It felt like I had fallen in love once.

The two were restless and preoccupied with their own thoughts the entire way. The underlying ambiguity and anticipation made the atmosphere in the car
tense.
Jiaming was somewhat silent, and Wanyue knew he was unsure of her feelings. She thought she had to be the one to break the ice.
Wanyue opened the door and went inside. After Jiaming followed her in and closed the door, she turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck. The two of them
passionately kissed and entwined, retreating towards the bedroom in an embrace.
As soon as Wanyue lay down on the bed, she pulled Jiaming down to hold her, and reached for his belt.
Jiaming stopped her hand and said, "Honey, please
indulge me." He pulled the blanket over Wanyue's body and whispered in her ear, "Close
your eyes, don't think, just feel, and
relax."
Wanyue didn't know what he wanted to do, but she obediently closed her eyes.
Jiaming slid off the bed and took off Wanyue's shoes. Wanyue's two long, slender legs in stockings hung off the edge of the bed.
Jiaming kissed her from her toes upwards, then rolled up the stockings with his hands, his lips following. He kissed the other leg
, biting the top of her panties, and pulled them down with his hands. He kissed her again, pressing his lips against her genitals, slowly
lifting the blanket, and unhooking her clothes and bra.
Wanyue felt an intense sensation of being stripped naked; goosebumps rose all over her body, just like the first time, only without
the tension and fear.
When Jiaming pressed his mouth against her private parts, she felt a little weak, her mind filled with Jiaming's various gazes—
smiling, concerned, teasing, affectionate—replaying on repeat like scenes from a movie. She stretched out her arms, not wanting to move
at all , wanting only to surrender her body to Jiaming, to let him do as he pleased. She mechanically cooperated with
Jiaming as he took off her clothes and unhooked her bra, her nerves taut at the places Jiaming touched.
She felt as if she were lying in a vast wilderness, with soft, dry grass beneath her, and the spring breeze caressing her
naked body. Wherever Jiaming's hands and lips moved, the sunlight followed, and she stretched
out to welcome the warm rays of sunlight that penetrated to her heart.
Wanyue knew Jiaming's fascination with her body, so she wasn't afraid to expose every inch of her skin, allowing him
to kiss and caress her.
Jiaming's kisses and caresses were all-encompassing, from fingertips to armpits, chest, back, and buttocks. Occasionally, he would lick, kiss, or probe her
sensitive spots, but not linger for long. Wanyue's body would
tremble and twist, as if she had licked a piece of vanilla ice cream, leaving a sweet taste that she could savor while enjoying the caresses
of other parts of her body.
That cycle of tension and relaxation was like the rising tide, surging forward, receding a little, then surging forward again
, receding a little again, only each rise was higher than the last. Her desire was so intense, Wanyue's
lower body was soaking wet, but the climax was still far away, slowly approaching.
Jiaming intently observed Wanyue's reactions, admiring the rhythm of her body, worshipping the perfection of
every inch . He sensed her approaching climax and began to suck on the small clitoris,
gently brushing it with the tip of his tongue. Two fingers of his right hand slid gently inside, his index finger probing downwards, slowly spreading her
anus, squeezing in little by little.
Wanyue was instantly sent soaring high, her legs opening and closing several times before bursting forth with a roar.
Jiaming paused for a moment, withdrew his index finger from her anus, slowly sucked on the small clitoris with his mouth,
and gently pulled his finger out of Wanyue's body again. A sweet, comfortable sensation filled Wanyue's body once more. His
left hand grasped Wanyue's breast, not teasing her, but gently kneading it.
Wanyue felt a surge of pleasure, like the receding tide. With each touch of Jiaming's hand, each suckle, the tide would surge forward,
then slowly recede, then surge again, then slowly recede once more.
She slept sweetly.
She only slept for a short while, but it felt like she had slept all night. When she woke, she found a blanket covering her.
Jiaming was half-reclined on the bed, looking at her. His midsection was also covered by a blanket, the rest of his body naked.
As soon as Jiaming saw her open her eyes, he smiled, leaned down, and kissed her forehead, murmuring in her ear,
"For the past month, I've been waiting for this moment. Oh, actually, it's been more than a month, almost half a lifetime."
Wanyue climbed to the head of the bed, half-reclined beside Jiaming, and said, "Do all your wives
fall ?"
