【My Wife is Naughty】(1-14) Author w149343397

Author: w149343397
Total Words: 34562
Published: 2013/9/17 on: Sex Bar
Chapter 1
My beloved wife was born to be my wife; she is my cousin. Some might ask, how can close
relatives marry these days? Let me explain in detail.
I live in a medium-sized city in central China. I grew up in Chengguan Town, where my family is all located.
My wife's grandmother and my maternal grandfather were siblings.
Yes, my wife and I are cousins, and we were betrothed as children. I've known she was
my wife since I can remember. I still vaguely remember the first time I saw her. I was about five or six years old, a
mischievous little boy in preschool. That day, my mother said to me, "Little Tiger (my nickname), come with me to see your little sister." I asked where the little
sister was, and my mother took me to my cousin's house. That day was my wife's one-month celebration. 　　I saw her in
her cradle (a bamboo and wooden cradle, about a meter long and half a meter wide, rarely seen nowadays). She lay there, pink and tender. I don't know 　　why, but I still clearly remember my reaction. I leaned down and kissed her, and the little baby giggled. 　　I kissed her constantly all day, sang kindergarten songs, and danced kindergarten dances to play with her. 　　I asked my mother, "What's her name?" My mother said, "She doesn't have a name yet. Your maternal grandfather will 　　name her when she's 100 days old." This was necessary, because my maternal grandfather also named me. He was a 　　well-known cultured man in our hometown, serving as the principal of the town's middle school for nearly twenty years. By the way, my name is Qin 　　Feng. Feng sounds like "abundant" in Chinese, and it means "red." My grandfather naturally hoped that our family would prosper and have a prosperous life! 　　At that time, the adults all surrounded us. I don't know if it was my aunt or some other auntie who asked me, "Xiaohu, 　　how about I let you have your little sister as your wife?" At that time, I didn't quite understand the word "wife," but I knew it was a good 　　thing, so I nodded in agreement. 　　As she gradually grew up, I had a little shadow following me around. Of course, she also had a name: Yating! My grandfather named her 　　that, of course, hoping she would grow up to be a quiet and beautiful girl. From childhood to adulthood, Yating was the most attached to me. Since 　　our families didn't live far apart, we slept in the same bed many, many times, until I went to junior high school. I remember 　　when the whole family sent me off to study in the city, Yating chased after the bus, crying very sadly, and I was sad for a long time too. 　　Yating officially became my fiancée when I graduated from university, at the age of twenty-one, and Yating was sixteen. 　　On that day, all the relatives gathered together, happily and enthusiastically blessing us. Amidst 　　the cheers of my relatives, I formally kissed Yating. Hehe, although I had already secretly kissed her before. That whole day, 　　Yating's face was flushed, and she didn't say much, but I knew she was very happy. 　　Then came the long wait—waiting for her to graduate high school, and then university! 　　Our wedding day was so lively, there were people everywhere, people I knew and people I didn't. My mind was a mess 　　, my heart was pounding. Grandpa specially hired a bright red wedding sedan chair, which was carried all the way to the main hall before being unloaded. 　　The moment Yating stepped out of the sedan chair, my heart almost jumped out of my chest. Her delicate, fair face 　　had a shy smile on her lips. I trembled as I helped her out of the sedan chair, knowing that she would hold me tightly for the rest of my life! 　　The tedious wedding ceremony finally ended, and after much effort to get rid of the noisy relatives and friends, the sky gradually 　　darkened. Relatives left one after another. My mother, in our new room, told me not to let Yating suffer 　　any grievances, and I naturally agreed wholeheartedly. My mother left the room with a satisfied smile. 　　It was completely dark when we smiled at each other in our brightly lit new house. No words were needed. My little 　　wife threw herself into my arms, and I held her tightly, kissing her sweetly and passionately until she felt like a lump of soft 　　clay. I vigorously removed her clothes, caressing her passionately, kissing her naked body from her forehead 　　to her toes. After gently entering her tender, tight virgin vagina, I kissed away the sweet 　　tears in her eyes while thrusting impulsively until I ejaculated endlessly into her body! 　　The sweetness of our marriage needs no further explanation. A year later, our baby was born, a lovely girl. The parents 　　' joy was indescribable. We didn't need to worry about anything with our little one. As my mother said, our task was simply 　　to work hard for our baby; we didn't need to worry about anything at home. 　　Thanks to our parents, we worked hard for several years without any distractions. We both did well in our respective jobs, 　　bought a car, and last year, with the help of our elders, we purchased 　　a two-story villa with a small garden and garage in a beautiful riverside community in the city center. As Yating said, if our house were in one of those bustling 　　big cities, it would make everyone envious! 　　Those wonderful memories are truly the source of my happiness. 　　Some unexpected things happen. It was the summer of 2006. I 　　was in a good mood that day. The company had an unexpected overtime work session on the weekend, but the work that was supposed to be finished in the afternoon was 　　completed before 11 a.m. thanks to everyone's enthusiastic work. After saying goodbye to my boss and colleagues, I drove to a 　　small shop that Yating liked and bought some of her favorite snacks. I happily drove home, hoping to give her a 　　little surprise! 　　I didn't honk the horn, parked the car, took out my keys, and opened the door. Yating wasn't on the first floor; I only heard 　　her giggling laughter coming from the second floor. Who was she chatting with? I wondered if it was her, my cousins, or perhaps 　　her two best friends? 　　Hehe, I'd go scare them! I put the snacks on the coffee table and tiptoed upstairs. The sound 　　came from the study. I leaned closer and, through the slightly ajar door, caught a glimpse of Yating's back. She was sitting in 　　front of the computer. I thought to myself, "Oh, so she's online." 　　She was wearing pajamas, her left leg stretched out on the floor, her right leg curled up in the swivel chair, her left hand on 　　the headset, her right holding the microphone. Her focused expression left me speechless for a while, until she said, "What 　　? It's not that dramatic!" followed by a burst of giggles. 　　I felt a little nervous—what was going on? Who was Yating chatting with, making her so happy? I wanted to call out 　　to her, but a sense of unease lingered in my heart; I didn't know what I was worried about.

Like an idiot, I retreated downstairs, grabbed some snacks from the coffee table, opened the front door, and shouted, "
Tingting, I'm home! Tingting, are you home?" About a minute or two later, Tingting answered. I
stood at the door, thinking: She's turning off the computer! I was incredibly curious—who was she chatting with?!
Tingting happily ran downstairs, jumped on me, hugged my neck tightly, and laughed joyfully, "Brother
's back! Why so early today? Didn't you say it would be this afternoon?"
