itch inside, hoping he would be a little faster like before, but she was too embarrassed to say it. She wouldn't be so frenzied until she was completely absorbed. She tilted her head and touched his cheek with her lips.

"Want to sleep a bit."

Such words were most likely to provoke a man's pride. Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, Liang lifted one of her legs from her knees and began thrusting hard. She smiled smugly, her eyes narrowed. A woman's needs had been met with such a small trick.

He was very forceful this time, almost withdrawing completely before fully penetrating her… and the impressive frequency of his thrusts made her tense up again.

She turned around and pulled him towards her. She felt he would last a long time this time, after all, his ammunition depot had already dispersed some of its firepower...

He forced her into a traditional yet somewhat exaggerated position, and judging from her expression, she could tell she was getting into it. This position didn't make her feel much shame, only a little embarrassed about the softness of her breasts.

Unconsciously, she supported her breasts under her armpits, making them appear fuller and higher, so when he childishly thrust his hard rod around her, she didn't free her hands to help him.

After all, the lubrication was already excessive, and it went in with the slightest aim. This position made her feel extremely comfortable, but also a little apprehensive. Several times, when using this position, her body felt somewhat unable to withstand the impact, or perhaps it was related to her slightly backward or forward anatomy. When he exerted himself, there would always be a moment or two of pain... But

this time, there was none. From the beginning, it felt good, and the juices increased. With each thrust, the squelching sounds from their point of contact were quite lewd.

Helan disliked moaning during sex, but as she rolled higher and higher, she couldn't help but squeeze out a tone that was almost a mixture of pain and excitement from her throat. Perhaps what happened later was triggered by this suppressed yet unbearable sound...

because—just as she was about to reach her climax, she let out an even more terrifying sound, almost like a plea...

But at this moment, Liang seemed to be losing his rhythm. She began to murmur seductively, her legs moving as hard as she could, hoping to get her body moving in sync with him...

But even so, he didn't seem to be making any progress. In a state of near pain, she opened her eyes in confusion. Liang was indeed working very hard, but... she saw another face next to Liang's shoulder.

It was her husband, Yi Wen.

With a scream, Helan struggled free, hid in a corner, and then wrapped herself in the thin chenille blanket. Liang was caught off guard, turned around, saw Yi Wen, grinned, and was slapped on the forehead.

"It's one thing to take over someone else's place, but making such a commotion, aren't you afraid the neighbors will think you've killed someone?"

He Lan, afraid of being violated, tightly clutched the blanket she was wrapped in, her face flushed with embarrassment as she glanced at him shyly, avoiding his gaze.

He was still holding a cup of tea in his right hand, and Liang almost laughed out loud, but dared not, afraid of being misunderstood by He Lan.

"What are you looking at? Tieguanyin! Want some? Thirsty? I've been looking for it in the living room for ages, go get it yourself if you want some."

Liang laughed and pulled over a corner of the blanket, trying to wrap himself up with it, but He Lan pushed him away shyly. Unable to budge, He Lan simply jumped off the bed, picked up a bath towel from the floor, and fled the room...

"Hey kid, it's not your own stuff, why are you using it so hard?"

He stared at his limp member, which had become a little rascal after being suddenly attacked.

"No...no, it's still in its early stages and you've already disturbed it."

The man stared at the other man strangely, giving him goosebumps, and awkwardly chuckled as he wrapped himself up.

"Nonsense? You think your wailing can fool anyone? It's just the call to arms for the grain delivery. Judging from your grunting, your warehouse is at least half empty."

"Heh, go check it yourself if you don't believe me."

He laughed and joked.

"If I didn't have that kind of sense, would I dare to let a wolf into the house?"

He scoffed disdainfully.

"It feels a bit... terribly sour."

He jumped off the bed before daring to say it.

"You brat."

Yi Wen tried to pull back his fig leaf, pretending to splash him with a cup of tea. Startled, he dodged and darted into the bathroom.

Having ruined this good show, Yi Wen was both excited and bored, just feeling it was a pity the game ended. 03-03

27

He came out and went to the living room. He Lan was curled up on the sofa. Seeing him come out, she was a little embarrassed, biting her lip and chuckling.

"You just slept like that? For a minute?"

she asked with a smile.

"Slept my ass."

He said.

"Hehe, are you jealous? Have you forgotten what you said? I knew you weren't that indifferent."

She stared at him.

He felt a little embarrassed too. He waved for her to move aside, but she dragged him over and made him plop down on the sofa.

She rested her head on his lap, the towel covering her body barely covering her, revealing smooth, fair skin that stirred his desire. The scene he had witnessed earlier had already aroused him, and his lust surged instantly.

He pinched one of her arms, noticing the distinct red marks running down her body. "Is this brat a sadist?" he thought tenderly, stroking her reddened skin. He noticed her chest, rubbed raw and now a deep pink...

Her delicate breasts, perhaps due to Helan's excitement, seemed almost fragile, with tiny capillaries visible near the nipples.

He felt himself getting aroused, and Helan felt it too. Her head was resting on his lap, and the sudden change in the size of his object couldn't hide it from her.

She mischievously shook her head, rhythmically rubbing his sensitive areas. The towel she was wrapped in was ripped off by him, and her body stretched out completely…

She calmed down instead. He stood up, lifted her legs, and she gently kicked him, but against his strength, resistance was futile.

She begged for mercy.

“No… I’ll go take a… shower.”

He grinned maliciously.

“Big sister, please don’t bother, okay?”

She noticed his already impressive erection… a surge of heat rose within her, and she immediately gave up resisting, only muttering under her breath.

“Ugh, in broad daylight…”

Yi Wen was both amused and exasperated, wanting to scold him, but he was too angry to find the right words. Women, when they get shameless, far surpass men in their audacity. Didn’t they want to experience day and night while they were huffing and puffing inside?

He muttered something under his breath, speechless, and angrily poked her hard...

Actually, the situation wasn't as intense or dramatic as his friends imagined or expected. In fact, Yi Wen's "battle" was still in the warm-up phase; his glands hadn't even warmed up yet when things were ridiculously interrupted.

Yi Wen's phone, which he'd left on the entryway cabinet, rang. Poor He Lan was left hanging in mid-air for less than half an hour, looking utterly pathetic. At first, Yi Wen just paused, continuing his intermittent activity, but the phone kept ringing relentlessly, so he had to temporarily put his "beauty" aside and run to the entryway to get the phone, muttering resentfully all the way.

He Lan was a little annoyed, sensing that his call wouldn't be over in a few words. He got up from the sofa, and while wrapping himself in a towel, he ridiculously surveyed the sofa for a while, as if afraid of leaving any marks.

As he made this gesture, he suddenly appeared, having overheard Yi Wen's phone conversation and learned it was related to the business trip. Seeing He Lan's focused expression on the sofa, he snorted, a mischievous smile on his face. He Lan blushed and quickly wrapped herself in a towel.

Approaching the sofa, he reached out to her, but she dodged .

"Good deeds are rewarded, evil deeds are punished,"

he said . "

Who are you talking about?"

"Hmm..."

He gestured towards Yi Wen. He Lan understood he was referring to Yi Wen interrupting their conversation earlier , and also found it rather strange. Blushing, she smiled , muttering that he was annoying, and hurriedly ran upstairs, avoiding his hand. ********** ... "That old man Li just urged us to put the money back since we don't need it anymore. That guy's really reliable, that's good, no trouble this way. Damn it, he's the only one who loses money, he's the only one who benefits." Liang didn't say anything, but stood up and squatted down by the sofa to examine it, looking extremely serious. "What are you looking at?" "That lady was also checking it, I don't know what she was looking at." Liang said. Yi Wen was both annoyed and amused, unable to think of a word to curse him. "Hehe, what goes around comes around." Liang continued to grumble. "You slut, are you still gushing out all this nonsense because you haven't finished shooting your bullets?" Yi Wen lit a cigarette and glared at him through the smoke, cursing. "By the way, shouldn't you go back to your romance? She's been waiting for half a month, this time she's all fired up, might as well just get down to business." This made Liang lose interest, he gestured to ask for a cigarette, lit one himself, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said shamelessly. "No matter what, this ammunition isn't for her." "For whom?" Yi Wenming knew it was a trap, but he stepped right in. He glanced at the stairs and smiled maliciously. "You brat, I've already given you a chance, why are you so stubborn about not firing? Are you planning to run a marathon?" "I don't care, this ammunition is settled." He grinned shamelessly. "Shameless." Yi Wenming cursed. "Alright, let's eat first. Old Li's meddling has ruined all my mood. Oh, and I wanted to find homes for your descendants. You've made arrangements for tonight. Oh, and we need lobster." "Heh, wait a minute, male turtle, female shrimp, who can hold her if she eats lobster? Should we increase the stakes?" "What are you afraid of? If not, I'm here." Yi Wenming said mischievously. "Yeah, if you can't do it, I can too." The two instantly became accomplices in this wicked scheme. Strangely enough, imagining this scenario made Yi Wen's heart race. Afraid of being seen in his embarrassment, he turned slightly and stood up. "I'll go call her down to go out for dinner..." It seemed Liang was really going all out today. The three got into the car, Liang drove, and the two in the back sat at his mercy, following his lead. He drove almost around the city, along the ring road all the way to the foot of a mountain in the northwest suburbs. Deep in the dense forest to the south, there was a hotel called Blue Sky and White Clouds. Originally a government tourism project in the 1990s, it was turned into a half-finished project due to national macro-control. The top official in charge at the time, seeing that he couldn't deliver on his promises, actually pinned a crime on the person in charge of the project. He was somewhat merciful and gave him a reprieve. As for the nearly 200 million yuan-cost-ridden unfinished project, it was pressured into being taken over by a local company through a combination of persuasion and coercion. The condition was that the project had to be resolved. In this way, the entire project was practically handed over for free. There was no other way, after all, in the prevailing economic climate at the time, few companies had the financial strength to take it on, and even a free potato was a hot potato . This southern neighboring country put a lot of pressure on the company, but the affairs of officials, businessmen, power, and money are both the most complex and the simplest things. Since the southern neighboring country dared to take it on, they must have had their reasons. Before long, the company recovered and invested no less than the initial amount of money, secretly transforming the site into a super five-star luxury hotel. In no time, the hotel became a famous place both inside and outside the province, and those who stayed and spent money there were all wealthy and powerful.