Jiaming shrugged and said, "The sample size is too small to draw conclusions." Then he laughed.
Wanyue lifted the blanket covering Jiaming's lower body. His genitals were wet, but his body was limp.
She looked at Jiaming and asked, "What happened? You came by yourself while I was asleep?"
Jiaming smiled and said, "No, it's because the hormones are down there, and the blood is all over my brain. After a while,
it'll be like this."
Wanyue stuck out her tongue and asked, "How long did you do it to me?"
Jiaming said, "I'm not sure, half an hour? Twenty minutes?"
Wanyue then touched there, rubbing his scrotum. Jiaming groaned, and his body stiffened.
He lifted the blanket covering Wanyue, looking at her slender naked body, his eyes wandering over her breasts and private parts,
and his penis slowly became erect.
Wanyue followed Jiaming's gaze and showed herself, seeing the fiery desire in his eyes, his
erect penis, the bright red head glistening, throbbing rhythmically. She felt satisfied and said with a grin, "Come in,
let me hug him properly."
He held her tightly, moving slowly, carefully exploring inside, as if to savor every millimeter of friction,
or as if to communicate with Wanyue's moist passage through his member.
After resting from her climax, Wanyue's lower body was still full, and with her tightly embraced, a feeling of happiness slowly
crept over her. She let Jiaming move on his own for a while, then used some force inside. Jiaming felt
his lower body suddenly being tightly sucked in. Although Wanyue's insides were slippery, it was a little difficult for him to move in and out, making the friction
pleasure exceptionally intense. After only a few thrusts, his long-held desire was released, and he collapsed onto
Wanyue .
Wanyue wrapped her arms around Jiaming's neck, letting him rest for a while, and teased him in his ear, "You were
so , how come you can't last long now?"
Jiaming took a few breaths and said, "That's because you're too good."
Wanyue said coquettishly, "I'm much better than you, want to try them all?"
Jiaming made an exaggerated face and said, "Wow, look, your pillow is all wet."
Wanyue asked, puzzled, "Why?"
Jiaming said, "I drooled too much."
Wanyue laughed and said, "You're so pathetic. Once you recover and your appetite improves, the food will taste even better."
Jiaming rolled over, and Wanyue rested her head under his armpit, her hand stroking his chest, saying, "You were so amazing
just now . I've never felt this way before. Wu Lei even called you an old scholar, but what kind of
old scholar is that?"
Jiaming said, "With you, of course I'm not an old scholar, I'm a scoundrel."
Wanyue's words were full of charm as she said, "I like scoundrels, and I also like
Jiaming in that little cottage in Morris."
Jiaming hugged Wanyue and said, "Wu Lei has no patience. I was already so desperate, thinking that
my fantasies about sex were impossible to realize, but then I met you. This is truly a rare and precious fate."
Hearing his seriousness, Wanyue kissed his cheek and said, "Do you know that Wu Lei and I
were intimate on our first night together?"
Jiaming exclaimed in surprise: "Really? No wonder Wu Lei was a bit affectionate with you the next day. I thought it was
a little strange, but I didn't think much of it. I thought it was normal for girls to act like that."
Wanyue wanted to pique his interest, so she asked, "Do you want to know how we got intimate?"
Jiaming said, "I'm a lewd guy, just imagine it. Did Wu Lei fall asleep right away?
Did you come on your own?"
Wanyue laughed, "You really know your wife. I was a little tired the first night, and I fell asleep quickly after Wu Lei fell asleep
. But I came on my own the second night."
Jiaming chuckled and said, "So naughty! Were the sheets and duvet cover all wet from you? It's a pity
Wu Lei washed them all, otherwise I would have secretly kept them as souvenirs."
Wanyue said, "Pah, what nonsense are you thinking? How could I be so careless? I don't know
why , maybe I got caught up in my own thoughts, or maybe your reaction aroused me, anyway, I was very emotional that night.
Wu Lei said she would serve me in the morning, but I..." "No, I just wanted to enjoy it all by myself. I never expected that
my wife wouldn't serve me that night, but tonight it's my turn. Compared to you two, I feel like a queen."
Jiaming hugged Wanyue, inhaling the fragrance of her hair, and said, "Of course you're a queen. Want to come to
Morris , and Wu Lei and I will serve you together, making you even more of a queen?"