Looking at Tingting's joyful face, I couldn't help but inwardly scold myself for my insecurity! I hugged her and
kissed her bright red lips, laughing, "Finished your work? Come back and be with my little
darling!"
Ya-ting happily took the pastries from my hand, overjoyed, "Brother, take a rest for a bit, I'll make you
something delicious, ah, my favorite peach shortbread, thank you, brother."
Watching Ya-ting run to the kitchen, I sat on the sofa in the living room, loosened my tie, and let out a long sigh,
casting aside the slight unpleasantness in my mind! Five minutes later, my lunch was served, haha, egg noodles
! Just as I expected, this is the only thing Ting-ting can make! I took the noodles and devoured them, while Ya-
ting sat next to me, resting her chin on her hands, watching me eat the noodles she made intently!
After quickly finishing the noodles, I leaned back and sighed, "So delicious!" I stroked my chin, pretending to ponder,
"Hmm, we're full. What should we do now?"
Tingting giggled, took the bowls and chopsticks, and went to the kitchen, saying with a smile, "Brother, you can do whatever you want
." I quickly followed, snatched the bowl from her hand, rinsed it haphazardly at the sink, and tossed it aside.
I hugged her slender waist tightly and exclaimed, "Now that we're full, we definitely have to do *that*!"
Tingting giggled, "To do *that*, we have to take a nice bath first. Brother, go take a shower." I called
to her to shower together, and dragged Tingting into the bathroom. While quickly stripping off my own clothes, I untied Ya
Ting's sash. Ya Ting dodged my advances, reached for the showerhead, and saw my erect penis. She
grabbed it, saying, "You little rascal, can't even behave in a shower."
Her grab sent a rush of blood through me. I quickly rinsed myself off, picked up Ya Ting, and hurried upstairs to
the bedroom. I tossed the soaking wet Ya Ting onto the bed, and I pounced
on her, equally wet. I kissed her lips
passionately, my tongue exploring her pearly white teeth. "Mmm..." Ya Ting responded without hesitation, her lips enveloping my tongue, as if she were sucking on a penis , playing
with the foreign object invading her mouth. My hands began to wander, sliding from her shoulders to her chest, my palms
kneading her firm breasts.
My kisses continued downwards, pausing briefly between Ya Ting's legs before continuing down to her
toes. I cupped her ankle in one hand and held her arch with the other, lifting her exquisitely crafted foot and bringing it close to
my face. "How about I kiss your little feet first?"
Ya-ting smiled lazily. "You have a foot fetish!"
"Who told you to be so charming? I don't just have a foot fetish; there are many other parts of your body I adore."
There's no such thing as too much flattery, and besides, I wasn't lying. As I spoke, I started from her heel, gently kissing and licking it,
even gently biting it a few times with my teeth. The soles of her feet were so sensitive that just a kiss made her giggle,
while I indulged in a thorough fondling of her toes.
I took Ya-ting's toes into my mouth one by one, gently sucking on her pearly toes, and slipping my tongue
between her toes, which smelled of fresh soap. "Mmm..." Ya-ting looked at my every move, her face showing a complicated expression,
and said, "Brother... it's been so long... since you licked me like this... it feels so strange..."
"Doesn't it feel good?" I got up and lay on her chest, reaching my hands to her breasts again. Yating's fair skin
gradually turned pink, transforming from a flat area at the base of her neck into two gently rising mounds. The skin on her breasts
was like solidified cream. I suddenly exclaimed, "So white and tender, it looks very nutritious."
"Hehe..." Yating laughed, her tender breasts trembling slightly. "Baby wants to nurse?"
Although she was lying flat on the bed, her breasts only lost a little
height due to expanding towards her sides, but became even rounder. A shallow cleavage was still visible between her breasts. One advantage of lying on her back like this was that
the outline of Yating's breasts looked particularly rounded. Near the center, the fair skin gradually turned into a tender pink
. I carefully admired these two buds. Yating's areolas were about the size of a one-yuan coin, and in the very center of the areolas
were cherry-like nipples, standing erect on the breasts. Ya-ting was clearly already excited, because
although her nipples hadn't been directly touched, they were already erect, tempting me to almost immediately
"suck" them.
I reached out my left hand and gently stroked Ya-ting's flat abdomen, slowly circling upwards from her navel, gradually approaching
the bottom of her breasts. She gently closed her eyes, her chest rising and falling deeply. I brought my mouth close to her ear:
"Little sister, are you already wet?"
Ya-ting, with her eyes closed, simply nodded. "Mmm..." The sudden soft moan came as I teased
her delicate left nipple with the tip of my tongue, slowly licking it while gently breathing warm air onto it.
At the same time, my right hand lifted her right breast, deliberately avoiding touching the nipple, but kneading her plump mound. Those tender breasts, almost
melting to the touch yet brimming with elasticity, swayed with my caresses.
"Mmm... Brother... don't... hmph... just teasing me... ha... mmm..." Ya-ting complained about my roundabout tactics, but
I still suppressed my impulse and continued to slowly massage her right breast with similar techniques.
"Ya-ting, little sister..." I gently sucked on her nipple with my lips, then whispered in her ear, "
How about I suck your pretty nipples like this?"
"Mmm... okay... mmm..." Ya-ting answered weakly.
My hand, which was kneading her breasts, then moved down her body, gliding over her smooth, flat abdomen. When
my fingers approached Ya-ting's lower abdomen, she let out a soft moan, her whole body trembling slightly. But I didn't
immediately invade her mons pubis. Instead, I repeatedly moved along the inside of her rounded thighs, gently stroking her smooth...
Her smooth, tender skin made Ya-ting speak in a slightly hoarse, trembling voice, "Brother...don't...tease me anymore
...um...I'm...so wet..."
I moved to her lower abdomen like lightning, and just as I was about to bring my lips to her honey pot, Ya-ting reflexively
clamped my head between her thighs. I wrapped my arms around Ya-ting's thighs that were clamping my head, so that my fingers
could be placed on her mons pubis, parting her plump labia. My tongue was covered with Ya-ting's warm
, slightly salty, and glistening love juice, and I pressed it firmly against her clitoris, teasing her rapidly, making her tremble.
