【The Spring of an Ordinary Woman】(Volume 02: Ruthless) (The End) Author: Water Tassel

Author: Water Tassel
Word Count: 100204

Chapter 1 You Can Kiss Here Too [Slight H]

"Did you even listen to what I said?" He was so thirsty from talking!

Sun Mingzhuo held Cong Yun tightly with both hands, his strong arms holding her close as if afraid she
would disappear . He was bent over, his head tilted, his chin resting on her shoulder. This position was incredibly tiring,
but the young master Sun didn't seem to mind, and he kept nagging from behind. Cong

Yun only felt an itch on the back of her neck, as if the person behind her was hugging her too tightly, pressing all the weight of his upper body onto
her, his breath hitting her neck. "No matter what, I won't leave."

Regardless of anything else, just considering that he was now her "bread and butter," how could Cong Yun leave so easily
?

A strange glint seemed to flicker in her lifeless eyes. Sun Mingzhuo's heart suddenly relaxed. He lowered his hand, stepped in
front of her, and stared at her, trying to find a clue in her eyes. "Really?" He tried to shoo her away with a broom, but she wouldn't leave?

"Really." Cong Yun sighed. Unless you don't need me.

In this world, plans never keep up with changes. How can a simple truth or falsehood determine everything?

After saying that, Cong Yun stood on tiptoe, opened her arms, and wrapped them around his neck, trying to pull his tall figure closer
. This boy must be over 1.85 meters tall, right?

In the dimly lit corner, Cong Yun seemed unable to clearly see Sun Mingzhuo's face. One hand affectionately
traced , outlining his distinct features. She noticed his high-arched eyebrows, the slight downward
curve forming a beautiful arc; the high arch of his nose and brow bone projecting a straight line across his face; and
his clearly defined, thin, diamond-shaped lips, with their slightly upturned corners exuding arrogance.

What was this fat woman up to? Was she in heat? Thinking this, Sun Mingzhuo cooperatively lowered
his body , finding the touch of her fleshy hand quite pleasant—rough, itchy, and strangely indescribable.

His eyelashes closed, his lips slightly upturned, and Cong Yun tilted her head back, covering Sun Mingzhuo's mouth with her own,
her moist tongue slowly tracing the shape of his lips.

Sun Mingzhuo paused, as if struck by lightning, stunned, a tingling sensation running through him. His heart pounded like a drum
, and he stared in astonishment and confusion at the plump woman who was gently kissing him with her eyes closed.

Please! He had just vomited, even if he hadn't thrown up anything, it still counted as vomiting! Didn't she find
it disgusting ?!

Seeing his lack of action, Cong Yun sighed helplessly; it seemed she was simply not attractive enough to him. Her lips parted slightly, and
her wandering little tongue gradually locked onto the boy's lips. The little tongue gently pressed against that spot, trying to slip inside.

Sun Mingzhuo cooperated by opening his mouth, letting the mischievous little tongue slip into his mouth; after all,
he wasn't the one suffering!

She slowly inserted her delicate tongue into the boy's lips, her tongue tip lightly piercing between his teeth
, licking each one with its soft texture.

Sun Mingzhuo shuddered. Cong Yun seemed to feel something; she reached out and ran her hand through his soft, flaxen hair,
stroking it like a pet. Her nimble tongue began to rhythmically circle
his tongue in her mouth, licking and kissing it.

Her little tongue would lightly touch his tongue, then quickly withdraw. Touch again, withdraw again…

teasing Sun Mingzhuo's nerves, challenging his limits.

Sun Mingzhuo became enraged. With a sudden burst of strength, he shoved the fat woman against the wall, bracing himself on either side of her and
locking . He lowered his head and pecked her lips hard, saying urgently, "I'm dirty now."

Suddenly pressed against the wall, Cong Yun, trapped between the boy's arms, didn't have time to cry out in pain from her bruised back and head. She
only saw his murderous eyes fixed on her. "You're not dirty!" She had always thought he was clean, no matter
what he had done.

Sun Mingzhuo lifted her rounded chin, gazing at her. Cong Yun subconsciously looked into his eyes,
which like flowing water, their gentle waves carrying an endless clarity and brightness.

"But you seduced me first!" Making it clear that he was the weak, passive one, Sun Mingzhuo eagerly moved closer, his
nose almost touching Cong Yun's small nose. His fiery lips licked and nibbled at her face like hot irons
, as if trying to burn blisters.

Sensing the strong masculine scent, Cong Yun was momentarily captivated. The boy's thin lips
moved swiftly towards her red lips.

His hard lower body pressed tightly against the plump woman's soft body, leaving no gap. Sun Mingzhuo kissed her lips urgently
, his tongue prying open her slightly parted lips, swirling haphazardly in her mouth
without any discernible rhythm.

The plump woman's mouth smelled so sweet and fragrant; he sucked gently, his tongue lingering around hers.

Cong Yun extended her tongue and suggestively touched the tip of his, then slowly withdrew it. She hadn't expected
this boy to be so inept at even kissing, but given his personality, he would never admit it. No wonder he had remained motionless while
she "flirted" with him.

Sure enough, following the plump woman's hint, Sun Mingzhuo mimicked her earlier action, his tongue once again probing her
mouth , searching for her soft, slippery tongue, slowly licking her wet, soft little tongue.

Boys all like that kind of shyness in young girls, don't they? Cong Yun didn't boldly entangle herself with him, but instead let his tongue,
as soft as an eel, glide across her small tongue, and began to dodge.

After all, boys like him preferred shy little girls, not an "unashamed"
old woman like her. She could only try her best to play the role of a man who could interest him.

As for how long this interest would last, days or weeks? She had no idea.

Seeing her dodge, Sun Mingzhuo was annoyed. He chased her tongue for a long time until he caught it, pressed it down, and
sucked hard on the fat woman's tongue, drawing out the juices from her mouth—the fat woman's own.

Chapter Two is for you… [Slightly H] Sun Mingzhuo's one hand unconsciously wandered around the fat woman's back, while
the other hand pressed on the back of her head, bringing the two of them closer together. Soon, Sun Mingzhuo took
control.

Their tongues, mixed with saliva, began to intertwine. That slippery, sticky feeling was so good, so
good— soft, moist, and elastic, instantly pulling Sun Mingzhuo into a wonderful world.

The fat woman's mouth seemed to have a fragrance and sweetness; he couldn't get enough of kissing her. Sun Mingzhuo's tongue swept across…
His tongue darted into the plump woman's mouth, intertwining and swirling with her soft, smooth tongue, greedily sucking and licking the sweet nectar

from her mouth. Suddenly, Sun Mingzhuo took Cong Yun's smooth, soft, and tender little tongue into his mouth, sucking
it , murmuring, "Mmm... the plump woman's tongue is so delicious... like cotton candy..."

He wanted to eat it! Sun Mingzhuo swallowed the saliva on the plump woman's little tongue as if drinking sweet nectar,
gulping down.

Cong Yun didn't take his words seriously, assuming he was thinking of cotton candy, and extended her tongue in response, the two
passionately intertwining.

The sounds of smacking and smacking rose and fell, saliva sliding down their lips, creating an even more ambiguous
atmosphere.

The cool evening breeze gently blew on them, refreshing their hearts, silencing all the clamor of trivial things
, and the restless love and desire spread wildly in the darkness.

His breathing became rapid and heavy. Sun Mingzhuo felt as if his head no longer belonged to him, his
blood boiling, his heart pounding as if it would leap out of his throat! His body was unbearably hot, and he only wished that the plump woman
would love him and kiss him as well as before!

Reluctantly pulling away from the plump woman's lips, a few strands of shimmering saliva remained, he looked at the plump woman
in his arms . Her eyes were tightly closed, her eyelashes trembling,
and her swollen, red lips, where he had kissed her, emitted irregular breaths.

A surge of desire rushed to his chest. Sun Mingzhuo's nimble red tongue slowly swept across her thin lips, breaking
the strands of saliva left from their kiss. Her moist lips looked tempting to be plucked. A large hand pressed against the plump
woman , squeezing them wildly. They felt soft and supple to the touch,
twirling like little doves in his hand, before he kissed her warm, moist lips again.

He wasn't one of those hypocritical gentlemen; he, Young Master Sun, had seen
countless women's breasts, both stealing glances and openly staring. But none of those sensations were as stimulating as touching them—so soft and
fleshy.

A deep breath, carrying the boy's pure, sweet scent, sprayed onto Cong Yun's face, sending a shiver
down her spine. She drowsily lowered her eyelids and was startled.

The boy's actions were somewhat lewd; his hands, supporting her breasts, seemed to be
weighing .

Sun Mingzhuo, oblivious to her thoughts, only felt the plump woman's swollen breasts rising and
falling in his hands. His mind wavered, and he couldn't help but greedily suck on the plump woman's wet, soft
tongue , swallowing its saliva, as if he wanted to devour her delicate tongue.

Sun Mingzhuo, caught up in the fun, gently pinched her nipples through her clothes with his thumb and forefinger—they were so hard! His palms and
fingers then roughly kneaded her entire breast, making Cong Yun flustered and aroused.

As Sun Mingzhuo continued to suckle forcefully, Cong Yun felt a slight pain in her tongue. Her small tongue
struggled in Sun Mingzhuo's mouth, trying to pull back, but to no avail. Seeing that Sun Mingzhuo didn't stop, Cong Yun became anxious and groaned loudly, shaking her head
from side to side .

"What are you doing? This young master is enjoying kissing you." Sun Mingzhuo opened his mouth, puzzled, and let her tongue down. The plump
woman 's two fleshy breasts rose and fell incessantly, and she breathed heavily. Her warm, fragrant breath sprayed on his face, making him
feel very comfortable.

Cong Yun gasped for breath, stammering, "You're making my tongue hurt a little."

Sun Mingzhuo was still intoxicated by the delicious taste of the plump woman's delicate tongue. He brought his handsome face closer to her, his eyes full of threat, and
said fiercely, "You'd better think it over. You pushed me away this time, and you think you can seduce me again next time? No way!" This
young master isn't so easily seduced!

Anyone could see that the boy's tone was weak and didn't sound like a threat, but Cong Yun was completely swayed by him. He was her everything
now .

She ran her hands through his soft hair, gently pulled his head to her chest, and said softly, "Come on,
you can kiss here too." Compared to her lips, this place wouldn't feel sore or numb no matter how much she kissed.

Sun Mingzhuo felt his head being tightly embraced by the plump woman's arms, and then his handsome face touched an
even softer spot, like resting his head on two waves. With the slightest movement, the small waves changed shape and overflowed to
both sides .

Sun Mingzhuo froze for a moment, then suddenly realized those were a woman's breasts. Instantly, his mouth went dry, blood rushed to
his head, and his penis instantly became erect.

Damn it, this was blatant seduction! What did she take him for?!

Sun Mingzhuo tilted his head, pressing his face against one of the plump woman's soft breasts through her shirt, his nose rubbing against the other.
Then, he pretended to struggle, his head moving restlessly, trying to feel those two soft waves.

Thump, thump, thump, Cong Yun's heart pounded faster and faster like a drumbeat. She didn't know if the boy was rejecting her.
But she didn't flinch; instead, she straightened her chest and hugged herself even tighter.

Sun Mingzhuo's heart was in turmoil. It wasn't that he didn't want to back down; it was that his face was too weak, definitely not his
brain !

"Hey!" a muffled voice came.

"Hmm?"

"Your breasts don't have bones, how come they're so erect?" Hurry up! Answer me! His mouth
started to betray him too!

Cong Yun was stunned, not understanding what he meant.

"What are you trying to do with it, standing so tall?" A fat woman is a fat woman, what use is all that fat and no brains?! What am
I supposed to rely on you to raise me in the future!

Cong Yun still had no clue, and tentatively replied, "Is it for you to kiss?"

"It came over to me to kiss it, it wasn't me who wanted to kiss it!"

Chapter 3 was originally [h]

Cong Yun hugged the boy's head tightly with both hands, and leaned forward again, pressing his chest against Sun Mingzhuo's cheek,
following his meaning, "Here, it's for you... um..."

