Fate is the most unpredictable.

As a child, Xing Jian was extremely introverted and rarely spoke; those unfamiliar with him might have mistaken him for a mute. He was also incredibly shy and terrified of speaking in front of others. In first grade, when the teacher asked him to read aloud in class, his legs went weak, and he stood up unsteadily. When he finally managed to straighten up, his face was flushed red to his ears. He tried to move his mouth, but no sound came out; his facial muscles were completely out of his control, and his vocal cords were stiff. His

innocent classmates burst into laughter, and this laughter had a disastrous effect—little Xing Jian wet his pants.

He felt a warm sensation spreading down his inner thighs, and looking down, he saw a wet patch from his pants to the floor. For a period afterward, he suffered from amnesia; he couldn't remember how it ended.

In Xing Jian's mind, the image of wetting his pants clung to him like a fly to fish, impossible to forget. This caused him to lose his appetite and sleep, and he felt even more ashamed in front of his classmates than before. He dared not look people in the eye, and from then on, it was difficult for people to see his face. Whenever someone approached him, he would automatically and quickly lower his head, becoming like a bean sprout standing upright in front of you, and you could only see his head of black hair.

One summer vacation during junior high school, his grandparents took him back to the countryside for a holiday. The boundless fields of the countryside broadened one's horizons; the pure and fresh air allowed one to breathe freely; the simple and kind people of the countryside made life easy; and the harmonious coexistence of livestock and people created a balanced ecosystem. Xing Jian was a child from a big city, with a wider range of experiences than the children in the countryside. He suddenly felt superior to the children in the countryside, which made him their leader, giving him the opportunity to display his leadership skills. In fact, beneath his quiet personality lay meticulous organizational and leadership abilities.

One morning, Xing Jian hurriedly rushed to the village entrance. He had arranged to go fishing with his friends, but he had overslept and was a little anxious. He ran headlong into a narrow alley, and when he looked up, he suddenly saw two dogs blocking the road, mating. The female dog had a bloody wound on her rump. Xing Jian was in the best position to see the mating clearly. He had never seen anything like it before; it was abrupt, shocking, profound, and embarrassing. Tears welled up in his eyes. He quickly bowed to the two dogs, repeatedly saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Xing Jian hurriedly turned and left the alley. He didn't know why he was bowing and apologizing to the dogs, but it was just an instinct. Then he found himself covered in sweat, and his genitals were erect. His heart was pounding, he was thirsty, his breathing was rapid, and he had a feeling similar to an urgent need to urinate. This urgency started from his groin and spread deep into his body, piercing his heart and lungs. He had never felt this strange sensation before in his life.

He stamped his feet and hid in a cowshed, completely forgetting about fishing. At that moment, he had only one inexplicable thought: he wanted to drill a hole. So, he used his index finger to drill forcefully into the earthen wall, sand and soil cascading down.

His penis swelled with each falling sand, quickly becoming uncontrollable.

He applied more and more force to his finger, drilling deeper and deeper. When he pulled his finger out, it was bleeding. Immediately, the image of the mating dogs flashed before his eyes, the female dog's bloodied rump. He felt an uncontrollable physiological excitement; the bloody sight was incredibly alluring, dizzying, disorienting, making him instinctively touch his genitals. At first, it was through his pants, but later he felt an intense urge to directly caress them. When his hand rubbed against his genitals, he couldn't help himself, and then his hand was covered in… He leaned against the wall, enjoying an unprecedented sense of relaxation and comfort. He felt tired, but a comfortable kind of tired. At the same time, he was somewhat bewildered.

From then on, the mating dogs and blood constantly appeared in his mind, especially when he was alone.

In the stillness of the night, Xing Jian, nestled in bed, would intentionally savor and enjoy this scene, repeating what he had done in the cowshed. Soon, holes appeared in the wall next to his small bed; the strength driven by his physical arousal was so great that it could even drill holes in the brick wall. Xing Jian's fingers became deformed as a result, but he was physiologically satisfied.

During his university years, Xing Jian often went to the movies alone, attended concerts alone, and went to performances alone. He didn't reject group activities, but he also enjoyed being alone.

In his senior year, he went to a large concert alone. As he entered, he followed a girl. The girl's thick black hair was styled high, neatly tied into a flowing ponytail at the back of her head, its natural curves very beautiful. Her hair ornament was a bunch of purple grapes, crystal clear, fresh and plump, tempting one to pick one and put it in their mouth. This bunch of purple grapes hung on her black hair, attracting Xing Jian, who was walking behind her. Although he could only see the girl's back, and although she wasn't wearing a school uniform, Xing Jian guessed she was a high school student. He wondered if she was also at the concert alone. Just then, another girl behind him called out in a clear voice, "Tao Juan, Tao Juan..." The girl in front gracefully turned around and answered. When the girl turned her face, Xing Jian was stunned. His feet seemed nailed to the floor; he stood there, unable to move, staring blankly at the girl named Tao Juan. Xing Jian was attracted to her not because of her dazzling beauty, but because he had been having the same dream repeatedly lately, dreaming of this girl he didn't know in reality.