My fingers went further, placing them on her soft, hot petals, parting them to expose the pink
inner walls. Except for the pale brown flesh-colored outer edge of her labia minora, the inside of her moist vulva was a tender pink, with her tiny urethral
opening barely visible. The other opening, though not much larger, was clearly the busiest
center of activity within Ya-ting's vagina. Her vaginal opening was slightly obscured by fleshy folds, but these folds were parted and slightly protruding
—my masterpiece from years ago! The remnant of Ya-ting's hymen! Due to arousal and engorgement, Ya-ting's vaginal opening was particularly
tight, yet that tiny opening opened and closed slightly, with clear, colorless fluid constantly overflowing.
"Brother...come in...!" Ya-ting cried out plaintively. I looked up and saw Ya-ting's little face. Her brows
were tightly furrowed, as if she was about to cry. My heart tightened, and I couldn't bear to tease her anymore. I quickly knelt between her
legs: "Little sister, hold your brother's penis and help me go in."
Ya-ting couldn't wait to put her right hand between her legs and gently pinched the middle of my penis with her index and middle fingers, pressing
the glans firmly against her clitoris. I then thrust forward and slowly inserted the glans into Ya-ting's narrow
vagina. Ya-ting closed her eyes, her face showing both distress and pleasure: "Brother, ah... husband
... um..."
I had long since given up on my desire to thrust, and with Ya-ting's encouragement, I began
to thrust forcefully and without restraint as soon as I entered, pulling my penis almost entirely out with each stroke, then quickly pushing it back into Ya-ting's hungry honey
hole. The intense movements and waves of pleasure made me gasp for breath: "Um... Ya... Ya-ting
... is this... comfortable?"
"Yes... yes... comfortable... harder... brother, thrust... harder... ah..." Ya-ting began to drift into a daze.
Her snow-white breasts trembled with my thrusts, and soon her inner thighs were reddened by my impact.
The fine downy hair between her mons pubis was wet with the lustful fluids I brought out, and her tender labia minora
opened and closed with my thrusts, making a "slurping" sound. Honestly, such a strong visual would make me surrender prematurely
and ejaculate, so I tried to distract myself: "Ya Ting... um... why... why
... do you want me... to... thrust... hard..."
"Because... because... I... really want... brother... um... to fuck me... love..." Ya
Ting, who started to speak incoherently, propped herself up and looked at me with unfocused eyes.
God! Hearing such words made my lust even stronger. I looked at Ya Ting's two white and
tender breasts hanging between her arms, bouncing with the rhythm of my thrusts. I resignedly thought that I was probably destined to ejaculate prematurely
. I increased the rhythm of my thrusts while reaching out to support Ya Ting's breasts with both hands, letting her
nipples rub back and forth against my palms. Her nipples were still so erect and swollen like two ripe cherries
. Ya-ting lay back down, trying to raise her buttocks high to meet my thrusts. My rapid thrusting and
the abundant flow from Ya-ting's honey pot created a light, rhythmic "splattering" sound, interspersed with
the sound of my scrotum slapping against her anus. Whenever a soft "slap slap" sound came out, Ya-ting would let out a particularly loud
moan: "Mmm...ah..." I guess I touched her G-spot near her clitoris!
Ya-ting's slender fingers gripped the sheets tightly, her pretty face pressed against the bed: "Ah...it's...so deep...
yes...yes...harder...my...little...hole...is so...so swollen...ah..." My hands supported
the point where her waist and hips met, my upper body upright as I thrust my hips in and out with all my might: "Sis...um...you...you're too tight...I...
can't...take...it..."
Ya-ting's hot fluid kept overflowing, her moans drawn out in long, high-pitched sounds. She frowned tightly,
her small mouth open: "Oh...oh..." Then her cries suddenly turned into rapid, short cries: "Ah...brother
...baby...ah...ya...ya..." The tightening of her honeyed passage made me realize: Ya-ting had actually come before me
!
Unable to control myself, I desperately made my final sprint: "Ah...Ya Ting, little sister...I...I'm going to...cum
..."
After the climax, Ya Ting, who had been shouting loudly, was panting and could only make
"hmm...hmm..." sounds with my thrusts. But as soon as she heard that I was about to ejaculate, she raised her head and looked at me with a charming smile
: "...Brother, brother...baby...cum for me...good girl...cum inside little sister's...little hole..."
"Ugh..." I thrust hard a few more times, stopped moving, and buried my penis deep into Ya Ting's small, warm, and wet
passage, my extremely hard penis swelling in waves.
"That's right... um... I feel it... ah... brother... yes... just like that... shoot it all into me... shoot it inside me
..."
As thick semen gushed into the depths of Ya-ting's vagina, I couldn't help but tremble slightly, my thighs
twitching slightly. I gritted my teeth, moaning in rhythm with my ejaculation: "Um... um..."
"Ah... brother... you shot so much..."
"Um... you... you're... sucking inside..." Indeed, I felt Ya-ting's vagina contracting rhythmically!
I wrapped my arms around Ya-ting's slender waist, pressing my face against her chest. Although my penis had ejaculated inside her vagina,
it remained semi-erect, unwilling to withdraw. A happy smile rippled across Ya-ting's face. She gently cupped my
face, lowered her head, and kissed me tenderly: "Brother, do you know? I really love you."
I closed my eyes, enjoying my wife's warm embrace and deep kiss. Hearing her say that, my heart warmed
. I propped myself up on my arms, trying to get up. Ya-ting stopped me, gently patting the back of my head: "Don't move, be
good!" I rested my head on her breast, slowly kissing her nipple, and soon yawned. I tried my best
to stay awake, but unconsciously drifted into a daze, falling into a hazy sleep, holding her tightly.
While gazing at my wife, I couldn't even remember what I was dreaming about...
Chapter 2
After an unknown amount of time, I heard a woman's voice softly calling, "Husband... Brother..." Confirming it was Ya
Ting calling me, my consciousness gradually cleared: "Hmm... What is it? What time is it?"
"It seems like it's almost afternoon," Ya Ting murmured sweetly, "Brother, I need to pee..."
"Oh..." I reluctantly propped myself up, only then realizing that I had actually been
sleeping on Ya Ting's chest, and that my penis was still hard, making a "pop" sound as it withdrew from her vagina
, with a trace of fluid still clinging to the tip of my glans at the entrance.
"Mmm...it's so uncomfortable, you're crushing me!" Ya-ting complained as she sat up next to me. She stretched out her slender
fingers and grasped my penis. "You're up to no good, you've been inside me for so long..."
I ran my fingers through her hair. "Eh...didn't you want to go to the toilet?"
Ya-ting nestled against my chest and said in a sweet voice, "Brother, my whole body is numb, it's all because of you
. I don't want to move."
"Ah? Then...do you want me to carry you to the toilet?"