Feeling his face being pressed against the fat woman's two soft mounds of flesh, he felt an indescribable wonderful
feeling in his heart! Unable to contain his curiosity, Sun Mingzhuo slipped his hand inside the plump woman's shirt,
caressing her cleavage. Her breasts felt like water-filled balloons, elastic and incredibly comfortable to touch.
He declared, "They always are!"

Holding her full breasts, he felt their richness and fullness, especially the
tender flesh not covered by her bra—the sensation was unforgettable. Sun Mingzhuo pulled her shirt up, intending to...
The bra was taken off, but after struggling for a long time, it wouldn't come off.

"Damn it, what kind of rubbish is this that's so hard to undo!" By this time, Sun Mingzhuo was in a frenzy. With a determined effort, he yanked hard and the clasp came off with a snap.
Cong Yun was panicking and anxious. How was she going to go home without a bra? By the time she reacted,
the boy had already ripped off the bra, and she could only watch helplessly as her plump breasts bounced out.

Those breasts were so round, firm, delicate, and flawless that Sun Mingzhuo's lust burned fiercely in his chest.
He grabbed the plump woman's breasts and immediately put them in his mouth.

He grabbed one of her breasts with one hand and kneaded it, while his mouth moved down to the nipple of the other breast, licking it back and forth with his
tongue . He felt the nipple grow bigger and harder in his mouth. "
It's amazing!"

In the darkness, the fat woman's breasts looked like solidified milk, pinkish-white with some other color showing through. Sun Mingzhuo
couldn't tell, but he felt his mouth getting drier and drier. The tips of her nipples were strangely slightly upturned, the dark red nipples rising and falling slowly with her
panting chest, like the beaks of a bird just awakened, tilting back to him in search of food. "Since it's come to me willingly,
fine, I'll satisfy it this once."

As he spoke, Sun Mingzhuo had already grasped the fat woman's soft, smooth, snow-white, trembling breasts with both hands, kneading
and rubbing them. Like an infant in its mother's arms, he lowered his head and greedily sucked and licked her tender, dark red nipples,
as if he wanted to suck out milk, leaving teeth marks on her full breasts, making the fat woman's breasts
covered with his saliva.

Reaching out, she embraced the boy's head again. Unconsciously, Cong Yun tilted her head back, enjoying his caresses. Her tender, red
nipples, unable to withstand the sucking and caressing, stood erect on her soft breasts. Suckling made her body burn, and Cong Yun moaned
comfortably , "Oh...oh..."

Sun Mingzhuo sometimes sucked, sometimes licked the fat woman's breasts with his tongue, his mouth
gently biting and sucking on the dark red nipple, murmuring in a daze, "Don't bite too hard, or you won't have anything to bite later!"

His other hand rubbed and twisted the nipple erratically. Sun Mingzhuo felt his body growing hotter with each suck, and hearing
her moans, his penis suddenly throbbed.

The fat woman's moans were strange, very faint, as if coming from deep within her throat, like a cry
mixed with a moan. Her eyes were dazed, and her hands constantly stroked his soft, flaxen hair.

A little too teased to resist, Cong Yun involuntarily writhed her soft body, moaning,
"Mmm...mmm...oh..."

The plump woman's body twisted and turned in front of Sun Mingzhuo, and with each movement, he could feel her two
fleshy breasts rolling against his chest, a rolling sensation that gave him an indescribable feeling.

Sun Mingzhuo turned his face to the side, resting his head on her chest, cupping one of her breasts in his hands, opening his mouth wide and sucking
, almost swallowing half of her breast.

The plump woman's upper lips were like cotton candy, her breasts like steamed buns, and he wondered
what ? Sun Mingzhuo thought lewdly.

"Oh...oh..." Cong Yun trembled as he teased her, it seemed that a woman's breasts were always meant to be
ravaged , otherwise why did she feel that the harder the boy used, the stronger the pleasure?

Such moving moans! Gazing at the plump
woman , he saw her in such a seductive state for the first time. He leaned in
and licked her slightly dry lips with his moist tongue.

The hand holding the boy's thin hair slowly tightened its grip, and Cong Yun's tongue hooked around his, their thirsty
lips drawing closer.

The instant their lips touched, Cong Yun opened her lips and let out a long moan, her warm breath entering the boy
's mouth and onto his tongue.

Sun Mingzhuo trembled, returning her kiss, teasing her tongue with his own, then sucking on it with his lips. His large
hand felt the intense warmth emanating from the plump woman's nipples.

That's it!

The hand that had been kneading her nipples, taking advantage of her inattention, quickly and restlessly moved downwards, past her thick
waist, and directly inside her casual pants.

Sun Mingzhuo's heart pounded with excitement; he was about to touch her! Almost there!

Chapter Four: Night of Passion [h]

(I)

"Ah!" A tingling sensation came from her private parts, and Yun's body trembled slightly. She didn't even know
when the boy's hand had slipped into her pants.

Hearing the fat woman's cry, Sun Mingzhuo's right hand became even more smug as he touched her most private
parts through her panties. His fingers found the location of her vulva and rubbed it up and down. So wet! Unlike the first time he saw her
, this time there was much more water!

Gently stroking the fat woman's full and bulging vulva, the warmth of the vulva spread throughout his body through his palms through her panties,
giving him an indescribable pleasure. Sun Mingzhuo's little brother swelled with excitement, making his pants bulge and almost burst out.

His fingers became even more restless as he picked open the edge of her panties. Two wet mounds of flesh opened and closed,
like her mouth. He bent the knuckles of his right hand and used the arched part to directly rub the vulva.

Why is this fat woman all flesh? No wonder she's so soft!

What he didn't see was that Cong Yun's labia were red and swollen, clearly
indicating .

He didn't like the darkness of night during the day, but the night could conceal many truths, for the darkness of night cloaked a
thick veil.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Cong Yun's hands pause. Cong Yun, trembling with fear, closed her eyes and let him do as he pleased, afraid he
would discover yet unable to refuse him. She could never refuse this boy; not out of fear, but because she couldn't bring herself to do it.

Sun Mingzhuo braced one hand against the wall beside the fat woman's shoulder, the other hand inside her panties, constantly fiddling with her
labia and playing with her clitoris. He touched and played with whatever he could find, searching for the opening, his slightly upturned eyes
intently observing the fat woman's expression.

Parting her two rosy labia, they were wet and slippery, as if something was tempting him to suck his fingers
inside. So this is how small a woman's vagina is; no wonder it's called a "little hole."

"Why do your two lower lips look just like your upper lips?" Sun Mingzhuo asked shamelessly, lowering his head.

His slightly long bangs, as he lowered his head, obscured his high, straight nose, outlining a captivating and
perfect facial line. A few stray hairs playfully slipped down to his eyes, partially obscuring them, but unable to
hide Sun Mingzhuo's burning gaze.

Yun opened her mouth slightly, but instead of answering his question, she let out a soft "Ah," her mind
no longer focused on finding an answer. The boy had pressed down hard on her most sensitive spot the moment he touched it.

"Is it that good?" How come the fat woman kept moaning softly in his ear, "Ah," "Ah," as he pressed her clitoris?
It was a low, satisfied cry from her nose to her throat.

Even if you haven't eaten pigs, you've seen pigs run, right?! Sun Mingzhuo immediately knew that the fat woman's pleasure was his "masterpiece," and
he was even more excited!

Because of the unparalleled comfort, his hand on the fat woman's private parts suddenly curled, finding
the entrance His middle finger hesitated for a moment, then, using the wetness, slid into her vagina between the two tender lips, just
like a fucking hand!

Damn it, he does this position with Xia Yao and her group of delinquent girls every day, how come he didn't know that's what a fucking hand
meant! Does that mean he's being taken advantage of by those gossipy girls every day?

Damn it! No wonder those young women were laughing like wildcats in heat, they were incredibly slutty!

While cursing in annoyance, he absentmindedly explored, feeling a strong
attraction within the fat woman's vagina, as if sucking on it like a child's mouth, or gently biting it like chewing. Sun Mingzhuo's pent-up
anger subsided by half. Fine, he'd settle accounts with those women tomorrow!

His fingers moved restlessly, as if trying to break free of their restraints, exploring the fat woman's vagina,
constantly turning, probing, and thrusting.

The stimulation of the vaginal walls caused Cong Yun's moans to grow louder, her private parts throbbing in rhythm
with the fingers' thrusts. "Ah...ah...oh...it...it can be faster..."

"Not fast enough?" Moving faster and faster, Sun Mingzhuo imitated Zhao Ziwen's techniques for playing with prostitutes, adding another
finger and forcefully rotating and probing, the two fingers thrusting rapidly inside like a pile driver.

Ignoring her own pleasure, Cong Yun regulated her breathing and suppressed the urge to cry out. She reached
out to soothe the boy's large, hard member, gently pinching,
pressing, stroking, and kneading it through his pants.

"Oh...oh..." This time it was Sun Mingzhuo's turn to cry out, one hand supporting the back of her neck, the other rapidly
thrusting inside the plump woman's vagina.

With a "pop," her red lips kissed the plump woman's slightly parted lips. "A reward for you."

Seeing that he didn't resist, Cong Yun unzipped his jeans, slipped her hand inside,
and began to stroke the boy's thick, hard penis.

"Oh...oh...so good..."

Sun Mingzhuo panted heavily, his strong body softening with the plump woman's accelerated movements, his exquisitely
beautiful face leaning weakly against her shoulder as he breathed.

The boy's chaotic breath rose and fell irregularly from Yun's neck, mixed with a strong masculine sexual
scent, bringing waves of hot, moist air.

(II)

Two round, plump breasts rose and fell with the fat woman's breath. The firm breasts,
the fleshy body, and his lean frame gave Sun Mingzhuo an inexplicable temptation, a crazy stimulation.

The hot and soft breasts pressed against his chest, almost suffocating him. Both of his large hands were at work,
grabbing her breasts, one on each side, one dry and one wet, kneading them vigorously.

Playing with her breasts, even squeezing them hard, letting the fat woman's breasts slip out from between his fingers, that
feeling made him even more aroused! Afraid of missing a single drop of moisture, Sun Mingzhuo moved his mouth to the fat woman's chin,
neck, and his tongue licked her earlobe, listening to her panting breaths, so satisfying!

Cong Yun used one hand to push the boy's foreskin back to the base of his penis, trying to expose the glans, and continued to quickly stroke
the boy's
penis

. With her other hand, she pulled the boy's testicles out of his underwear and gently rubbed and caressed the boy's two cute little scrotums. "Ah...ah...oh...big...big...little brother is...becoming big brother..."
Waves of tingling sensations washed over her, and Sun Mingzhuo murmured hoarsely.

Cong Yun's stroking gave Sun Mingzhuo great encouragement, and her already hard penis jumped even more, so swollen that
her hand could hardly hold it.

She changed from stroking to scraping, her soft hand gently scraping up and down the boy's penis. What stimulation this was
! How many men could withstand it? Sun Mingzhuo was no exception.

At first, he could bear it, but in less than a minute, Sun Mingzhuo felt as if he had drunk too much alcohol; his
whole body felt hot, and a kind of heat slowly descended from his dantian, making
his penis exceptionally swollen, and his breathing became like that of a bull, his lower body hard and erect.

With a "whoosh," Sun Mingzhuo quickly pulled his pants down completely, his glans emerging, pressing his swollen
penis against the fat woman's waist and abdomen, grinding it like a millstone, while simultaneously taking her grape-like nipple into his mouth.

When one hand moved along the fat woman's buttocks back to between her legs, he felt that her small silk panties were already
soaked , and her love juice was still dripping down her legs through the edges of her panties.

Reaching into her panties, he felt through the black pubic hair at her already engorged labia, his fingertips rubbing incessantly,
enjoying the stimulation. He ripped off her clothes, grasping his penis
and rubbing it between the fat woman's buttocks and vulva.

"My little brother wants to kiss my little sister!"