The girl's face wasn't ugly, but it wasn't particularly beautiful either. However, the aura she exuded was captivating. She was simple, dignified, steady, upright, and intelligent, like a morning glory, blooming simply, quietly, and tenaciously. In Xing Jian's dream, a girl stood not far away, waving to him. Xing Jian walked towards her step by step, and the girl extended her hand to him. He took her hand, but suddenly a large crowd appeared, and the girl disappeared into the sea of people. He then woke up with a start. He had this dream repeatedly, and it was clearly imprinted in his mind.

He never expected to see her in reality; Xing Jian found it unbelievable.

The girl, named Tao Juan, held her companion's hand and also noticed the stunned Xing Jian. When Tao Juan saw a handsome guy looking at her like that, she smiled shyly and walked away with her companion. The concert venue was packed with people, and the girl quickly disappeared from Xing Jian's sight.

Xing Jian wondered, since he could dream of Tao Juan more than once, would he see her again in real life?

For the next year, Xing Jian did not see Tao Juan, not even in his dreams. Because Tao Juan no longer appeared in his dreams or reality, Xing Jian began to blur her image. Sometimes he even thought that perhaps it was all a dream, the concert a dream, and in that dream he dreamt he was awake and doing certain things. He couldn't understand it, and when he couldn't understand it, he stopped thinking about it. He began to forget Tao Juan, to forget the dream. Just

when he had almost completely forgotten her, Tao Juan reappeared.

At that time, Xing Jian was already somewhat famous at the television station. Being handsome is always lucky, especially in a place like television. Of course, besides being handsome, Xing Jian was also a smart, hardworking, and ambitious person. Opportunities always favor the prepared; if you don't have the ability, you won't be able to seize them even when they come. Xing Jian was one of those prepared people; he became a news anchor. Tao Juan was also a junior in college. That day, Xing Jian was on the bus, gazing out the window, lost in thought. Suddenly, Tao Juan, walking on the street, came into his view. Ignoring the danger, Xing Jian quickly leaned out of the window, waving and shouting,

"Tao Juan, Tao Juan..."

Tao Juan saw him, waved back, and even abandoned her classmates to run after the car.

"How can I find you?" Xing Jian asked.

Unfortunately, Tao Juan didn't have time to answer; the car had already left her far behind. Unable

to get her reply, Xing Jian could only shout, "Come find me at the TV station." Xing Jian had become a TV anchor; it wouldn't have been difficult for Tao Juan to find him. However, Tao Juan didn't go to him.

Tao Juan was a passive woman; although she was warm-hearted, it wasn't easy for her to take the initiative to contact others.

That day, Xing Jian shouted her name loudly on the bus. Tao Juan was deeply moved and excited, her excitement undoubtedly stemming from her classmates' envy. Tao Juan wasn't one to boast. When her classmates asked how she knew Xing Jian, if it were any other fan, such a dramatic story, such a romantic encounter, would surely have been a grand boast before anyone even asked. But Tao Juan simply said it was nothing, not worth mentioning. Of course, though she said it casually, her heart was filled with sweet joy.

She clearly heard Xing Jian tell her to go to the TV station to find him. She really wanted to go, but whenever the time came, she couldn't find a reason. Why bother him for no reason? Thinking this way, the idea of going to see Xing Jian was put off day by day.

Meanwhile, Xing Jian was eagerly anticipating Tao Juan's arrival. Tao Juan at the concert had already left a very good impression on Xing Jian, and seeing her on the bus made him like her even more. That day, Tao Juan wore a tight-fitting, orange-red, asymmetrical, sleeveless, pullover sweater with a low collar, black trousers, and black high-heeled platform shoes. She was tall and voluptuous. Her posture as she ran after the car, clutching books, was unique—dynamic yet composed, beautiful. Her long, flowing hair billowed in the wind as she ran, radiating energy. This scene was deeply imprinted in Xing Jian's mind, and he began to have a thought: could Tao Juan be the woman who would become his wife?

Given Xing Jian's qualities, many women pursued him, but his relationships were all bland and uneventful. It wasn't that the women weren't beautiful or outstanding, but rather that Xing Jian couldn't find that feeling of attraction. Xing Jian was troubled; he wondered if it was because he didn't like women, or if he might be gay. Once, his station did a special on homosexuality, and he took the opportunity to consult the interviewee, the gay man. He was told that if someone is gay, their sexual fantasies are with the same sex.

Xing Jian was initially happy because he didn't fantasize about the same sex, but he quickly became annoyed because he also didn't fantasize about the opposite sex; he never had any sexual fantasies at all. Now Xing Jian felt relieved. The night he saw Tao Juan on the bus, he had sexual fantasies, and the object of his fantasies was Tao Juan.

That night, after finishing work, Xing Jian washed up and lay down on the bed. He casually picked up a comic book from beside his pillow and started flipping through it. But he didn't focus on the comic at all. What appeared in his mind was Tao Juan, whom he had seen on the bus. Tao Juan's buttocks were pert and very feminine. Although she was holding a book, Xing Jian could still feel that her breasts were very full. Tao Juan, with her full breasts and pert buttocks, was even more feminine than when he saw her at the concert. Xing Jian could almost see Tao Juan's breasts swaying in front of her chest as she ran through the book, fleshy and moist, so tempting.