The company's rise was unstoppable. After cleaning up this mess for the local area, the officials' positions were secure and elevated. They didn't forget the past favor of saving the government, and later, the company gained a significant advantage in capital and land, reaping huge profits. Within a few years, the holding company went public, becoming a renowned listed company.

Liang drove along the winding mountain road. This area, originally shrouded in mist and lush with trees, had become even more vibrant and verdant after years of investment, resembling a paradise on earth.

Liang had only been here once before, when he and Yi Wen had invited a corrupt banker surnamed Li. He wasn't very familiar with the roads and drove slowly. When He Lan came out, since it wasn't a formal banquet, she had changed into casual clothes: light brown washed cotton-linen slim-fit cropped trousers and a silk-cotton Korean-style T-shirt, simple and refreshing.

Sitting quietly, without saying a word, her brows relaxed, she seemed to be in a very good mood. When Yi Wen lazily rested his legs on hers, half-lying down and dozing, she happily took his arm…

Yi Wen seemed to be dozing off several times in just a few minutes, and she felt a pang of heartache. She pulled a thin blanket from the back of the car and covered him with it. Looking up, she saw Liang watching her do this in the rearview mirror. Their eyes met, and he gave her a slight smirk, muttering quietly,

“Jealous?”

She gave him a playful glare, signaling him to focus on driving.

In recent years, their relationship had become purely familial, no longer as stiff and formal as before. Liang used to always seem somewhat hesitant, as if he owed her something; now, the three of them got along very casually and naturally.

Liang would often childishly allude to or even act in front of Yi Wen, making suggestive remarks or doing things that implied Yi Wen had previously mentioned, which surprisingly and naturally added a touch of romance to their relationship, making their sexual desires, which should have been declining for their age, more vibrant.

This phenomenon became even more pronounced after their trip with Xiao Ya last month. Was it because Xiao Ya's involvement eased Liang's burden?

This also revealed the fact that Yi Wen was having an affair with his friend's wife, which lessened his years of guilt. Whether this was due to other reasons is unknown, but the veil of guilt that had hung over him before is now fading, which can be sensed in his playful banter.

He Lan was undoubtedly pleased with this change. It's certain that Yi Wen was the driving force behind everything; he provided this relaxed environment for the relationship, albeit psychologically, but it put very little pressure on anyone, almost none, only encouragement.

Perhaps this was his original intention all along, but it took several long years for Liang and Helan to truly adapt…

From Yi Wen's own psychological analysis, the relationship between the three, or more specifically Liang and Helan, finally began amidst his hesitation. His psychological evolution was extremely complex, encompassing all sorts of feelings—bitter, sweet, sour, and spicy.

Seven years is enough for an ordinary couple to go from sweetness to blandness, entering the awkwardness of the seven-year itch. However, the relationship between Helan, Liang, and himself—like brothers and sisters, yet also like lovers and friends—had abnormally become indispensable in his life. When together, they were as close as family; when apart, they felt an intense, blood-related longing. This relationship was like a blessing from heaven after enduring the trials and tribulations of life.

Compared to this, the jealousy and resentment of lovers faded; sex itself became merely a seasoning, what could it possibly shake?

Of course, these reasons are probably only so clear to Yi Wen; even Liang and Helan, as the parties involved, might be completely oblivious to the underlying reasons.

Furthermore, as a woman reaching the pinnacle of her charm, Helan's desires were likely far more intense than Yi Wen's own. Having led her down this illicit path, cruelly severing her surging passions would be far too merciful.

Yi Wen viewed her actions as those of a young girl experiencing the first stirrings of love, unable to control herself. Moreover, her increasingly vigorous desires were subtly fueling his own sexual urges; to try and stop them would be unwise, and entirely contrary to Yi Wen's intentions. If that was the case, why bother in the first place?

The car wound its way up a mountain road, leading to a gate nearly 20 meters wide. Calling it a gate was a stretch of antique-style wall, rather arrogantly standing in the center, completely blocking the way, with paths curving to either side.

Huge, flowing cursive script adorned the wall: "A fairyland lies deep in the white clouds."

After winding our way in, the interior opened up dramatically. Given the imposing exterior, it was easy to imagine that the interior couldn't be a small, cramped place. The most unforgettable thing was the fresh air; you could feel how clean it was just by breathing in it.

Dusk was approaching, the setting sun casting a crimson glow over half the sky. Along the roadside, a few people were still fishing at the numerous lakes and ponds, but judging from their brightly colored fishing gear or the waiting figures beside them, they were clearly not ordinary anglers.

After driving for another ten minutes or so, we drove up the last steep slope and finally saw the majestic building ahead. Its exterior was entirely constructed of granite, and the roof wasn't high, maybe four or five stories, but the solid granite and the building's imposing structure exuded its power.

"Isn't this a bit much? Just having dinner at home, and you're making such a big show of it?"

Yi Wen said with a smile as he got out of the car.

"It's alright, all bark and no bite."

Liang opened the back door. The area next to him was slippery from the freshly watered plants, so he reached out to help Helan.

After walking across the wet patch, Helan tried to pull her hand away, but encountered some resistance and had to pull it back with a little effort. Knowing he was joking and being mischievous, she glared at him fiercely.

"Hehe, once, in Guizhou, which is a pretty good place, Guiyang Guizhou Long, I treated some people to dinner. After ordering the dishes, they said they didn't have any seafood and asked us to add another dish." "

Hehe, they eventually ordered seafood—seaweed and kelp."

"If we do this again today, who knows if they'll kick us out?"

Hehe, seaweed and kelp, see if they'll steam you.

Helan glared at the two of them.

"Perfect, I'll just have a bowl of vegetable rice porridge."

Despite her remark, the strange Japanese dishes served that evening were passable. They weren't the typical street-side eateries with their elaborate dishes, sushi, and desserts; instead, they were more like the refined, leisurely drinks of Hangzhou cuisine. What displeased Helan was the sake; it actually resembled the local yellow wine that every household brews in winter, just packaged in different bottles and sold at a high price.

Despite her dissatisfaction, she still ate quite a bit.

"Give me a bowl, this is Japanese rice porridge."

Liang served her a small bowl, and Helan felt like her legs were about to break.

"Honestly, I could have just had something simple at home, why come here to suffer? Why is everything so small for the Japanese? Small stools, small tables, my legs are about to break!"

Helan said.

"That's the effect I wanted, haha. Later, I'll soak in the hot spring and loosen up my muscles."

"Who's going to soak in this hot weather?"

Helan said.

"Haha,"

Yi Wen shook his head at Liang.

"You're just throwing away your measly money for nothing! They don't even appreciate it. What are you doing all that for?"

Liang didn't feel wronged. He happily ate a bowl of rice porridge, his face flushed. This kind of liquor is actually similar to rice wine, with a strong aftereffect.

The guest rooms at the hot spring were also Japanese-style. Apart from a TV and a wardrobe, there was nothing in the room. Fortunately, there were a few large cushions in the inner room, like sofa cushions.

Yi Wen was panting a bit. He found a cushion in the inner room and leaned against it to catch his breath.

"Hehe, this is tough. Damn, this liquor is really tough."

"It's okay. Rest for a while, have some tea, and eat some fruit, and you'll feel better."

Just then, there was a knock at the door, and a waiter brought in tea and fruit.

"You said they were Japanese girls?"

Helan asked after the waiter left.

"Hehe, Japanese girls? Can you afford them?"

Liang said with a smile, and also brought out two cushions, handing one to Helan.

"Oh, right..."

she said, moving aside.

He leaned down next to her.

Yiwen jumped, accidentally pressing his side against Helan's leg, and she screamed. At this moment, a rather amusing sight appeared: the main light in the room dimmed slightly. It turned out the light was voice-activated. Yiwen apologized and offered to rub her leg, but she dodged it.

"No need, stop pretending."

He arranged the cushion, moved away from her, and coughed earnestly into the light, which actually controlled the light. The room became dim. Helan was about to stop him when the last light cough suddenly brought the light back on, instantly becoming dazzlingly bright. Yiwen hurriedly coughed a few times to adjust the light to a comfortable level. Meanwhile, Liang and Helan burst into laughter.

After a while, Yi Wen, feeling the effects of the alcohol, couldn't keep up anymore, and she called to him.

"Honey, let's go home,"

he mumbled.

"Are you crazy? You're all out of your mind, how are we going to get home? Who's driving?"

She turned to look at the man beside her; even in the dim light, his face was flushed, so she gave up.

She just wasn't used to this hazy, ambiguous atmosphere. She wouldn't have felt it at home, but as a homebody, she always felt uncomfortable when she was out.

Just then, she felt a light behind her, pressing tightly against her, making her even more uncomfortable. She reached out to push him away, but her hand touched his, warm and hot, and he grabbed hers instead.

Fueled by the alcohol, she didn't insist on pulling her hand away, but just glanced at Yi Wen beside her. He was fiddling with the TV remote, turning on the television, and the room instantly brightened considerably with the flickering screen.

So the three of them lazily leaned back on the cushions and watched Hunan TV's Happy Camp, watching Mr. He and Ms. Xie acting crazy on TV, a bit cheesy but still making them laugh.

Actually, all three of them were a little nervous. In all these years, such scenes were rare, such a rhythm almost nonexistent—all of them quietly huddled together. In the past, there were always some interspersed laughter.

Yi Wen coughed again, this time very softly. Fortunately, it didn't dim the lights or suddenly turn them on. Whether it was high-tech or limited sensitivity, almost simultaneously, all three of them focused their attention on the lights because of the cough. Seeing no reaction, they couldn't help but burst into laughter. Suddenly, the room was brightly lit...

How could this be? This is too ridiculous! Liang stood up.

"How can you use this thing? If someone does something, won't the lights dance?"

"Why? I think it's great."

She said with a smile.

"Great? No, no, definitely not."

He flatly denied it.

Yi Wen also laughed and reached out to pat He Lan.

"Silly girl, if I wake you up for a night of running errands with lights dancing around you, can you handle it? Haha."

"Oh, you mean that?"

Helan blushed and pouted at them reproachfully.