Sun Mingzhuo said "helplessly," forced to obey its command. He held his penis,
rubbing the glans up and down against the vaginal opening. It was incredibly slippery, and this intimate contact between a man and a woman excited him, so he increased
the speed of his rubbing.

The fat woman's vaginal opening was already slightly open, the two large labia already turned outwards, no longer
just a slit. His penis, rubbing between her labia, could feel her entire vulva starting to heat up, and
her vaginal fluids flowing incessantly down her buttocks.

Sun Mingzhuo held the fat woman's left leg across his waist, lifted her left foot with his right hand, and
supported The glans, moistened by her vaginal fluids, found its way back to the opening.

The moment the little brother saw the little sister, his eyes widened in fury, and his penis swelled several times its normal size,
the glans glistening. Like a slippery eel trying to squeeze through any opening, it plunged into her little sister with a "plop."

"Damn! What's so tight!" The large penis stretched the tight, tender vagina wide open. Sun Mingzhuo
really doubted how the fat woman's vagina, so narrow, could accommodate his large member. The fat woman's vagina was indeed very tight...
It was warm. Ah! A woman's vulva was so soft and moist! The feeling was wonderful.

"Ah!" Cong Yun screamed, her hands climbing onto the boy's shoulders. With his penetration, her waist
swayed involuntarily, and her beautiful breasts bounced up and down with each movement. She frantically and
wildly caressed the fat woman's body. Sun Mingzhuo was aroused like a hungry tiger descending a mountain,
ready to devour his prey. He put all his strength into it, thrusting wildly, his large glans
pounding against the fat woman's clitoris like raindrops. "Ugh... be gentle... ah... this position... it's so tight down there
... ah..." Seeing the boy thrust so fiercely as soon as he entered, Cong Yun's heart pounded wildly, her face flushed, and
she whispered.

"Oh...so full...mmm...hmm..." Sun Mingzhuo's eyes were bloodshot as he thrust forward, ignoring what she was saying.
His tight, upturned buttocks thrust forward with tremendous force, causing his large, round glans to slam heavily against
her clitoris , making the fat woman groan.

With his large penis inside her, he grabbed her thick waist with his left hand, his hips swaying from side to side
, thrusting and pulling wildly.

"Ah...ah...mmm..." Cong Yun stood with her legs on the ground. Although her left leg was raised high by the boy
, this position caused her
vaginal muscles to tighten, preventing her vagina from opening too wide. Therefore, Cong Yun's bright red vagina felt relatively narrow. The large, hard penis was inserted to the very root into her narrow vagina
, making her feel incredibly comfortable, her buttocks involuntarily twisting slightly.

Initially, the boy wasn't skilled in this position, so Cong Yun could only cooperate with gentle twisting and slow thrusting. After a while of thrusting
, their lust flared up again. Driven by the passion of their love,
the speed of their thrusts and the swaying of their hips increased rapidly, and Yun's moans grew louder.

Chapter 5: Released [h]

"Hmm... um... little brother feels so good... um... so many little mouths inside... hmm..."

Sun Mingzhuo felt the fat woman's vagina was very lubricated, and he thrust his hips even more violently, his labia opening and closing
, making "sizzling" sounds.

Yun felt waves of pleasure from his thrusts, and streams of vaginal fluid flowed out,
soaking the boy's genitals.

"Um... oh... it's so deep... umm... my legs are so sore... sigh... it's hitting my G-spot..."
Yun moaned helplessly, her left leg wrapped around the boy's thigh and rubbing up and down.

Sun Mingzhuo had lost his mind, his lower body thrusting upwards repeatedly, each thrust stronger than the last. Each
time the tip of his penis slammed into the fat woman's clitoris, her vagina sucking at his tip with
incredible pleasure.

"I...I...I have no strength left...Hmph...Ugh..." Cong Yun clung to the boy's neck,
her right foot on the ground, her left foot held up by his right hand. Her flabby body was pressed against
the wall , her clitoris being rapidly stimulated by his large glans, sending her soaring into the sky that even breathing felt
superfluous.

"Ah...Little brother...Sister has no strength left...Ouch...You've hit my clitoris again...Ugh...
Oh...Hmph..."

Having stood for so long, standing on one leg was even more unbearable for Cong Yun. Each time her right leg gave way, her knee
bent forward, and her body sank, her clitoris was pounded until it went numb, causing her to tremble uncontrollably. Her delicate eyebrows furrowed, her mouth gaped open
. If the boy hadn't been holding her, she probably would have collapsed to the ground.

"I told you you're all about gaining weight and not brains, and you still don't believe me!" Not having heard her clearly, but seeing her desperate thirst
, Sun Mingzhuo pulled out his little brother and impatiently lifted the fat woman's legs off the ground
.

Cong Yun, like a monkey climbing a tree, wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, her two thick, short legs hooked around
his waist, which was still wrapped in gauze. Her tender, smooth body clung tightly to the boy. "Are you sure you can do it now
?" Seeing the gauze peeking out from his waist, Cong Yun remembered that he was still injured and asked worriedly.

"I'll show you right now whether I can do it or not!" Clearly misunderstanding her, Sun Mingzhuo's thick, long
little brother stood erect. This time, without even finding a spot, he thrust it directly into her little sister. He then
grabbed and stood firmly on the ground.

"Oh...your little sister is so amazing...mmm...like a baby nursing..." Sucking
and sucking on his penis, Sun Mingzhuo couldn't wait to start thrusting as soon as he entered. His penis felt incredibly comfortable
inside , warm and tight.

"Oh...this position...it's killing me...hum...oh...so big...oh...oh
..."

Cong Yun, already aroused, was further stimulated by his special position and strong penis, her desire overflowing,
her buttocks swaying up and down incessantly. The forceful descent of his buttocks caused the large glans to slam heavily into her uterus.

"What bullshit sister?" Hearing that she had just called him "sister," Sun Mingzhuo stopped thrusting,
squinting at the fat woman's expression. She was constantly emitting soft moans from her nose, even more wanton than before.

He forcefully silenced her disobedient mouth with his own, sticking his tongue into her mouth to taste and entwine with
her tongue, his penis thrusting in and out of her vagina even harder.

Their tongues intertwined, the plump woman's legs tightly wrapped around his waist. Sun Mingzhuo
realized she was soaked with her love juices, making his lower abdomen sticky and wet. He couldn't resist moving his lips down, from
her neck to her chest, licking and teasing her.

"Mmm...oh...mmm..."

The plump woman's moans were incredibly alluring, and her lips moved slightly, the moans seemingly
coming entirely from her nose.

Both of their lower bodies were drenched, the slippery penis increasing the lubrication of her vagina. Sun Mingzhuo
thrust even harder, each time striking the bottom of her vagina with the head of his penis, creating a continuous "plop!" "plop!" "plop!"
sound.

"Ugh...ugh...ahh..." The intense thrusting made her moans grow louder and louder. She passionately
embraced the boy, who lay on her breasts and licked the tips of her nipples. The glans of his penis scraped against the tender
walls of her vagina as it went in and out, sending shivers down her spine. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, thrusting back and forth wildly,
twisting her hips to match the rhythm of his penetration.

"Mmm...mmm...I want...hum...little sister, you're squeezing...it feels so good..." The fat woman
hugged him tightly, her legs locked around his waist. Sun Mingzhuo's veins were burning hot,
his penis trembling, his thrusting speed increasing, and the force of his buttocks intensifying.

"Ah...oh...you...you're so...powerful...so...so..." Their flesh collided
, making a loud slapping sound, and the wet sound of water coming from where they were joined. Cong Yun's lustful fluids flowed down the boy's long thighs
with each thrust.

Suddenly, a thick and intense stream of hot liquid shot out without warning onto her flower core, so strong that it flowed down
her private parts to the ground. Cong Yun, who had been immersed in passion just a second ago, froze, her legs frozen on the boy's
waist .

His little brother was still inside the fat woman's little sister, motionless. Sun Mingzhuo felt a surge of heat rush from
his feet to the top of his head. His delicate face flushed red, turning as red as a monkey's bottom.
His bewildered peach blossom eyes blinked stupidly.

He... he just ejaculated! He actually ejaculated! He hadn't even had time to react!

With a "whoosh!" he buried his burning red face between the fat woman's breasts and rubbed against her, refusing to
come out, not daring to look at her directly. Sun Mingzhuo was utterly humiliated this time.

His precious little brother had died so inexplicably...

Chapter Six: Where's Your Good Brother?

Just as the two were locked in a heated standoff, Cong Yun, who had been held like a chick in someone's arms, suddenly jumped down
and put on her clothes.

Actually, she didn't feel too embarrassed about her body being seen by outsiders. So what if they saw it? It wouldn't
take a piece of her flesh away.

By the time the two behind them came to their senses, the situation had drastically changed. Yun herself had moved to the center to face Liang Yinming
.

"You're not gay!" Her tone was crisp and decisive.

Clearly, Liang Yinming hadn't expected this woman to be so blunt. He paused, then
suddenly smiled. "You're not a prostitute?!"

Silence fell, broken only by the occasional creaking of someone's teeth.

"You dare investigate..." Even his voice trembled slightly as he spoke, the neatly dressed Sun Mingzhuo struggling
to suppress the tightness in his vocal cords, saying angrily.

"Want to know why your good brother didn't come to save you?"

"What do you mean?" Sun Mingzhuo frowned, puzzled. Why did he mention You Danyu?

"Room 806, go see for yourself."

A pair of dark eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty light in the darkness. Liang Yinming's lips curled into what appeared to be a smile
as he uttered his final words and strode away.

In the pitch-black night, the figure turned away, exuding loneliness, like
a wolf .

Cong Yun's heart clenched; she had never seen anyone so perfectly attuned to the night,
as if they were one. What was his purpose?

Startled, Sun Mingzhuo gripped the fat woman's hand tightly, darting out of the alley and running effortlessly
towards the bar on the street corner, his mind filled with Dead Glass's words.

"Why didn't he come to save you? Why didn't he come to save you? Where are your good brothers…"

Pulled along by him, the short-legged Cong Yun could only struggle to keep up, not daring to utter
a sound , intimidated by the boy's serious expression.

The once bustling bar was now sparsely populated, the dim lighting making it seem somewhat deserted. Sun Mingzhuo
rushed down the long corridor to the private room Dead Glass had mentioned, kicking open the glittering gold
door with a powerful thud.

The high-decibel noise assaulted their eardrums, and the room was littered with cigarette butts. Before Cong Yun's eyes could adjust to
the dim, eerie lighting of the private room, the pungent smell of smoke made her cough.

The sound of the door opening attracted the attention of some of the people drinking and having fun inside. Everyone turned to look at
the door, and when they saw the face of the person who entered, they were first surprised, then their faces contorted into sinister
smiles.

There was a large pile of plastic straws and tinfoil on the table, covered with small clumps of white powder—
a shocking scene of drug use.

The hazy lighting and frantic rhythm made it difficult to see clearly. Through the hazy smoke, Sun Mingzhuo immediately
spotted You Danyu with her blond hair.

She was being embraced by a tall man, and You Danyu didn't even bother to lift her head, focusing only on
sucking the straw into her mouth, looking as if she were floating on air, her excitement as if she were slowly
heading towards paradise.

A chilling aura shot straight to his heart. Sun Mingzhuo rushed forward, throwing aside
the tattered rolls of tinfoil on the table. "Inhale! Inhale! I'll show you how to inhale!!"

As if choked, he suddenly found it hard to breathe. He... was using drugs... was he addicted
?

For a moment, Sun Mingzhuo wanted nothing more than to grab him and punch him hard.

Drug use was unforgivable. Even though he had fallen into depravity and decadence, he had never touched drugs. Even though
he was the Grim Reaper, he knew that if he used drugs, he would become a true Grim Reaper, a lifeless
corpse.

Anyone who got addicted was better off shooting themselves in the head.

Chaos erupted in the private room. Heart-wrenching screams echoed throughout the room.

"You brat, you're asking for it!"

Several men, their eyes bloodshot from drug use, lunged at him menacingly after his antics. Sun Mingzhuo immediately met them
head-on.