As he pondered, Xing Jian's most manly and mysterious part became erect. As usual, he had to deal with his urges. The difference was that he recalled the feeling of holding Tao Juan. He hadn't previously reacted much to the scene of Tao Juan's dislocated hand being reset, and had even forgotten about it for a time. But now, remembering it was incredibly powerful. He felt her body temperature, savoring the feeling of holding her. It was intense. Xing Jian felt as if tiny ants were crawling all over him, an itchy sensation. Next, his fantasies took flight. He caressed Tao Juan's smooth, tender body. Her breasts stood erect like mountains, her cleavage so deep he could bury his face in them. The delicate skin touching his face felt like bathing in lotion. He fantasized about Tao Juan kissing his lips, neck, abdomen… Tao Juan's tender, bamboo-like hands were seductively caressing and teasing his most masculine part… He rolled over, pinning Tao Juan beneath him, his most masculine part sliding down her soft, yielding abdomen, then entering her most mysterious inner space, where there was the most comfortable body temperature, the elastic, tight pressure—incredibly stimulating. A frenzied writhing sensation arose, and he heard Tao Juan moan, the sound of extreme pleasure. At the same time, his own pleasure reached its peak… The reality was his manhood surging upwards, forming a slippery swamp on his lower abdomen as it fell, the air filled with the sweet scent of fresh grass.

Previously, Xing Jian's release was merely satisfying physical needs; he only needed his own actions to complete the act, so his mind was empty, completely devoid of thought. This time, however, he had sexual fantasies; he fantasized about Tao Juan being his, and his satisfaction went beyond mere physical pleasure.

Xing Jian lay sprawled on the bed, letting his intensely excited body fully rest, savoring this ultimate comfort and satisfaction.

Xing Jian fervently prayed to heaven that he would truly have Tao Juan.

A few months later, his prayers were answered.

Xing Jian was to perform a show live. In the show, he would play the groom, and Tao Juan would play his bride. This was a last-minute replacement job; he hadn't had time to prepare, and he didn't even know who else would be there. Xing Jian was understandably nervous, but despite the nervousness, he felt more anticipation and excitement. He didn't know what he was anticipating or what excited him, but he was simply cheerful and radiant. He strode confidently backstage.

The guests and audience were already seated. Although the live broadcast lights were always blurry, Xing Jian spotted Tao Juan immediately. He finally knew that Tao Juan was the one he had been hoping for, and he was excited because of her.

As soon as the live broadcast ended, Xing Jian asked for Tao Juan's contact information. This time, Xing Jian couldn't let Tao Juan slip away again. It happened to be the weekend, and it was Xing Jian's turn to rest, so he invited Tao Juan to dinner.

Xing Jian went straight to the point, asking Tao Juan directly if she had a boyfriend. Tao Juan shook her head frankly. She was being honest; she was quite unusual—a senior in college who had never been in a relationship. It wasn't that she didn't want to, but she just hadn't found the right person. There were men pursuing her on campus, but most gave up. Tao Juan, of course, liked Xing Jian and hoped to develop a relationship with him. But after shaking her head, she still challenged Xing Jian, asking,

"So what if you don't have a boyfriend? So what if you do?"

"No boyfriend? I'll pursue you! You have a boyfriend? I'll still pursue you! Fair competition! That means whether you have a boyfriend or not, I'm determined to pursue you!" "I'm not pretty. With your looks, there are plenty of beautiful women around you. Why not find someone pretty?" "First of all, I don't think you're not pretty. Then, I want to say that people adapt to beauty and ugliness. After spending time together, you become numb to beauty and stop finding it attractive. Conversely, you might become accustomed to and accepting of ugliness, and find it attractive. I believe in feelings. Feeling comfortable, natural, and without having to do anything deliberately is good. With you, I feel comfortable! I feel relaxed! I don't have to do anything deliberately!" Tao Juan smiled, and their relationship began with a natural smile.

At that time, Tao Juan was still in university. They didn't have this house yet. Xing Jian lived in a bachelor apartment. That night was the first time she stayed out all night without returning to her dorm.

It was a moonlit night with few stars, and the moon repeatedly drew Tao Juan's attention. Her mind kept drifting to the window, her eyes wandering from her books, staring blankly at the bright moon. Tao Juan had never felt so out of control before, never experienced such a feeling—an inexplicable excitement and joy, without any reason.

After much effort, Tao Juan hastily finished her reading for the day. She left the library and stepped into the gentle moonlight, her heart pounding, her palms sweating, and her face flushed. Usually, leaving the library meant going back to her dormitory, but at that moment she didn't want to go back at all, yet she didn't know where she wanted to go. She wandered aimlessly under the moonlight, eventually walking out of the school gate. As soon as she stepped outside, she suddenly knew clearly what she wanted: she wanted Xing Jian. Xing Jian was on her mind; she longed for him to hold her hand, to embrace her; she desperately needed his warmth.