Luckily, her face was already flushed.

Lying half-reclined in Liang's arms like that was really unseemly, so Helan struggled slightly, pulled away from him, stood up, and walked into the inner room.

The two of them were temporarily glued to the screen by Hunan TV, but they only chuckled softly, not daring to laugh out loud, for fear of making the room instantly as bright as day.

Just as Liang later said, the lighting design of this hotel was really stupid.

Suddenly, a scream from inside, louder than the one before, came from inside, so loud that it easily controlled the lights outside.

The two of them jumped up, went through the room, and found the bathroom door open. Helan stood there dumbfounded, looking completely shaken.

She walked over and pointed inside—it was pitch black inside, hard to see clearly, like a bottomless cave. No wonder Helan screamed.

Yi Wen turned on the light in the inner room, making it a little better. Then he found the bathroom light switch and turned it on.

Instantly—a whole new world unfolded!

All three of them were somewhat surprised.

"Damn, the folds are huge,"

Yi Wen exclaimed.

It was indeed like a cave, with walls and alleys covered in natural stalactite-like formations. The area was much larger than the two rooms combined. The washbasin by the door was wooden, and even the toilet had a glazed, wood-like finish. Apart from that, the entire cave-like style was naturally formed.

Inside, there was a small hill, with a small channel winding down from the top, currently flowing with a trickle of water. Although there was no steam, you could feel that it was warm. The most distinctive feature was an oval pool in the middle, with walls made of small watermelon-sized pebbles. Tiny waves rolled inside, and the water that overflowed disappeared miraculously after flowing out of the pool.

There wasn't a single wet spot on the edge. You had to walk several steps to see the pool in its entirety, as everything from the washbasin onwards was cleverly concealed by lush, broad-leaved plants. Even with the door open and the lights on, the pool was barely visible.

"Interesting,"

Yi Wen said.

"Heh, this is what they call a concept?"

Liang recalled the promotional phrase "natural and pristine" from the brochure outside the reception desk.

"Okay! Honey, that's it for today!"

Yi Wen, half-sober, said, supporting He Lan's shoulder.

"Ah!"

He Lan screamed again, pointing upwards.

Looking up, the conical roof, converging on an area of about ten square meters, appeared to be an open roof. Upon closer inspection, it was made of glass, which explained the faint glimmer of starlight visible below.

He Lan was still staring blankly, looking around, and Liang felt a little self-deprecating.

"We're like country bumpkins visiting the Grand View Garden, haha. But I heard it was only recently completed last month."

Regardless, even Yi Wen and Liang, two bachelors who used to frequent bathhouses out of boredom, were surprised, so He Lan's expression, which rarely went out, was understandable.

"How about it, wife? Want to go first?"

Yi Wen teased.

"No matter what, they only charge 24 hours a day. Since Liang is spending money here, let's not waste it."

"I think there's a strange smell?"

He Lan frowned.

"Haha, silly girl, that's the smell of sulfur. The sulfur and mineral content of hot springs is what makes them valuable. Regular soaking will get rid of those bumps and make your skin smooth."

Yi Wen laughed.

"Get lost! I don't have any bumps."

He Lan frowned, her eyes narrowing with a slightly suggestive expression.

"Heh heh, how can a woman not have some bumps and quirks?"

Yi Wen teased.

"Go to hell, you scoundrel."

Helan opened a hidden cabinet behind him, inside which hung several yukatas with delicate floral patterns that resembled kimonos. They felt wonderful to the touch, and he felt a secret urge to try them on.

"Get out, get out."

"Hey, the essence of Japanese hot spring baths is that they're all mixed-gender baths. Where do you get the custom from, kicking us out?"

Yi Wen argued evasively.

"Nonsense! It's a custom of the He family."

With that, she kicked and punched the two men out... The men were reluctantly kicked out of the bathroom and returned to their original seats. It's only natural for men to give in to a woman's coquettishness, but the bathroom's unique structure and decorations made everyone's hearts flutter. When only the men were left, they became serious. Yi Wen snorted.

"You brat, let's see how we deal with her."

Liang shook his head and smiled, his mischievous expression making Yi Wen feel awkward. He lit a cigarette, and Liang became nervous.

"Hehe, aren't you afraid she'll hit you on the head? You dare to smoke in such a sealed room?"

He took two deep drags, put out the cigarette, and felt a little flustered.

"Hey, pay attention later."

He said to Liang.

"Hmm?"

"You're pretending, keep pretending!"

"Hehe, be more explicit."

Liang laughed it off.

"I don't know why, but she still doesn't feel comfortable around you. She's so awkward and always tries to avoid me."

"Heh, who do you think she is? She's just embarrassed."

He defended him.

Yi Wen felt a little ashamed to look at him.

"Why do I think she's most interesting when she's acting crazy? Is it because she's always pretending to be too proper? Heh."

Liang didn't know what to say, so he used his fork to pick up a piece of fruit and handed it to him. Yi Wen shook his head, and he put it to his mouth and chewed it.

"Hey, so... what's it like being with Xiao Ya? Is it the same?"

"Heh, what do you mean? It doesn't seem very comparable."

Liang was still evasive.

After all, he wasn't a street thug, and he still protected some face when talking about these things.

"Is it because you're not familiar with her?"

"Not entirely. After all, she's not the kind of person we've been dreaming about for ten or twenty years, haha."

"Pah, brat, save that for when you're saying it to that brat in her pillow."

"Haha, whatever."

"Haha, when did it start?"

"Probably the first time we met, during the basketball league in our freshman year, when you came to bring drinks to support us. That was the first time I saw her."

"Really? Brat, you've been hiding your true intentions for so long? Haven't they rotted away by now?"

Yi Wen was a little surprised and sat up.

"At least it wasn't just about sex."

He said with a touch of melancholy.

Yi Wen stared at him for a long time this time, and finally chuckled.

"Should I say you're a wolf in sheep's clothing or a sheep in wolf's clothing? Haha."

He continued. "But how come I didn't see through you? At least before Shenzhen, you were quite the hidden talent."

"Haha, you saw through me? Haha, wouldn't we be brothers by now?"

"Haha, you're quite cunning, kid. By the way, what do you think of her? Do you know what you think?"

Yi Wen found it somewhat amusing.

"Hehe, women are ten times, a hundred times more sensitive than men,"

he said.

"You mean? She knows what you're thinking?"

"Hehe, I didn't say that, don't wrong her."

"Hmph, so it seems I'm just trying to end your two illicit affair?"

"That's what you're saying too, hehe. Like I said, even if you wrong me, don't wrong her. Maybe she's completely oblivious."

"Hehe, we're almost old now, there's no point in pursuing it anymore. But you know, back then, I put a lot of effort into it, it was hilarious..."

He choked up and couldn't continue.

Liang knew she was facing an awkward situation or word again, and was curious to force him to say it.

"What?"

"Back then, she was surrounded by suitors, and I was already prepared to settle for second best."

"Trying to back out?"

he asked.

"Hehe, no, back then I just thought she must have already experienced lovemaking. Even so, I was determined to win her over. She was the one. Hehe, how silly of me, right now? It was just fate. Back then, there were plenty of pretty girls chasing after us, even prettier ones."

"Tch, tch."

Liang couldn't stand his boastful recounting of his glorious past.

"Forgot about being ignored and locking yourself in your dorm for days, not eating or drinking, getting so anxious you had to get an IV drip?"

"You brat, that's not true."

He was embarrassed and angry at being exposed, and kicked him.

Immersed in memories of his youth, Yi Wen looked somewhat dazed.

"But in the end, I found out she was still the original. I was really stunned. What a surprise!"

He chuckled mischievously, extremely smug.

"Hehe, let's have a smoke."

Liang stood up, opened the window halfway, took out a cigarette, and lit one for each of them.

"Looks like I was fooled by you, kid. I always thought she was just won over by your flashy clothes and watches, but it turns out there was something else going on between you two."

He exhaled a string of smoke rings and glanced at Liang.

"Hehe, it was me, it was me, no one else."

He grinned.

"That grudge lasted for a long time back then, hehe, it's funny to think about it now. Did women really value their hymen that much? Look at it now, people say you have to go to kindergarten to find virgins. Besides, I never dreamed I'd be paired with a rascal like you."

The word "paired up" made Liang and even Yi Wen themselves burst into laughter...

Liang stubbed out his cigarette and spoke in a refined manner.

"Things change with time, I guess. A few years ago in Shenzhen, I felt really uncomfortable seeing her go back to your room after we'd been together."

"You brat, you're just taking over someone else's place, a complete 'takeover,' how come you're the one feeling uncomfortable?"

"Hehe, but later when we went to Sangke Grassland at Labrang Monastery, I almost... hehe."

"You had a trap up your sleeve, kid?"

Yi Wen stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.

"Hehe, I almost got lucky with a Tibetan guy."

"Huh? There was that part too?"

Liang, unable to resist, recounted the whole story. Yi Wen frowned, staring intently at Liang as if he wanted to devour him alive. Liang himself, immersed in the passionate scene, became restless, his eyes constantly darting towards the bathroom.

"Actually, I really wanted to hand her over to that guy back then, haha, I don't know what I was thinking, or maybe I wanted to see how you felt. At that time, that guy was a third party to her and me, an outsider, haha."

"You brat."

Yi Wen couldn't help but curse again, but he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

"Do you think she would have agreed back then if...?"

"Heh, I don't know."

"But later, after she could basically be treated the same as you, that thought gradually faded away, heh."

He spoke frankly.

"More than equal treatment, your treatment is far superior to mine,"

Yi Wen said sarcastically.

"That's possible, haha. You're always together, while I only show up once every year or two. How can you compare? Hehe."

"You brat, all talk and no action. You should settle things with that doctor as soon as possible. You can't let go of this place, can you? Well then, if you've settled things with that doctor and still want to climb over the wall to make your way in the world, I'll save half a seat for you here, as long as you're not afraid the doctor's scalpel will castrate you."

"Haha, we've only known each other for a few days, less than two months back and forth."

"Oh, by the way, I heard from my wife that she has a younger brother who deals in jade and jewelry or something? Do you know anything about it?"

"That seems to be their family's business. I've heard they've made some money, but I'm not very clear on the details."