These men were different from the burly men from before; they were all "on steroids," launching
swift and powerful kicks at Sun Mingzhuo.

Several men uttered threats, then engaged in a fierce, all-out fight,
employing everything from karate to kung fu, determined to kill each other.

Sun Mingzhuo wasn't on steroids, but his blood was rushing to his head, and all he had was strength.
He met the attack head-on with a powerful side kick!

The sounds of fists and feet clashing filled the air. At first, Sun Mingzhuo struggled to control his
power , his attacks fluctuating in intensity and his movements appearing somewhat clumsy. However, as the fight continued,
his movements became increasingly fluid, his figure like a ghost, leaving a trail of afterimages.

Sun Mingzhuo's moves were surprisingly simple, always consisting of a straight punch, followed by a downward chop, or a
hook , rarely using kicks! Yet, these simple and direct movements completely blocked
the barrage of attacks from several men, akin to simplifying complexity.

A storm of emotions surged within the men; this kid's ghostly speed made their expressions change slightly.
They had thought it would be a simple fight, but they hadn't expected to encounter such a formidable opponent!

After repelling the most muscular man with a single Tiger Cannon move, Sun Mingzhuo took a few steps back. His footwork shifted,
a step causing his white jacket to billow like a large arc in the wind, filled with a peculiar
tension. His disheveled hair flew wildly, and Sun Mingzhuo's eyes burned fiercely, revealing undisguised
hatred .

He hated! An unprecedented hatred!

The men's gazes sharpened, beginning to bear the weight of his relentless attacks!

Suddenly, a heavy punch landed on Sun Mingzhuo's right cheek as he focused solely on exchanging blows. Moments later, Sun Mingzhuo
's mouth was filled with a metallic, salty taste.

His years of ingrained physical instincts made him immediately stop, then he
retreated !

"You hit me?" Staring at the person before him in disbelief, Sun Mingzhuo felt a chill run through him, his teeth
chattering.

You Danyu's eyes, however, grew increasingly cloudy, as if surrounded by countless wisps of wind, making him appear
somewhat blurry!

As if wound up and electrified, You Danyu pressed forward, unleashing another barrage
of attacks on Sun Mingzhuo. In his cold, menacing presence, You Danyu exuded a dangerous aura.

Without even the strength to retaliate, Sun Mingzhuo was kicked to the ground. Clenching his fists tightly, biting his lip,
he pointed a finger at You Danyu, "If you have the guts, kill me today!"

His disheveled body slowly slid down, like a leaf falling in the autumn wind, trembling slightly.
Their decade-long relationship couldn't even compare to a few grams of white powder!

Chapter Seven: Mingzhuo, We Can't Go Back. A blissful smile played on You Danyu's lips. His eyes,
gleaming the murky, crazed light unique to drug addicts, were fixed on a contradiction between pleasure and shock.

Small, rosy lips, a gaze upward, slightly upturned peach blossom eyes—those eyes...were they Sun Mingzhuo's?
No, hadn't he forbidden him from coming?!

"Those eyes, they're disgusting!" You Danyu
trembled, his lips bloodless, as if he'd seen a terrifying monster in the dark. "Those hypocritical eyes... are you trying to drive me crazy?!"

Sun Mingzhuo stared at him, biting his bleeding lips hard. He was still blaming him, always blaming him!

He remembered their first meeting; they were both very young then, probably too young to remember anything.
But for some reason, he had a particularly strong impression of You Danyu as a child. Back then, A-Yu was small,
fair-skinned, with big, doll-like eyes.

But beneath that appearance lay a completely different personality. How to put it? A bit wild,
a bit stubborn. Because when he saw A-Yu, he was fighting with some boys in the alley, his
stubborn, defiant glare particularly endearing. At first, he couldn't beat the boys, and his legs were bruised and battered
. But he wouldn't admit defeat. He tackled them, rolling them to the ground, until they were terrified and begged for mercy.

Covered in dirt, A-Yu stood up and smiled happily. The little boys were a bit unconvinced, but still
stood with their hands on their hips, saying they'd bully his sister again. A-Yu frowned, a little angry. He picked up
a sandbag and slapped it at their faces, making the kids cry.

The kids sobbed and yelled that they'd tell their parents, a
threat often made by children, not meant seriously. But he noticed A-Yu's face turn pale after hearing this. Sun Mingzhuo
sensed it wasn't fear. He saw something else in his eyes, something Sun
Mingzhuo didn't understand at the time—a sadness and self-mockery.

He watched him pick up his things, then said indifferently to the boy, "Go ahead if you want. If you
can find them, I'd rather they scold me." He then ran home. He just kept
watching him, unable to forget the look in his eyes.

Later, they played together a few times, but weren't very close. After his parents changed jobs, they lost
contact .

You Danyu stared at him blankly, his expression becoming unusually sorrowful. "We can't go back, we can't go back..."

All the hopes, dreams, disappointments, and sorrows of the past ten years had been condensed into this one sentence,
a simple, understated: "Mingzhuo, we can't go back."

This simple sentence weighed heavily on his heart for a long time, plunging him into a deep-seated melancholy from which
he couldn't escape.

His heart felt empty, a sense of aimless panic washing over him. A chill ran down You Danyu's spine, making him shiver uncontrollably
. He knew this was the chill of a drug addict, the onset of withdrawal.

"Get out! I don't want to see you!" He trembled as he backed away, seemingly trying to
escape from Sun Mingzhuo's sight. The last person he wanted to see right now was Sun Mingzhuo!

Anger surged to his head, a violent fire burning within him. Sun Mingzhuo straightened up and
angrily threw the beer bottle at his feet against the wall. "One word: Never speak to me again!"

The beer bottle smashed against the wall half a foot away with a loud crash, sharp shards of glass and foam
scattering The dimly lit private room caught several people off guard, their faces and heads splattered with shards, leaving several
bloody scratches, yet no one dared to provoke him.

"One word: Do as you please!" A nonchalant attitude.

So straightforward, not even offering him a way out? Sun Mingzhuo found a way out for himself,
"Don't regret it if you leave!"

"If you want to leave, then leave!" A man beside him couldn't hold back any longer. If you're going to leave, then leave cleanly; dragging it out
was ruining their plans.

Forced back by Sun Mingzhuo's icy gaze, the man finally shut his mouth, realizing he'd made a fool of himself.

"I told you to get lost, didn't you hear me!" Biting his lower lip tightly, You Danyu's heart raced, his breathing
quickened, and his handsome face darkened like a ruthless tyrant. His heavy breathing could no longer suppress the urge to
destroy those eyes.

Glancing back, unable to believe he would say such a thing, Sun Mingzhuo stared at him in shock, his face pale.
Her face blurred as she staggered backward, almost unable to stand.

Without uttering a word, Sun Mingzhuo turned around and headed straight for the door, without looking back.

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An invisible hand grabbed her arm and forcefully yanked her out of the door. Cong Yun, who had been thrown outside
, was suddenly pulled into a strong embrace and bounced back.

Before she could even cry out in pain, the boy had already dragged her straight towards the parking lot. After

shoving the fat woman into the car and getting into the driver's seat himself, Sun Mingzhuo swiftly reached over, grabbed her
chin, pulled the seatbelt down, and snapped it shut. "Sit tight."

"Want to experience real racing?" Sun Mingzhuo's calm and collected question brought
Cong Yun back to reality.

"Really, really racing?" Cong Yun blinked, looking at Sun Mingzhuo with confusion.

But before she could ask any more questions, the car started moving. Sun Mingzhuo decisively stepped on the gas, flooring it from the
start .

The Chrysler ME412 lived up to its reputation as a top-of-the-line sports car, accelerating to 100 km
/h in just three seconds. Sun Mingzhuo's driving skills were quite proficient, showcasing his abilities at every turn. This wasn't intentional
; it was an instinctive, habitual action.

Although he was excited, he was completely focused, as if Cong Yun beside him didn't exist. He
was immersed in the thrill of high-speed driving. "There might be police." As the car sped up, Cong Yun was genuinely worried about the young man's reckless driving

, seeing the shadowy figures rushing past on either side of the road . "Scared of what!" Sun Mingzhuo scoffed, his body swaying uncontrollably to the side as the car turned, startling Cong Yun. She frantically checked her seatbelt, then felt a little relieved her life, but she was incredibly precious. Highly focused, every nerve in her body taut, Sun Mingzhuo felt increasingly excited— extremely excited, her blood boiling, her passion soaring! The car sped faster and faster. The surrounding scenery rushed past, forming reflections in her peripheral vision, and Sun Mingzhuo grew increasingly excited. He felt a true sense of exhilaration! He didn't know if he had the potential to be a race car driver, but Sun Mingzhuo knew for sure. He really loved this feeling. A feeling of flying. If he had to describe it, it would be one word: exhilarating! Cong Yun stared unblinkingly ahead, her heart racing along with the car. Racing was too thrilling; she was afraid her heart couldn't handle it. Suddenly, with a screech of brakes, several cars blocked the middle of the road. Sun Mingzhuo, completely unprepared and driving at high speed, made Cong Yun think they were about to crash, and she gripped the door handle tightly in fright. "Hold on tight!" Sun Mingzhuo shouted to the plump woman; having a woman with him was definitely a nuisance. He then abruptly turned the steering wheel, slammed on the brakes, and drifted fifty degrees to the right, narrowly missing the roadside guardrail. He slammed on the gas again, then sharply turned the steering wheel to the left, turning thirty degrees to the left, then another degrees to regain balance. He quickly shifted gears, pressed the accelerator, and disappeared down the road. Cong Yun had stared wide-eyed the whole time, and only now did she breathe a sigh of relief, still unable to calm , not even able to ask the boy a question. Suddenly, she realized that her understanding of this boy was too one-sided. How could several cars suddenly appear and block the middle of the road? Cong Yun turned her head and looked at the boy in confusion. Sun Mingzhuo pursed his lips and shrugged. "I don't know." Actually, he had seen , but they were just some rookies, and he didn't pay them any attention. Shaking them off would be a piece of cake. He didn't expect there would be cars waiting for him ahead. It seemed they were waiting for him on purpose. ============================= Separator = ... Yun felt dizzy, her face burning and flushed, her blood surging, every cell seemingly expanding. The evening breeze blew against her face; she didn't have the urge to scream that young people often feel, but suddenly felt that life was just like this! The car sped along the clean, wide street, lush trees flashing by. A moment later, the car veered off the main road, dipped to the right, and headed straight for the path leading to the beach. White waves crashed against the shore, droplets of water cascading onto the sand before quickly receding. Sun Mingzhu rolled down the window, the salty, warm sea breeze immediately filling his small car. The sound of splashing waves, cutting through the steaming asphalt, interrupted their chaotic thoughts. Sun Mingzhu drove directly onto the beach, the car slowing down on the soft sand, stopping in a secluded corner. He gripped the steering wheel, his clear, bright eyes gazing at the azure, beautiful sea. A moment later, he abruptly turned off the engine, opened the car door, got out, and sat on the hood, his back to the fat woman. He looked up at the night sky, his voice devoid of emotion, "Get out." The sound of the waves grew louder, and the salty sea breeze rushed towards them. The beach was almost deserted at night; as far as the eye could see, the sea and sky merged into one . This was the first time she had ever seen the sea. Wave after wave rolled in, relentlessly chasing the shore. The deep night sky was studded with stars, appearing exceptionally vast and empty from this vantage point. Cong Yun was stunned; she had lived in this city for so long and had never known that the sea was so easily accessible.

Hesitantly, she got out of the car, walked around to the front, and stood beside the boy. Looking up at the night sky, the vast expanse of night stretched out before
her, the countless stars so close, as if she could reach out and pluck them from the sky…

She sat down on the hood, bent her knees, and hugged them, her eyes gazing dreamily at the distant night sea.

A cool sea breeze blew, and she shivered slightly. Her eyes involuntarily welled up with tears
…

A dazzling face kept surfacing in her mind…

Gem-like eyes…

Slightly pursed thin lips… A

slender, upright figure…

A head of flowing blond hair…

He was smiling…

“Fat woman, may I hug you?” Though the question seemed casual, Sun Mingzhuo’s gaze landed
domineeringly on her cold face.