As she walked, lost in thought, she unknowingly arrived at the television station. As fate would have it, just as Tao Juan looked up at the station's entrance, Xing Jian emerged. His imposing figure and vigorous stride captivated her. Tao Juan stood there, eagerly awaiting his return, like a statue waiting for her husband. Xing Jian was overjoyed to see Tao Juan; he hadn't expected her to be waiting for him outside. Touched, he rushed forward and embraced her. Touching Xing Jian, Tao Juan's heart raced. She hugged him tightly, burying her face in his warm embrace; she craved his warmth. Xing Jian kissed her, a deep, unreserved kiss on her lips, until Tao Juan opened her eyes, satisfied. As she pulled away, she said shyly, "Peeking." "Who?" Xing Jian, startled, released Tao Juan.

"The moon," Tao Juan smiled.

Xing Jian slapped Tao Juan's plump buttocks, pretending to grit his teeth and saying, "You brat, teasing me?" His hand didn't want to leave Tao Juan's fleshy buttocks once it touched them. Tao Juan took his hand and held it, saying, "Let's go." Xing Jian then led Tao Juan to his apartment. This was Tao Juan's first time at Xing Jian's place. She stood outside the door, smiling, and asked, "Can I come in?" "Of course!" Xing Jian pulled her inside, then stood by the coat rack taking off his coat, saying, "Feel free to look around." Tao Juan carefully looked around. She hadn't expected a single man's apartment to be so clean and tidy. She liked it very much, liked the apartment and its owner.

Tao Juan felt a sense of homecoming. She took off her coat, leaving her in only a shirt, and sat comfortably on the sofa.

Xing Jian said he usually showered as soon as he got home, and told Tao Juan to put on some music. Xing Jian was about to slip into the bathroom when Tao Juan darted in front of him like a little mouse, saying, "Let me wash my hands first. It's a good habit to wash up before entering the house, at least let me wash my hands too." Xing Jian followed her in and gently washed Tao Juan's hands from behind in the sink. Tao Juan's fingers were long, white, and tender, like bamboo shoots—no, more like ginger buds, making one want to take a bite.

"Why don't you take a shower too?"

"No."

"Go ahead and wash." Xing Jian splashed water on Tao Juan's clothes.

"Oh dear, I don't want to wash."

"Go ahead, let's wash together."

"No!"

"Let's wash together!"

"No, I'm not used to it."

"Okay, I won't force you to wash together. You go first, your clothes are wet, you can't leave them wet. I'll go get you a bathrobe." The bathroom was very clean and the layout was very reasonable, ensuring that users wouldn't take an extra step or make an extra movement. The toiletries were all there, neatly arranged, just as Tao Juan had requested. She not only took a comfortable shower but also leisurely washed her hair.

When Xing Jian came out, he thoughtfully brought a dry towel and gently dried Tao Juan's damp hair. Tao Juan, in turn, used the other end of the towel to dry Xing Jian's freshly washed hair. They dried each other like this, smiling silently, appreciating each other's quietude. The two sweet souls were immersed in their own private space, where the air itself seemed to sweeten because of them.

Xing Jian let go of the towel, his hand tracing down her hair, to her face, to her neck. His warm hand lingered on Tao Juan's fair shoulder, hesitantly moving. Tao Juan longed for that warmth to slide further down. Xing Jian understood her heart; his large, tender hand reached her full breasts, a place that excited both men and women. Tao Juan trembled, letting out a cry of excitement. Xing Jian scooped her up and carried her to the bed. He placed Tao Juan on top of him, their two bathrobes open and naturally overlapping, their bodies pressed together. Enclosed by the bathrobes, they caressed each other, savoring the sweetest intimacy of their love.

At this moment, Xing Jian finally buried his face in Tao Juan's deep cleavage, letting her soft, white skin wash his face; his hands finally truly caressed Tao Juan's firm, mountain-like breasts—such an alluring feel. Xing Jian's hands moved down Tao Juan's smooth back, touching her plump, upturned buttocks. Xing Jian's breathing quickened, and he rolled over, gently pressing Tao Juan beneath him.

His most masculine part rubbed against Tao Juan's soft belly. Tao Juan couldn't help but gasp for breath, her breasts, shaped like two pink peaches, jiggling with the rise and fall of her chest, which made Xing Jian uncontrollably excited. His most masculine part slid unreservedly up and down Tao Juan's lower abdomen. When it reached her most feminine part, Tao Juan cried out. Xing Jian could sense the tension and hesitation hidden in that cry. He stopped there, murmuring, "If you don't want to, I'll stop." In that moment of such irrationality, he could utter such rational words, which showed that he cherished her, that he deeply loved her. Tao Juan was moved; she wanted to make him feel good. Tao Juan wrapped her arms around his strong buttocks, pressing them against her untouched territory. Xing Jian entered Tao Juan's body with pleasure. It was tight, elastic, with a comfortable body temperature, and a stimulating pressure. Inside, there was a silken tenderness, an ocean-like depth, a valley-like embrace—it was a maternal feeling!

