[It Feels Like I've Been in Love Once] (08-10) (The End) Author: sshsh05

Author: sshsh05
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Chapter Eight

The two were restless and preoccupied with their own thoughts on the journey. The underlying ambiguity and anticipation made the atmosphere in the car
tense.

Jiaming was somewhat silent. Wanyue knew he was unsure of her feelings and thought that 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 hugged Jiaming's neck. The two of them
passionately kissed and intertwined, retreating towards the bedroom in an embrace.

As soon as Wanyue lay down on the bed, she pulled Jiaming down to press against her and began to undo his belt.

Jiaming stopped her hand and said, "Howard. Please
indulge." 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, beautiful 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.

The feeling of being stripped naked was incredibly intense for Wanyue; goosebumps rose all over her body, just like the first time, only without
the tension and fear.

When Jiaming pressed his lips to her private parts, she felt a little weak. Her mind was filled with Jiaming's various gazes—
smiling, concerned, teasing, affectionate—replaying on and on 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 removed her clothes and unhooked her bra, her nerves taut at every touch.

She felt as if she were lying in a vast wilderness, soft, dry grass beneath her, the spring breeze caressing her
naked body. Wherever Jiaming's hands and lips moved, the sunlight followed, and she stretched
out to welcome that warm, heart-warming ray of sunshine.

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 gently probe her
sensitive spots, but never lingering for long. Wanyue's body would
tremble and twist, as if she had just tasted a piece of vanilla ice cream, leaving a sweet aftertaste that she could savor while enjoying the caresses of
other parts of her body.

The cycle of tension and relaxation was like the rising tide, surging forward, then receding a little, then surging forward
again, then receding a little again, only each rise was higher than the last. Her desire was so intense that
Wanyue was soaking wet, yet 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 bead,
gently brushing it with the tip of his tongue. Two fingers of his right hand slid in, his index finger probing downwards, slowly spreading her
anus and squeezing in little by little.

In an instant, Wanyue was sent soaring into the air, her legs opening and closing rapidly before bursting forth.

Jiaming paused, withdrawing his index finger from her anus, slowly sucking on the small bead,
then gently withdrawing his finger from Wanyue's body. A sweet, pleasurable sensation filled Wanyue's body once more. His
left hand grasped Wanyue's breast, not teasing it, but gently kneading it.

Wanyue's sensations were like the receding tide; with each movement of Jiaming's hand and sucking, the tide surged forward,
then slowly receded, then surged again, then slowly receded again.

She fell into a sweet sleep.

She only slept for a short while, but it felt as if she had slept all night. When she woke up, she found a blanket covering her.
Jiaming was half-reclining on the bed, looking at her. A blanket also covered his midsection, but the rest of his body was naked.

As soon as she opened her eyes, Jiaming 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-reclining beside Jiaming, and said, "Do your wives
always ?"

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 following her climax, Wanyue's lower body was swollen, 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-suppressed desire was released all at once, 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 light breaths and said, "That's because you're too amazing."

Wanyue smiled sweetly, "I'm much more amazing 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, it'll taste even better."

Jiaming rolled over, and Wanyue rested her head under his armpit, her hand stroking Jiaming's chest, and said... "You were 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?"

Jia Ming said, "Of course I'm not an old scholar to you, I'm a scoundrel."

Wan Yue's words were full of allure as she said, "I like scoundrels, and I also like
Jia Ming in that little cottage in Morris."

Jia Ming hugged Wan Yue and said, "Wu Lei has no patience. I was already so desperate, thinking
my fantasies about sex were impossible to realize, but I never expected to encounter..." "It's you now. This is truly a once-in-a-lifetime encounter."

Hearing his earnestness, Wanyue kissed his cheek and said, "Do you know, Wu Lei and I
were intimate the first night we met."

Jiaming exclaimed in surprise, "Really? No wonder Wu Lei was a little affectionate with you the next day. I thought it
was a bit strange, but I didn't think much of it. I thought it was normal between girls."

Wanyue wanted to pique his curiosity, so she asked, "Do you want to know how we were intimate?"

Jiaming said, "I'm a lewd scoundrel, just imagine it. Did Wu Lei fall asleep immediately?

Did you come on your own?"

Wanyue laughed, "You know your wife quite well. I was a little tired the first night, and I fell asleep quickly after Wu Lei
. But I came on my own the second night."

Jiaming chuckled and said, "So naughty! Were the sheets and blankets all wet with your water? 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 was..." I got caught up in my own thoughts, or maybe your reaction stirred things up, anyway, I'm really into it tonight.

Wu Lei offered to serve me this morning, but I refused; I just wanted to enjoy myself. Unexpectedly,
my wife didn't get to serve me that night, so tonight it's my turn. To both of you, I feel like a queen.