Wanyue said, "Get lost. Are you trying to make me a queen, or am I just here to entertain you two? Go
ahead fantasize. I prefer you to pamper me slowly by yourself."
Jiaming hugged Wanyue tightly, murmuring, "You're such a charming woman, so irresistible
."
Wanyue said, "Then stay inside, don't pull out."
Jiaming chuckled and said, "You're amazing, even your words are so alluring."
Wanyue said, "Don't you know you're also alluring when you look at people? And it's so subtle,
so subtle. Do you know why I like you? In Morris, on the first night, your eyes..." God is gentle and
caring , like a ray of sunshine, bringing peace and tranquility. I was in a bad mood that day, but your eyes made me
feel relaxed. Also, your eyes were excited, it wasn't all from the alcohol, was it?"
Jiaming said, "It's all because of you. Your sudden appearance really caught my eye."
Wanyue said, "I was a little excited too, plus I was intimate with Wu Lei that night, so I wanted to
flirt with you the next day. I often do that. You seemed very calm, but you still fell for my trick."
Jiaming said, "I didn't! I think I'm perfectly normal. I was a little infatuated, but at least I acted
normally ."
Wanyue chuckled and said, "Still being stubborn. Did you go to the bathroom by yourself during dinner?"
Jiaming was embarrassed and asked, "How did you know?"
Wanyue laughed and said, "Good you! I was just guessing, and you confessed."
Jiaming didn't know what to say, blaming himself for falling for her trick so easily.
Wanyue comforted him, saying, "Okay, don't regret it. I wasn't just teasing you. I went in right after you came out,
and the smell hasn't dissipated yet."
Jiaming was embarrassed, feeling like he was about to collapse from Wanyue's antics, but his heart was overflowing with love.
Jiaming asked, "Why is your area so clean?"
Wanyue asked, "Where?"
Jiaming reached out to feel between Wanyue's buttocks. Wanyue laughed and said, "I'm clean all over."
Then she said seriously, "Because I knew that lewd guy was coming. Since the goal is to be lewd, I
have to be ."
This was actually Wanyue's habit. When she first returned to the country after the victory, she had many opportunities, and she always washed herself very
thoroughly before dates. Later, it became a habit to wash herself before meeting people.
Jiaming knew she was joking, but he didn't understand why. He'd only been trying to flatter
her with a slightly suggestive topic, so he let it go, saying, "I was a little worried you'd laugh when I kissed your armpit."
Wanyue said, "Luckily, you pressed your lips firmly and didn't blow on them. Besides, I felt like I was hypnotized by you from the start;
everything except my intense sexiness went to the back."
They chatted and laughed, then fell asleep.
Chapter
Nine. The next morning, Wanyue woke up first. She looked at Jiaming's sleeping face for a while, then at his body. She thought that although
he wasn't very strong, he had a baby-like fair complexion, and she felt a pang of tenderness. Jiaming had a morning erection, and Wanyue wanted to
touch him, to tease him, but seeing that he was sleeping so well, she refrained.
After getting up, Wanyue made tea and steamed some red bean buns. Jiaming also woke up, and the two ate a simple meal before going to explore
Boston. Wanyue insisted on being a good host. Seeing her so eager, Jiaming couldn't bear to refuse her
. After picking up their luggage from the hotel and registering at the conference venue, the academic conference was officially over.
Throughout the trip, Jiaming wasn't particularly interested in the sights and stories Wanyue described, his eyes glued to her. Seeing
her so excited melted his heart.
While strolling in Boston Common, Wanyue took Jiaming's arm and nestled
close to him. They were a perfect match, a beautiful couple, and
many foreigners passing by smiled at them. Jiaming felt a surge of romantic joy.
Wanyue's attire was the same as on her second day in Morris, except she had her hair down and wore a light touch of
lipstick, sacrificing casualness for a touch of sexiness and allure. Jiaming held Wanyue's slender waist, his heart
churning with happiness, love, and desire.
After lunch in Chinatown, Jiaming said, "Let's go back. I still prefer staying at your place."
Wanyue glanced at him and said, "What are you thinking?" But she agreed anyway.
On the way, Wanyue suggested going to the supermarket to buy lobsters to cook for dinner, but Jiaming objected, saying he wasn't interested in lobsters and
insisted on keeping it simple, saying takeout would be fine.
