Love Knows No Boundaries (Part 7)

Author: Nan Bowan,
first published on March 27, 2018.
This was the first time in Wanrong's life that she had slept holding a man. The man's strong body gave her
a sense of security she had never felt before.
That night, she and Aqiang were naked, embracing each other. Wanrong still used her thighs to hold the man, finding it
comfortable to sleep like this, and her hand never left the man's penis. Although continuous ejaculation
had made him somewhat tired, he still needed her delicate hand to fully grasp it. Even when the man adjusted
his sleeping position and his penis slipped from her grasp, she could instinctively find it again in her sleep,
gently taking it back, and would even whimper "Hmph! Hmph!" to express her dissatisfaction.
She was a woman whose very bones were permeated with gentleness and charm. Her so-called childhood sweetheart relationship with her ex-husband was merely a
product of her limited circumstances, a frog in a well. As for their marriage, it was a bland, lukewarm existence, consuming and suppressing
her life and nature.
Now, suddenly, a man with a large penis and a rough personality had opened her Pandora's box,
releasing a torrent of lust and tenderness like a volcanic eruption.
A-Qiang was pressed tightly against this sexy, beautiful body all night, feeling like he was flying to heaven.
The woman's soft pubic hair gently rubbed against his thighs, her delicate face resting on his neck, her breath
sweet as orchids, sleeping soundly. A-Qiang lowered his head, the fragrance of her hair filling his nostrils, and he couldn't resist sniffing her forehead.
"Mmm, A-Qiang, sleep, stop fooling around," Wan-Rong was still mumbling in her sleep.
A-Qiang quietly lifted the snow-white down comforter, and a full, white breast pressed against his chest, the flesh
fair, the nipple erect and exuding sexiness.
At nine in the morning, having slept so comfortably, A-Qiang remembered the woman's performance the night before, and his lower body
quickly became engorged with blood. This morning erection made his penis even thicker and harder than the night before. It was so hard that the woman's hand couldn't hold
it and she broke free.
"Ugh, where did it go? Give it to me, give it to me!" Wanrong felt the penis in her hand disappear,
and in her hazy state, she quickly found it on the man's lower abdomen. But it had been obediently erect all night, and it seemed to have regained
its ferocious appearance, hard as an iron rod.
"Sister Rong! The sun's already high in the sky, get up!" After saying that, Aqiang pulled up the blanket and slapped the woman's smooth
white buttocks with a "smack!"
"Ah!" Wanrong was woken up by the slap, and quickly pulled the blanket up, but her upper body was bare, her two round breasts exposed, leaning against
the headboard with the man.
"Sister Rong, those photos you were worried about, I deleted them yesterday." Aqiang said, picking up his phone and handing it to
the woman in his arms.
Wanrong didn't take the photo album to check it, but instead nestled obediently against the man's chest. "So, have you
engraved my body in your mind?"
"What?"
"What you said that day! You said you'd engrave my image in your mind before deleting the photos. Since you
've already deleted them, haven't you engraved it?"
Aqiang was reminded of his earlier words and thought, "So she's always cared about this!"
"Yes, Sister Rong, I've engraved it. It's in my heart, and I'll never forget it."
Wanrong didn't seem happy with this answer; instead, she seemed preoccupied and leaned closer to the man
, pressing her breasts even tighter.
"Aqiang, and also, and that answer, I've made you look at it for so long, shouldn't you tell me now?"
"Answer? What?"
"You—what do you think? Do my and her private parts look the same or different?" Wanrong asked coquettishly.
"Oh, haha, Sister, there's a saying: all vaginas are the same, only faces are different." Aqiang realized that the woman
actually took his earlier nonsense seriously.
"What? Really the same! I—"
Wanrong was a little disappointed and unwilling to give up. She wanted to ask for details, but then she thought, "Yeah! We're all women, how
could we be different?"
But then Aqiang chimed in, "I think that's nonsense. Of course, faces vary, and vaginas are definitely different
.
Our Rongjie's are plump and tender inside, light in color and with even pubic hair. They're the most beautiful I've ever seen. Otherwise,
why would I be unable to resist wanting to kiss and lick them? The sexiest thing in the world is hidden in Rongjie's panties!"