"Oh. Hey, why is that woman taking so long? We're not here to accompany Yang Guifei to soak in the Huaqing Pool. We've been in there for half a day already. Go check on her. Don't get addicted to it, or you'll be in trouble, bringing her here every day."

Liang stood up, pretending to be a little reluctant, and walked in with a funny, swaying gait.

When Liang pushed open the bathroom door, he was worried it was locked from the inside. He twisted it, and it was a bit tight. Disappointed, he didn't expect the lock to spring open so easily...

The master of the house had given his order, and Liang, who had been hesitant to come over, had nothing to worry about anymore. Besides, the spring scenery inside had already made the two men outside lose control. Their restraint was just a matter of maintaining appearances.

Because it was still late summer, the temperature wasn't low, so after opening the door, it wasn't as foggy as he had imagined. Instead, it felt like stepping into a fresh, vibrant outdoor paradise.

The lights in this functional area were dimly lit, which made the hot spring pool inside look like a small stage. Because of the broad-leaved plants that he had only seen in movies or pictures of tropical rainforests, Liang couldn't even see the Helan flowers anymore. Those plants were truly ethereal and beautiful.

Perhaps the transparent glass above was to provide the growing environment needed by these plants. Honestly, the price paid for such an effect was really worth it, absolutely worth it.

A few rays of sunlight slanted in from above, making the red flowers and green leaves of the plants appear alluring, the colors exaggerated yet realistic.

Finally, amidst the strange growth, Liang found Helan, leisurely half-floating on the water's surface, seemingly dozing. Her skin, illuminated by the surrounding light, was incredibly delicate, and her nipples, half-exposed above the water, were exquisitely beautiful…

Liang was somewhat stunned, his mind resounding with admiration for the concept this damned hotel had coined. A torrent of praise surged within him. This damned hotel, placing frivolous men and women here, if its purpose was simply to make them return to…

to a primitive era, to the Garden of Eden of Eve and Adam, then this damned idea, from design to implementation, was a complete success, even a total triumph, for any couple with fully developed physical and psychological capabilities.

Perhaps because of the gentle murmur of the stream, Helan hadn't noticed him, or perhaps she was already intoxicated by the scenery, not by the evening's drinks, but by the beauty around her.

He had no intention of disturbing her, and feeling somewhat inferior, he quietly left the hot spring area, walked through the small functional area, and exited the bathroom.

Outside, Yi Wen was lost in his despicable fantasies, trying to figure out when he should enter. He was puzzled when Liang emerged looking disheveled. He stubbed out his cigarette, which he had only taken a couple of puffs of in frustration from waiting, and frowned as he asked,

"A paradise on earth, a beauty descended to earth, hehe, I dare not keep it to myself, why don't you take a look?"

Liang joked, having caught his breath.

"This kid, doesn't know the value of a spring night,"

Yi Wen muttered, somewhat annoyed.

"Idiot, do I have to do it myself?"

"Hmm, hehe, too beautiful, I can't bring myself to do it,"

Liang continued in his cheeky manner.

Yi Wen stood up angrily, kicking a tatami mat aside...

"Is it haunted in there?"

he sneered.

"Hehe, not a ghost, it's...didn't I tell you, a fairy descended to earth?"

He teased Yi Wen, gesturing for him to go inside.

"Nonsense, you're already a mother of a grown man, and a haggard housewife goes in for a bath and becomes a fairy? Looks like you're not cut out for sake, you're better suited for beer enemas."

As he spoke, he paused for a moment, just like Liang had earlier, before bouncing open the door with equal composure...

With virtually no suspense, Yi Wen went in and, once his vision adjusted, was stunned...

The scene before him resembled a stage, and the two men, like bewildered young men suddenly thrust into a shot, were momentarily disoriented and utterly embarrassed.

Their minds were blank, staring at the woman they called their wife, a woman who looked like a figure in a painting. Familiar, strange?

Both, neither, seemingly familiar yet distant.

Only a feeling of gratitude remained.

They were grateful for the picturesque scene before them; life is like a play, and they had so recklessly entered into it.

He was grateful to the clueless young man beside him, who was grinning with a half-smile, still mischievous, as if watching him make a fool of himself, or perhaps pleased with his own scheme. He was

grateful to the beauty in the painting, who had been waiting in his life for over a decade—what a beauty! Even more amazing was that she had seamlessly cooperated with him in this farcical drama of unrequited love, allowing his wicked thoughts to be fulfilled without regret. What was truly remarkable was that she had also inadvertently stirred up passion and desire to a fever pitch.

He was grateful to himself for being so bold as to direct this illicit love affair.

He glanced at the clueless young man—his mouth still grinning, his gaze already locked with the woman in the painting. Without this clueless young man, the whole drama would have collapsed.

"What are you staring at? Never seen a beautiful woman before?"

He gave him a sharp slap on the stomach.

"If the hot spring were measured by flow rate, it would be too wasteful. If you don't want to bathe, you can leave for now."

"No one's that stupid, right?"

He laughed as he pushed aside his own obstacles, and in an instant, two more naked bodies appeared, swaying and drooping as they stepped into the scene...

Helan's shoulders were half-exposed above the water. She squinted at the two men, smiled knowingly, and the two men, being quite romantic, settled as far away from her as possible. As they immersed themselves, the water in the pool splashed out from the pool walls, slowly rising in wisps of steam.

"So comfortable, but too luxurious, I can't afford it,"

she said.

Helan's expression was surprisingly natural. Opportunities to be so naked and open were actually rare; each time, her face was flushed with shyness, as if the three of them had truly arrived in the Garden of Eden. Was it really this bizarre setting that gave them such a relaxed state of mind? If so, the designer could be considered a master of fantasy.

"Hehe, if you get addicted, go find whoever came up with the crazy idea."

Yi Wen suddenly plunged into the water...

"You stingy guy!"

When he surfaced, He Lan slapped the water with her palm, splashing a handful of water onto Yi Wen's face.

"They invited you to enjoy yourself, didn't they? Why don't you invite your wife to experience it again?"

For a moment, Helan's breasts swayed as she moved, revealing her boundless beauty.

"How can this be the same? This place, this scene? If I had just brought you here today, you might have said something completely different."

Yi Wen argued.

"What?"

"You would have said that your husband was bored and brought you to this rural place to get a bath."

"Get lost."

Helan splashed water again, and Yi Wen began to fight back, rushing towards her. Her face flushed from the intoxication, she quickly dodged to the other side, but was blocked by Liang. Yi Wen squeezed her in the middle, and the three of them were immediately squeezed together, their arms and legs intertwined...

By the time Helan realized she was surrounded, there was no way out.

"You scoundrel!"

she murmured, her voice and appearance utterly alluring...

Skin to skin, the hot spring water, faintly scented with sulfur, was strangely peculiar. Everywhere he touched, he felt a smooth, slippery sensation. Having finally managed to restrain the mermaid-like Helan, Yi Wen felt his actions were a mistake. Admiring her beauty was one thing, but entering into it was quite another.

"How is it?"

He suddenly felt his current role in this game was particularly despicable. In the past, he had often acted with the magnanimity of a father and brother, viewing Liang and Helan's behavior from afar with the tolerance of childish play.

But now, he was almost throwing away marital love, right before his eyes—no, right under his nose—alongside Liang—another man besides himself, treating his wife as prey, and in this strange place, enacting a shocking farce that, while breathtakingly beautiful, was also insanely illicit.

A moment's hesitation, almost a fraction of a second, was enough for He Lan to sense Yi Wen's hesitation.

The clever woman spat at the two of them.

"You scoundrels, don't waste your time, you two should soak properly."

With that, she nimbly slipped away from them, rising and heading out of the pool. Her fair, smooth, steaming body seemed to possess a magical allure, captivating the two men's gazes. Her swift movement made the men instantly regret the slippery sensation they felt.

Yi Wen felt embarrassed, somewhat regretting his momentary hesitation that had ruined the current harmony.

"Look at that wooden tub. If you don't like the smell of sulfur, you can soak in it for a while,"

he said to He Lan.

He Lan indeed had no experience in this area. Hearing Yi Wen's suggestion, she looked at the wooden tub from a distance, puzzled.

"Hehe, go help this silly girl."

Seemingly to make up for his earlier disappointment, Yi Wen subtly created another opportunity.

Liang jumped up with a splash. After the two of them got out of the water, the pool was suddenly too shallow to be replenished.

Liang went to her side.

"You can soak in the tub for a while longer."

"In the tub?"

Helan quickly shook her head, crossing her arms over her chest to cover her ample bosom, but the soft flesh below was still clearly visible, making her look somewhat ridiculous.

Liang knew she thought the communal wooden tub was unhygienic, so he smiled and looked around. There should be some appropriate measures. Sure enough, he quickly found the tools in a cabinet against the wall: a thin plastic bag that could completely cover the entire tub. He placed the bag in the tub, and a thin rope around the top of the tub secured the bag's opening. While filling the tub with water, he brought over a few small bottles.

"Smell it. What do you like?"

"What's this?"

"Essential oil. It can remove the sulfur smell and relieve muscle fatigue."

Helan suddenly understood.

"You two rascals, you've been hiding this well. You've been doing this kind of thing for ages!"

Liang made a helpless expression.

"Big sister, I'm just selling this on the spot. While you were in the pool, I was outside flipping through the instruction manual, memorizing it was so hard!"

Yi Wen grinned gloatingly.

He Lan smiled sweetly.

"Who would believe that!"

She reached for the small bottle, her hands naturally moving away from her chest.

"So beautiful."

Liang stared at her glistening breasts and exclaimed.

This time, He Lan didn't scold her as usual, continuing to smile...

She finally chose rose essential oil, but accidentally saw the price and was about to refuse when Liang snatched it away, laughing as he unscrewed the cap.

"What a miser."

Liang was working harder, for a simple reason: throughout the process, his cumbersome thing went through a transformation from obediently limp to half-erect to finally bursting into flames.

When the tub became steamy and fragrant, he shyly prepared to escape back to the large pool. With his help, He Lan stepped into the wooden tub and, after getting used to the temperature, didn't let go of him. Instead, she pulled him, her voice like a murmur.

"Come in."

It was like heavenly music, yet also like a thunderclap.

Looking over there, Yi Wen was pouting.