Dare to refuse this young master’s hug? I’ll force a hug!

Completely taken aback, Cong Yun was about to reply when she felt a slight warmth on her cheek and neck. That warmth rolled
down to her chest, making her stiffen slightly.

She wrapped her arms around the boy's neck, gently pulling him into her embrace, her chin rubbing against the top of his head. Cong Yun
sighed . This world was truly wondrous; two people who had been engaged in the most intimate acts just moments before
could now share such a pure embrace.

"You'll take responsibility for me, right?" Sun Mingzhuo murmured, rubbing his chin against her shoulder like a pleading
kitten . "I'm yours now! Feeling good? Proud?"

Silence filled the air.

The roar of the waves ceased; Sun Mingzhuo could only hear the pounding of his own heart.

There was no plundering, no domineering, no helplessness…

He raised his face, saw her, and pointed to his eyes, “Here…” He pointed to his nose, “
Here …” He pointed to his heart, “And here… It hurts…”

Sometimes people have no desire to make a sound, and that was it for her now, trapped
in a silent barrier, yet her heart felt more at peace than ever before, quietly listening to him speak.

He pointed to his chest again, “Here, it’s so empty. But I don’t know how to fill it. I’ve never
received true friendship or love. I don’t know how to distinguish them, how to find them. If one day I
find that I’ve made the wrong choices, then, then…”

The air pressed down from all directions, making it hard for Cong Yun to breathe, suffocating her heart. It felt like
something was constantly churning, something was gathering inside her, trying to find an outlet to surge out. Closing her eyes, Yun
murmured almost silently, "When will that be?"

"There won't be a 'that time'!"

A confident smile suddenly appeared on her lips, and with a sudden pull, Sun Mingzhuo said nothing, only
hugging her even tighter.

Chapter Nine: Bro, I Was Wrong

The November air grew colder and colder, suffocatingly so. Southerners are particularly sensitive to the cold; even at
9 or 10 degrees Celsius, they were already complaining.

That afternoon after school, You Danyu, wearing his Walkman, lay on a stone bench under the large banyan tree on campus. The warm afternoon
sun cast dappled shadows on the leaves, and a gentle breeze blew by. Although he was wearing many clothes,
he couldn't help but shiver. Rays of

sunlight pierced through the leaves and shone on his face and eyes. He opened his eyes wide, letting the light shine in…
Before whenever he did this, she would always bend down to look at his face, blocking the sunlight. Then she
would laugh and say, "Silly boy, you'll damage your eyes like that."

"But the sunlight is beautiful." He tried to push her face away.

"I like looking at the sunlight, not at my sister." She grabbed his hand, preventing him from moving.

"What's so interesting about you?"

A lone footstep echoed, answered only by the rustling of leaves and the gentle breeze; who
knew his loneliness?

Looking up, he knew his longing was like wandering the vast sky, with no outlet.

"Swish...swish..." His phone vibrated in his pocket.

It was Sun Mingzhuo, his first thought. He frantically reached for his phone.

'New text message, read now?'—'Confirm' "One short, let's play mahjong!" Sender—
Zhao Ziwen .

When You Danyu arrived, eight hands were already clattering on the mahjong table, several fingers adorned with
gleaming , except for Sun Mingzhuo's slender fingers, which were bare.

He hadn't changed at all, finding those frivolous pieces of jewelry cumbersome.

The clatter of mahjong tiles was crisp and clear.

"Eight of Wan!" Sun Mingzhuo didn't even glance at the newcomer, casually grabbed a bad tile, and immediately threw it
down, the table rattling loudly.

"Eat!" Xiao Ren reached for the eight of Wan.

You Danyu offered him a cigarette, casually asking, "Why are you playing mahjong so early today?"

...

The hand offering the cigarette froze in mid-air, a moment of silence falling, the atmosphere becoming somewhat awkward.

Zhao Ziwen, momentarily disoriented, thought Sun Mingzhuo hadn't heard him, "Young Master Sun, your Ayu is asking you a question."

"My family, my foot! This young master isn't so lucky as to be associated with him." Sun Mingzhuo leaned back, his entire body
slumping against the chair, his legs propped up on the mahjong table. He took a cigarette and lit it,
looking at You Danyu provocatively.

White smoke swirled. A murderous aura, even stronger than the smell of cigarettes, permeated the mahjong room.

"Alright, alright, let's talk about it after we finish eating. It's too noisy inside," Xiao Ren stepped in to smooth things over
. He could tell from their expressions that the two were having a tiff.

Before they even reached the parking lot after paying the bill, a group of people approached and surrounded them. Seven or eight
of them lined up, completely blocking their path.

They were clearly a bunch of thugs who wanted a beating!

"Which kid's surnamed Sun? If you know what's good for you, come out and lick my shoe soles!" two of them shouted.

Sun Mingzhuo shook his head casually. "I always have my dog lick my shoe soles. Today,
I didn't bring my dog, so I'll trouble you to lick my shoe soles!"

"Kid, you're asking for it!" the two burly men roared, raising their hands to slap Sun Mingzhuo.

"You're the ones who're asking for death!" Sun Mingzhuo's expression changed completely in an instant. His eyes gleamed with
the light of a bloodthirsty beast. He raised his hands from below, and with two thuds, the two burly men staggered back a few steps, their arms
aching so much they couldn't lift them.

After Sun Mingzhuo pried open the arms of the two men, he raised his right foot and kicked one of the burly men in the stomach.
The man was sent flying and crashed into someone's car.

The other man, seeing the danger, grabbed a knife hidden on his person. "Kid, I'll cripple you today!"
he shouted, slashing at Sun Mingzhuo with the knife.

"Ah!" Those who hadn't left screamed in terror, unable to bear watching.

You Danyu, standing next to Sun Mingzhuo, saw the burly man swinging the knife. She dodged the blade, then grabbed the man's wrist, twisting it
sharply , followed by a spurt of blood
.

Three bloody fingers fell to the ground, and the blood-stained knife clattered to the floor.

The burly man clutched his right hand, blood seeping from between his left fingers that were gripping his right.

A pitiful scream echoed through the air.

You Danyu wiped the blood splattered on his sleeve, bent down, and picked up the knife.

"Only three fingers!" You Danyu squatted down in front of the man screaming in agony on the ground, holding
the knife to the burly man's neck. The sharp blade sliced through the flesh, and blood seeped out.

"You like seeing blood, don't you? How does it feel this time? I don't mind taking a few more parts from you, like your
eyes. If they're useless anyway, why not just cripple them?" You Danyu said sinisterly, his
words sounding like the voice of a demon from hell.

"No...no, buddy, I was wrong!" the man missing three fingers cried out in terror, "We
...we were just following orders!"

"You, come here!" You Danyu pointed the knife at the man lying on the ground, clutching his stomach, still unable to get up.

Sun Mingzhuo's kick just now almost ripped this guy's intestines out. The guy felt like a knife was stuck in
his , and he was in so much pain that he couldn't stand up. Now, seeing this terrifying young man
pointing a knife at him, he was so scared that he scrambled over.

"I hate it when you treat my friends like this!" You Danyu's knife slid across the face of the crawling man,
making him too scared to even breathe.

Chapter Ten: You're Dead Today

"Remember, if you want to die, come find me!"

"Snap," just as You Danyu said the word "die," he had already plunged the knife into the ground.

The two men trembled all over, too scared to even breathe, their eyes filled with fear as they stared at the bloodstained
knife.

Snap Snap Snap...

The sound of chaotic footsteps. Everyone turned around, and about twenty more people came running from a distance. You Danyu put down
the man he was carrying, slowly stood up, and turned to look at them. The rest of his brothers scattered, and the two wounded men got up
and ran behind them.

The man at the front wore a well-tailored black trench coat, black leather half-gloves,
and had long, flowing black hair that framed a strikingly handsome face, exuding an invisible pressure.

"You brats, you're all dead today!" said the short-haired beauty standing next to the man in black arrogantly.

"Who did I think it was? Always clinging to me like this." Sun Mingzhuo scoffed,
glancing at her disdainfully. "So it's you, you brainless, flat-chested woman."

"You…" Caught off guard by his tone, Chen Liwei turned to Wu Cenxi for help, "Brother Xi,
look, this kid's about to insult me again."

Wu Cenxi stepped forward, casually sizing up Sun Mingzhuo.
He'd assumed he was just a pampered young master, but it turned out he had some skills.

With a gesture, over thirty people rushed forward. Sun Mingzhuo looked over at the sound and, seeing
these people, wasn't afraid.

Sun Mingzhuo sidestepped and kicked one of them in the face, laughing, "A bunch of fearless bastards!"

The others knew how powerful they were and wouldn't be foolish enough to rush forward, but seeing that they were no match for them,
Chen Liwei waved her hand and pushed them forward, "Go away, I didn't hire you to be decorations!"

Just then, one of them was pushed in front of You Danyu, who reached out to support him, saying, "What, stand still."

The man's face changed, and he swung a punch at Sun Mingzhuo's chest. You Danyu dodged to the side, grabbed the man's fist, and
pulled him outwards using his momentum. The man's brute force carried him away, and he fell to the ground, missing his target.

Sun Mingzhuo didn't give them any chance. With a "Ah!", he punched the man who was about to rush at him in the face.
Crack! The sound of a nose breaking. He turned and kicked the man who had just pounced on him in the stomach, followed by another kick.

"Ah!" Sun Mingzhuo quickened his pace, leaping over and grabbing his collar. "!!!" Several
punches landed squarely on his face, leaving it a bloody mess, unrecognizable even to his own mother.

Suddenly, several men behind Wu Cenxi pulled out guns from their waists and pockets.
Surprised that they had guns, Sun Mingzhuo stopped what he was doing. "Using guns when you can't win? What kind of hero are you!"

Wu Cenxi gestured for them to put their guns down, then casually walked over, glanced at him, and sneered,
"Believe it or not, I can take care of both of you with one hand?"

"You? Dream on." You Danyu stood in front of Sun Mingzhuo, feeling a strange unease about the man in black
.

This man was definitely not simple!

Wu Cenxi's fist had already swung towards him, and You Danyu dodged the attack with a backflip. However, the opponent's leg moved
with incredible speed, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of him. *Thud*, You Danyu was kicked to the ground, his abdomen
burning pain.

You Danyu clutched his injured abdomen, and looking at the black-clad man's eyes, he saw something incredibly malevolent.

"This man's eyes are terrifying!" You Danyu initially questioned, then immediately confirmed it.
After adjusting his mindset, You Danyu immediately began to counterattack, but it seemed somewhat difficult. After

several minutes of fierce fighting, You Danyu had already taken several punches and was using his palms to support himself on the ground, unable to stand up
.

"Take this!" Seeing that You Danyu was unable to stand, Sun Mingzhuo was not to be outdone. He took a step forward and
unleashed four kicks and three punches in quick succession.

"Thud thud thud thud thud!" Wu Cenxi actually blocked all of them, and then delivered a
tiger claw .

Surprised by the black-clad man's agility, Sun Mingzhuo took a step back. *Rip!* Sun
Mingzhuo's shirt was torn.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Cenxi's leg, leaving a trail of shadows, appeared in front of Sun Mingzhuo. *Bang!*
Sun Mingzhuo was kicked back three meters.

"What?!" Before Sun Mingzhuo could react, Wu Cenxi had already punched him in the chest.
Sun Mingzhuo's eyes widened as he flew straight back and crashed heavily to the ground. He felt as if
he had been struck by a massive iron hammer.

"Ugh!" A mouthful of blood spurted from Sun Mingzhuo's mouth, and he felt a burning
pain in his chest, as if his bones had been broken by that punch.

In a flash, everyone held their breath for just a few seconds.