At first, Tao Juan felt a tearing pain, but before she could even tense up, the pain was replaced by unprecedented stimulation as Xing Jian continued to writhe. That stimulation was exhilarating, breathtaking, and unbearable, filling her with excitement and satisfaction. She wanted Xing Jian to writhe faster, to penetrate deeper; she craved the feeling of being filled. Xing Jian truly heard Tao Juan's intense, piercing excitement, and he, too, reached his peak of excitement. His writhing continued for a long time, and finally, he made a very masculine, primal sound, his most masculine part twitching a few times… Tao Juan was thus completely bathed in the river of love for the first time.

Tao Juan cried; those were tears of satisfaction. She had experienced for the first time the most primal, mysterious, stimulating, and fulfilling act of humanity.

When Xing Jian saw the bloodstains on Tao Juan, his eyes also welled up. He was moved! He was grateful! He vowed to love her well for the rest of his life.

"Juan, I will definitely love you well, cherish you well," he said, satisfied with Tao Juan's intense sexual desire.

"Say it again, I love to hear it."

"I love you so much, I'll cherish you."

"Say it a hundred times."

...

He pressed his face against Tao Juan's lower abdomen, his hands encircling her alluring waist. Their heartbeats began to accelerate in unison, and Xing Jian gently stroked upwards from her lower abdomen... Tao Juan's stomach, chilled in the morning, felt incredibly comfortable against the warmth of Xing Jian's hands. His hands were fleshy and alluring; she craved his touch.

Tao Juan closed her eyes contentedly, her desire igniting like a flaming well.

Xing Jian reveled in this fire of desire—fierce, persistent, and with lingering power—enjoying this abundant and naked love from the mother's womb. They passionately experienced unforgettable moments of erotic and sexual satisfaction on the table and the living room sofa.

After an unknown amount of time, Xing Jian finally stood up, and the two stood naked before the mirror, their figures undeniably exquisite, the epitome of human beauty.

Looking down at Tao Juan's wet breasts and abdomen, Xing Jian's physical urges surged and exploded once more. He pounced on her, embracing her and kissing her passionately. Tao Juan was caught off guard; she tried to push Xing Jian away, but he held her tightly, refusing to let go. When Xing Jian gently teased Tao Juan's genitals with his thigh, a wave of pleasure shot through her, and her body went limp. She felt incredibly comfortable; she stopped resisting, stopped struggling… The two naked bodies remained tightly embraced, both experiencing unprecedented intimacy and intense, unique sexual pleasure.

After Tao Juan graduated from university, they married. After marriage, Tao Juan continued her postgraduate studies, earning her doctorate at lightning speed. Later, she became a judge.

One peaceful morning at 4:30 AM, Xing Jian drove his assistant, Chen Xiaoyuan, to a distant location for an industry conference. Chen Xiaoyuan was responsible for setting up the venue before attending the conference. Xing Jian only needs to take Chen Xiaoyuan to her destination; he doesn't need to attend the meeting. However, he will immediately return to pick up his wife, Tao Juan, who has been away on a business trip for more than half a month and is taking an early morning flight back today.

In the afternoon, Xing Jian had a lecture to give, a three-hour lecture. His plans for the day were clearly written in his notebook, and he had made extensive preparations for the lecture. However, he was particularly worried about forgetting what he needed to do that day, and he constantly asked Chen Xiaoyuan to remind him repeatedly. Ever since he accepted the lecture assignment, he felt like he was having a daytime dream. Even when he was concentrating on something, he would suddenly pause for several seconds for no apparent reason. During those few seconds, he didn't know where he was, and an embarrassing scene would appear in his mind like a dream: he was lecturing, the hall was packed, but he didn't know what to say; his mind was blank, he was frantic, as if he was anxious or needed to urinate, and then, in front of everyone, he wet his pants… He always managed to snap out of it at this most embarrassing moment, and miraculously, he could seamlessly resume what he was saying. Those listening to him felt that his brain was like a CD skipping, the scene pausing for a second or two, then instantly returning to normal. Besides this, he also had a delusion: when colleagues were commenting on a movie, he would hear them criticizing his lecture. This would make him furious, trembling with rage, and he would yell, "My lecture hasn't even started yet, and you're already criticizing me!" He would leave his colleagues bewildered and even very unhappy. Chen Xiaoyuan apologized to his colleagues and helped him out of these situations more than once. Chen Xiaoyuan was an excellent assistant; she was sensitive enough to understand her superior's intentions at work. Unfortunately, she failed to notice his mental instability. If Chen Xiaoyuan had realized Xing Jian's mental instability and sought medical help for him in time, neither she nor Tao Juan would have lost their lives.

Xing Jian, driving, didn't say a word except twice when he asked Chen Xiaoyuan where they were going. The image of him wetting his pants during the lecture kept replaying in his mind, making him extremely nervous. Chen Xiaoyuan remained silent in the seat next to him, not daring to utter a sound.

Suddenly, their front tire blew out. They were traveling at 80 kilometers per hour, creating a dangerous situation. Fortunately, Xing Jian reacted quickly and handled the situation well; otherwise, a fatal accident would have been inevitable. Xing Jian was remarkably efficient and attentive to Chen Xiaoyuan. As soon as the car came to a stop, he first asked if she was injured. After confirming she was alright, he reassured her, "It's okay, it was just an accident. It'll all be over now, don't be afraid. I'll change the tire quickly, there's plenty of time, don't rush." Xing Jian took off his knee-length overcoat, rolled up the sleeves, and skillfully began changing the tire.