Ya-ting looked at me with a charming expression. "Please?" That look reminded me of how she
used to be so charming when she was little, always making me dizzy with her charm. Since she'd even used her seductive eyes, what else could I
say? I got off the bed and walked to the edge of the bed next to Ya-ting. I reached out and pulled her into my arms. Ya-ting wrapped her arms around
my neck and gently pressed her face against my chest.
I went to the bathroom and slowly bent my legs. Luckily, Ya-ting was quite light, and it didn't take much effort for me
to hug her and squat beside the sink, her buttocks sandwiched between my spread thighs, suspended just
above the basin. My penis was now erect, pressing against Ya-ting's anus. Ya-ting cooperated by spreading her legs, and
suddenly a stream of water gushed out from between her legs, warm urine dripping onto my legs. I looked down at Ya-ting
's crotch. Fortunately, the downy hair on her mons pubis was very sparse, and I could clearly see her plump, white labia majora
and petal-like labia minora, revealing the pink flesh inside as she urinated, and that slightly yellowish waterfall of urine,
a warm breath rising from her private parts. The urine gradually weakened, the stream becoming a thin trickle,
and the point of impact in the basin was no longer so far, finally becoming intermittent. Only when I felt her legs straining
would a drop of urine be squeezed out, and finally, there was no sound at all.
Watching Ya-ting urinate through her tender little hole aroused me immensely. My penis, which hadn't gone soft, was now
even more erect. As I stood up, I deliberately slid the head of my penis forcefully between her legs. "Brother, you're so naughty!"
Ya-ting turned her head and glared at me, reaching for toilet paper.
I was overcome with impulse and suddenly pushed her down, supporting her supple buttocks
. I squatted down and pressed my face against her crotch from behind. "What are you doing... ah... ya..." By the time Ya-ting realized what I was doing, it was
too late to stop me. My lips were already kissing the petals between her buttocks. Ya-ting squeezed her legs together and tried to push
my head away, but her resistance was weak: "Brother... don't do this... I hate it... it's so... so dirty..."
I didn't care about the dirtiness. I stuck out my tongue and teased her tender labia, instantly finding the crevice between the petals
and skillfully slipping my tongue inside, stirring it around.
"Ah...no...no...pee...can't eat...ah...ah..." Ya-ting protested, but her body went limp
, letting me enjoy her snowy buttocks. I didn't care about whether it was edible or not; Ya-ting's genitals only had a faint
smell of urine. The taste I tasted with my tongue, while not exactly sweet, was no less than nectar to me.
As my tongue explored the crevice, the taste inside Ya-ting's body changed to a familiar flavor.
The temperature in her soft vulva gradually rose, and she let out muffled moans: "No...don't...lick anymore
...oh...oh...it's...my...pee...ah...ah..."
I lifted my head, stood up, and mischievously slapped her snowy buttocks: "There's no more pee,
what's that wet liquid inside now?" Ya-ting shook her head shyly: "I don't know!" I chuckled, one
hand holding her buttocks, the other holding my penis, and eagerly thrust into her!
"Ah!" Ya-ting cried out softly, quickly placing her hands on the edge of the basin to steady herself. Having taken a nap, my energy
was incredibly high, and my stamina was nearing its peak. What followed was a series of powerful, pounding thrusts, my lower abdomen slapping against Ya-
ting's pink, pert buttocks with a resounding thud. This onslaught made the already dazed Ya-ting even more disoriented. She placed her right
hand between my lower abdomen and her buttocks, offering slight resistance and moaning, "Brother, be gentle! I
...I can't...it's too...fast!"
Hearing this, I slowed my pace slightly, but not at all, maintaining my strength, pulling my entire penis to the entrance each time before
forcefully thrusting it in again. Each time, I vaguely felt the head of my penis hitting something soft yet firm, round and slippery
! I knew that must be her cervix, the so-called "flower core"!
"Ah... Brother... so... so cruel, Ya... Ya Ting is going to... going to... be... killed by you... ah
... ah..." Each deep thrust brought Ya Ting a painful yet pleasurable moan. I gripped her waist and hips
, pushing forward with both hands as I pulled out, and pulling back forcefully as I thrust in. I looked down at the point where the two were tightly joined, and a
beautiful sight made me dizzy with desire. It turned out that with each of my thrusts, Ya Ting's plump, round, snowy buttocks
would ripple with waves of flesh! I couldn't help but slow down, pausing slightly after pulling out my penis, waiting for
the trembling on Ya Ting's buttocks to stop, before thrusting in forcefully. Sure enough! A wave of snowy white flesh rippled out, quite a
beautiful sight!
I paused my thrusting, trying to suppress the intense pleasure. He leaned down and pressed against Ya-ting's back, his hands reaching forward to
grasp her firm breasts, giggling, "Ting-ting, your butt is amazing, so wavy,
bigger than the waves of the ocean!"
"Mmm..." Ya-ting swayed her hips, coquettishly retorting, "What? It's not that exaggerated!"
I froze, my heart tightening. This was exactly the same tone and manner Ya-ting had used when she was talking to someone earlier!
A sudden, inexplicable restlessness surged within me. I squeezed Ya-ting's breasts hard with both hands, straightening up silently. "
Who? Who is it?" I screamed inwardly.
A soft, coquettish voice reached my ears: "Brother, move a little." She swayed her hips as she spoke.
My inner turmoil transformed into rage! I roared, "I'll fuck you to death, fuck you to death, you little slut!" I unleashed
the full power of my waist and legs, increasing both speed and force to their peak! The rapid and heavy thrusts caused
Ya Ting to immediately begin babbling incoherently: "Ah...brother...ah...you're going to...you're going to...Ya Ting...ah...kill me
...I'm going to die...ah ah..."
I felt my penis was so hard it felt like it was about to explode, I wanted nothing more than to shove both balls into Ya Ting's cunt!
Waves of intense pleasure assaulted me. This attack lasted less than five minutes before I delivered
the final blow, plunging in hard, my glans pressing firmly against Ya Ting's cervix, and scalding semen
erupted violently.
"Ah...ah..." Almost at the same time as I climaxed, Ya-ting screamed, straightening her upper body, wrapping her arms around
my waist, and pressing her snowy buttocks firmly against my lower abdomen. Her body trembled, and her vagina writhed
and squeezed violently, as if trying to squeeze every last drop of fluid from my penis!
The prolonged and intense orgasm almost made Ya-ting collapse to the ground, but luckily I caught her from behind. After my orgasm, it felt
as if I had released all my unpleasant feelings into Ya-ting's honey pot, and my mood calmed down. I couldn't help but blame myself
for having doubts about my treasure. I held Ya-ting tightly for a long time!
