First time trying a mature woman

"Get up, Mr. Yang, why are you sleeping on the sofa?" It was Dr. Lin who woke me up, her face showing a hint of apology.
"Dr. Lin, you're awake. I'm so sorry, where else would I sleep if not on the sofa? You only have one bed. I was going back, but you were so drunk, I thought I'd give you some water or something. You really can't do without someone. Who knew I'd fall asleep as soon as I sat down? I'm so sorry, I... I swear to President Sun, I didn't do anything to you." I looked outside; it was already broad daylight.
"Aren't you afraid I'll stay with my family? You've got guts." Lin Xinyi said with a smile, a subtle tenderness in her eyes.
"You said you were alone in Beijing, don't you remember?"
"Go wash up, you reek of alcohol. I'll make breakfast." Her expression was like that of a caring wife.
"Oh, thank you, Sister Lin." I even changed my form of address.
After dinner, I wanted to take her to the restaurant to pick up her car, but she said it was Sunday and she would pick it up herself later.
"Sister Lin, should I continue treatment? I really don't want to leave." I probed further.
"Of course, you can come anytime, but I think you have ulterior motives." Lin glanced at me, still smiling inscrutablely.
"What are you talking about? I really came to see a doctor. You don't think I came here just to pick you up, do you?" I took a risky step.
"I didn't say that. You might really have a mental illness. Go on, go on." Lin gently pushed my back. I turned around abruptly, grabbed her hand, and kissed her on the cheek. She stared wide-eyed for a moment, then said shyly, "I knew you had ulterior motives. Go on, go on."
I knew things were pretty much done, and I walked away proudly, leaving her with a tall, imposing figure.
I didn't call Lin for three days. If she called me, it meant there was hope. On the third day, I started to get anxious. To call or not to call, that was the question. Just then, the phone rang. It was Lin. She still couldn't hold back. I secretly rejoiced.
"Mr. Yang... have you been particularly busy these past few days? Why haven't you come to see me?" Her voice was still soft and gentle, and I could feel her laughter on the phone.
"Oh, I'm sorry... Xinyi, I've been quite busy these past few days. How about this, can I come to your house after work today?" I was a little bolder, and my address was more daring, but I was still a little uneasy.
"Oh... well, okay then, I'll wait for you." With the situation settled, I finally felt relieved. I lied to Jingzhu again, and I felt very guilty, but a woman like Lin Xinyi is so rare. If I missed this opportunity, I would regret it for the rest of my life. I'm sorry, Jingzhu. I will make it up to you properly after we're over, I silently said in my heart.
When I appeared in front of Lin, she had actually prepared dinner and was waiting for me. I was both happy and grateful. Jingzhu had never cooked for me before.
"Xinyi, you're so kind. I really don't know what to say. Thank you."
"Go wash your hands."
I gently kissed her, without flinching or surprise, as if we were already friends. After dinner, I didn't mention leaving, and she didn't ask me to leave either. We opened our respective blogs and looked at each other, chatting about topics of interest until around ten o'clock.
"It's time to sleep. Are you going home?" Lin asked.
"I don't want to go home, and I don't want to sleep on the sofa," I started to push my luck. Lin smiled and didn't say anything. I suddenly felt that we had closed the distance between us, and everything seemed to happen naturally.
What followed was nothing out of the ordinary, but strangely, my problem in that area had naturally disappeared, and I performed quite well. Lin's figure was still in good shape, and her style in bed was just like her—moderate, slow, and gentle, with a soothing voice. Even at her most aroused, she had a smile on her face, unlike most women whose faces contort and mouths gape open, as if they were trying to stuff something in for satisfaction. Her overall level of intimacy was comparable to Jingzhu's, but with a different kind of charm. She was also very clean; no matter how tired she was, she would wash the clothes, and she would throw the sheets into the washing machine without hesitation.
"Zi Dong, what a nice name. 'A purple aura rises from the east, a three-foot sword; a faint fragrance wafts, a wisp of soul'—that's where it comes from, isn't it? Zi Dong, why don't you ever ask about my family?" Lin asked, leaning against me after washing up. Not bad, she even knows the origin of my name, and she's more hygienic than Jing Zhu. As a woman, she's almost perfect, but a perfect woman isn't suitable to be a wife. A woman's flaws are what make her adorable. Lin lacks that adorable naiveté that Jing Zhu lacks. A perfect woman is only suitable to be a mistress, or, to put it more politely, a confidante. Lin is beautiful, intelligent, cultured, knowledgeable, and tasteful, but all of this is only for admiration; it can't withstand the test of daily life. Jing Zhu is the woman suitable for living with. I'm so glad I realized this and didn't let her excellence cloud my judgment.
“Xinyi, I think you'll tell me if you feel it's necessary. This is your private matter, and I can't ask. I only know that I like you, and that's enough.”
“My ex-husband is white, a lawyer. We were married for eight years, and we separated because of cultural differences. Our child stayed in the United States. I came to Beijing at Li Wen's urging, originally planning to go back to Taipei. I also thought about finding someone here, but I haven't found the right person. Maybe my standards are too high, or maybe it's just not meant to be.” I started to wonder if she was saying this to me. I had to make things clear to her.
“Xinyi, I don't want to lie to you. I can't give you marriage, but I can give you anything else. If you think I'm lying, I'll leave now and never bother you again.”
“What are you saying? I'm not some naive, foolish girl. Did I ever say I wanted you to marry me? I like your talent, your refinement, your taste, and all the topics we share. That's enough for me, and of course, you're handsome too.” Her words made me seem petty. Wow, I've met my match. I used to think that as a psychologist, she could see through everything. It seems that once a woman falls in love, even a psychologist can be blinded. Psychology can only offer hindsight; it can't predict anything.
"Oh, by the way, did you have your sterilization surgery? I don't like being tied down. I don't mean anything by it, I just didn't want you to forget, and I don't want you to suffer later." I was terrified of Jingzhu's antics; I couldn't afford to make another mistake.
"You, you're so careful. Don't worry, I'm not that vulgar," Lin said with a wry smile. I was relieved.

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