Wanrong was about to be disappointed when she heard the man praise her like this, and she didn't care that the word "vagina" was a bit crude.
"Really? Mine, is my vagina that good?" Women always like to ask again after being praised.
"Of course, it's not just beautiful, it's also very horny, it loves to leak, and if it's not enough to leak, it just spits out water!
Haha."
Wanrong regretted asking again. Of course, she knew that spits out water meant that she always had orgasms. Although she
had indeed become addicted to that feeling, being seen sprawled out and urinating was truly damaging to her goddess
image.
However, Wanrong was now completely open with this man, and she could let him
ruin her image in bed.
Wanrong had more important things to say, even though she knew it was wrong. She used to be a
woman with strong traditional morals, but now, if she didn't act this way, she would have no way out, because she knew that she wanted to be with this
man, body and soul, regardless of social status, age, or income. What mattered was that even if she disregarded everything
, she would never allow herself to be a mistress.
"Aqiang, since I'm so good, do you... do you want to be with me forever?" Wanrong mustered her courage and began
to steer the conversation.
"Of course I do! Who wouldn't be a fool! Haha!" Aqiang answered without hesitation, his hands still
kneading her large breasts.
"Well, although my husband has passed away, I still have two daughters, and they're both grown up
. Do you think anyone would want a woman like me?" Wanrong subtly hinted, emphasizing that
her daughters were grown up, implying she wouldn't be a burden on the man.
"What nonsense are you talking about? What do you mean 'want' or 'don't want'? I'm telling you, there would be a line of ten thousand men from downstairs to Chang'an Avenue
who would want me! And they'd all have to own thousands of acres of fertile land and be served in a grand sedan chair! Haha!" Aqiang said, adding...
He gestured and chatted happily, even pulling his hand away from her breasts.
"Really?"
"Of course it's true, and they also check family background, not royalty..."
Wanrong was preoccupied and didn't have time to listen to his boasting. She interrupted him, pulling his hand back and placing it
on her chest.
"Aqiang, I don't have any material demands. I just want to know, among the ten thousand people you mentioned in the queue, are
you one of them?"
"Huh? Me?"
"Yes, it's you!" Wanrong was like a girl confessing her first love, waiting for an answer. Her heart
was pounding, and she didn't know if her ample breasts could help her hide it from the man's notice.
"Me, do I even qualify for the queue?" This idiot, Aqiang's act was a bit over the top, and it really angered Wanrong.
"That's enough. I don't want to hear you pretending to be confused now. If you weren't qualified, would I
sleep naked with you? If you weren't qualified, would I be dressed like that waiting for you at home? If you're not qualified, then take your
hand off my breasts right now."
"Waaah..." Wanrong cried again in anger.
"Sister Rong, don't cry, I was wrong. I'm willing to wait in line, and if anyone dares to stand in front of me, I'll kick
their head off! Don't cry." A-Qiang quickly apologized, trying to comfort Wan-Rong.
"Really? Hehe!" Wan-Rong smiled through her tears. This woman's face.
"Really, really."
"Then you like me?"
"Yes, Sister Rong, I love you to death."
"Don't you care that I've been married before and have children?"
"I don't care. As long as I'm with you, I don't care about anything. You can touch it if you don't believe me." A-Qiang
responded with a series of agreeable words, then pulled the woman's hand to his penis.
"Ugh, I'm talking to you seriously! Oh, it's so hard, so thick! You pervert!" Wan-Rong said this,
but her hand wouldn't let go of the penis she loved so much, slowly kneading and stroking it.
"Then, A-Qiang, I'm begging you. If you promise me, I'll treat you well for the rest of my life, and I'll make you
feel good, okay?" Wan-Rong's voice was barely audible by the end.
"Sister Rong, you're almost squeezing me raw! Tell me, even if it costs me my life, I won't hesitate." A-
Qiang comfortably agreed haphazardly.
"Silly boy, what would I do with your life?"
"Okay, no problem, tell me, ah! So good." A-Qiang closed his eyes, enjoying the caress of her jade-like hands.
"A-Qiang, divorce your wife and be with me. Is that okay?" Wan-Rong finally made her final request after going around in circles
.