They went home, turned on the TV, and started watching "If You Are the One," then changed their clothes.
Initially, Wanyue wanted them both to be naked, but Jiaming disagreed, saying, "There's
an episode of 'Seinfeld' where they say a woman's body is a work of art, while a man's body is just for use .
After Seinfeld and his girlfriend each undressed once, he saw his girlfriend as a radiant naked woman, while
his girlfriend saw him as a disgusting hairy man. They couldn't even stay together for a short while,
and eventually broke up."
Wanyue laughed and said, "You don't have any chest hair, what are you afraid of? Your body is quite beautiful, don't be insecure."
Jiaming insisted that only Wanyue should undress. Finally, they compromised, leaving their lower bodies bare while their upper bodies were covered.
The tops of Wanyue's t-shirt and Jiaming's pajamas were both long enough, leaving their lower bodies partially exposed. Jiaming said he liked looking at her like this.
They hugged and cuddled, commenting on the male and female guests on the show, teasing and touching each other
, each secretly hoping to make the other laugh.
Jiaming knew he had no chance against Wanyue, but he still endured it, his erection becoming somewhat half-erect and half-sagging.
Wanyue touched Jiaming's nipple and poked it with her fingernail; he lost control and his penis instantly hardened
. Wanyue laughed, saying, "Good boy, so obedient. I've got you now."
Jiaming was a little embarrassed. Wanyue leaned down and took it into her mouth. Jiaming kept inhaling.
Wanyue said, "Close your eyes." Jiaming obediently closed them.
Wanyue knew Jiaming wouldn't last long like this. She continued to suck and rub herself. Once she
was aroused to the point of ecstasy, she sat on top of him.
Jiaming cupped Wanyue's breasts in his hands, his eyes fixed on her face as if he wanted to devour her
whole .
Wanyue's face flushed from his gaze, so she closed her eyes and, under Jiaming's burning gaze, savored the pleasure
below .
Their climax was fast approaching. Wanyue's movements quickened, and Jiaming, panting, said, "I ca
n't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore, give it to me, give it to me."
Wanyue felt Jiaming throbbing inside her, and with a soft "ha," he ejaculated. Wanyue
immediately followed, releasing her own pleasure. The two slowly collapsed onto the sofa, embracing each other to rest and allow their bodies to calm down.
Wanyue kissed Jiaming gently and said, "I remember when we chatted online, I advised you to have an affair, saying that
several women in the group had multiple accounts following you. You said it wasn't a matter of principle, but rather that you didn't want to hurt others. Now,
haven't already hurt Wu Lei? Did you deliberately break your vow for me?"
Jiaming was silent for a moment, then said, "First of all, generally speaking, there are two kinds of infidelity: good infidelity and bad
infidelity. I'm not interested in bad infidelity, and I have very high standards for good infidelity, which is basically impossible for me.
Take us, for example. If a shallow woman had your body, I might admire her, but I would
n't really ." If a woman as intelligent as you didn't have such an attractive body, then at most we'd just be
good friends who get along well. If Wu Lei hadn't invited you to our house, even if I admired you, it would only be unrequited love.
If I didn't admire you as a person, I wouldn't have had the patience to worship your body. If you weren't
attracted to me, you wouldn't trust me so much, letting me freely use your body. So, all of this is
very difficult. Secondly, I know Wu Lei has cheated on me, and I think it's fair that I cheated once too.
Wanyue, still confused by the previous sentences, jumped up upon hearing the last one, saying,
"You know Wu Lei cheated on you?"
Jiaming exclaimed, "Your hand is on me." Wanyue quickly said sorry.
Jiaming was also surprised and asked, "You know too? How did you know?"
Wanyue said, "It was the first night I went to your house. I saw that she seemed to have a story to tell, but she
was hesitant to say it, so I teased her a little, and she couldn't help but confess everything. She must have thought I would understand her, and she was trying
to get to the point, haha, but I slipped away. So how did you know?"