Without even giving him a moment to catch his breath, Wu Cenxi stepped forward, twisted Sun Mingzhuo's hand, and a sharp pain shot through
his back was forcibly bent, cracking with the sound of breaking bones. Just as he was about to increase the force and cripple the boy's arm, a gust of wind swept by, and a glint of light flashed

in Wu Cenxi's eyes . Someone was behind him. Someone was behind him! Wu Cenxi's nerves were on edge. He leaped up, sweeping a leg across the head of the person behind him. "That won't hit me." Liang Yinming, behind him, had a sudden thought. He spread his arms and, just as the opponent's foot was about to reach his face, clamped the opponent's ankle with his hand. Chapter Eleven: The Unlucky Gun. These attacks were all deadly. If it were just a regular punch, Wu Cenxi's leg would have already landed. But the opponent's fingers were also strong. The power of his own leg, combined with the wind from the punch, if they really collided, it would be impossible for bones not to break. Wu Cenxi retracted his leg in mid-air and landed back on the ground. "Who are you?" "Her husband." Liang Yinming chuckled, pointing at Sun Mingzhuo lying on the ground, and attacked again . It was a seemingly ordinary straight punch, but the speed of the punch was incredibly fast. Wu Cenxi dodged the barrage of punches one by one. Seizing a good opportunity, Wu Cenxi threw a right punch at Liang Yinming. Suddenly feeling the outstretched hand gripping him like an iron clamp, and even hearing the faint sound of bones breaking, Wu Cenxi thought to himself, "This person's wrist strength is incredible. " Even with his right fist blocked, his left fist remained free. He twisted his body, hooking his opponent's stomach. "Ah!" Liang Yinming, seeing the situation was dire, quickly pushed Wu Cenxi away and took a step back, barely dodging Wu Cenxi's attack. The two assumed fighting stances and collided again in an instant. "Clap clap clap clap," within a minute , the two had already exchanged thirty tentative attacks. Suddenly, "whoosh," several "whoosh" sounds rang out from a silenced pistol . Facing the bullets, Liang Yinming dodged, quickly spinning his body and leaping away several times visible attack is easy to dodge, a hidden arrow is hard to defend against; the hidden pistol fired several shots in quick succession. "Whoosh whoosh whoosh—" Streaks of red light shot from the gun barrels, all aimed at Liang Yinming, who had quickly . No matter how skilled Liang Yinming was, facing bullets so close at hand, he couldn't escape unscathed. With a "bang," Liang Yinming was shot in the waist, a sharp pain spreading from his abdomen. His body, like a kite with a broken string, traced an ungraceful arc in the air before snapping and falling. Wu Cenxi wasn't faring much better. A sudden sharp pain struck his back, causing him to tremble as he rushed forward . He quickly took a running start, rolled over, and landed behind a trash can, which was nearly destroyed. The parking garage was full of cars , obscuring everything. "Protect your young lady!" Drawing his gun from his waist, loading a bullet, Wu Cenxi turned and gave a stern command. "Yes!" A tall, almost invisible figure silently plummeted from the balcony, darting away amidst the fleeing vehicles without a moment's hesitation. Like a fish, the figure rounded a corner and darted out the door. Wu Cenxi's expression changed abruptly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. He moved swiftly, giving chase. Just as he was about to fire, he realized no one was there. Looking around, he found the surrounding crowd had dispersed completely . ============================== Separator =============================== First People's Hospital of the City. "Ah! It hurts! It hurts!" Heart-wrenching screams echoed from the white ward. Passersby couldn't help but stop and stare at the closed door, but apart from the sound of the wind, the door remained firmly shut. "Doctor, doctor, doctor, come quick!!!" Another heart-wrenching cry rang out, each sound seeming to pierce the hearts of passersby. Was someone's child dying? "Whoosh!" The door opened, and doctors and nurses rushed into the ward, bringing in a lot of equipment: blood pressure monitors, puncture needles, various tubing, and so on. "Old He, Old Sun, what can I do for you two?" The hospital director himself came forward, bowing slightly respectfully. "You're the one with something to say! Can't you see we two old men are still going strong!" The one on the left, with a slightly thinner face and a slightly longer head, was Old Master He. The hospital director, who had come personally, bore a five or six- point resemblance to him. The one on the right, with a square face and a crew cut, exuded an air of authority; he was undoubtedly Sun Mingzhuo's grandfather. The two looked nothing alike, but their demeanor was somewhat similar. Old Master Sun was also a veteran in the military, just like Old Master He, with immense prestige. Judging by appearance alone, he had an even stronger military bearing than Old Master . It seems he's a born killer! The two white-haired old men exuded a chilling aura, almost tangible, that seemed to penetrate to the very marrow of one's bones. "Oh, my precious grandson, tell me where it hurts, Grandpa will have your uncle take a look." Seeing his beloved grandson lying on the hospital bed, Old Master He felt a pang of heartache. He quickly abandoned his cane and rushed over, sitting directly on Sun Mingzhuo's bed. "Who's your grandson? Who's your grandson?! You, surnamed He, listen to me clearly, that's mine! Mine!" Old Master Sun protested. The "real grandpa" was right there; what was this imposter doing here? "I'm not like some people, all white-haired with a few clumps of black hair in the middle..."

"Anyone who knew would think he's an Indian." Old Master He remained calm, acting as if it were none of his business, and
smiled smugly. I smiled smugly too.

"You old fool, this is highlighting, do you even know what highlighting is?" Old Master Sun, sarcastically retorted
, was almost in tears, shouting back, "t-i-a-o, r-a-n, d
oyouunderstang?"

"Huh? I don't understand." Old Master He picked at his ear, smiling insincerely. "I forgot to tell you,
my hearing has gotten really bad lately, I didn't hear what you just said, please speak louder."

Old Master Sun was furious, slamming his cane down hard, the ironwood floor shaking,
jumping and roaring around the hospital bed, "This is fashionable, fashionable!"

Chapter Twelve: Go Back and Argue!

"I'm not dead yet!!!!" A loud roar startled the two elderly men who were "cooking" in the middle of a meal.
They jumped back as if they had stepped on a landmine.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, they reacted at the same time and quickly surrounded him. "My precious grandson,
tell me , where does it hurt? Grandpa will take a look."

"My heart hurts!" Sun Mingzhuo slammed his fist on the pillow in frustration. He not only had a heartache, but his head was throbbing even more! Due to the
sudden movement, blood seeped out from the thick gauze wrapping his chest.

"Heartache? Quick, Hao Yi, come and open his heart to see what hurts." Grandpa He's heart
was hurting even more than his, and his head was even more out of control.

"Blood! Blood! Quick, young He, stop the bleeding!" Seeing him bleeding, Grandpa Sun felt as if it were his own
blood being shed. He quickly covered the wound, trying to make the blood flow back.

His precious grandson was already weak, and if he lost more blood, he would become even weaker.

"First, feel sorry for him!"

"First, stop the bleeding!"

...

The two were at first base again. Hao Yi, who was behind him, had already stepped forward to re-bandage his wound. Seeing the uneven wounds on Sun Mingzhuo's
back , he frowned and said, "You brat, let's get these scars removed before you're discharged
."

"I don't want to be hospitalized!"

"You have to stay!"

"I'm not negotiating with you!" He knew that negotiation was futile.

"Your two friends can stay here, so why can't you?"

Ayu and that deadbeat? Sun Mingzhuo pulled the IV drip out. "I want to move to their ward."
He turned to the two old men who were arguing noisily with a displeased look. "Go back to arguing!"

The two old men were yelled at by him. They stretched out their right hands, their fingers trembling as they pointed at their precious
grandson . Their lips trembled for a while, but in the end, they didn't say a word. They sighed twice, stomped their feet, and stood aside like a wronged
statue.

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By the time the two old men returned, it was already dark. Evening had
fallen quietly without them even saying goodbye.

The setting sun cast its rays across the earth, creating a warm and comforting atmosphere. From afar, the streets seemed to
be ablaze with flames, or like evening clouds resting on treetops.

Cong Yun sat alone by the fountain outside the hospital, observing everyone. Some wore happy
smiles, arm in arm with another; others walked wearily, being helped along. It was a
harmony that outsiders couldn't comprehend.

After confirming that the two old men wouldn't return, Cong Yun straightened up and walked towards the ward building.

Pushing open the door, she saw that the person lying on the bed was clearly not the one she was looking for. Turning back to check the nameplate
number, it was indeed 706!

"Hello, nurse, could you tell me where the person in this ward is this morning?"
Cong Yun hurriedly asked, stopping a nurse who was rushing past.

"Is no one in 706? Maybe they moved beds or were discharged. Could you please check again?" The nurse Cong Yun
stopped was the one who had just arrived for the afternoon shift change. As soon as she finished speaking, she grabbed the IV drip and rushed into
another ward.

It seemed a guest had finished their IV drip. Cong Yun went to the next ward and started searching herself. The hospital was
n't , but it wasn't small either. The VIP wards reserved for high-ranking officials were only on one floor, not
many.

What she didn't know was that Sun Mingzhuo had moved to You Danyu's VIP ward several hours before she arrived, and
was now holding an IV drip in her left hand and waving her right hand, energetically arguing with the glass.

After searching several wards without finding anyone, Cong Yun went to the other side of the corridor, to ward 714.

The door was open. Cong Yun peeked inside and saw a man leaning against the hospital bed, talking on the phone. His body
was wrapped in bandages, and at first glance, she thought he was about to die.

Suddenly, her mind went blank, and a blurry figure appeared in her head—it was that man.

A glimpse of white caught her eye, and she mistook it for Liwei returning. Wu Cenxi stopped talking,
raised his deep-set eyes, and stared directly at the other person. A familiar figure appeared in her sight—simple, unassuming
clothing, a gentle and warm smile.

Her heart skipped a beat! How could she meet her here?

Her steps faltered as a woman's figure slowly appeared. Cong Yun suppressed her rapidly
beating heart and forced a calm smile. "Are you alright?"

A mocking smile played on her lips, and a hint of nonchalant wickedness shone in her eyes. Wu Cenxi didn't answer but instead asked, "Are you
saying you came to see me?"

"Do you believe that?" Cong Yun smiled impassively.

His gaze fell on the thermos in Cong Yun's hand. Wu Cenxi turned his head away, not answering.
Could this once?

The man fell silent, and the empty room returned to its usual quiet and coldness.

Cong Yun walked over, put down the fruit and thermos, and bent down to unscrew the lid of the insulated lunchbox. Inside
was steaming, fragrant soup.

It was pigeon soup she had specially reheated at the hospital cafeteria; this kind of soup was best for wound healing, and she
thought that the boy with so many wounds needed it most.

She ladled out a bowl of soup and carefully handed it to him. "Have some?" Her hand trembled slightly
as .

He glanced at her, then silently took it and slowly drank it, spoonful by spoonful.
A suffocating silence filled the ward.

Cong Yun quietly observed the man before her. It had been almost three months since they'd maintained
their close relationship, yet she'd never once stood so close to him, scrutinizing him like this.

His injuries seemed quite severe; his face was pale, and he had gained weight. However,
the sharpness and domineering presence between his brows still lingered.

Suddenly, Cong Yun's phone rang twice. She glanced down and saw a text message:

"Why haven't you come yet?" Those simple six words sent a chill down her spine. Cong Yun instinctively looked at
the man in front of her. Thankfully, he didn't seem to notice her actions and was still engrossed in drinking his soup.

Chapter Thirteen: Middle Finger Pointing at You.

Her phone rang a few more times. Cong Yun quickly looked down; it was an incoming call.

"Why don't you eat the food next to you while it's hot? I'll go answer this call." Placing the bowl on the bedside table,
Cong Yun hurried out of the ward.

Cong Yun pressed the call button and quickly walked to the end of the corridor. "Hello?"

"Hello again?! What time is it? Tell me! I'm starving!"

"Which ward are you in? I couldn't find you." "

606, why don't you ask the nurse? How can you be so stupid!..."

After hanging up, Cong Yun quickly ran to the cafeteria on the next floor to get a hospital meal, then took the elevator to
the sixth floor. As soon as she entered the ward, she was stunned! The ward was full of gifts, all kinds of colorful gifts!