A-Qiang was visibly stunned. "What?"
"I want you to divorce your wife and be with me, is that alright?" Wan-Rong asked again.
"Sister Rong, I'm sorry, I can't divorce my wife!"
As soon as A-Qiang spoke, he felt the woman on top of him shudder.
At that moment, hearing the man's rejection, Wan-Rong felt as if a huge rock had struck her chest, her head throbbing
with pain. In a split second, a tear rolled down her cheek onto the man's shoulder; she couldn't cry out loud.
And that silent tear flowed from A-Qiang's shoulder into his heart, changing his initial intentions.
In his memory, no woman had ever shed a tear for him out of love. Not a single one, including his
mother who was no longer alive.
Tears continued to flow silently. A-Qiang felt his eyes blurring and wiped them away. "What? I
can cry too?"
He couldn't help but believe it, because the liquid on his fingertips was tears that had welled up in his eyes with heartache. He
wiped his eyes a few more times behind the woman's back, trying to calm himself down.
"Sister Rong, don't cry! Can you wait until I finish what I have to say?"
Wan-Rong was so heartbroken that she almost bit her lip. She forced herself to calm down. "Um! I, I, it's okay!
I, I'm sorry, A-Qiang, I shouldn't have made such an unreasonable request. I, I overthought it, I'm sorry."
"Yes! I really can't do what you asked." A-Qiang replied.
"Um, I understand, I..." Wan-Rong choked up again.
"Sister Rong, what do you understand? You're asking a bachelor who's never been married to get a divorce, isn't that too much
to ask? You can't just take advantage of your big breasts to bully people like this, can you? Haha!" A-Qiang laughed uncontrollably at the end
.
"What? What did you say?" Wanrong sat up on the bed, staring wide-eyed at Aqiang.
"What's wrong? You're glaring at me, but I'm still single, haha! Stop crying now! Big boobs, no brains, hahaha
!"
"You, what's the deal with the woman in the photo?" Wanrong pressed.
"That one! That's a photo of the landlord's wife. I picked it up from the floor, and then, then I just took it
out randomly to fool you. You believed it? What else could it be but big boobs and no brains?"
"You, really? You're not lying to me this time?" Wanrong was still a little skeptical.
"My dear Rong-jie, use your brain. Who am I, Aqiang?
I can't even eat when I see a woman that ugly. Would I marry a wife like that? Am I on a diet?" Aqiang said nonchalantly
.
"You—I—I..." Wanrong believed him, but was too excited to speak coherently.
"You, what do you mean? What do I mean? Say it! All you do is cry, you don't even let me finish!"
"I love you, Qiang, I love you so much." Wanrong happily threw herself into the man's arms, pounding her pink fists against
his chest.
"Sister Rong, I'll marry you, I'll even ride a seven-colored cloud to marry you, do you believe me? Haha! You can't escape me."
Qiang's words came from the bottom of his heart. "You ride a seven-colored cloud? You're like Sun Wukong, haha! Qiang, I'm 　　happy
just sitting in your Wuling van ." 　　Wanrong's foolish love is every man's dream. 　　"Gently, Qiang, gently, ah, you're killing me, um!" 　　Wanrong knelt on the edge of the bed, her beautiful buttocks raised high, being fiercely penetrated by Qiang from behind. 　　"Sister Rong likes this position, right?" 　　"Ah! Ah! I don't like it, it's too deep, it's too deep like this, don't touch my butt, um, gently scratch, 　　A-Qiang, gently scratch there." 　　A-Qiang inserted his penis into her vagina and stimulated the anus with his fingernail.

"Sister Rong, I like it when you bend over so I can fuck you, that way I can see your little asshole. Tell
me the truth."
A-Qiang sped up his thrusts, his thick penis bringing out the vaginal fluid with each withdrawal, and then
slamming hard against the woman's cervix when he thrust in.
"Gurgle, gurgle,"
"A-Qiang, be gentle, I can't breathe,"
Wan-Rong felt the thrusting slow down, and then "slap, slap, slap, slap!" her buttocks were slapped by the man.