Jiaming said, "I actually had my suspicions that summer. Every time she came back from tutoring,
how could I hide the radiant look on her face? I was just too lazy to follow up and confirm it. Logically speaking, I should be happy for her that she can find happiness with that French
young man . Everyone has the right to pursue happiness. I can't give her
all the happiness, so if she wants to cheat, let her cheat. I met that boy once, he's quite cute, and I can
imagine what Wu Lei can and can't get from him. I found out about this because I accidentally
saw the French boy on Wu Lei's computer." The email. She was probably reading it, but something distracted her, and she forgot
to close it . The email was right there on the screen, talking about what happened that summer. I was really emotionally overwhelmed, but
I didn't say anything. Wu Lei, as always, didn't notice the change in my emotions those few days.
"It's nothing really," Wanyue said. "I know Wu Lei loves you very much and wants to spend her life with you. Besides, you
've been having an affair with Xiaoman online, all lovey-dovey, you've already cheated on her emotionally."
Jiaming said, "That's different. There's a difference between physical intimacy and intimacy."
Wanyue said, "There are different kinds of physical intimacy. Some of it isn't really intimacy, it's just physical contact
, you don't have to take it so seriously."
Jiaming glanced at her and said, "You're an expert in this area."
Wanyue said with a grin, "You're right."
Jiaming said, "What about us?"
Wanyue said, "We, well, it's not just physical intimacy, it's also here," she pointed to their private parts,
"And here," she pointed to their hearts, "the negative distance."
After a while, Wanyue suggested they find a movie to watch. Jiaming agreed.
Wanyue opened the TV cabinet, and they picked one together. They flipped to *When Harry Met All
*, and Jiaming said he really liked it. Wanyue agreed, suggesting they watch one. Jiaming said to flip through some more.
They found *The Bridge of Madison County*, and Jiaming
scoffed, looking unimpressed. Jiaming continued searching, stopping when he saw *Handsome Young Man*, and said,
"You actually have this? I heard it on the radio so many times when I was little, and I even saw the movie. I especially loved it."
"A song."
Wanyue said, "Really? I specially searched for this song before the internet was so powerful."
Jiaming said, "Let's take this one." Wanyue agreed.
Wanyue put some popcorn in the microwave, and the two of them ate it while listening to the familiar song. A wave of
nostalgia washed over them. They looked at each other, their eyes slightly moist, as if their past
had been connected through this movie, bringing them closer together.
After the movie, Wanyue ordered takeout: two salads and two calones, which they ate cleanly.
The TV switched back to "If You Are the One" as background music. Wanyue was peeling fruit in the kitchen, while Jiaming picked up a book.
Seeing that it was about investment, he flipped through it while glancing at the TV.
Seeing that one of the guests looked familiar, Jiaming said, "Wanyue, come over here quickly, do you think this male guest looks like 'Heart
to Heart'?" "
Heart to Heart" was a pseudonym in the group chat who, for some reason, had posted his own photo. Wanyue
came over and looked, laughing, "It really looks like him. Could it be him?"
Jiaming said, "No, this isn't the North American episode."
Wanyue held a knife in her hand, leaning on the back of the sofa with her elbows to watch the show.
Jiaming glanced at her, his gaze immediately drawn to her. Wanyue's curvaceous figure
was on full display in this movement, her slender waist and almost bare, upturned buttocks drawing a sexy and beautiful arc.
Jiaming said, "Don't move."
He stood up, walked behind Wanyue, and reached out to grab her buttocks. Wanyue then exaggeratedly moaned and
laughed wildly. Jiaming's lust flared up. He lifted Wanyue's t-shirt, and Wanyue tossed aside the knife, stretching out her hands,
causing the t-shirt to arc as Jiaming toss it aside.
Wanyue stood on tiptoe, her legs together, revealing the beautiful rings of her vulva to Jiaming's eyes.
Jiaming groaned and leaned against Wanyue's back, saying, "I can't take it anymore, you're so beautiful, I'm totally mesmerized."
Wanyue put her left leg on the back of the sofa, her right toes pointing
upwards immediately began thrusting.
Wanyue gripped the back of the sofa with both hands, letting Jiaming pound into her. After a while, she slowly turned around, her left leg straddling
Jiaming's left shoulder, then brushing across his cheek, straddling his right shoulder, and then coming down, so they were face to face.
Jiaming hadn't expected Wanyue to be so flexible. He stopped thrusting, savoring the changing pressure inside her,
completely entranced .
Once Wanyue was settled on the back of the sofa, her hands on his neck, Jiaming began thrusting again.
The previous two times Jiaming had reached orgasm quickly, his movements weren't actually that vigorous. This time, the thrusting
was as fierce as an animal's.