Only after entering their ward did she realize a truth: those gunshot wounds and knife wounds are like a bottle of sulfuric acid.
When you pour it over a handsome guy's face, even the most handsome person will become extremely haggard, at most just a slightly handsome panda
.

The three men in front of her either had their chests wrapped up in strange shapes, or their arms were wrapped up like disabled people,
or their feet were wrapped in bandages in mid-air. Where was the slightest bit of their former vigor?

Sun Mingzhuo, who was standing barefoot on the hospital bed arguing with Liang Yinming, turned around at the sound of the door opening and saw the fat
woman . He casually brushed a plush toy off the bed, then leaned against the headboard and casually
glanced at the things in her hands. "Where's your gift?"

Oh no! All her gifts were on that man's hospital bed. "What gift do you want? I'll buy you another one?"

"You haven't bought one all day?" Sun Mingzhuo stared at her, his face full of disbelief.

Cong Yun avoided the boy's eyes in a bit of a panic, guessing the suspicion in his words. "
Sorry , I was in a hurry just now."

"It's okay." Sun Mingzhuo shrugged casually, then jumped off the bed and stood in front of her.
"If you want to give a gift, it's just a bouquet and a fruit basket. I don't care for those things." The setting
sun streamed through the gaps in the curtains onto his face.

"But..." Sun Mingzhuo's tone changed, looking at the plump woman with a wronged expression, determined to show her his hurt
look , "You won't even buy me something like that?"

"I can give you something else." Hearing the boy's dejected tone, Cong Yun couldn't wait to speak.

"Really?" Sun Mingzhuo suddenly tensed up and sat closer, looking at her with expectant eyes.

"Really!"

Sun Mingzhuo brought his head closer to the plump woman, resting it on her shoulder, "Really?"

"Really!" The boy's delicate face was so close, his fair skin so smooth that there wasn't
a single pore. Cong Yun patiently repeated her answer.

With a grin, Sun Mingzhuo's small face smiled like a flower in March, "A blank sheet of paper, I want a piece of paper with a promise
written it."

Liang Yinming, who was being ignored, lay on the bed, passively listening to their conversation. He rolled his eyes helplessly at the
white . This was too much free time. Why did they keep saying such idiotic things?

Meanwhile, You Danyu, in the other bed, looked at the two of them thoughtfully. Had something happened that
he should know about during this time?

A promise? That was a very serious matter. What if she couldn't keep it? She wasn't one of those
young girls who understood romance and poetry; all she could think about were the issues of variables and constants. Cong Yun hesitated slightly, subtly
changing the subject, "Let's fill our stomachs first, okay? Have you eaten dinner? I bought some things."

Sun Mingzhuo's bright eyes narrowed slightly, and he said with a mournful face, "No,
I 'm starving while waiting for you!"

Perhaps he'd been too idle, because Liang Yinming interrupted him, mischievously tattling,
"He's lying to you. Someone was eating deliciously while on the phone just now!"

Sun Mingzhuo's eyes widened, glaring at him with great displeasure, his voice filled with intense
anger, "You deadbeat, which eye of yours saw me eat?"

Liang Yinming chuckled regretfully, "Too bad, I saw it with both eyes."

"Bullshit! Talk is cheap!" Sun Mingzhuo continued stubbornly, his eyes darting left and right.
Of course, he knew the deadbeat had watched him swallow his food.

He really had only eaten a little bit, really just "a little bit."

"Then let's discuss this with facts." Liang Yinming pointed at Sun Mingzhuo's shifty eyes,
preparing for a serious discussion.

"Huh?" Sun Mingzhuo was stunned, not understanding what the deadbeat was going to say.

"There's a very interesting phenomenon—when a person's left hemisphere reacts with the answer first,
their eyes turn to the right; when the right hemisphere processes the answer, their eyes turn to the left."

Liang Yinming lowered his head, his hoarse, deep voice carrying a cool chuckle. "So when someone lies
, they need to use rational thinking, and their eyes will definitely turn to the right… And just now,
when you were facing me and her, your eyes were turning to the right! This shows that you were rapidly using your left hemisphere to think of how to cover up your lie!"

Sun Mingzhu stammered, taking a step back, then a step forward, then a step back, then a step forward again, and then
two more steps forward, defiantly arguing, "I really didn't eat…" He immediately turned
his two black eyes to the center, making a "cross-eyed" face.

Cong Yun was stunned. Was it really necessary? Anyway, the food was going to be saved for him.

Continuing to stare with his cross-eyed gaze, Sun Mingzhuo straightened up, facing the solid glass. "I would never lie to a fat woman like that! I
really, really didn't eat just now... I wasn't eating while on the phone... I wasn't
arguing with you while eating... I wasn't!"

Liang Yinming's lips twitched slightly. After a long while, he slowly stretched out his hand and made a "fuck" gesture.
"Fine, I'll point my middle finger at you!"

Chapter Fourteen: How Did the Pig Die?

"Go to hell! Who gave you permission to make that gesture to me? Only I can make that gesture to her!" Just
thinking about that gesture brought back memories of his humiliating past—it was the greatest disgrace of his life!

Sun Mingzhuo swore he would never enter a woman's little hole again. He'd only been inside for a few minutes, and his
precious little brother had already "gloriously" sacrificed himself. Where could he put his noble face?

After saying that, Sun Mingzhuo let out an "Ah!" and brought his thin, moist lips, as pale pink as a begonia, close to the fat
woman. His two big eyes blinked, misty with tears, as if they were about to fall at any moment.

Upon seeing his action, Yun quickly opened the lunchbox, scooped a spoonful of food for him with a disposable spoon, and handed it to him,
saying softly, "Eat slowly."

Sun Mingzhuo chewed slowly for a few moments before swallowing the food in one gulp. He glanced at
the braised pork in the lunchbox with disgust, licked his lips, and asked, "Are you sure this is for humans, not pigs? It tastes awful!"

Hearing his words, Liang Yinming laughed so hard he could hardly breathe. "Do you know how pigs die?"

Sun Mingzhuo chewed his food while shaking his head in confusion, looking like a humble student eager to be taught.

Liang Yinming straightened up and said seriously, "He died from overeating!"

"Huh?" Sun Mingzhuo widened his beautiful eyes, curiously asking Liang Yinming, "How can a pig
die from overeating?"

"Like you, you'll die from overeating!"

Sun Mingzhuo choked, and it took him a long time to swallow the food in his mouth. He looked at the dead
glass , stood up and walked towards Liang Yinming, kicking his bed board unhappily, "Don't think that just because you saved me you
can do whatever you want to me. My patience has its limits!"

"I've heard that before, try something else." Perhaps because his lower back was a little sore, Liang Yinming adjusted his position again,
lying diagonally as he spoke.

"My patience has its limits!"

Before Sun Mingzhuo had even finished his meal, the nurse Feng Lian, dressed in a white coat, had already "arrived" with an IV drip.
Seeing Sun Mingzhuo sitting on the hospital bed with his right hand intact, needing to be fed—were
all the patients in this ward disabled?

As she approached, she casually glanced a few more times at Liang Yinming, who lay weakly on the bed—this handsome guy could
n't even stand up, was he a cripple? A look of utter disbelief crossed her face;

as she passed, she cast a final glance at You Danyu, who lay on the bed feigning sleep with her eyes closed—that person couldn't even open
their eyes , was she blind? A pitiful look of sympathy.

Normally, every patient in every ward had a medical record, but the patients in this ward didn't, having been
isolated and placed under the care of the hospital director. Even the IV drips were assigned by the director, which made it impossible not to
overthink things.

"Nurse sister," Liang Yinming said in a fawning smile, his voice slurring, "would you give
the injection to that little brother sitting over there first?"

Dare to harm me?! Sun Mingzhuo's two captivating eyes immediately snapped to attention. He gazed at
the nurse with tender affection, his eyes flashing with a seductive light, and said sweetly, "Sister, please give him the injection first! I'm afraid of the pain!"

These captivating eyes of mine aren't for nothing!

The new nurse, dressed in a brand-new white uniform, her shiny black hair simply tied back, a small white cap perched
askew there, stunned by his charm, holding her medical kit, seemingly bewildered.

Finally, she weakly managed to squeeze out a sentence, "You two brothers have such a good relationship."

Sun Mingzhuo's tall figure blocked the fat woman's path, his back to her. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, fat
woman 'll betray you this once.

My eyes may have betrayed you, but my heart will absolutely, positively not betray you!

His eyes continued to flash at Feng Lian, and if you ignored his slightly distorted smile, he
was indeed a very handsome young man. "Yes, my relationship with him is 'as good as it gets,' so good that I'd want to die
with him!"

Feng Lian almost fainted upon hearing this; her smiling face instantly contorted into a spasm. The people staying in this ward were definitely
not ordinary people.

"Also, you're wrong. My brother is the dead man lying in bed pretending to be dead!" Everyone else
was alive and well , but the male protagonist in the conversation showed no reaction whatsoever. He was basically like a vegetable, lying in bed
with his eyes and ears closed, displaying an aloof "I'm oblivious to everything around me" attitude.

Sun Mingzhuo was incredibly anxious. Was he jealous of him and that deadbeat? She cautiously kicked him,
and sure enough, it had a very good effect. He kicked Sun Mingzhuo back, two powerful kicks, and
Sun Mingzhuo, caught off guard, staggered back a few steps!

Damn it, this guy Ayu is using all the strength he never had before!

It turns out the seemingly most normal person is actually the most abnormal. Fenglian had no choice but to start with the
silent, vegetative patient lying in bed. And it turns out, the nurse assigned to this ward
wasn't just there for show.

Compared to the nurse from this morning, Fenglian's technique was clearly more skilled. She hung up the IV bag, found the vein
in his hand , and inserted the needle in one smooth motion.

"Nurse, is there anything we should pay attention to during this time? Should we give them some extra nourishment?
What can they eat and what can't they eat? Are there any restrictions?" Congyun saw the nurse leaving and quickly
followed.

"Oh right, generally, patients need to pay close attention to their diet. Less oil, less salt,
more , and they can drink more fish soup..." Fenglian instructed Congyun from the corridor, assuming this
woman was a caregiver hired by the patients.

When she returned to the ward, the three men were already "keeping to their posts," lying obediently on their beds watching TV.
Cong Yun finally found her use, sitting next to Sun Mingzhuo until their IV drips finished,
then going to ask a nurse to change them.

She wondered how the other man was doing. Was he being cared for? Cong Yun hesitated, then
gave a slightly awkward, self-deprecating smile. How could someone in the VIP ward not have a nurse? It seemed she
had really been meddling too much.

Chapter Fifteen: Ugly People Do Many Trouble, A-Jie's Ward 714.

Chen Liwei sat on the bed, gently resting her head on Wu Cenxi's shoulder, asking uncertainly, "Brother Xi,
do you love me?"

"Yes.

" "How much?"

"I'll only marry you."

"Then...what about those women outside?" Her heart was churning, a churning so intense it felt like her intestines were about to burst—it
hurt so much! Her vision blurred again, and Chen Liwei stared at her Xi-ge with her large, clear eyes.

Wu Cenxi affectionately half-embraced her, his voice unusually gentle, "Those were just casual flings."

"Then why won't you...won't you want me?" The girl's shyness made her too embarrassed to utter such
explicit words, so she could only speak euphemistically.

Wu Cenxi turned to her, placing his hands on her shoulders, frowning as he looked at her. Even he wanted to ask himself
why .

Footsteps sounded outside the door, a jumbled jumble, at least a dozen. Wu Cenxi squinted and looked over.
The first to enter was a dignified middle-aged man, dressed in an expensive silk suit, with slightly disheveled black hair,
thick eyebrows, large eyes, a high nose bridge, and a resolute facial expression.

"Father." Wu Cenxi lowered his hands from Chen Liwei's shoulders, propped himself up, and slowly walked towards
the person at the front, greeting him with a flat expression.

Suddenly, a figure appeared before him, and "slap!" a slap landed on his face. Five claw marks immediately appeared on Wu Cenxi's fair cheek
, the marks gradually turning from white to a horrifying blood red.