"Tell me, do you like this position? If you don't tell me, I'll beat your big ass to a pulp, haha! Will you tell me or not?"
A-Qiang was really enjoying the slapping; the angle was perfect for spanking.
"Ah! Ah, don't hit me, I like it, I like bending over so you can fuck me."
"Anything else? Tell me, why do you like it?"
"I, I like to show you my asshole, let you touch it, I'm so embarrassed, but it feels so good. Hmm! Hmm,
so deep!"
Ah Qiang wasn't satisfied yet, so he increased the intensity, "Turn your head, Rong-jie, look at me and say it."
"Hmm! Hmm!"
Wan Rong was enjoying the penetration, so she simply supported her body with her shoulders, her big breasts pressed against the bed, turned her head, and looked at
the man who was fucking her, "Ah Qiang, I like to bend over so you can fuck me, hmm! Ah! Because I let you
see my asshole, I feel a little excited, I'm telling the truth, oh, so embarrassing."
Ah Qiang fucked her hard for over a hundred more times, feeling that the woman under his crotch was about to come, so he simply pulled the woman into his
arms, like holding a child to pee, with her legs wide open. His penis was still inserted in her hole, and he just stood there,
fucking her as he walked.
"Ah! Qiang, no, put me down, um, you're killing me, I'm scared, ah, ah, um!"
Qiang ignored the woman's protests and carried her out of the bedroom. "Where's the bathroom?"
"You, what are you going to do?" In this position, Wanrong's vagina was wide open, and the penis inserted into her vagina
was her only point of leverage to maintain her balance. She could only squeeze the penis tightly.
"It's here!" Before Wanrong could answer, Qiang found the bathroom, went in, turned on the light,
and started thrusting vigorously in front of a large mirror.
"Sister Rong, look at how you're being fucked."
Wanrong opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror, being held by the man like a child being urinated on. Her exposed breasts
bounced up and down, a large penis was inserted into her vagina, her labia were stretched wide open, and she was wet inside, even her urethra was faintly
visible.
"Ugh, I'm so ashamed, ah! ah!"
This shameful stimulation, combined with waves of tingling sensation in her lower body, rushed to her brain. "I can't take it anymore, I'm
going to die, A-Qiang, harder, fuck me harder, ah!"
As A-Qiang increased the force, he took the woman's earlobe into his mouth, his tongue immediately licking into her ear canal, whispering
something.
Wanrong had reached her climax and nodded. "A-Qiang, thrust into me harder, ah! ah! I'm so happy, I'm going to die,
look at me, A-Qiang, look at my cunt, look at my cunt, I'll pee for you, ooh, ooh, ah! ah!"
A-Qiang felt a heat in the woman's vagina, immediately pulled out his penis, and pointed the woman's vagina at the mirror
. A stream of vaginal fluid spurted out, "Sizzle! Sizzle!" hitting the mirror. Just as it finished spurting, her urethra opened again,
and a stream of hot urine hit the same spot, washing away the previous vaginal fluid.
"Shh~ Shh~ Shh," A-Qiang mimicked the whistling sound a child makes when urinating.
"Sister Rong, are you done peeing?"
"Waaah~ Waaah~ Waaah~ I can't live anymore, I'm so embarrassed, waaah~ I'm done peeing, I'm done peeing, you're a filthy scoundrel
, waaah~"
"Haha! You're done, you're done peeing, it's my turn."
A-Qiang carried the woman back to the bedroom, laid her flat on the edge of the bed, and stood on the floor. He spread the woman's thighs apart,
revealing her wet vulva, and thrust his thick, hard penis in, all the way to her cervix, hitting her hard.
"Ah! Waaah~ Waaah~ I'm going to be fucked to death by you, um, so thick, fuck me gently,"
A-Qiang maintained this position, like a diesel pile driver, "thump thump thump, thump thump thump," he thrust hard
more than a hundred times in one go, and the woman under him was also panting heavily, and it seemed she was getting into the mood again.
"Ah! So good, Qiang, your cock is so thick, ah, it feels so good inside, I'm coming again, ah!"
"Sister Rong, I'm about to cum too, choose one place, mouth or cunt."