Wanyue intentionally reciprocated, using her body, honed from her dance training, to perform difficult moves to please Jiaming. She
performed with abandon, like a dancer on stage, displaying every movement of her body with exquisite beauty. Her pleasure came
not only from Jiaming's thrusting inside her, but also from the dance-like display of her own body.
Jiaming was overwhelmed by the visual, mental, and physical pleasure, responding in unison to Wanyue's movements.
He stopped when Wanyue turned, and thrust when she paused in a position, the two of them like performing a
duet.
Watching the sweat seep from every pore of Wanyue's body, Jiaming felt she was getting too tired
. When Wanyue adjusted to a position where her upper body leaned forward and her hands were on the back of the sofa, he bent down and said to her, "That's enough,
don't tire yourself out."
Wanyue was indeed a little tired, so she bent over, sticking her buttocks out, and gripped the back of the sofa with both hands, resting while responding to
Jiaming's thrusts. Jiaming's eyes roamed up and down Wanyue's back, then he spread her buttocks, watching
himself move in and out of her body, his gaze mingling with her contracting anus. He imagined bending over and kissing her
there in all sorts of ways, and a wave of orgasm washed
over him. Jiaming thrust deeply inside her, ejaculating with unbridled pleasure.
This time, both of them were exhausted, collapsing behind the sofa, unable to move for a long time. Jiaming let Wanyue rest her head on
his lap, gently stroking her hair and face, saying, "Thank you for giving me so much."
Wanyue smiled and said, "Your Majesty, how does it taste?"
Jiaming chuckled and said, "It's perfect in color, aroma, taste, and texture, truly top-notch."
Wanyue teased Jiaming's groin with her hand, saying, "Are you full? Want more?"
Jiaming said, "Yes."
Wanyue raised her head and said, "What? More?"
Jiaming bent down and leaned closer to Wanyue's groin, saying, "I haven't had enough here yet."
Wanyue slapped Jiaming's head and said, "Pah, spare me, it hurts all over."
Jiaming said leisurely, "It's true what they say, 'A thousand cups are too few when drinking with a bosom friend.'"
Wanyue smiled and said, "How so?"
Jiaming said, "I suddenly thought of the relationship between drinking and making love, they're really similar, so I just
remarked ."
Wanyue said, "I'd like to hear more."
Jiaming said slowly, "There's a saying about drinking alone in sorrow. In terms of sex, it's like
using masturbation to drown your sorrows. After masturbating, the sorrow only intensifies." Sorrow. Sometimes, when someone cooks a few dishes, gets emotional,
and has a little wine, it's like having a full sac. After a bath and incense, you masturbate comfortably, and then
sleep soundly. A one-night stand is like drinking with a stranger, big cups and small goblets, getting drunk,
and then nothing but a hangover. Drinking with a kindred spirit, on the other hand, is about chatting, exchanging ideas, and
developing deep feelings—you can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. In terms of sex, that's it…” He said seriously. Pointing to Wanyue, then to himself,
he said, "Only the Heavenly Maiden and Ming."
Wanyue laughed and said, "Go to hell. What about mistresses? What about prostitutes?"
Jiaming scratched his head, thought for a moment, and said, "It's hard to compare."
Wanyue said, "It's still the same."
The two ate fruit, washed up, and lay naked and refreshed on the bed. Wanyue leaned on
Jiaming 's shoulder, half her body pressing against him, one hand caressing his private parts. Jiaming held Wanyue's
breasts in both hands, kneading them occasionally. The passion for sex had faded, but the mutual caressing was still very comfortable.
The light was soft, and the two didn't speak, but the feeling of mutual affection grew longer and longer, as if
they would be like this forever.
Chapter
Ten The next day, the two woke up at almost the same time, looking at each other half-asleep, feeling dazed and unreal.
Thinking of the madness of the past two days, they were both somewhat dazed. Jiaming had to go back in the morning, and the two of them had to face reality.
After getting up, Wanyue cooked porridge, while Jiaming finished unpacking and strolled around Wanyue's room, looking at photos and bookshelves.
He said, "Your husband is very young and handsome, and he looks very smart. You two seem very well-matched
."
Wanyue turned her head and smiled, saying, "Yes, he's a little younger than me. Now back in China, girls are always throwing
themselves at him ; he's living the high life."