Jiaming hugged Wanyue, inhaling her hair's fragrance, 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 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." She knew I ... "Why do I like you? On our first night in Morris, your eyes were so 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 so excited, it wasn't all from the alcohol, was it?"

Jiaming said, "It's all because of you. Your sudden entrance 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 extremely 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 historical anecdotes and scenic spots Wanyue described, his eyes glued to her. Seeing
her so cheerful melted his heart.

While strolling in Boston Common, Wanyue took Jiaming's arm and nestled
close to him. They were a perfect match in height, 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 hers on her second day in Morris, except she let her hair down and applied a light touch of
lipstick, shedding her casualness and retaining a sexy and alluring air. 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 nonetheless.

On the way, Wanyue suggested going to the supermarket to buy lobster to cook for dinner, but Jiaming objected, saying he wasn't interested in lobster and
insisted on keeping it simple, saying takeout would suffice.

The two went home, turned on the TV, watched "If You Are the One," and changed their clothes.

At first, Wanyue wanted them both to be naked, but Jiaming disagreed, saying, "There's
an episode of Seinfeld that says 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 would see his girlfriend as a radiant naked woman, while
his girlfriend would see him as a disgusting hairy woman. They couldn't even be together for a short while, and
eventually they 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. In the end, they compromised, leaving their lower bodies bare but their upper bodies covered. Wanyue's t-
shirt and the upper part of Jiaming's pajamas were both long enough, so their lower bodies were only partially exposed. Jiaming said he liked looking at her like that.

The two hugged and cuddled, sometimes commenting on the male and female guests on the show, sometimes touching and
teasing 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 half-full.

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 felt a little embarrassed. Wanyue leaned down and took it in her mouth. Jiaming inhaled deeply.

Wanyue said, "Close your eyes." Jiaming obediently closed them.

Wanyue knew Jiaming wouldn't last long like this. She continued to suckle and caress herself. When she was aroused,
she sat on top of him.

Jiaming cupped Wanyue's breasts in his hands, staring intently at her face, as if he wanted to devour her
whole .

Wanyue's face flushed from his gaze, so she closed her eyes, experiencing the pleasure
beneath him under .

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 groan, he ejaculated. Wanyue
immediately followed, releasing comfortably. The two slowly collapsed onto the sofa, embracing each other to rest and calm their bodies.

Wanyue kissed Jiaming 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 that were fans of yours. 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 affairs: good affairs and bad
affairs. I'm not interested in bad affairs, and I have very high standards for good affairs, which are basically impossible to find.

Take us, for example. If a shallow woman had your body, I would 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 cuddling for a while, Wanyue suggested, "Shall we find a movie to watch?" Jiaming agreed.

Wanyue opened the TV cabinet, and the two of them picked one out together. They flipped to "When Harry Met
All," and Jiaming said he really liked it. Wanyue agreed, saying, "Let's watch one." Jiaming suggested flipping through some more.

Flipping to "The Bridge of Madison County," Jiaming
pursed his lips, looking unimpressed. He continued searching, stopping when he saw a movie called "Handsome Young Man," and said,
"You actually have this? I heard it so many times on the radio when I was little, and I even saw the movie. I especially love
the songs."

Wanyue said, "Really? I specifically searched for and collected this before the internet was so powerful."

Jiaming said, "Let's take this one." Wanyue agreed.

Wanyue put some popcorn in the microwave, and as they ate, listening to the familiar songs, a wave of
nostalgia washed over them. Looking at each other, their eyes were a little moist, as if their pasts
had been connected through this movie, bringing them closer together.

After the movie, Wanyue ordered takeout: two salads and two caloneres, which they ate cleanly.

The TV then switched back to "If You Are the One" as background music. Wanyue was peeling fruit in the kitchen when Jiaming picked up a book—
it was about investment—and started flipping through it while glancing at the TV.

Seeing a familiar-looking guest, Jiaming said, "Wanyue, come over here quickly, doesn't this male guest look like 'Heart
to Heart'?" "

Heart to Heart" was a pseudonym in a group chat; for some reason, it had posted its own photo. Wanyue
came over, looked, and laughed, "He really does look like him. Could it be him?"

Jiaming said, "No, this isn't the North American episode."

Wanyue, knife in hand, leaned on the back of the sofa, watching the show.

Jiaming glanced at her, his gaze immediately drawn to her. Wanyue's curvaceous figure
was on full display in that pose; her slender waist and almost bare, upturned buttocks created a sexy and beautiful curve.

Jiaming said, "Don't move."

He stood up, walked behind Wanyue, and reached out to grab her buttocks. Wanyue then exaggeratedly moaned
and laughed. Jiaming's lust flared. He lifted Wanyue's t-shirt, and Wanyue tossed aside the knife, stretching out her hands
. The t-shirt arced through the air as Jiaming tossed it aside.

Wanyue stood on tiptoe, her legs together, revealing the beautiful lines of her vulva to Jiaming.