"Cum in my cunt, cum inside my cunt, if you cum, I'll climax again for you. Ah! Fuck me harder, almost there, ah!"
Wanrong felt a tingling sensation all over her body, moaning with pleasure.
"Sister Rong, stick your ass out, show me your asshole."
"Hmm!"
Wanrong felt the penis being pulled out, her cunt feeling empty, and immediately, at the fastest speed, she rolled over and stuck her ass out, her hands
behind her back, actively spreading her plump buttocks, completely exposing her asshole and cunt to the man's eyes.
"Let me show you, hurry, hurry and put it in, ah!"
Qiang thrust all the way in again.
"Good Sister Rong, do you have a horny cunt? Tell me, tell me, tell me,"
"Slap, slap, slap," Qiang asked while slapping her ass.
"Mmm, I am, I am a slut, ooh~"
Ah Qiang looked at the white buttocks beneath him, the flesh undulating from his penetration, and could no longer hold back. His ejaculation was unleashed, his eyes burning
with heat. He pressed his two thumbs against the anus's frenulum and pulled hard, his glans pressing against
the cervix, releasing a powerful ejaculation that sent shivers through the uterus.
Wan Rong was already close to orgasm, and the hard pull on her anus sent a jolt of electricity through her body.
The hot semen scalded her uterus. "Ah! It's coming again, ah! I'm dying, ah! ah!"
One ejaculated inside, the other sprayed out, and finally they collapsed onto the bed, convulsing.
"Ah Qiang, are you comfortable? Why aren't you pulling out?" Wan Rong's orgasm had subsided, but she could still feel the penis
inside her, twitching intermittently.
"Mmm, that feels good. Rong-jie, I'm out of energy. Go lick my dick clean, it'll feel even better! Hehe!"
"That's so rude, I... I know." Wanrong said whatever she wanted when she was having fun, but after it was over,
she still felt that the words were vulgar.
Wanrong knelt between A-Qiang's legs, carefully licking his semi-erect penis little by little, from bottom to top, and then took the glans
into her mouth, slowly cleaning it with her saliva.
A-Qiang lifted his buttocks, and immediately a fragrant tongue darted into his anus, its sweet saliva
brushing against his anus. "Mmm! Comfortable. Lick my anus a little longer," A-Qiang leaned against the headboard and lit
another cigarette.
At noon, Wan-Rong refused to let A-Qiang get out of bed, saying she wanted to show him her
cooking skills and would cook for him herself.
"How is it? My cooking is alright, isn't it?" Wan-Rong opened her beautiful eyes wide, expectantly waiting for the man's
evaluation of her cooking.
"Hmm, this..."
"How is it? You've almost finished a plate of chicken wings, and you still haven't tasted it? Ugh, I have
n't even eaten yet!" Wan-Rong was actually very happy to see him eating so heartily.
"Delicious, delicious! I haven't eaten a single grain of rice since last night, yet I've been working tirelessly. With this delicious meal, I can
work for another three days. Haha!" After saying this, A-Qiang picked up a chicken wing and placed it in Wan-Rong's bowl.
"Are you still capable? You've practically ruined the land, working like a bull, I hope you die from exhaustion."
Wanrong felt her legs were aching.
"Only bulls die from exhaustion, not land that's ruined! Hehe! Sister Rong, what are we doing this afternoon after lunch?"
Wanrong blushed. "Do you still want it? I said, I'll let you, let you have your fill of fun."
"Have your fill of fun? Sister Rong, I'll never have enough of you."
Wanrong felt a surge of joy at the thought.
"Sister Rong, how about we go for a walk in the streets this afternoon, and I'll make up for it when we get back."
"Get lost, who wants you to make up for it!"
After learning that Aqiang had never actually been married, Wanrong
was no longer opposed to going out with him in public. Anyway, it had been a long time since she'd gone out, so she readily agreed.
A beat-up van, its shock absorbers rattling, struggled to climb the rooftop parking lot of the Chang'an International Shopping Center
.
"Beep, beep, beep," the cars behind were honking.
"Is it okay? Downshift! Hehe!" Wanrong was teaching Aqiang how to drive from the passenger seat.
"Downshift what? If you downshift any further, it'll be in neutral! Okay, finally up."