Afterwards, we took a shower, dressed properly, and went out for dinner. Since we didn't have to work the next day, we called some
friends to go to karaoke, and didn't go home until almost midnight.
But that night, I had many dreams. Some were of evil spirits chasing me, while others showed Ya-ting looking at me with a sneer,
holding hands with a man whose face I couldn't see, and walking away from me! I woke up in the middle of the night, covered in cold sweat! In the dim light, I looked
at Tingting sleeping soundly beside me, my heart churning. I reminded myself, I absolutely cannot let Tingting leave me. I
must do something. What should I do? I asked myself.
The next morning, I made up my mind. I lied and said there was a small matter at work that I needed to handle.
I told Yating to go back to her hometown and pick up our lovely little Wenwen. I promised to come home at noon, and then
the three of us would go out for a good time. Yating, hearing that she was the one picking up our precious daughter, naturally
agreed readily, ate a quick breakfast, and hurriedly left.
I drove to the company, because I'm a cautious person and generally don't want to
overlook anything. When the colleagues on duty at the company greeted me and asked what was wrong, I replied that it was just a small matter.
I stayed at the company for less than half an hour before returning home. I guessed that Yating was already at her parents' house,
so I quickly turned on the computer and logged into Yating's QQ. Yating chats with about five or six people regularly.
Aside from her close friends and colleagues, I found the guy she chats with the most. His profile says he's from Suzhou/Hangzhou, male
, 24 years old, and his online name is "Oath." Of course, most online information is unreliable.
I looked through Yating's chat history with this person; it mostly revolved around movies, music, food, and travel
. Perhaps because much of it was voice chat, the records were fragmented and not very comprehensive. However, I gathered
some information: Yating's conversations with this person weren't too overtly provocative; there weren't any explicit statements. However, "Oath
" used some rather flirtatious language, but Yating didn't respond.
While this low-level action reassured me somewhat, one particular statement from "Oath" stuck in my throat.
He said, "Your face is the most beautiful I've ever seen, pure and white.
Of all the girls I've ever met, your heart is the most flawless, yes, you are so pure. And your figure,
the most perfect curves I've ever seen, especially your breasts, perfectly sized, round and perky. Your beauty haunts my dreams
, I truly envy your husband for having such a perfect wife!"
I shut down the computer, feeling a tightness in my chest, and slammed my fist on the table. I went downstairs and collapsed onto the living room sofa,
taking long, deep breaths, trying to calm myself. I kept reassuring myself: This is a good thing, someone
appreciates your wife, which means she is indeed very outstanding, you should be happy! Ugh! Still a
bit of a tightness in my chest!
I shook my head, trying not to think about it anymore, and took out my phone to call Yating, telling her I was home
and asking if Wenwen had picked up. Yating told me she and the baby would be there soon, and told me to get ready,
we were going to take the baby out for a big meal and lots of fun.
We had a great time playing with Wenwen that day, especially with Yating, the big kid, and Wenwen
, the little one—they were practically running around like crazy. We didn't drive Wenwen to her parents' house until almost dusk.
For a while afterward, I paid special attention to Yating's behavior and secretly checked her chat history a few times,
but I didn't find anything out of the ordinary, so I gradually forgot about it.
Time flew by, and it was the end of 2006. Before New Year's Day, my workplace organized an annual party. It was called an annual party, but it was really just an excuse for everyone to get together after a year of hard work and have a meal at company expense. 　　Unmarried
colleagues went alone, while most married ones brought their spouses. 　　I also brought Yating, and the party was very enjoyable! Haha! I was happy to drink too, because I 　　had already received my year-end bonus—a full 50,000 yuan! Of course, Yating couldn't drink alcohol; I needed her to drive me home. But she 　　couldn't resist the toasts from the leaders and colleagues, so she drank a glass of red wine, which didn't bother her. To be honest 　　, I was quite dizzy when I got home . Yating helped me wash up, and after the initial excitement, I fell asleep very quickly and soundly. 　　I was woken up in the middle of the night by the urge to urinate. Sleep had largely dispelled the effects of the alcohol. Actually, I rarely get up at night 　　because my urinary system is very healthy. But today I drank quite a lot, I don't even know how much baijiu and beer 　　. I got up to pee, but found Yating wasn't beside me. I was a little surprised. Did she need to pee too? But 　　I didn't see her in the bathroom. I finished urinating. When I left the bedroom, I noticed the study light was on. I was a little 　　surprised again. What was Yating up to? 　　I tiptoed over. The study door was a crack open. I peeked through the crack and saw 　　a gust of warm air blowing out. Hmm, the heating was on. I saw Yating sitting in front of the computer, wearing headphones. I...

A surge of anger welled up inside me for no reason, but I didn't say a word. I gently pushed the door open a crack to continue observing.
Tingting was wearing a nightgown. I remembered this nightgown; I had bought it for her when I went to Shanghai on a business trip. It was silk
, the kind that was very sexy! But the nightgown wasn't completely on Tingting now. The collar had slipped down quite
a bit, and from where I was, I could see almost half of her back. Only the left side was draped over her left elbow, while the right side had completely
slipped down to her right wrist! I stared blankly at Tingting's back, not knowing what to do. I didn't
know what was going on in the front of her nightgown. If the straps were tied, then she wasn't completely exposed. If… I
didn't dare to think about it!
But then something terrifying happened. Tingting chuckled softly and said,
"See? See? I'm scared of you. You're just like a little kid!" Then she slowly pulled her hands back. Oh no! Oh no!
The nightgown had completely slipped down to her waist, meaning that Tingting's upper body was now completely
naked!
I was furious. I yelled, "What are you doing?" and stormed in. Ya-ting jumped up in fright
, even snapping her headset cord. I looked at the computer screen and saw a young man
reaching out in terror on the video feed before it cut off. Looking at Ya-ting again, she was frantically pulling at her pajamas, but
she couldn't get them on properly, her large, white breasts swaying wildly! It was as if she was mocking me for being a fool
! An idiot! Incompetent!
I rushed over and slapped her hard across the face, yelling, "Shameless!" Ya-ting immediately covered her face and squatted on the ground,
sobbing.
I really didn't know what to do. Should I keep hitting her? Should I yell at her? I was speechless. After a few seconds of silence, I turned
and left.