Jiaming said, "I know you two have a good relationship, but this long-term separation isn't a solution. Someone has to make
sacrifices. How's his business in China?"
Wanyue said, "It got off to a fast start; it's doing very well now."
Jiaming said, "You've been in the finance industry for so long; you must have made enough money. Why don't you go back? Reading
books and writing—wouldn't that be quite carefree?"
Wanyue glanced at Jiaming and said, "You're very rational."
Jiaming smiled but didn't reply.
Wanyue said, "I always felt like something was on my mind, and now I remember—why didn't Wu Lei tell me
you were coming?"
Jiaming said, "I didn't tell her. I said I was going to New York for a meeting."
Wanyue glanced at him and said, "Did you plan this all along?"
Jiaming said, "No, not really. I just didn't want you to suspect that I was the culprit. Besides, it's better to avoid
trouble. There are many things about me that Wu Lei doesn't know. It's not that I deliberately hid anything; she's just not
interested ."
Wanyue said, "That's not good. I'll go and talk to her."
Jiaming said, "Forget it. It'll only make her guess something."
Wanyue glanced at him again and said nothing more.
The pressure cooker was sizzling, and the porridge was ready quickly. Wanyue took a jar of pickled olive leaves from the refrigerator and poured them into
a bowl . The two sat facing each other, slowly drinking the porridge with the olive leaves.
Jiaming noticed a small olive leaf on Wanyue's lips, and watched her sip her porridge. Remembering her
dinner at his house, drinking red wine, he felt an overwhelming urge to pounce on her and kiss her.
Wanyue stopped, looking at him as if asking, "What's wrong?"
Jiaming snapped out of his daze, stood up, and sat beside Wanyue, saying, "There's a little olive leaf on your lips."
Wanyue raised her hand to wipe it away, but Jiaming stopped her, kissed her, licked away the olive leaf,
and then kissed her lips.
They kissed and kissed, eventually embracing. Jiaming's kiss was somewhat frantic, somewhat desperate; his eyes were red
, as if he were struggling to hold back tears. Wanyue's eyes were tightly closed, but tears streamed down her cheeks.
Jiaming took a deep breath and exhaled, saying, "I should go."
Wanyue let go of him and said, "Let me take you to the airport."
Jiaming smiled and said, "Forget it, let's cut to the chase. I'll call a taxi."
Wanyue said, "I also want to go out for a bit. It suddenly feels a bit lonely in this house after you left, and I don't feel good."
The two silently went downstairs, put their suitcases in the trunk of the car, opened the car doors, and got in from both sides.
While Wanyue was driving, Jiaming sat sideways, looking at Wanyue's profile. Wanyue turned her head, and he smiled.
Wanyue said, "Haven't you seen enough yet?"
Jiaming said, "It'll be rare to see you again."
Wanyue knew he was right, raised her hand, and patted Jiaming's head, saying, "Take more time to see Wu Lei in the future."
After Jiaming went back, he never visited forums or groups again, nor did he send Wanyue any private messages. To
the netizens who still remembered him, he disappeared like the wind. Only because Wu Lei was still the same as before, Wanyue knew that
Jiaming was doing well.
And Wanyue fell seriously ill after Jiaming left. She had a nightmare that night, and her head was throbbing with pain. Jiaming reached
into her skull to soothe her, but the pain didn't lessen at all, and she woke up in tears.
Dajie rushed over from China to be with her, feeling very sorry for her. So they discussed Wanyue's plan to return to China. Dajie said, "You
start making arrangements here first; I don't need much time to prepare. Let's reunite as soon as possible."
One day in March, Jiaming was grading papers in his office when the phone rang. As usual, Jiaming
said, "Hello."
The other end replied, "Hi, it's me."
Jiaming jumped up and said, "Wait a minute." After closing the office door, Jiaming said, "Hi, how are you
?"
Wanyue said, "Is it convenient to talk?"
Jiaming said, "I just closed the door, it's convenient."