Wanrong used to come here often in previous years, occasionally buying some clothes, but since those
things happened at home, she hadn't come back. Firstly, she wasn't in the mood, and secondly, she was very particular about the quality of her clothes, and
the high-end clothing here was quite expensive.
Aqiang was carefree, never shaved, and never cared about his clothes, it seemed like he'd just wear whatever was available! His
shoes were especially dirty, as if they were never polished.
But this guy's appearance attracted envy and jealousy from all the men in the mall, and the women
looked on with bewilderment. Just because he was holding Wanrong's hand.
Wanrong was a little uncomfortable at first, not because she disliked Aqiang. It was just that her husband had only passed away
a little over a year ago, and it wasn't quite appropriate to go shopping with a man like this. But seeing Aqiang's domineering manner,
she simply let him be. Anyway, she was going to marry him, so it was only a matter of time before people saw them.
"Qiang, let's go check out the men's clothing section! I want to buy you some clothes and a pair of shoes, okay?"
"Buy them for me? What nonsense are you talking about? How can I spend a woman's money? I don't care what I wear, I like to be low-key,
to keep a low profile."
Wanrong was both annoyed and amused, thinking, "You're a fruit seller, low-key? How can you be low-key?"
But she couldn't say it directly. "Then let's go to a regular department store! The clothes here are so expensive! I also like to be low-key!"
"You? You don't need to. You should dress as high-profile as possible. Hmm! This store, this store's clothes suit you. My
taste is right! Let's go in and take a look!"
Qiang pulled Wanrong's hand and walked into a women's clothing store.
"Ya Ying! A Qiang, you have good taste! I really like the clothes from this store! I have another
dress from this store in my closet, but it's been several years."
"What? My taste is just 'good'? Watch me pick out clothes for you, and you'll see what good taste really is,
saleswoman!" A Qiang shouted like he was in a market in such an elegant shopping environment.
"Hello! Do you need any recommendations?" A saleswoman in a boutique uniform came over to answer.
"No need, just remember the clothes I'm pointing to: this one, this one, the one above, and these few,
the pink shirt on the mannequin, this one, and that dress, those three black and white outfits over there, this one,
this one, and these three pairs of shoes. Okay, got it?"
"Huh?"
"Huh what?"
"Okay, please wait a moment." The saleswoman cursed inwardly, "I'm doomed, I guess I'm going to waste another
afternoon."
This kind of situation happens often; some people just try things on without buying anything, especially this guy, dressed like a peasant visiting
the city.
"Qiang, are you crazy? Don't you know, the clothes here are expensive, not like those wholesale markets." Wanrong
pulled Qiang aside and whispered a reminder.
"Ah! Wholesale market? We don't do wholesale. Rongjie, you try them on first. I just want you to see
what my taste is like."
Upon hearing this, Wanrong immediately understood. "So you want me to be your clothes hanger? Oh well, let him be happy! If
I find something nice, I'll buy it, otherwise it'll be so embarrassing!"
Wanrong spent over an hour trying on clothes in the fitting room, and sure enough, every single piece
looked amazing on her. Besides Qiang's excellent taste, Wanrong's model-like figure was also
a major factor.
The sales assistant and other customers in the mall stared in disbelief, feeling ashamed of themselves and also sorry for the woman
. Phrases like "a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung" and "good cabbage being eaten by a pig" inevitably came to mind.
"Wife, don't I have good taste? You look good in everything!" Knowing what others thought, A-Qiang deliberately raised
his voice.
"What?" Wan-Rong didn't react immediately to this idiot calling her "wife."
"I said they all look good, I'll take them all. Um, miss, you can calculate the bill!" He then pulled
a white mink coat from the mannequin and threw it over. "This one doesn't need to be tried on, it'll be included in the bill."
The sales assistant was stunned. "Sir, are you sure you want this one without trying it on?"
"No try-on, no sale?" A-Qiang's eyes widened.
"No, no, I'm selling, I'm selling!" The sales assistant turned and ran to the cashier to calculate the bill.
"A-Qiang, stop messing around, I only want one piece, we can't afford it, you know these clothes cost tens of
thousands!" Wan-Rong anxiously grabbed A-Qiang's clothes.