They were at the foot of Nanshan Mountain, the morning air carrying the faint sweetness of dew, cool and fresh. The scene at dawn resembled a romantic oil painting, and the two of them were the figures in that painting, adding life and spirit to the scene.

Chen Xiaoyuan's long hair was tinged with gold in the morning light, and her slender figure looked particularly beautiful where the sun was rising. The romantic morning and beautiful scenery suddenly inspired Chen Xiaoyuan to have a picnic breakfast at the foot of the mountain, and Xing Jian, busy changing a tire, didn't object.

Chen Xiaoyuan took a plastic sheet from the car, spread it on the grass, and laid out their breakfast.

Xing Jian finished changing the tire, packed up his tools, and was about to put them back in the trunk. When he opened the trunk lid, he saw his own bloodied corpse before his eyes, and he was so frightened that he dropped his toolbox. But when he calmed down, everything in the trunk was normal; there was no corpse.

Shaking his head, still drenched in a cold sweat from the hallucination, Xing Jian walked over to Chen Xiaoyuan. Chen Xiaoyuan was peeling an apple, her left thumb and forefinger holding the half-peeled apple, and her left wrist holding a box of wet wipes against her chest. Her right hand still held the sharp fruit knife. She used her right thumb and forefinger to pull out a few wet wipes from the box so Xing Jian could wipe his hands clean before eating breakfast.

Unexpectedly, a simple act of handing over a tissue, because he was carrying a knife, led to his death.

In that instant, Xing Jian, walking towards Chen Xiaoyuan, seemed to see only the knife and not the tissue. The moment he saw the knife, his hair stood on end, and an urgent need to urinate arose; everything before him became unreal and blurry.

His mind rapidly flashed images of public urination, the mutilated body of a potato, and finally, his own bloodied corpse. Then he saw Chen Xiaoyuan gleamingly thrusting a sharp knife at him. The self-defense techniques he had learned in the military camp immediately came into play. He skillfully grabbed Chen Xiaoyuan's outstretched wrist, twisted the blade, and easily plunged it into her abdomen.

Caught completely off guard, Chen Xiaoyuan screamed in agony. She never imagined Xing Jian would suddenly try to kill her; the apple she was peeling was for him. Pain and shock made her eyes widen and her mouth gape as she stared blankly at Xing Jian. At that moment, Xing Jian saw Chen Xiaoyuan, like a vampire, opening her blood-red maw to bite him. He pulled out the fruit knife, and blood gushed from Chen Xiaoyuan's abdomen like a fountain. Xing Jian was about to stab Chen Xiaoyuan again with the knife he had pulled out. Chen Xiaoyuan instinctively staggered backward, and just as Xing Jian was about to stab her a second time, Chen Xiaoyuan slipped into a hollow behind her. Xing Jian's stab missed, and because he lost his balance, he also fell into the hollow.

Chen Xiaoyuan lay there on her back, her eyes still wide open, almost bulging out of their sockets. She pointed at Xing Jian, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, her lips moving as if asking Xing Jian why he wanted to stab her.

To Xing Jian, Chen Xiaoyuan's pointing hand was like a zombie's claws trying to strangle him. He frantically stabbed Chen Xiaoyuan again and again with the fruit knife, then slashed at her abdomen again and again.

He himself didn't know how many times he stabbed or cut, only stopping when he was exhausted. The half-peeled apple had already fallen onto the grass, stained with blood, before Chen Xiaoyuan fell into the ditch, but the wet tissue box, which Chen Xiaoyuan unconsciously clung to, also fell into the ditch.

The blood spurting from Chen Xiaoyuan was a meter high, some splashing onto Chen Xiaoyuan's face, and some onto Xing Jian's body and face. Chen Xiaoyuan's blood blurred Xing Jian's vision, and Xing Jian instinctively pulled tissues from the tissue box that Chen Xiaoyuan was still clutching tightly to wipe his face and neck. He frantically pulled out tissues to wipe his face, over and over again, until the tissue box was empty before he stopped.

He stared intently at the intestines slowly spilling from Chen Xiaoyuan's abdomen, watching them still moving. He felt a surge of excitement. He then touched the blood flowing from Chen Xiaoyuan's chest and abdomen. At that moment, he saw the image of mating dogs he had seen as a child, the blood flowing from the female dog's injured rump. A strange impulse made him almost faint with excitement, his lower body already throbbing from the tightness of his pants. He stripped Chen Xiaoyuan of her tattered clothes, then pulled off her pants, until she was completely naked.

He quickly pulled off his own pants, his lower body already erect. He knelt on the ground, spreading the corpse's legs as wide as possible and draping Chen Xiaoyuan's legs over his thighs. With his left hand, he pried open her labia, and with his right hand, he forcefully pushed inside. The dryness of her mouth stung him, but like when he was a boy drilling into a mud wall with his fingers, the pain stimulated him with immense excitement. The loosened sphincter muscles of the corpse's genitals prevented it from effectively "clamping" against the mouth. With each thrust, the remaining air inside was compressed, producing a gurgling sound.