Liang hesitated awkwardly, but He Lan wouldn't give up, coquettishly pleading with Yi Wen for help.

"Husband!"

This slut was really something today, she'd completely figured out the lewd thoughts of men, especially husbands, and had them all figured out how to use her tricks against him.

He pointed to his nose.

"Calling me?"

"Get lost."

He Lan said, pulling him forcefully. Liang, looking helpless, squeezed into the not-so-large wooden tub. Water splashed out, and He Lan gasped, feeling sorry for the expensive essential oils she'd spent so much on...

At this moment, Yi Wen was a little calmer. The situation was now in the lady's hands, so he simply enjoyed the warmth of the tub.

However, it only lasted a short while before he couldn't contain himself. His mind and eyes kept glancing at the movements over there. He heard a faint, low moan coming from over there, and he stood up, wiped his face, and sneaked over with a sly grin...

The two in the tub were already immersed in the moment, their movements small, just slight twists and turns.

Yi Wen was still unaware when he reached the side. Seeing He Lan with her eyes closed and brows furrowed, Yi Wen felt a surge of tenderness. He went over and gently cupped her face. She opened her eyes, her gaze shy yet passionate, as if she had already become accustomed to sharing this state of mind with Yi Wen, and of course, the pleasure.

"Wife, has the enemy taken over the position again?"

he whispered in her ear.

She murmured an "Mmm."

He gave her an apologetic kiss, and Yi Wen was already flattered.

At this moment, the two were facing each other, with He Lan straddling Liang. At first glance, nothing seemed to be happening, but a closer look at the water rippling up and down, lapping against the wooden tub, and constantly overflowing, made it easy to guess what was going on.

He Lan wrapped her arms around Yi Wen's neck, kissing him even more passionately. Because she was tilting her head back and thrusting her chest forward, her breasts were almost touching Liang's chest.

"You little rascal, aren't you ecstatic?"

he nibbled on her earlobe.

"Mmm..."

Her passionate gaze was filled with gratitude.

But Yi Wen couldn't stand such gazes. He always had, because he felt that this process was also satisfying him, the pleasure in his heart constantly building. It seemed unfair to let He Lan experience this while simultaneously feeling guilty. He released her and kissed her lips.

"Hurry up and drive the enemy out of the territory, your husband is waiting for you,"

He Lan said with a smile, playfully patting his chest and teasingly scolding him.

"You're so annoying,"

Yi Wen

said, leaving them behind and returning to the pool. Regardless of how unprecedented or unparalleled this intimate moment, as if they were in a tropical rainforest, was temporarily set aside, the shivering and twitching sensations caused by the occasional water droplets falling from the ceiling onto their bodies were incredibly stimulating. 03-03

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However, the actual situation was that after Yi Wen returned to the pool, He Lan changed her position, ending her intimate encounter with Liang. She smiled at him, turned around, and simply sat on his lap with her back against him. Because of the buoyancy of the water, and because of her surprisingly voluptuous body, Liang didn't feel any discomfort. As a

woman, He Lan didn't completely abandon her responsibilities. While her right hand leisurely splashed water on herself, her other hand subtly caressed Liang beneath her. From Yi Wen's perspective, he only saw her righteous and awe-inspiring side; her hand, which was doing this, was conveniently hidden by her body. After a while,

Yi Wen stood up, splashing water droplets all over himself, and went out. When he returned, he had a cigarette in his mouth and was holding another one in his hand, intending to offer it to Liang.

"No way,"

He Lan blocked him, but her eyes caught sight of Yi Wen's erect penis, and she couldn't help but cover her face and laugh. Yi Wen seized the opportunity to light it for her.

"How annoying, how can you do this?"

He Lan spat and cursed.

"Who told you to slack off? You think I can't see you dawdling?"

Yi Wen stood naked to the side, gesturing wildly.

Liang, afraid of burning her with his cigarette, took two quick puffs and threw it away, then reached under her arm and pulled her close, his hands cupping her swaying breasts.

Yi Wen was standing directly opposite He Lan, and as he brought the cigarette to his lips, his gaze met hers. She was staring at him defiantly, her expression full of provocation. Yi Wen grinned, feigning helplessness as he shook his head, and reached down to support his erection.

His affectionate expression made Helan burst into laughter. She reached out to hit him, but Liang pulled her into his arms, her ample breasts squeezing out of shape from her own leaning forward…

The water in the wooden tub nearly overflowed, but the faint sulfur smell in the room was effectively masked by the fragrance of essential oils. The room

was filled with fragrance; if a blazing sun were overhead and birdsong filled the air, it would be a pure tropical rainforest scene. Yiwen stopped playing with them, rinsed the tub a few times with a ladle at the spring, wrapped a

towel

around

himself , and went out

… ＊... "What? The show of bravado hasn't even started yet." She tried to break free, but failed. A hand reached between her legs, revealing a wet patch... Unable to escape, she resigned herself to her fate... She leaned forward towards the wooden tub, holding onto it with both hands, her ample buttocks raised high. In an instant, he understood, pulling her back half and sliding inside. It was slippery and incredibly warm inside… After soaking in the mineral water, his body completely relaxed, including every pore. At first, he experienced a slight numbness in his legs, but soon he became able to control himself. On the contrary, she, who was being penetrated, began to breathe heavily… He leaned down and pressed against her, biting her like a wolf. Her skin was slippery. He bit her, then released, then bit her again. Her back and shoulder muscles tensed and relaxed. Her body, after being soaked, became even more open. The thrusting was rhythmic and moderate, as if trying not to make her body tense, maintaining just the right intensity of her breaths, which were neither painful nor itchy… “Are you ever going to stop…” she murmured coquettishly, twisting her upper body. One hand cupped half her face, her beauty alluring and captivating. Her pink lips parted slightly, taking his fingertip into her mouth. She used her delicate teeth to pull out a finger, then suddenly swallowed it, moving her head back and forth with a wanton , seductive gesture… Liang was stunned, his lower body moving instinctively, his mind completely seduced by her small action and the pleasure emanating from her unfamiliar fingertips… She smiled sweetly and released him. Immediately, Liang felt her body contract, pulling him back from his daze… She began to push him away. He was puzzled, but she had already pushed him away. She turned around, leaned against the tub, raised one leg and placed it against the side, her thick, wet vulva fully open—at this moment, the woman was like a female beast, her eyes red, wrapping her arms around Liang's neck and murmuring , “I want you…” He entered, easily. The action was amusing; the two of them, like children, looked down at him as he moved in and out of her, watching her pinkish-brown lips sway repeatedly with his movements… A few times, due to the slightly larger movements, her adorable pink clitoris peeked out from among the downy hairs, and she would nervously reach out to block his gaze. It was quite amusing; the action had a touch of innocence and a touch of elegance. Occasionally, their eyes would meet, and they would both feel a little shy, instinctively covering this shyness with a kiss, but they would quickly separate, because being so close made it inconvenient for him, and only after separating could his body move freely. Neither intense nor drawn out, time slipped by. She wrapped her arms around his waist, seemingly to give him a push. “Do you know how long it’s been? Don’t you want to return it to its rightful owner?” Her words and expression were now full of wantonness, a genuine provocation. “I don’t want to return it,” he scoffed. “Hypocrite,” she scoffed sarcastically. "Really." She released one hand from his waist, letting it fall to their point of contact... using her index finger and thumb to cup his penis as it moved in and out, feeling its swelling, and wearily pressed her neck against his shoulder. "Men only know how to say sweet things, and you're no exception." A tingling sensation had been spreading from his buttocks and groin up his spine in waves, which was why Liang could only maintain a steady pace. Her hand made him even more nervous, so he could only stop and awkwardly twist his hips in a final resistance. "It seems like you've been saying that neither of you stinky men can say a single sweet word that a woman likes." He argued quietly, but what he mumbled was indistinct, though his expression showed a mischievousness, a boyish sophistry. "Ugh." She squeezed him tighter, punishing him. "Then, do you dare to run away with me?"

He chuckled.

"As long as you're willing. I dare, you know I dare."

Her heart trembled, and she laughed and cursed.

"You bad boy,"

she continued.

"You know it's impossible."

He reached for their point of contact—grasping her hand, and beneath their hands, the penis began to move in and out again…

He snorted.

"I know…"

She squeezed her lower body tightly.

"How about we switch in the next life?"

"Yes."

She was satisfied—the answer was extremely simple, just one word.

"Give it to me now!"

She sobbed, collapsing all over, as if she had let go of her worries. That one word seemed to be more important than the sacred intercourse before her. What seemed like a joke was actually extraordinary to her. The knot in her heart that had been pent up for a long time was finally released at this moment, just like that short, seemingly real yet unreal conversation.

Liang did almost the same thing, with basically no further movements. In an instant, his body was like a floodgate being suddenly opened, and his semen burst out with a bang…

She laughed and cried, laughing as she endured it…

"Afterwards—it was too strange,"

he said.

"What?"

"It didn't seem to come out one burst at a time, it was like a machine gun firing a whole magazine all at once, didn't you feel it?" She was both

amused and exasperated.

She giggled, bending over with laughter, almost breaking his parts.

She wanted to say she felt it, but then shyness returned, so she covered her mouth, turned her face away, and giggled, wiping the dampness from her cheeks.

When things quieted down, quite a while had passed. Both of them felt strange, initially not noticing what was strange, but finally, after he moved slightly, they both realized almost simultaneously—he was still throbbing inside her…

His extremely aroused performance made her feel good, probably a kind of vain satisfaction; there was a reason why men were so excited.

She gently rubbed and stroked his skin; it was taut, healthy, and clean. Because they were standing, because they were still in that intertwined position, his firm buttocks were taut, like two rocks. Even though he was thrusting into her like a piston, he gradually felt trouble. She shyly covered her face, already flushed with orgasm, unsure whether to advance or retreat.

He smiled and helped her, helping her lower her feet from the tub. However, this still presented an obstacle. Keeping him from slipping while they stood upright truly tested his skill; several times they were on the verge of separation, but he couldn't bear to give up.

She smiled and helped him solve this problem. Turning around, she willingly leaned over the tub, giving him the opportunity, but her words were,

"Still showing off." Her words were a mixture of

resistance and attraction, full of allure.