Jiaming groaned, leaning against Wanyue's back, saying, "I can't take it anymore, it's so beautiful, I'm going to be mesmerized."

Wanyue placed her left leg on the back of the sofa, her right toes pointing upwards. The height was perfect, and Jiaming slipped
inside her , immediately thrusting.

Wanyue gripped the back of the sofa with both hands, letting Jiaming thrust in and out. After a while, she slowly turned around, her left leg straddling
Jiaming's left shoulder, then across his cheek, straddling his right shoulder, and then down, until they were face to face.

Jiaming hadn't expected Wanyue to be so supple. He stopped thrusting, savoring the changing pressure inside her,
completely entranced .

Once Wanyue was settled on the back of the sofa, her hands resting on her neck, Jiaming began to move vigorously again.

The previous two times Jiaming had reached orgasm quickly, his movements weren't particularly vigorous. This time, however, his thrusts
were as ferocious as an animal's.

Wanyue, wanting to reciprocate, used her body, honed from dance training, to perform difficult moves to please Jiaming. She
performed with abandon, like on stage, displaying every posture of her body with exquisite beauty. Her pleasure came
not only from Jiaming's thrusts inside her but also from the dance-like display of her own body.

Jiaming was overwhelmed by visual, mental, and physical pleasure, responding in unison to Wanyue. When Wanyue
turned, he stopped; when she paused in a position, he thrust, the two of them like a duet performed together
.

Seeing the sweat seeping from every pore of Wanyue's body, Jiaming felt she was too tired. After 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, gripping 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, her anus contracting and relaxing, imagining himself bending down and kissing her
there in various ways. A wave of orgasm washed over him, and Jiaming
thrust deeply inside her, ejaculating with unbridled pleasure.

This time, both of them were exhausted, lying motionless on the back of the sofa 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, "Get lost. 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 on the bed, feeling refreshed. Wanyue leaned on
Jiaming 's shoulder, half her body pressing against him, one hand caressing his private parts. Jiaming's hands held Wanyue's
breasts, kneading them occasionally. The passion for sex had faded, but the mutual caresses were still very comfortable.

The lighting was soft, and the two didn't speak, but the feeling of intimacy grew longer and longer, as if...
This is how it'll be for the rest of our lives.

Chapter

Ten. The next day, they woke up almost simultaneously, half-asleep, looking at each other, feeling surreal
. Remembering the madness of the past two days, they were both somewhat dazed. Jiaming had to go back that morning; they both had to face reality.

After getting up, Wanyue cooked porridge, and Jiaming, after unpacking his suitcase, wandered around Wanyue's room, looking at photos and bookshelves.

He said, "Your husband is very young and handsome, and seems very intelligent. You two seem very well-matched
."

Wanyue turned her head, smiling, and said, "Yes, he's a little younger than me. Back in China, girls are always throwing
themselves at him ; he's living a very comfortable 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, worried that Wanyue might hang up, 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 smiled and said, "You're so nosy. It's just routine." Wanyue said, "Oh, that's not good." Jiaming said, "She's very busy, writing about Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio late at night. Kids at night..." She'd wake me up what, but I have to work during the day, so I just said I was too tired to do anything. She'd complain a bit, but then she'd give up.” Wanyue sighed and said, “I never expected things to turn out like that when you came to Boston. And I never expected you to disappear like smoke after you left.” Jiaming said, “I always felt like I was in an empty house. Wu Lei lived in it, made it her home, did what she liked, and didn't bother to decorate or tidy it up. Then 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…”

"Existence makes me feel happy and sweet, but the thought of something untouchable fills me with an overwhelming melancholy."

Wanyue said, "Me too. 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 have a conversation; her interests and
happiness seem to be all online."

Wanyue said, "Weren't you the same before?"

Jiaming said, "That's true. Now we rarely talk, except when we're doing our own things. I know she's
talented, but I don't think I'm that bad, am I? Since she thinks I'm an old-fashioned scholar and we have nothing in common,
I'm too lazy to change her."

Wanyue said, "Write those poems you posted online for her, see if they can impress her."

Jiaming said, "Poetry is something you can't write if you can't, and forcing it won't have any flavor. Wu Lei and I have been
dealing with mundane , and that delicate feeling has been worn away."

Wanyue thought of Jiaming's smiling eyes and infectious smile, and now his words were full of despair, and she felt
sorry for him, saying, "But you still have to have something in your life." "Find other fun things, like children. Your daughter is adorable."

Jiaming smiled and said, "It's her smile that gives me the energy to live life to the fullest. And of course, there's your
kindness too."

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 stand it anymore and I'll write something, like a novel or something."

Wanyue laughed, "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'd 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 was starting to lose control as Wanyue's long hair and body began to sway before his eyes. 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 remained etched in their minds.

[The End]

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