"Really? That much money? No way?" A-Qiang was unconvinced.
"You, you just wait and see!" Wan-Rong stomped her foot angrily.
"Sir, hello, because there are many clothes, I apologize for keeping you waiting. The total is 175,800 yuan."
"How much?" Wan-Rong exclaimed in surprise.
"Miss, the total is 175,800. That mink coat is on sale because it's out of season. It was originally 158,000, but now it's only
a little over 100,000. It's a great deal." The sales assistant said casually, but in her heart she was thinking, "Only a fool would spend that much money; it's like wearing
a car on his body."
"Well, I'm sorry, we... we don't want it. I'll go change. Wait a moment!" Wanrong said
and ran back to the fitting room.
A few minutes later, she put on the clothes she had come in with, ran out, and grabbed Aqiang, wanting to leave. But the sales assistant
walked over with a smile and said, "I'm sorry, Miss, you're so lucky. You're the 880,000th customer of this brand
. The head office has a promotion for you with a discount."
"A discount? Forget it, I don't want it even with a discount." Wanrong thought, "Don't try to fool me with this
. It's just a promotional tactic."
"Wife, let's not rush off. Let's see what discount we get first." Aqiang was unhurried.
Upon hearing her called "wife" again, Wanrong glared angrily. "What discount?"
"Oh! Hello, our head office is giving you a 0.5 discount, cough, cough, yes, 0.5 discount." The
sales assistant coughed a few times, probably because she had a cold.
"How much? 0.5 discount? Are you sure you're not mistaken?" Wanrong had never heard of such a discount before. She thought,
"This is outrageous! 0.5 discount, I might as well give it to you for free."
"That's right, the discounted price is 8,790 yuan."
"Oh? Then I'll take it. I'll pay by card, you can issue the receipt!" Wanrong felt that the Ya Ying dress in her closet
cost more than 4,000 yuan, and now spending more than 8,000 yuan to buy such a large pile of clothes, plus a mink coat, was indeed a good deal.
"Hello, your husband has already paid."
A-Qiang picked out a long pink dress from among the many clothes and handed it to Wanrong. "Put this on now
. Please have the sales assistant deliver the rest to the address I gave you earlier."
"Okay, sir, no problem, that's within our service."
After shopping, it was almost dusk. A-Qiang drove while saying, "See, Sister Rong, I told you a few
cheap clothes weren't that expensive! You didn't believe me!"
"They're not expensive, but they still cost over eight thousand yuan. I don't want you to spend so much money; you work hard to earn it."
"Don't underestimate me. I earn two or three thousand yuan a month! I'm happy to let you spend it!"
"You only earn two or three thousand yuan a month, A-Qiang, you're so good to me. The phone and today's clothes have cost a lot
. I... I feel bad." Wanrong learned that the man had spent almost half a year's income on her in the past few days. Besides
feeling embarrassed, she also felt very secure with him. Actually, this is what most women feel
. A man's willingness to spend money on a woman gives her a sense of security.
"Sister Rong, don't feel bad, just treat me to a meal! How about it?"
"Of course, Qiang, whatever you want to eat today, I'll treat you. Let's have a big meal, hehe
, what do you say!" Wanrong felt that this would make her feel better.
"Sister Rong, how about Ma's Douhua at Xidaomen? It's my favorite, haha!"
"What? Qiang, you also love that place's douhua? Me, I love it too! That's great, my
mouth waters just thinking about it! Hehe, that's great, um! But, it's only five yuan a bowl. I said I'd treat you to a big
meal, so how about we go for douhua another day? You can suggest a more upscale place, okay?" Wanrong was so
surprised; the man actually liked that place's douhua just like her.
"Why go for a fancy meal? Does expensive food necessarily mean better quality? Not necessarily. I think clothes should be expensive, because they're
high-quality.
But food is like women—the best is often found in the common folk, haha!"
"What? What do you mean?" Wanrong asked
, puzzled. "Haha! Don't you think so, Sister Rong? The best food is hidden in back alleys and back streets, just like good women
, living quietly in their own little worlds. They're so much better than those celebrities and beauties,
just like my Sister Rong."