In the soft morning light, a blood-soaked man held the legs of a woman whose intestines had been ripped open, frequently thrusting into the corpse. The protruding intestines swayed erratically with each thrust—the gruesome scene transformed the gentle morning light into a terrifying and eerie sight. Finally, after more than a hundred thrusts, he felt a tingling, numbing contraction, and a thick, hot stream shot deep into Chen Xiaoyuan's body. Throughout the entire act of necrophilia, he kept his eyes glued to Chen Xiaoyuan's bloodied upper body while simultaneously enjoying her lower body.

Afterward, he straightened his clothes with an unusually rational demeanor. Then, he picked up the fruit knife and crawled out of the depression. He didn't know why he picked up the fruit knife, but he did, and carefully placed it on the seat where Chen Xiaoyuan had just been sitting. He then neatly put his trench coat back on and drove home as if nothing had happened.

He drove into the underground parking lot and parked precisely in his spot. As he got out, besides grabbing his laptop bag, he didn't forget the fruit knife. He walked straight to the freight elevator. There, with his laptop bag in his left hand and the bloodstained fruit knife in his right, he reached the elevator entrance. As he was about to press the button, he seemed to realize he didn't have a free hand, so he casually placed the knife on top of the fire extinguisher box next to him. Unfortunately, the fruit knife wasn't stable and fell into the gap between the fire extinguisher box and the wall. Xing Jian pressed the button but got no response, then realized it was still early and the freight elevator wasn't open yet.

He turned to leave, then suddenly remembered he had left something on top of the fire extinguisher box. He went back to get it, but the box was now empty. He stood there for a long time, seemingly wondering what he had left there, or how it could have disappeared. He scratched his head, but couldn't figure it out, so he simply left. There was a direct passage from the freight elevator to the passenger elevator in the lobby, which was the proper route, as it would be much shorter and avoid leaving the building. However, for no apparent reason, he didn't take this route. He walked out of the building's underground parking lot, circled the building's perimeter, and then entered the lobby. Xing Jian, carrying a laptop bag and wearing a knee-length trench coat, returned from outside. The security guard greeted him, and he smiled and replied that everything was normal.

The reason he said everything was normal was because the knee-length trench coat concealed the bloodstains on Xing Jian's shirt, and the exposed trousers were dark, making any bloodstains difficult to see even in the dim lighting.

Back home, Xing Jian took off his trench coat and hung it on the coat rack in the foyer. Then he stood in the middle of the living room, seemingly lost in thought. After a while, he thought of taking a shower. The reason he wanted to shower was because he remembered having sex earlier; after sex, one should shower, not because he had killed someone and was covered in blood. He no longer remembered killing someone.

He went into the bathroom and habitually stuffed his clothes into a large laundry bag. Usually, the cleaning staff would handle everything afterward, sending dry-cleaned items to the laundry and wet-cleaned items to the washing machine.

After showering, Xing Jian came out in his bathrobe and sat on the sofa, unsure of what to do next. He knew he was busy and had many things to do, but he just didn't know what to do first. He just sat there in a daze. Just then, the phone rang, jolting him awake. He remembered he needed to pick up his wife, Tao Juan. He answered the phone, and it was Tao Juan on the other end. She said she had just gotten off the plane and was on her way home, guessing he had overslept, so she was calling to check. Xing Jian said casually, "You're so clever, I really did oversleep." Tao Juan laughed and said, "No problem. Haven't had breakfast yet? I'll buy some and come up to eat together." When Tao Juan returned, Xing Jian was already dressed. Xing Jian busied himself making tea for Tao Juan, who, sitting on the sofa with nothing to do, looked around the living room. The paintings and furniture were all nice, except for a large, dirty sledgehammer leaning against the sofa. Tao Juan asked curiously, "Why is there a big sledgehammer here?" This question marked the beginning of Tao Juan's fatal misfortune. Even

Xing Jian hadn't noticed it in his house if Tao Juan hadn't asked. He replied, "Where? Oh, this… well, the kitchen renovation worker probably left it here a couple of days ago…" Xing Jian explained to Tao Juan, holding a teapot in one hand and gesturing with the other.

After explaining, Xing Jian brought over the tea set, sat down, and poured tea for Tao Juan and himself. Tao Juan laid out the breakfast she had bought, and then they began to eat.

Xing Jian ate his breakfast with his head down, occasionally looking up to talk to Tao Juan, "When I'm on business trips, I like to watch ghost movies or read ghost stories, and the scarier the better." At this moment, Xing Jian became increasingly nervous, many bloody images and monstrous demons with blue faces and fangs flashing through his mind.

He felt the scenery before him begin to blur, and when he looked at Tao Juan, her face seemed unreal, like a mask.