He spoke, directly turning her upturned buttocks around, and without hesitation, easily reinserted his slipped member…

Helan whimpered in response; the fluid that had flowed while she was standing had already soaked her cleft. His gaze swept from her smooth, curving, beautiful curves back to her, intensely excited. When he saw her wet, petal-like anus, he gently caressed it with boundless love.

She nervously reached back to press his hand down…

there… had once caused her pain, and although the pain was mixed with a different kind of sensation, she still felt a vibration when he touched her.

Perhaps it was his previous answer that satisfied her, that moved her, or perhaps it was the decision she had made in her heart that spurred her on. She had only held his hand slightly at the beginning, but when his fingers playfully slipped out of her control and continued to move on the petals, even his fingertips tentatively entering and exiting, she no longer objected, and even let out encouraging moans...

Her spasms did indeed encourage her. He was almost driven mad. His physical condition had long since recovered from the recent convulsion, but afraid of frightening her, he dared not act rashly, patiently teasing her. It felt good, because her body gradually began to relax, seemingly starting to adapt to his rhythm. He was very satisfied. Even if it only stopped there, it was a wonderful experience.

"My God,"

Helan suddenly sighed... and strangely entered a climax...

What a strange woman. Actually, at this moment, he was busy with his novel exploration and almost neglected the activity in another place, but she... He was encouraged by the twitching from his fingers, and when she came down from her peak... he

turned around, clamped her legs between his thighs, and pressed hard against her... Helan, of course, understood what kind of test she was facing this time. Her face flushed, she even tiptoed to help him like a greedy female beast.

He succeeded, but the female beast let out a terrified growl.

Like the first baptism, the first few minutes passed in silence, with only beast-like groans and growls.

The swaying began with her—"Come on,"

she said...

she could still give him such a signal.

As he began his urgent thrusts, she immediately felt another wave of pleasure spreading across her body...

Good heavens, she endured it almost in a semi-conscious frenzy, filled with complex emotions, including a strange sense of humiliation. But this humiliation wasn't about shame; what was truly agonizing was the unmistakable, visibly pleasurable sensation in her body.

If her intention had merely been to satisfy this bad boy's eccentric childlike desires, it wouldn't have been so humiliating; it would have been a simple act of giving. But the wave after wave of pleasure was what truly humiliated her. She held her breath, gritting her teeth and glaring at him fiercely. Though forgiving, she still hoped he would finish quickly, even if it meant the immediate end of her pleasure.

One of her legs was pinned between his thighs, her body leaning against the wooden tub behind her. To maintain her balance, she had to wrap her arms around the edge of the tub. She could have avoided this physically demanding position, but the frenzied beasts seemed to have no intention of doing so; it was as if they didn't even have time to shift their position.

"This must be some kind of magic potion. Just a short soak and their martial arts have improved by leaps and bounds?"

At that moment, Yi Wen entered, holding a can of beer, muttering to himself. His angle was directly facing He Lan.

At first glance, Yi Wen found the two inside's comical poses somewhat amusing: he was dressed politely in his pajamas, while they had been going wild for so long, practicing such difficult moves. But

as he got closer, his gaze naturally fell on their meeting point, and he froze, dumbfounded—the two, lost in their reverie, had only just noticed Yi Wen's presence. Their expressions froze instantly, while He Lan felt as if struck by lightning, utterly humiliated, even contemplating suicide…

To be honest, Yi Wen's first reaction was very clear. His first thought wasn't jealousy, let alone excitement, but rather how to deal with and resolve this situation.

A solution, however, failed him for a moment.

The process was very brief, lasting only a few seconds, but after he made his decision, the ticking seemed to hesitate for a moment before continuing methodically...

He brought the beer in his hand to his lips; it must have been a freshly opened can of Tsingtao beer. He aimed and poured it into his mouth. A can of liquid, over 300 milliliters, was about to be poured into his stomach without restraint, so the time must have been very short. In those few seconds, Yi Wen's mind was indeed racing...

The beer was gone, and he wiped his face.

They had finished that comical act. He was like a defeated rooster, but things had happened so suddenly that the poor thing still stubbornly showed no signs of completely fading; at least half its energy was still supporting its upright posture.

"You..."

He shoved the empty beer can into the wooden bucket of water, letting the water gurgle and pour in...

He looked up.

"You found such a weird place today, so you're going back to the Stone Age?"

Liang was puzzled, embarrassed, and wanted to speak, but couldn't.

Helan lowered her face, her messy hair completely covering it. She reached out to pull him, softly.

"How much did you drink?"

He swayed slightly, but she gently pulled him over...

He suddenly grinned.

"I mean..."

"Too much,"

she said.

She continued to pull him towards the door; the outcome was predictable.

Helan's hands trembled slightly, and she kept blaming herself. Originally... originally today was supposed to have an ending, but she hadn't expected it to be like this.

This wasn't the ending she wanted to control or decide; since it was like this, even if it was regrettable, it was the only way.

She continued to pull at him; no matter what, staying here wasn't going to work.

"You brat, what are you doing?"

he yelled at her.

"Husband..."

she almost choked up...

Through her blurry eyes, Yi Wen saw the brat's embarrassed state, completely like a child who had done something naughty. Years ago, he broke someone's window while playing soccer, and when he raided someone's chicken coop at night, he was in this embarrassing state.

He couldn't hold back any longer; if he did, things would get out of control. This was about enough, he thought.

"What are you doing, girl, pulling me like this?"

He stopped and pulled her hand back.

"You two were just doing acrobatics, weren't you? You were practically one with the scenery! I finally understand, you dragged us here just to act out this animalistic instinct in Eden? Isn't that right? Girl

, you tell me." He chuckled as he spoke. She kicked the ground, splashing water onto Liang, even comically splashing a puddle across his already lifeless manhood.

Her expression softened; looking at his face, she playfully reached for his bathrobe. He tried to escape, but she snatched it away, wrapping it around her naked body.

"Um, that…"

he pointed to her clothes.

He pointed to her pocket; she felt for cigarettes and a lighter.

Poor Yi Wen had come in intending to watch the fight, but things had turned out this way.

She handed him a cigarette, lit it herself, and then gave him the lighter.

"Now it's all right,"

he exhaled a long puff.

She wrapped herself tightly, and seeing him like this, she felt much more at ease.

"All right?"

"Now it's fair,"

he said.

"Fair what?"

She playfully kicked his foot.

"One in front, one in back, each has their own destiny,"

he said, his tone malicious, but his expression becoming more relaxed.

"Ugh, so annoying."

She reached out and pinched him.

Liang, who had been staring blankly, finally lit a cigarette, grinned, and looked incredibly embarrassed.

The place was so strange, like a zoo, suffocating.

"Don't beat around the bush with your tongue,"

she muttered, blushing.

"Does it sound harsh to you?"

He then adopted a relaxed and teasing tone, chuckled, and continued,

"The air's bad, and my mood's bad too. I'm going out to drown my sorrows in alcohol..."

He really went out. She wanted to follow, but, feeling a bit reluctant and embarrassed, Liang leaned awkwardly against the wooden tub, his feet hesitating.

He went out, and the door closed again.

The atmosphere became even more awkward between the two of them. She covered her face with her hands for a long time.

"You're crazy, why did you think of... that perverted thing..."

"It's okay."

He reached out and squeezed her shoulder. He felt guilty, but he felt he should take responsibility. He had indeed gone too far, and the responsibility was entirely his.

"It's okay,"

she comforted him.

"He's just being awkward... He's wanted to before... but never once, because I always refused."

He stared at her, a surge of indescribable emotion welling up inside him. No matter what, if there had to be any punishment, it absolutely couldn't fall on her, he thought guiltily.

"I'll go out first,"

he said.

"No, go soak a little longer, I'll go out first..."

she said.

He lay down on the tatami mat in the inner room, even pulling out all the bedding from the closet, forgetting his earlier talk of drinking.

She walked over with light, quick steps, strangely, even walking on the fine Japanese tatami mat, she seemed like a Japanese girl.

He turned his back to her, and she sat down, leaning against him...

"Are you angry?" He

didn't move.

"I know you're angry,"

she whispered, burying her cheek against his back. Actually, Helan was a woman who was extremely bad at acting coquettishly in front of men; this was practically all Yi Wen had used before, and it was usually the most effective tactic when there were conflicts.

He turned around, pressing the blanket down between them, creating a clear separation between them.

He blew a breath towards her.

"What's that smell?"

"The smell of alcohol,"

she said.

"The alcohol's turned sour."

"Yes, it's turned into vinegar, it smells sour,"

she interrupted.

"How could that happen?"

he asked.

He looked very serious, and Helan's heart skipped a beat. She could tell he was really hurt; his eyes were red.

"I don't know, honey, do you want to hear the truth?"

She reached across the barrier to hug him, but he stopped her.

"The truth?"

"I didn't know you cared so much... If I had known, I definitely wouldn't..."

"How do you know I don't care?"

he said angrily.

"The truth is, it happened before..."

She saw his eyebrows twitch several times, and she felt a little panicked, but she still decided to explain clearly without hiding anything.

So, she recounted the whole process, starting from the last time, in detail.

"Ugh, you brat, you're driving me crazy..."

Yi Wen sighed, reaching across the barrier to pull her into a tight hug.

"I'm sorry... I really didn't expect this..."

She was sincere, her eyes truly brimming with tears.

"You silly girl, didn't I... ask for it too..."

"But you only mentioned it casually, who knew you men were so... perverted."

She buried her face in his arms, grumbling.

"So, you little brat, you made a serious suggestion?"

He was still jealous.

"Get lost, stop thinking nonsense."

"What did it mean?"

He tenderly touched the spot they were discussing, and she felt shy and embarrassed but couldn't pull away.

"There was no suggestion at all,"

she said.

"Oh, so you just went straight for it?"

"Disgusting,"

she muttered playfully.

He was probing and digging there, and He Lan could actually tolerate it. Yi Wen felt uneasy. Before, whenever he touched that spot, she would always twist and turn to get away, but now she could accept it. Was it because she felt embarrassed? Was it because she felt guilty? Or had his body already adapted?

His fingertips explored there, but his entire palm was completely covering her private parts. He could feel that his palm was completely soaked with her juices, and he could feel that those juices were strange. He felt a soreness and didn't want his brain cells to think, so he pressed down hard...