"Hmm? Really?" As Wanrong listened to his eloquent explanation, a thought suddenly popped into her mind, "Is he
selling fruit at the market?"
This tofu pudding shop was indeed well-known far and wide, with many loyal fans, but the shop wasn't on a busy street, and the dining environment
was rather poor.
Because there was no parking on the street, they had to park their car several hundred meters away and walk there.
"Oh! Qiang, it seems like they're closed. We've made a wasted trip." Wanrong noticed the owner packing up his stall in the distance
.
"Oh, really? I'll go check. If they're closed, you don't need to cross the street. Just wait for me here."
A-Qiang said and left alone.
A little while later, A-Qiang waved from across the street, signaling Wan-Rong to come over.
"Boss, you're still open? Great! Two bowls of tofu pudding, extra spicy, please." Wan-Rong said, finding a place
to sit down, then seemed to remember something.
"By the way, A-Qiang, can you eat spicy food?"
"Yes, yes, just like you, I especially love it, the more the better."
"Great, we have the same taste! We both love this place's tofu pudding, and we both love it extra spicy, boss,
add extra!"
"Yeah, yeah!" A-Qiang's face darkened.
"Mmm, so delicious! It's especially delicious today! Right? A-Qiang, hey! You're crying!" Wan-Rong noticed
A-Qiang's face was red, and tears were almost welling up in his eyes.
"No! Hehe! I just got some sand in my eyes."
A-Qiang said, wiping his tears and snot with a tissue.
"Hey! Qiang, you got burned by the spiciness, didn't you? Haha, you're hilarious! You even dared to boast that you could eat spicy food!"

"Stop eating, haha! You're so funny." Wanrong laughed so hard she couldn't eat anymore 　　, seeing Aqiang's disheveled state and the stark contrast to his prowess in bed .
In the end, Wanrong finished both bowls of tofu pudding by herself.
The tofu pudding shop owner watched the two leave and shook his head. "Sigh! This woman is really hot,
but the man's tofu pudding is too expensive. Is it worth it?"
"Aqiang, thank you!" Wanrong stopped and took Aqiang's hand by the roadside.
"Thank me for what?"
"You don't like tofu pudding at all, and you can't eat spicy food, right?" "
Who said that? I love to eat it. If you love to eat it, Sister Rong, I love to eat it too!"
"Aqiang, you're so good to me."
"Because I ate tofu pudding with you?" Aqiang asked.
"Yes, more than that. I feel like you're genuinely good to me. Otherwise, how would you know what I like to eat?"
Wanrong wasn't stupid. She realized that this man understood her far better than someone she had only known for a few days. The only explanation was that
he was very attentive.
"You're so good to me too, Sister Rong."
"What?"
"You stick your butt out at me, that's being good to me, haha! Really, that's the most beautiful scenery in the world.
Only I am fortunate enough to appreciate it, isn't that right?" A-Qiang laughed.
"Ugh, you big rascal, that sounds nice, what scenery? You just like seeing me make a fool of myself." Wan
-Rong said coquettishly.
"I really like seeing it!" A-Qiang pulled the woman into his arms.
"Then let's hurry home, I'll let you see it." Wan-Rong whispered in her ear.
"With, me, in, Chang, An, on, the, streets, walk, a, walk~ ooh, oh," A-Qiang
sang as he walked, holding Wan-Rong's hand, not caring about the stares of passersby, and even changing the lyrics.
"Until, all, lights, are, out, I, will, not, stop, staying."
"You, will, hold, my, sleeve."
A-Qiang sang, stretching out his arm, indicating that he should do as the lyrics said. Seeing his silly expression, Wanrong smiled knowingly and took
his arm.
Aqiang, hands in his pockets, continued singing, "I, will, put, my, hands, in, my, pockets."
The two walked and sang, attracting the attention of passersby. Wanrong was gradually
infected by the unrestrained and free-spirited man beside her, and began to stroll along to the rhythm of his song.
Finally, the dance-loving woman broke free from Aqiang's arm, twirling her pink gauze skirt and dancing lightly.
This relatively secluded street, tonight, boasted the most beautiful night view in all of Chang'an.

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