Tao Juan, oblivious to Xing Jian's change in demeanor, continued vividly recounting the ghost movie she had just watched. She described how the female ghost in the film haunted her former boyfriend, forcing him to fulfill his promise: to die with her. She depicted the ghost with enormous, deathly eyes, a deathly pale face, her lower eyelids rolled back, appearing particularly red, and bloodstains on her face, equally strikingly red. Her hair was disheveled, and her hands reached out like claws towards her boyfriend's face… Xing Jian stared intently at Tao Juan, his eyes filled with extreme terror. He saw Chen Xiaoyuan, the female ghost Tao Juan had described, exactly as she had. She was right behind Tao Juan, here to claim his life. Xing Jian remembered the large sledgehammer Tao Juan had mentioned leaning against the sofa; he could now easily reach it without making a sound. He instinctively reached out and gripped the handle tightly.

Tao Juan, seeing Xing Jian's terror, was still smug. She thought her storytelling was brilliant; she'd actually managed to frighten a grown man on a bright, sunny morning.

She secretly congratulated herself on her excellent speaking skills. Looking at Xing Jian, with food residue at the corner of his mouth and a terrified expression, she thought he was particularly silly and adorable, and couldn't resist reaching out to wipe his mouth with a tissue. Little did she know that this friendly gesture would be fatal to the deranged Xing Jian.

The Tao Juan he saw had transformed into the female ghost Chen Xiaoyuan; her speaking mouth had become a gaping, bloodthirsty maw, and the hand Tao Juan reached out was that deadly claw, sharp and razor-sharp.

Suddenly, Xing Jian swung a sledgehammer at Tao Juan, the blow striking her shoulder, causing her to collapse to the ground in pain. She frantically waved her one still-held hand, crying, "Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me! I won't scare you anymore..." But to Xing Jian, Tao Juan's desperate flailing was like a tightening grip of a demonic claw. He couldn't hear her cries; to him, they sounded like the howls of a female ghost demanding death. He swung the sledgehammer with both hands, his eyes bloodshot, and with all his might, he brought it down on Tao Juan's head. Poor Tao Juan closed her eyes; she had already fainted from fright before the hammer even reached her. When the hammer fell, Tao Juan only had half a face left. She had been smashed in half, her brains spilling out, and she inexplicably went to the underworld.

Putting down the sledgehammer, Xing Jian sat back down on the sofa, muttering to himself, "Hey, the female ghost is no match for me. She's dead, hahaha..." He calmly finished his breakfast, then muttered again, "I have to get rid of her. She can't stay here forever; she's taking up too much space." He then took a large wheeled suitcase from the room, put Tao Juan's body inside, and closed the lid. Tao Juan's body was now crouched, half her head bowed, sealed inside the suitcase.

Xing Jian, dressed in a suit and tie, carrying his laptop bag in one hand and pulling the large suitcase containing Tao Juan's body in the other, descended the elevator to the parking lot. He strode confidently to his car, put the suitcase in the trunk, and drove off.

He drove around his neighborhood, unable to decide where to go. He drove aimlessly for an unknown amount of time until he finally arrived at the scene of Chen Xiaoyuan's murder.

"Oh, here it is, finally found it." He muttered to himself, as if he had always had a destination but couldn't find it, and now he had finally found it. It was a two-lane road in the suburbs, with not many cars passing by.

He parked the car close to a depression, took the suitcase out of the trunk, and dumped Tao Juan's body into the depression. Tao Juan was now lying next to Chen Xiaoyuan. Xing Jian put the suitcase back in the trunk, walked around to the front of the car, and then, unsure of what to do next, he simply crossed his arms and leaned against the car, lost in thought. Just then, a car passed by, and the driver, thinking Xing Jian's car had "broken down," slowed down and asked, "Friend, need any help?" "No, thank you. I just don't know where to go."

"Hahaha... there are people like this." The driver sped away, shaking his head and leaving behind a string of loud laughter.

Xing Jian chuckled twice, walked back to the driver's side, and tried to get in and drive away. As he reached for the car door, his lowered gaze lingered on the two corpses in the ditch. Immediately, images flashed before his eyes: Potato, his upper body destroyed by a grenade, and Ah Huang, the female dog with half her head gone. He also saw the stray dog necrophiliacling Ah Huang. Xing Jian trembled violently. Chen Xiaoyuan's spilled intestines and blood had already attracted many flies, but Xing Jian's trembling wasn't due to fear, but rather excitement and impulsiveness.

He felt the flies made Chen Xiaoyuan's intestines and blood even more viscous, and at that moment he had a strange sense of identification; he felt like he was that stray dog committing necrophilia. He roared and jumped into the hollow, frantically stripping Tao Juan naked. His eyes never left Chen Xiaoyuan's bloodied, intestine-drained corpse; the corpse was enough to excite him. He spread her legs as wide as possible, grasped them with his hands, pressed his penis against the crevice of her labia, found the opening, rubbed and prodded, and then thrust in! It was tightly wrapped, and he felt a strange pleasure! The root was completely inside, reaching the deepest point. He exhaled and began to thrust wildly. Slowly, but soon sparks flew, and the speed increased, the flesh colliding with loud sounds… He knelt there, letting his organs enter the two corpses one after the other, sending the dead on their final journey with his sperm.

[The End]

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