Because Ya-ting hadn't dressed me in pajamas when she washed me, and I was still wearing thermal underwear,
I hastily pulled on my pants, grabbed my down jacket, and rushed out the door. Ya-ting rushed out from behind, crying and calling
my name. But I ignored her, ran straight to the car, started it, and sped away!
After leaving, I called my best friend and classmate, A-Jian. A-Jian answered and mumbled, "Who is this?"
I yelled, "It's me, Qin Feng! Get out here! I want to drink. I'll be at your door in three minutes!" Then
I hung up. When I arrived at A-Jian's house, he was standing at the door, putting on a winter coat. I opened
the passenger door and pushed it open forcefully: "Get in!"
A-Jian, seeing the situation was bad, quickly ran over and got in the car. A-Jian's wife was also standing at the door watching, asking,
"What's wrong?" I didn't say anything, slammed on the gas, and the car sped onto the road. Ah Jian hurriedly grabbed the car window,
terrified, "Hey, hey, what's going on? Brother Feng, don't get me into trouble!"
I ignored him and drove to the only bar in the city that stayed open all night. I went inside and sat
down at the bar. "Hey, two drinks, the strongest, please!" The bartender yawned and came over, bringing us two glasses of vodka
. I picked up the glass, tilted my head back, and downed it. The strong liquor made me cough violently, and tears streamed down my face
!
Ah Jian quickly patted my back and asked, "Ah Feng, what happened? Tell me, bro
, I have some advice for you. Don't hurt yourself like this. Think of Tingting, she'll be heartbroken if you do this."
"Don't mention that woman! Hey, pour me another drink!" I roared. The bartender came over and poured me
another drink.
Ah Jian was silent for a long time before finally saying, "I think I understand. This has to do with Ya Ting. But you have to understand,
you and your husband are the happiest couple in our eyes. I don't know what happened between you, or
what could possibly make you so out of control. But what you need now is reason, not to
numb yourself with alcohol."
I looked at Ah Jian without speaking, raised my glass, but Ah Jian stopped me, shouting, "Hey Qin,
don't go too far! It's two in the morning! You woke me up from my warm bed, which means you consider me a true
brother, so I won't blame you. But your silence is disrespectful. If you don't
explain yourself, I'll have to go back!"
"She got up in the middle of the night to video chat with someone!" I squeezed out those words through gritted teeth.
"Uh!" Ah Jian paused for a moment, then laughed, "What's so special about that? I mean, do you know my girlfriend
? She's added countless handsome guys on QQ, and sometimes they chat all night long. Yours is something else entirely
..."
I interrupted him, spitting out two words: "Nude chat!"
"Ah! This!" Ah Jian was stunned. "What the hell is going on? Let me think, let me think about it properly
. Hey, don't drink yet..." Ah Jian grabbed my hand, but picked up his glass and took a swig, swallowing
the wine before uttering a single word: "Fuck!"
We both fell silent. After a long while, Ah Jian sighed, "Ah Feng, I want to ask you something." I looked
at him, and Ah Jian looked at me too, saying, "I'm asking you, you and Ya Ting... did you ever date?"
I was a little confused and continued to look at him blankly. Ah Jian moved his chair closer to me and continued,
"Ah Feng, I don't think this is as serious as you think. Those involved are often blinded, while bystanders
see things clearly. Let me tell you, to us outsiders, you two seem like a perfect couple, but have you ever considered
whether your relationship with Ya Ting, from childhood until now, is really what you think it is? Have you ever thought about Ya Ting? Are you sure you
know what she's thinking?"
Seeing my confused expression, Ah Jian patted my knee and continued, "I just asked you, have you ever
truly been in a relationship with Ya Ting? I think you yourself don't even know. I'll ask you one more question, and you must answer me…"
"...Do you think, do you think Yating still loves you? Think carefully before you answer me."
I hesitated for a moment: "Yes, I think so..."
A-Jian slapped his thigh hard (my thigh, of course): "Then that settles it! Do you know
how much you're hurting Yating right now? Do you know how lost and helpless she is now that you've run out like this?" Seeing my hesitation
, A-Jian stood up and smacked the back of my head: "Idiot, Yating loves you. She just hasn't been
in a relationship before. Think about it!" After saying that, A-Jian wrapped his winter coat tighter: "It's fucking cold today, I'm leaving."
"You idiot, go back and comfort your wife. I need to go back too, let my wife warm me up, it's fucking
cold!" After taking a few steps, he turned back and said, "You don't need to see me off, I'll take a taxi back. Damn! I give up!"
Chapter 3
Ah Jian left me behind and went on his way. To be honest, that slap brought me back to my senses a little
. I sat on the stool, holding my wine glass but not drinking. Ah Jian's words kept echoing in my mind: "Idiot,
Ya Ting loves you. She's just never been in a relationship before. Think about it! Idiot, Ya Ting loves you
. She's just never been in a relationship before. Think about it! Idiot, Ya Ting loves you. She's just
never been in a relationship before. Think about it!"
After a long while, I jumped up, threw down two hundred-yuan bills, and quickly ran out and jumped into the car. The car
started speeding away again, but this time it was heading towards home. Along the way, my memories of Tingting and me from childhood
replayed in my mind like a movie. I knew I had made a huge mistake. Just like A-Jian said, I
hadn't paid enough attention to Y-Ting. It wasn't that I didn't love her, but that loving her so much that I forgot I wasn't just Tingting
's brother; I was also her husband. Tingting wasn't just my wife and sister; she was a woman! Women
need more than just food and clothing; what they need most is a man's care and love!
Home, our home, "I'm here, Tingting!" I cried out in my heart! I was terrified, afraid I wouldn't find
Y-Ting when I got home. But I was lucky; I saw the living room light was still on. The car screeched to a halt in front of the house. I pushed open the car door and scrambled towards the gate. The door 　　suddenly opened when
I was less than five meters away , and there it was—Ya-Ting! She was waiting for me at home!
I lunged forward, pulling Tingting
into my arms, almost bursting into tears. I choked out, "Tingting, I'm sorry, I was wrong. Don't leave me!"
Ya Ting hugged me tightly back, as if trying to meld into my body, sobbing uncontrollably
, "No, it's my fault, Tingting... I'm a bad woman, brother... you can hit me... you can scold me
, just please don't leave me... I'm all alone, I'm so scared! I'm afraid I'll never see you again!"
I held Ya Ting tightly, kissing her weeping lips, then slammed the door shut. I picked Ya Ting up and
rushed to the sofa, laying her down across it, continuing to kiss her. Ya Ting's tears flowed freely, and she kissed me back passionately
. I cupped Tingting's face in my hands, gently comforting her, "Don't cry, good Tingting, don't cry. I shouldn't have hit you.