Wanyue said, "Uh, I'm going back to China tomorrow." Jiaming said, "Oh, that's good, you'll have a stable home to reunite with. You have many friends in Beijing, and many
places to go , you'll definitely get used to it quickly." Wanyue said, "I hope so. How are you?" Jiaming said, "Just the same old thing." Wanyue was silent for a moment, then said, "You're quite heartless. After you went back, you disappeared from the forum and didn't even send me a message." Jiaming was also silent for a moment, then said, "It's not that I didn't think about sending you something, but what should I say? Every time I'm about to type, I think about it, and what comes out sounds different." Wanyue was silent. Jiaming couldn't stand the silence and was worried Wanyue would hang up, so he said, "Uh, well, I think about you every night." Wanyue chuckled and said, "What about Wu Lei?" Jiaming said, "I'm just a lukewarm person. I usually just daydream, and Wu Lei won't notice." Wanyue's voice became a little playful as she asked, "How's your sex life?" Jiaming laughed and said, "You're so nosy. It's just routine." Wanyue said, "Oh, that's not good." Jiaming said, "She's very busy. She's writing about Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio late at night. The kids have to wake me up , and I have to work during the day, so I just say I'm too tired to do it. She complains a bit, and then..." "I accept it." Wanyue sighed and said, "I never expected that things would turn out like that when you came to Boston. I never expected that you would disappear like smoke ." Jiaming said, "I always feel like I'm living in an empty house. Wu Lei lived in it, made it her home, and did what she liked. She didn't bother to tidy up or decorate the house itself. Later, you came to visit and made it beautiful, but you left quickly. I can feel your presence, but I can't touch it. Thinking about those presences makes me feel happy and sweet, but thinking about not being able to touch it makes the melancholy so thick it's hard to dispel." Wanyue said, "I feel the same way. You and Wu Lei should talk more. You're both talented, and you're such an understanding person."

Jiaming said, "I've been trying, but it's never worked. It's hard for us to connect; her interests and
happiness seem to reside online."
Wanyue said, "Weren't you the same way?"
Jiaming said, "That's true. Now, we rarely communicate except for our own things. I know she
's talented, but I don't think I'm that bad, am I? Since she's convinced that this old-fashioned guy has nothing in common with her,
I'm too lazy to try and change her."
Wanyue said, "You could write those poems she posts online and see if they impress her." Jiaming
said, "Poetry is something you can't write if you can't, and forcing it won't have any flavor. The delicate touch of everyday life with Wu Lei has been worn away." Wanyue remembered Jiaming's smiling eyes and infectious smile, now filled with despair, and felt sorry for him, saying, "But you have to find other joys in life, like your child. Your daughter is adorable." Jiaming smiled and said, "It was her smile that gave me the energy to live life to the fullest. Of course, there's also your kindness." Wanyue said, "As time goes by, she grows up, we get old, and the past fades away." Jiaming said, "Who knows? Maybe one day I won't be able to take it anymore and I'll write something, like a novel or something." Wanyue laughed and said, "I know, you're good at erotic novels." Jiaming laughed too and said, "Not entirely." Wanyue said, "I can't wait. When can I see it?" Jiaming said, "I don't know. I didn't promise I would definitely write it. Besides, I'm the kind of person who, once I say something , it's like I've done it. Maybe I'll lose all motivation and never write again. Sigh, I really shouldn't have brought it up with you." Wanyue laughed and said, "That's so pathetic. Do you want me to give you some inspiration sometime?" Jiaming couldn't control himself as he listened, and Wanyue's long hair and body began to sway in front of him. Wanyue laughed and said, "Alright, I won't tease you anymore. It wouldn't be good if a student knocked on the door. I don't have much to say, just goodbye . Come visit me in Beijing sometime, I'll treat you to a meal and show you around, no problem." Jiaming said, "Definitely." Wanyue said, "Then, I'll hang up." Jiaming said, "Have a safe trip." Jiaming silently hung up the phone, feeling empty inside. The thought of being separated by distance felt like a life-or-death separation, suffocating him. A desperate pain welled up in his heart, and his nose stung. He stared blankly for a while, then pulled himself together and continued grading assignments. Before going to bed that night, Wu Lei told Jiaming that Wanyue was going back to China, sounding very regretful. Jiaming said, "Oh, it's good that she's going back. Long-distance relationships aren't a long-term solution; something bad is bound to happen eventually. Let's sleep." Jiaming turned off the light, reached down to Wu Lei's crotch, and gently stroked her. Wu Lei also reached into Jiaming's pants, rubbing him until he slowly became erect, then said, "Come on up." The two continued moving, but the image of that alluring woman lingered in their minds.

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