"You brat, you...aren't you afraid of playing to death?"

He didn't stop for a moment inside and began to move. The extremely slippery feeling made him unable to help but cry out. That strange feeling was almost killing him. He couldn't remember if he had ever done anything so filthy before. In the past, she would always scream and run to the bathroom to take a shower before she would continue. This time, however, she had unintentionally given him such an opportunity. Since it was already like this, Helan simply let go and didn't care about anything else.

"Honey...were you really angry just now? I know you were very angry."

"Ahem, never mind...you brat."

He completely threw off the covers and angrily tore at her tightly wrapped bathrobe. Her upper body was still mostly inside the bathrobe, and in the struggle, he managed to pull the clothes off from head to toe, not even bothering to untie the belt.

When Liang quietly opened the bathroom door, the couple were locked in a naked lovemaking session. This scene surprised him slightly but also relieved him a little. He stood at the door, unsure whether to go in or back out, feeling awkward and afraid of making any noise that might disturb them.

In all these years, this was actually the first time he had paid close attention to their lovemaking, which made him feel even more guilty. He thought about how he had always played the protagonist, which was completely wrong. Yi Wen must have felt very bad, although he couldn't fully understand Yi Wen's feelings, since he shouldn't be the protagonist.

But his usual carefree and self-centered attitude must have put Yi Wen in a complex situation filled with mixed feelings. Looking at them, Liang was ultimately grateful that he had been alone for the past few years; otherwise, perhaps today's situation would have happened years earlier.

The couple were so engrossed in their relationship that it made him feel a pang of sadness. Thinking about how this hot body had just succumbed to his conquest, he felt a little better.

His thrusting wasn't very fast, but it was a familiar way for them. Although her eyes were closed, her expression was one of satisfaction. Her legs were raised high and wrapped around his waist, a position Liang couldn't quite recall ever having done to himself.

He stared at her swaying breasts, her nipples erect and full as if about to burst. With each thrust, she would whimper. From this angle, he couldn't see below her body, but he still watched intently.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes, as if she knew Liang was there. She looked at him immediately, her gaze unwavering. Her lips were tightly closed, no longer uttering moans, but a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, almost imperceptible.

Liang felt a pang of discomfort. Regardless, he sensed a hint of resignation in her voice. Although he knew Yi Wen was a good person and wouldn't make things difficult for He Lan, he felt the blame should fall entirely on him. He hesitated, then retreated into the bathroom…

Whether it was due to what had happened earlier or something else, Yi Wen's performance had been somewhat extraordinary. He was somewhat satisfied with his stamina, but still prepared to end the battle.

He hummed and quickened his pace, asking quietly in between,

"What's that brat doing in there? Hehe, not writing a self-criticism, is he?"

He Lan couldn't keep up with his rhythm. She had originally wanted to say she'd come out earlier to peek, but then swallowed her words, only sobbing as she retorted,

"Why would I write a self-criticism? I didn't do anything wrong."

"What do you mean you didn't do anything wrong? He was just messing around and that's not wrong?"

"Get lost! What did he do?"

she protested coyly. She knew that when he started rambling, it meant he was about to finish. She focused, preparing herself to respond to him and experience a peak of pleasure.

However, a sudden thought made her laugh playfully, her face flushing red. She lowered her raised legs and squeezed them tightly together, preventing him from continuing...

"Hmm..."

Yi Wen was a little confused.

She pushed him with her hands, quite forcefully, forcing Yi Wen to roll off.

She glanced at him, her playful expression leaving him puzzled for a moment.

She turned around, then leaned back, her body forming an arch. Yi Wen finally understood, his excitement rising again. He moved closer, rubbing her wetness, feeling surprisingly excited.

When he leaned in, he was like a clueless child, and after two or three attempts, He Lan reached out and grasped him, following the slippery surface... During the squeeze, Yi Wen began to moan, and finally succeeded... He even cursed fiercely.

"This little brat!"

"Oh... what are you doing, husband..."

She held onto his legs, somewhat fearful and ready to push him away at any moment, after all, this kind of behavior was still in kindergarten for her.

"That little brat's just stealing."

He held his breath, finally letting out a long sigh...

"Ugh, what did he steal from you...?"

"What else? He stole my wife, of course."

He finally came up with this corny phrase.

She felt a little more comfortable, and her body began to relax.

"Didn't you stir things up yourself?" "

Stirring things up at the front is fine, but why did he have to stir things up at the back?"

"Ugh, so ugh."

Helan cursed, shaking his leg, signaling him to start moving...

Yi Wen was still a little worried.

"Are you sure you can handle it?"

She chuckled, but was still touched.

"Go ahead and move..."

The tightness inside was unprecedented, the burning sensation was also unprecedented. Yi Wen looked down at himself moving in and out, carefully feeling the gradual relaxation inside, but he himself became tighter and tighter, extremely tense. Finally, he threw his love and pity for his beloved wife to the back of his mind and went wild (up), but at the same time, he was completely defeated...

She sat up, covering her body with her hands, and bent over to look at him, making him feel embarrassed. He understood her gaze; she was asking how it felt, and also, she didn't want him to get so nervous and jealous. That was her meaning, and Yi Wen understood.

The longer she stared at him, the more embarrassed he felt. He pushed her away, chuckling and cursing,

"Get away from me, you slut! Do whatever you want, I don't care anymore!"

She pressed against him relentlessly, especially her wetness against him. Yi Wen dreaded this. He had a strange quirk: after he finished, he felt uncomfortable with her wetness against him for a while. It was his Achilles' heel, often used by her to get back at him, and now she used it again. He could only beg for mercy. After

a while, she whispered,

"Honey, I'm going to wash up inside?"

"Yeah, go ahead."

He was in his usual refractory period, too lazy to speak or move.

"Aren't you afraid there might be a thief in there?"

"You slut, I can't be bothered with you. Let me catch my breath."

He chuckled dismissively.

Helan breathed a sigh of relief, somewhat pleased that her husband's temper had finally subsided. She had wanted to explain to him that today had been strange; she had originally intended to confront the guy inside, which was why she had let him act so recklessly. While it wasn't that she was being overly calculating, at least they hadn't been so perfectly in sync.

She planned to tell Yiwen that today's topic was about changing their relationship somewhat, that Liang should at least have his own life. That was it.

She felt a little regretful; Yiwen seemed half-asleep, and she didn't have a chance to say it. If she had, he might have understood a little.

Whatever, at least her husband wasn't angry anymore. She comforted herself, stood up, clutched her body, and swayed as she went into the bathroom…

She had been feeling drowsy, but sensing Helan's presence, she suddenly woke up, her eyes wide open, staring intently at the ceiling.

She hadn't expected this to happen today; it was truly unexpected.

Having lived together for over a decade, the usual routine of married life inevitably includes a few playful moments. He remembered repeatedly trying to seduce Helan in this way.

Back then, they were probably still in school, and she was much more innocent than she is now. Whenever he coaxed her about it, she would practically jump out of bed and run away, the scene almost identical to a scene of being sexually assaulted in a movie. Once, she even grabbed her blanket and escaped to the next room to sleep, locking the door tightly.

But today, things had turned out this way. Although he was somewhat satisfied with his performance today—at least he hadn't acted too aggressively—he figured they could clearly see his resentment. He didn't think it was petty or abnormal; even if it were done that way, shouldn't it be done in front of everyone?

Although he thought this way, he knew it was absolutely impossible. After all, Helan would avoid such a situation like the plague, and besides, the humiliation she felt in a three-on-one setting would never allow her to do it this way.

No matter how he thought about it, he felt uneasy and couldn't understand it. He seemed to have talked about that brat on the phone a few days ago, about his marriage, and how he strongly agreed to matchmaking with that doctor. He'd

been inside for several minutes with no movement, and his unease grew. He knew that brat was actually very stubborn; if he got too emotional, the brat would definitely break down and feel incredibly guilty. "Damn it," he thought angrily, "knowing this, how dare he do anything?"

He also wondered if this wasn't the first time, or even the second, or countless times.

Thinking like this, his anger flared.

Of course, he wasn't just angry at Liang; Helan bore more responsibility. Although the situation was different in front of him and with that brat—sometimes the past had eased his restraint—this suddenness was completely beyond his capacity to handle.

He looked for cigarettes, but couldn't find them. Could he have left them in the bathroom when he went in earlier?

After careful recollection, it took him a while to recover somewhat from his bad mood. Mainly, he considered that they might come out soon, and the tense situation was making things difficult to manage. He tried his best to adjust his emotions.

He recalled that before, after the three of them had been together, when they returned to the room and continued their intimacy, he had indeed jokingly teased her about it, saying it was a bit of a pity, that she still had resources to utilize, and that it was a waste to let them go.

He remembered saying it, but couldn't recall Helan's expression when he said it. His head throbbed slightly.

One thing was certain: at least when he said it, her reaction was definitely not as intense as before.

Did this mean? They had already… He felt his headache suddenly worsen, throbbing and aching…

Inside, it wasn't easy either.

When Helan went in, she saw him sitting in the pool, lost in thought, looking lonely and isolated. She was busy cleaning herself and didn't go inside, going straight to the shower. She turned the water very cold, the icy temperature giving her goosebumps, and her brain instantly felt heavy.

Unlike the initial infatuation with Liang, halfway through their encounter, a thought suddenly popped into her mind.

Although this wasn't the first time, it had happened when Yi Wen wasn't present. This time was different; Yi Wen was right there. If this was a form of intimacy, then Yi Wen should have the most right to enjoy it. But as a strange pleasure surged through her body and spread around her, she lost herself and couldn't think straight…

Washing herself off, she felt regret, or perhaps anger, at her past foolishness. If this was a method, then it should be considered one. Why had she kept herself closed off to Yi Wen for so long? Conversely, if Yi Wen had already given himself to her earlier, today's embarrassment and Yi Wen's anger wouldn't have happened, or at least wouldn't have been so severe. After rinsing

, she wrapped herself tightly in her clothes and walked to the edge of the pool, forcing a smile.

"What are you doing, standing there like that? Your skin will get all wrinkled from soaking!"

He also forced an awkward smile.