It's because I haven't cared for you enough. I'll love and cherish you more from now on. Don't cry, my sweet little sister."
We nestled together, embracing and kissing. I kept apologizing to her and blaming myself
…
This incident served as a wake-up call. I pulled my attention away from work and became extra attentive
to Yating. But to my dismay, Yating didn't seem to have escaped the shadow of that day. The happy, lively, and
well-behaved Yating of the past seemed to have vanished. Now, Yating has become timid, as if she carries a deep-seated inferiority complex
. Every time I accompany her shopping or bring her a rose after work, she acts as if she's
overwhelmed with gratitude. Moreover, Yating treats me with a fawning attitude. She
no longer lets me do any housework and often studies cooking recipes. Every time I come home from work, she stands
by the door smiling and saying, "Welcome home!" Then she helps me with my purse and slippers.
She treats the study as a forbidden zone; I haven't seen her go there since that day. And to show that she's completely broken with the past, Yating
even changed her phone number.
I'm deeply distressed and feel guilty about this, but I don't know what to do. All I can do is treat
her better. Several times I've tried to talk to her about these things, and she just becomes more submissive and humble.
I know Yating isn't unable to let go of that man; she just feels guilty towards me, which is why she's acting this way.
This situation can't continue, or I'll go crazy. I'm also afraid Yating will suddenly break down one day.
I posted for help on some relationship forums, and netizens were very helpful, offering advice. Some said I should be more
considerate, while others disagreed and said I should be more assertive. I'm grateful for their advice, but it's all bad
. Wouldn't doing it this way just make things worse?
Just when I was incredibly troubled, a female netizen sent me an email saying: "Such a simple
problem, you lousy men always complicate it. It's so simple! She just hasn't been in a relationship before!
Just let her have a proper relationship!"
Seeing this email, my eyes lit up. I immediately contacted this netizen to ask her for advice on what I should do.
Unexpectedly, she replied, "How would I know what to do? This kind of problem is for you men to figure out." Seeing
this reply, I was both amused and exasperated, but I still thought deeply about her idea. Yes, Ya-ting
has never been in a relationship before, right? Let her have a proper relationship!
However, it's impossible for me to date Ya-ting; we know each other too well, it's impossible for us to develop
that romantic feeling. What should I do? Where can I find a man who can create feelings for Ya-ting
? I racked my brains, and suddenly thought of someone—that man, Shi Yan! Although I disliked him
, I had to admit he was the most suitable candidate. But I needed to understand him first, so I decided to
talk to him and observe him. I found him on QQ, using the username "Su Hang Shi Yan," among many other users with the username "Shi Yan
." I then messaged him, telling him who I was and leaving my phone number, asking him to
contact me after seeing the message.
Three days later, I received a call from him. After being notified, he repeatedly apologized, stating that he absolutely had no
intention of interfering. I told him that I wasn't calling to blame him, and we had a long talk. I told him about Ya-
ting's current situation, and he expressed his concern and willingness to do something to help us. I didn't tell
him my true intentions for the time being; I just left Ya-ting's phone number and asked him to help me counsel her. He enthusiastically
said he was very willing.
However, the next morning, I received another call from him. He said he kept dialing the number, but Ya-ting was completely unresponsive.
He didn't answer, and later simply turned off his phone. After much deliberation, I decided to meet him, and he readily agreed, saying he would
come right away. Around 3 PM, I picked him up at the highway exit in a
BMW 3 Series. I led him to a quiet teahouse. After he got out of the car, I carefully looked him over. The young man was
indeed handsome, about 175 cm tall, with a great physique, a clean-cut and good-looking face, and a very
approachable demeanor.
We shook hands at the entrance of the teahouse, and he introduced himself: "Hello, brother, my name is Lin Yun, Lin as in forest,
Yun as in cloud."
I nodded: "Qin Feng, Qin as in Qin Dynasty, Feng as in maple leaf, let's go in and have a seat."
We found a private room, ordered a pot of Biluochun tea, and then I asked him to tell me about his family situation. Lin Yun replied
, "There are four people in my family: my parents and my younger sister. My mom works for the government, and my dad owns a small company
."
"Oh, you're quite the playboy," I laughed. "With your looks, you could have girls all over you
. How did you end up having to scam girls on QQ?"
He scratched his head, smiling sheepishly, and said, "Brother Qin, I don't use QQ often. Meeting Sister Ting
online was a complete accident." I couldn't help but ask curiously, "You call her Sister Ting?"
Lin Yun smiled, "Yes, Sister Ting is a year older than me." I nodded, signaling him to continue. Lin Yun lowered his head to recall
for a moment, then looked up: "Let me start from the beginning. It's like this: when I was little, my mom and dad
had a pretty good relationship. I remember my sister and I were very happy back then. But later, my mom's career took off,
and she rose through the ranks, so we saw her much less. My dad used to be a university professor, but he quit his job and
started his own company, so we saw him very little too. My sister and I grew up taking care of each other. Just
last year, my mom introduced me to a girl, the daughter of her boss. When I first met her, I thought she was quite nice, and we
almost got to the point of discussing marriage. But later, a good friend told me that this woman, despite her respectable
appearance, was actually pretending. Her private life was incredibly messy. My friend and I caught
her in the act once, having affairs with a bunch of rich and powerful men.
" Yun paused, took a sip of tea, and said with a wry smile, "I was amazed at the time. I didn't know you could
play like that. It was really... sigh... never mind. Later, I was very depressed, so I went online to pass the time and wanted to find someone to confide in.
That's how I met Sister Ting. She comforted me and gave me advice. We chatted happily, and I gradually discovered that there
are still pure girls like Sister Ting in the world. So, I often chatted with Sister Ting after that." At this point, Lin Yun looked
at me earnestly and said, "Brother Qin, please don't blame Sister Ting. It's all my fault. I was infatuated with her and couldn't extricate
myself, so I did something I was sorry for. It really has nothing to do with Sister Ting. I feel really guilty now.
Brother Qin, I'll do anything you want to make up for my mistake. I'll do anything for you, even if it means going to heaven or hell!"
Hearing this, I roughly understood the whole thing and wondered whether I should tell him. At this moment, I
was also conflicted, but thinking of Yating's current situation, her timidity and sorrow, I gritted my teeth and
made up my mind: "Alright, there's something I need you to do now."
Lin Yun quickly said, "Brother, just tell me, I'll do it right away."
"I want you to date Yating!"
"Ah!" Lin Yun was stunned: "Brother Qin, you, what is this?"
I carefully explained to him my analysis over the past few days, and told him that I had made this decision after
careful consideration, and that I absolutely did not mean to tease him.
Seeing my serious attitude, Lin Yun fell silent, and after a long time, he said, "But, Brother Qin, I'm worried
..."
I dispelled his concerns: "I know what you're worried about. You're afraid that you might ruin our relationship.
You can rest assured, I deeply love Yating, and Yating loves me too. I hope that we can work together to bring
back the happy and lively Yating!" I said finally.
Lin Yun thought for a long time and nodded seriously, "Brother Qin, I'm willing to give it a try."
I smiled, "Okay, I have a plan. The May Day holiday is coming soon, and this is what I'm thinking...
"
On May Day, Ya Ting and I picked up Wenwen and planned to go to the city amusement park as a family.
Only Wenwen could help Ya Ting forget her unpleasant experiences. We had a lot of fun at the amusement park, but then I received
a phone call (actually from Lin Yun). I told Ya Ting that my workplace needed to see me and I had to go immediately.
Ya Ting pouted, "What? Can't you even have a moment's peace on May Day!"
I smiled and comforted her, "It's nothing. You take Wenwen to play first, I'll be there soon
." Ya Ting had no choice but to agree.
I walked a short distance and stopped to observe. A little while later, Lin Yun appeared. Ya Ting was probably startled,
but she immediately picked up Wenwen and turned to leave. Lin Yun quickly followed, bowing and scraping repeatedly, but Ya Ting ignored
him. He carried Wenwen and hurried towards the amusement park gate. I couldn't help but feel anxious, cursing inwardly,
"This kid can't even handle a small matter. He's really all talk and no action."
I had no choice but to go over again and call out, "Tingting, my company notified me... And who is this?"
Lin Yun nodded and bowed, "Brother Qin, hello, I'm Sister Ting's colleague. We just happened to run into each other today."
As soon as he said "Brother Qin," I knew things were going to go wrong. Sure enough, Ya Ting looked at us suspiciously. I quickly changed the subject:
"My company just notified me that there's a short meeting, about an hour. You and Wenwen can play here.
I'll be back to pick you up soon. Don't go anywhere else, just play at the amusement park. Look how happy Wenwen is today."
After I finished speaking, I turned around and left without waiting for Ya Ting's reply, rushing out of the amusement park.
I got out, got in the car, and drove around aimlessly. Now all I could do was wait, hoping Lin Yun would handle things
well. After wandering around for over an hour, I returned to the amusement park and sneaked in.
I found them near a large carousel. Lin Yun was sitting on the carousel with Wenwen, and little Wenwen seemed to be having
a lot of fun. Yating was standing to the side watching them, a slight smile on her face. Seeing this, I felt a little relieved.
I walked over slowly and called out. Ya-ting turned around, saw it was me, and smiled faintly. My heart skipped a beat
; I knew this clever girl must have figured something out. Ya-ting called Wen-wen down, saying her father was here
. When the carousel stopped, Wen-wen happily jumped into my arms, while Lin Yun came over to say goodbye.
Back home, Ya-ting didn't say a word, her face always displaying a faint, almost imperceptible smile. My heart
pounded. After dinner, I fed Wen-wen, then told her a story. Finally, I managed to coax the little darling to sleep
, and I quickly went back to the bedroom.
Ya-ting was lying on her side; I didn't know if she was asleep. I got into bed and lay behind her, hugging her softly, calling,
"Tingting, are you asleep?"
Ya-ting turned her head, her bright eyes looking at me intently. I felt uneasy under her gaze and chuckled awkwardly,
"You're still awake?"
Ya-ting continued to look at me, and after a long while, she said, "What are you two up to?"
I quickly smiled apologetically, "Nothing, we... no, I just wanted to cheer you up."
Ya-ting raised her voice, "Don't do such silly things again, it's ridiculous!" After saying that, she turned
her head away and ignored me. I was silent for a long time, then said softly, "I really just wanted you to be happy.
I... you're crying, Tingting, don't cry." I saw large tears welling up in the corners of Ya-ting's eyes.
Ya-ting sat up, "Are you still doubting me? If death could wash away my sins, I... I'd rather
die!" As she spoke, she covered her cheeks and began to sob.
I panicked immediately and hugged her tightly. "Don't cry, baby, don't cry. I never doubted you. I
just really wanted you to be happy." I pulled her hands away, cupped her tear-streaked face, and kissed away her
tears. I said tenderly, "Look at me, look at my Tingting. I only want you to be happy. All my life,
I've wanted you to be happy. I hope the Ya Ting I know, the happy Ya Ting, can come back,
come back to my side."
Ya Ting stopped crying and looked at me hesitantly, "Then why did you bring him here? What do you want
?"
I gently pinched Ya Ting's upturned nose and laughed, "Him? Which 'him'?"
Ya Ting playfully punched me, "It's... that Lin... Lin Yun."
I hugged Ya Ting tightly and said, "Ya Ting, listen to me. Life has many paths. These
past few months, we've gone astray, onto the wrong path, a path of heartbreak. So I want to correct it. No matter
how many paths lie ahead, I only want to walk the path I believe is right, a path of lifelong happiness."
Ya Ting said blankly, "Brother, what are you saying? I don't understand at all. Just tell me straight,
what do you want to do?"
I kissed her and said, "I want to go back to the past, back to the days before these heartbreaking days."
"What are you saying?" Ya-ting pondered my words carefully, then suddenly widened her eyes. "You want me
... I... what nonsense are you talking about? If you keep this up, I'm really going to get angry!" She turned to the side,
her breath coming in heavy gasps.
"Yes, that's it. I want you to date Lin Yun!"
"You!" These words struck Ya-ting like a thunderbolt. She stared at me intently, her eyes filled with endless confusion.
I held her shoulders and nodded earnestly. "I love you. I'm willing to give everything for you. I want my darling
, my precious Ting-ting, to experience true love, not just brotherly love for sister. I want you to experience
the feeling of being in love. I want you to pursue what a girl truly needs!"
Tears welled up in Ya-ting's eyes again. "Brother... why are you so good to me?"
"Because I love you!" I gently kissed her.
"But that's not fair to you!" Ya-ting shook her head vigorously. "Brother, don't say anymore, I won't agree
."
I hugged her. "I don't want fairness, I just want you to be happy. Your unhappiness is unfair to me."
"But brother..."
"No buts!"
"But..." Tears streamed down her face.
"Don't cry, don't cry!"

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