"I went too far; no wonder he's angry." "

Of course you went too far,"

she joked, forcing a smile.

"How could you not be angry if your master's unused items were stolen by robbers?"

"You... have never done this before?"

Liang was shocked. He had thought Helan's reaction the first time was purely out of modesty.

Heavens, Liang felt like he'd been struck by lightning.

He felt like he was about to slide into the pool, too shocked to support himself.

"You..."

she gasped softly, reaching out to pull him up, but instead of pulling him, she nearly fell into the pool herself, soaking most of her bathrobe.

"Get up, are you going to hide here forever?"

she whispered.

"Just dry yourself off and come out, you're much better now, you won't be so stingy."

She comforted him, though she herself felt no guilt, but that was all she could do to persuade him to come up.

She watched him dry himself, this strong body of a man who had brought her so much pleasure. If their fate ended now, what remained would be enough to cherish for a lifetime. Thinking of this, a little melancholy welled up in her eyes. She took the towel from his hand and dried his back.

He hesitated for a moment, then seemed to have made up his mind to leave.

"Wait,"

she said, stopping him.

She threw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly, thinking that if Yi Wen couldn't come to his senses, this would be their last embrace…

He held her close, for only two or three seconds, then kissed her forehead lightly, almost sacredly. He Lan felt a chill run down her spine.

He left.

Left alone, He Lan suddenly lacked the courage to go out herself.

What would happen outside?

Her heart was racing, her mind unsettled. Seeing Yi Wen's cigarettes in the sink, she frantically pulled one out, clumsily lit it, and took a large, seemingly practiced puff—it even looked quite professional. It seemed the scenes in movies and TV shows where the first time someone smokes, they cough violently, were just imaginations. This thought inexplicably popped into her head.

It wasn't as awkward as she'd imagined. Liang went out, and Yi Wen smiled, moving a little further inside. But Liang didn't seem to understand, saying,

"I'll boil some water,"

and walked past him.

After a while, he finished and came back.

"It's so boring, I don't know what to say, I went too far..."

He didn't see the expression on his face, but Yi Wen sensed the weight of his words. This brat had already gone to great lengths; he'd never said anything like this before.

He sat up and took a breath.

"What are you saying? Where's the cigarette? Where did you put it?"

"Cigarette, I didn't bring any. Oh, yours?"

Liang searched the outer room but couldn't find it.

"Oh, it might be in the bathroom."

"What are you saying? Like a girl."

Yi Wen said.

"Really..."

he said.

"Okay, okay. Stop talking, go get the cigarette, it's definitely in there."

He went into the bathroom and froze at the sight.

He Lan was actually smoking a cigarette.

He felt a pang of heartache, but there was nothing he could do. He didn't say anything, just pinched her shoulder.

"I want a cigarette."

She grinned, took a drag of the cigarette.

"Doesn't it look good?"

If it weren't for the circumstances today, seeing He Lan acting so frivolously, Liang would have thought she was crazy. But at this moment, he only felt a pang of sadness.

"Make sure you don't choke, here's a lighter."

She handed him the lighter she was holding in her other hand. He went out, and she stubbed out the rest of her cigarette and followed him out.

He Lan went outside, and suddenly felt her eyes welling up with tears. Without warning, she quickly looked up and went straight through the inner room to the outside. She lingered by the television for a while, until she felt better and normal, before returning inside.

The two men inside were also watching TV, smoking and looking silly. She went in, sat cross-legged, found the remote next to Yi Wen, and turned off the TV.

"I want one too," she said

, reaching out to Yi Wen for a cigarette.

"Are you crazy?" Yi Wen said. "Who's crazy? I just smoked one," she said. Yi Wen was a little surprised, letting her take the cigarette from his hand and pretending to light it. This time, however, he choked and coughed for a long time. The two men didn't know what to say. "Why are you showing off?" Yi Wen complained. Tears welled up in her eyes, swirling in her sockets… Yi Wen was at a loss. Tears were normal for women, but for He Lan, they were precious. In Yi Wen's memory, she had only shed tears when her son was a child, during a time when a nurse, lacking skill, had pricked his forehead seven, eight, even ten times and couldn't find his pulse. He tried to take her hand, but she shook him off, stood up, and walked out of the inner room. Yi Wen suddenly felt ridiculous. "Everything was fine, but because of that… thing, it's…almost chaotic…" When she returned, He Lan was carrying several cans of beer! It was unprecedented for her to bring these things over on her own initiative. She placed them by the doorframe of the inner room, then turned back to look for the light switch. This mood wasn't suited to such bright lighting. Suddenly, she remembered that the room's light switch was ridiculously voice-activated. At first, she found it amusing, but now she loathed it and was too lazy to look for it, much less make any silly noises to dim the light at this moment. Back in the inner room, she closed the door, instantly silencing the outside world with a hazy glow. She moved closer to them, sitting against the wall. The air conditioning was a bit chilly; after sweating profusely, she felt icy cold. The beer was ice-cold, and she wasn't sure if she could finish it. She opened the beers one by one, handing one to her husband first, then to him to pass to Liang. She smiled. "I've never offered you guys drinks before, this is the first time." She then tilted her head back and took a large gulp. Yi Wen let her rant, feeling a tickle in his heart, unsure whether to stop her or comfort her. "Husband," she called, reaching for the half-smoked cigarette in his hand. Let her rant if she wants to. Yi Wen gave her the cigarette. She took it and puffed away. During this time, Liang, of course, was restless, staring blankly at He Lan's performance, feeling particularly uncomfortable. Normally, he would down a can of beer in one gulp, but now he held it woodenly in his hand. Because the door was closed, the air conditioner in the room was even more powerful, and I almost got goosebumps. Among the three of us, Yi Wen, although shirtless, was covered by a blanket, making him much more resistant to the cold than the others who were wearing bathrobes. He kicked the blanket off with his leg and covered her legs under it as well. "It's too cold, we'll get sick from the cold. The temperature drops, we'll all become mute," he said. No one agreed, and his joke failed. Bored, Yi Wen reached for the remote control and turned on the TV, but He Lan snatched it away and turned it off. He put down the can he was holding, stood up, spread the blanket out completely, sat down, crawled under the blanket, and leaned against the wall. As a result, Liang could also curl up in the warmth of the blanket. She held out her hand. "Palm and back of hand!" They had played this game before, but now it was unclear what she was up to. "You brat, what are you doing?" Yi Wen said. "Come on, let's talk about it when you get here." At the same time, she kicked Liang under the blanket. "Come on!" Before counting down one, two, three, she explained the rules. Everyone held out their hands, palms facing up or backs of hands facing up. The last person standing was the loser . "It's like children playing house," Helan said. "The loser has two choices: drink or play truth or dare."

His wife, probably trying to lighten the mood, which suited Yi Wen perfectly, didn't want things to get too dull, so she chimed in.

"I understand drinking, what does 'second choice' mean?"

She was close to him, giving him a playful nudge.

"Haven't you seen TV? It's where the winner asks questions, and the loser has to tell the truth, the absolute truth. To participate, you have to agree to this rule."

"Hehe, I'll just drink, I agree,"

Yi Wen said with a laugh.

Liang grinned, shaking the beer in his other hand.

One, two, three.

Both palms up, Yi Wen's palm down, he lost.

"First or second?"

He Lan nodded and smiled.

Without a word, he tilted his head back and chugged it down. There's a rule: half a can.

Continue.

One, two, three, same result.

Continue.

One can finished.

"Open another can, let's play again,"

he said.

Yi Wen lost again.

A little annoyed, sensing something fishy was going on, but without evidence, he couldn't speculate. The beer was ice-cold, and he'd downed a can in two or three minutes, feeling a slight apprehension. So, he timidly asked,

"What's the second choice?"

"The second choice?"

He Lan asked seriously.

Guessing it was a bit difficult, Yi Wen backed down.

"Still drinking, tilt your head back and finish half."

Next, it was Liang's turn.

"The second one,"

he mumbled before the question could even be asked.

He Lan was a little surprised, paused, and looked at Yi Wen.

"Honey, I want a cigarette."

"What the hell? Addicted on your first time?"

He took out a cigarette, lit it, and handed her the ashtray.

He Lan took a puff, glanced at the two of them, and said, word by word,

"It's obvious everyone's uncomfortable today. What are you thinking?"

They were both stunned; neither of them expected her to pull this stunt.

He stood there awkwardly for a while, shaking his beer.

"Drink."

"No, I've already backed out, I have to drink the whole bottle."

The question was too difficult; the loser didn't even try to bargain and finished the whole bottle instantly. "

Interesting," Yi Wen thought smugly, but he wasn't sure who would be next, and a sense of dread crept in.

Next up was Yi Wen. Knowing the situation, he obediently downed half a bottle without a word.

He Lan glanced at the two of them with a mocking look.

"Looks like people willing to tell the truth are still rare. No wonder people say there's a crisis of trust in this society."

"You brat, what are you talking about? He wants to drink, so why are you interfering? Right?"

Yi Wen shamelessly tried to get Liang to join him.

He chuckled, offering no reply. The game

continued.

What was bound to happen eventually happened. This time, the loser's hand landed squarely on He Lan's shoulders. The two perennial losers perked up and sat up straight.

"I choose two,"

she said.

Wen and Liang involuntarily sat up straight, each with their own questions, but under Helan's intense and anxious gaze, they both became somewhat embarrassed.

"Alright, girl, you go first. After that, no one is allowed to joke around and cheat for drinks anymore. You have to tell the truth, spill out all your secrets,"

Yi Wen said.

"Should I speak or you?"

Helan mocked sarcastically.

"Hehe, you brat, are you so arrogant? Good leader, speak first."

"Maybe, maybe it's because we're so familiar that we don't stand on ceremony. Actually, it's quite boring for me to say what I'm about to say in a serious tone."

She glanced at Yi Wen.

"Actually, needless to say, the source of today's unhappiness is definitely me."

She squeezed Yi Wen's hand, carefully took the cigarette from his fingers, and took a puff.

Yi Wen stared at his wife, strangely admiring her hesitant manner. Her slow speech made him a little impatient, but her quick take-it-all opening made him feel a little ashamed. He let out a long breath, leaned back against the small cabinet, and waited for her next words.

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