"How could you hit him?" Chen Liwei, who had been sullenly hanging her head, rushed forward to
seek justice for her brother when she saw him being hit, but was stopped by Wu Cenxi standing at the front.

"Ah Jie, take this woman away!" Wu Yufan, with his high-bridged nose and imposing presence,
stood there with an air of dominance, his gaze fixed on Chen Liwei, warning her menacingly, "Remember,
the Wu family doesn't need a wife who sticks her neck out!"

"I..." Two dark, murky blue eyes suddenly flashed across her,
sending a chill down Chen Liwei's spine.

"Yes!"

Several men dressed in black followed behind, their thick, sword-like eyebrows framed deep, dark
eyes like crystal pools—all rarely seen experts.

The man in black, called "Ah Jie," stood out among the group of ordinary-looking men,
his alluring yet refined features drawing everyone's attention like a spotlight.

He walked forward expressionlessly, his clear eyes fixed on Chen Liwei. "Miss, excuse me
."

Ignoring Chen Liwei's incoherent and hysterical cries, he grabbed her wrist with one hand and covered her
mouth with the other, dragging her forward relentlessly. Finally, he simply lifted her by the shoulders and carried her out.

Feeling an immense pressure bearing down on him, Wu Cenxi instinctively flinched and dodged.

The overwhelming pressure from all around made Wu Cenxi suddenly have a ridiculous thought. Yes, if it wasn't
fear, why hide? Suddenly, an extreme weariness and exhaustion washed over him,
and a feeling of powerlessness arose deep within his soul.

It was a mental force utterly powerless to resist, and his aura unconsciously weakened.
Seeing an opening, the pressure intensified, and Wu Cenxi, unable to dodge, crashed into the wall
with a loud thud , reopening his wounds and causing bright red blood to gush out.

When he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure rapidly approaching out of the corner of his eye, his expression wisely
kept silent.

"Is this all you've got?" A figure appeared like a ghost, Wu Yufan coldly staring at
the person beneath him, his indifferent gaze as if looking at a complete stranger, a beggar.

"You can't even beat Sun Qingxuan's son? What right do you have to be my son?" Enraged, Wu
Yufan laughed, his eyes flashing with malice. His painstakingly trained son had actually lost to a good-for-nothing
young master!

Wu Cenxi froze; so he already knew where he was injured.

"I will win back!" His amber eyes shone with unwavering determination, his voice
strong and resolute, echoing in the empty hospital room.

The unintentional aura emanating from the man made it impossible not to believe his promise.

This was the aura forged through true struggle, from weakness to strength, breaking through personal limits, and constantly surpassing oneself
.

Because he had once been weak, escaped death, and experienced the trials of life and death, he was composed; because he had strived, grown
from weak to strong, and challenged the strong, he was confident; because he was already strong and had achieved tangible success, he was
proud…

Rise up, process, and result—all are indispensable.

All of this was the accumulation of momentum, reaching a qualitative leap, a transformation of spirit and character.

"Since they are not afraid of death, I will make them truly fear a strong person from the bottom of their hearts." Sensing the rampant madness emanating from
his own son, Wu Yu Fan's hair stood on end,
and he jumped up in excitement—it was a world only the strong could understand.

"Soul-collecting messengers from the underworld, come forth! Prepare a blood-soaked feast! The scythes of the hellish messengers
lash out wantonly, tearing open wounds bit by bit. Only bloody slaughter can bring him increasing pleasure. "

With a high, full forehead and resolute eyebrows raised like an eagle spreading its wings, Wu Yu Fan's amber
eyes, brimming with bloodlust, widened slightly. He coldly snorted, "Then bring your strength to tell me!"

With that, he turned and left with the people behind him, a luxurious suit jacket draped over his
shoulders, making him appear exceptionally imposing.

Wu Cenxi leaned against the wall, watching his only remaining relative turn and disappear out the door without a second thought. His bloodshot
eyes were unfocused, a cruel glint flashing across his face. His icy voice rang out, "Am I really
your son?"

Every day was the same, the same routine. He always felt an overwhelming pressure, a sense of being drained dry
. His mood was inexplicably irritable. Life was exhausting and monotonous, but he had to keep going! What to do? He was
almost breaking point.

His unfocused eyes met the black-clad man approaching. Wu Cenxi blurted out, "What is it?"
His voice was indifferent, devoid of any emotion.

"According to the scouts, the man who fired the shot yesterday is in cahoots with that man who claims to be gay." A-Jie, who
had returned , stopped in front of Wu Cenxi and crouched down to answer.

A thought flashed through his mind. A gentle breeze stirred, rippling the surface of the water. Wu Cenxi looked directly at him. "Impossible.
That man was also shot."

"Brother Xi," A-Jie frowned, his handsome brows furrowing, and whispered disapprovingly in Wu Cenxi's ear,
"Even if you don't turn into a black sky, I'll still strike you with lightning. Brother Xi, lightning doesn't discriminate; this is a classic case of ugly people doing strange things,
a self-inflicted injury scheme!"

Chapter Sixteen: Jealous, Right?

Ward 606.

Sun Mingzhuo lay comfortably between the fat woman's legs, his head resting between them, his delicate face
rubbing against her thighs. Facing Liang Yinming on the other bed, he smiled smugly, "Jealous, aren't you?"

"Yes, yes, jealous of that woman holding you. It's pitiful that I'm all alone and can't hold you!" Liang
Yinming absentmindedly echoed his words, raising his head and glancing unintentionally at Cong Yun's warm expression, only to fall into
a pair of unfathomable black eyes.

Completely unlike her previous indifference, the woman's eyes held a determination and resolve that he could immediately discern. Liang
Yinming smiled slightly, revealing a set of white teeth. When had a woman ever been willing to do this for him?

"I need to pee!" Suddenly, Sun Mingzhuo blushed and raised her hand, her face already a tattered,
red mess.

No, no, he couldn't hold it in any longer!

Seeing his impatient state, Cong Yun quickly stood up, tiptoed, and grabbed the IV drip, carrying it
in one hand supporting him with the other.

Sun Mingzhuo couldn't hold it any longer and limped into the bathroom. The bathroom was spacious, with cream-colored
plaster walls, and unsurprisingly, it contained two toilets and a bathtub, one for male patients and one for female patients.

After Sun Mingzhuo went inside, he cautiously peeked out to check Liang Yinming's bed, making sure he hadn't
followed him before darting inside and locking the door behind him. Like a thief, he moved to the fat woman's side,
blushing, and said, "Close your eyes!"

Seeing his inconvenient appearance with an IV drip in his right hand, Cong Yun kindly asked, "Do you want me to help you?"

"Damn it, are you going to help me take off my pants or help me pee?"

Sun Mingzhuo looked at his hand with the IV drip. "I'd be grateful if you just closed your eyes!"

Cong Yun thought for a moment, worried that his movements might aggravate the wound. "Should I go call a male doctor for you?"

"Go ahead and call him, I'll hold it in, I'm not peeing!" Hearing this, Sun Mingzhuo
pouted .

"Okay, okay, I won't yell!"

Cong Yun kept her word, holding the IV bottle in both hands and nestled against Sun Mingzhuo's shoulder, her eyes tightly closed.
It looked like she was supporting him, but actually, Sun Mingzhuo was holding her tightly, his whole body leaning against her for support.

Sun Mingzhuo impatiently unbuckled his belt, his eyes fixed on the plump woman with her eyes closed beneath his arm, her rosy
cheeks flushed with an unusual blush!

He pulled her closer, resting her against his chest, and gently rubbed his face against her forehead.

Cong Yun's left ear was right next to the boy's throat, and she heard him swallow. With her eyes still
closed became curious, feeling him moving constantly, the movements a bit exaggerated, but he was probably unzipping his pants!
But the pants couldn't be that complicated; it had been unzipping for so long and it still wasn't done.

Sun Mingzhuo stood on one leg, the other straddling the bathtub, his firm, upturned buttocks resting against the railing.
A chair stood before him, with a half-toilet placed on it—a toilet for patients with mobility issues!

But this half-toilet was merely decorative to Sun Mingzhuo! As

soon as he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper, his rock-hard penis throbbed
excitedly like a python released from its cage.

Sun Mingzhuo casually took out his "treasure" and played with it, furtively watching the fat woman
's movements. Seeing that she obediently closed her eyes and remained still, he confidently pulled a corner of the fat woman's coat
around his penis, gripped his erection tightly, and began to skillfully suck and lick it,
just like he usually did when he masturbated.

"Are you done yet?" Cong Yun asked softly, her eyes closed! Listening to his voice, however, she couldn't hear the distinctive sound of
that long, thin thing!

"You think you can just pee whenever you want? Your little brother has to cooperate too!" Sun Mingzhuo replied casually, his eyes
darting around, staring at the fat woman's face, slowly drifting towards her cleavage. His hands, tightly wrapped around her shoulders
, lewdly kneaded her flesh, as if he were touching her breasts.

"Hurry up, hurry up, baby, hurry up and come out." Sun Mingzhuo almost prayed to the gods,
increasing the speed of his thrusts, like a car that had been traveling on a highway suddenly
accelerating from 60 to 100.

"...Uh...Oh..." A slight pleasure came from the tip of his penis, and Sun Mingzhuo
moaned in ecstasy with his eyes closed, his lower body involuntarily thrusting forward, the force rising wave after wave,
as if he were penetrating a woman's vagina.

Cong Yun resisted the urge to open her eyes and continued to stand obediently, stiffly shifting her hands to relieve the soreness and numbness. How
could someone take so long to relieve themselves?

"It's so much more fun to masturbate! No shame, I can hide it myself no matter what!" Sun Mingzhu was
lost in thought when he realized something was wrong. It had been too long, over twenty minutes!
Why hadn't his precious milk ejaculated yet?

Premature ejaculation is painful for men, but delayed ejaculation is even more painful!

Chapter Seventeen: I Want to Help You [h]

The grip on her shoulder tightened, hurting her a little!

"Can you be a little lighter? It hurts a bit."

For some reason, the boy trembled all over as soon as she spoke, his shoulders and arms shaking,
and a low growl could be heard.

Her clothes were trembling, and Cong Yun became even more curious. She opened her eyes
and peeked down through a slit.

A large, well-defined hand was moving up and down between her legs through the hem of her coat. Cong Yun
tilted her head back and met a beautiful, dreamy face. Her expression seemed to be a mixture of pleasure and pain, and her delicate skin was slightly
damp with sweat.

Those hazy, dreamy eyes were filled with intense lust. His beautiful eyes were so focused
on her that he didn't even realize his masturbation was being watched!

If it were an ordinary girl, she would probably be horrified and yell "pervert!" But the
person was Cong Yun. The boy's actions didn't make her feel ashamed; instead, they made her feel incredibly frustrated.

Was he insecure about her, or about himself? He'd rather handle it himself than let
her have a hand in his.

Yun hung the IV bag on the wall, gently taking his
left , and pressing it against his palm. Her other hand lightly caressed it. Meeting his eyes, which shone with intense lust,
a sudden resolve stirred within her.

"I want to help you."

The warm, wet touch of her hand made Sun Mingzhuo stiffen, startled.

Hearing the plump woman's voice, he instinctively looked down and saw their hands clasped together, as if
afraid he'd leave. A surge of emotion welled up inside him; inexplicably, Sun Mingzhuo felt a jolt,
and he froze.

Perhaps it was his soft heart, but the way the plump woman pleaded with him, clinging to his hand
, stirred a pang of pity in Sun Mingzhuo. His hands, acting on impulse, did something that even surprised him.
He first used his left hand to lift her from his embrace, then used the same hand to lift her chin, bringing her
pitiful face close to his.

Cong Yun seemed startled, remaining motionless.
Her not-so-clear eyes gazed at him with a hint of shyness, while the boy looked at her as if she were a naive, innocent girl, making her feel
flattered .

Under the boy's intense gaze, her face flushed even more, her eyes closed, but her lips parted
slightly and turned upwards.

At that moment, Sun Mingzhuo lost his mind, lowering his head to kiss those alluring
cherry lips . A sweet fragrance filled his mouth, and Sun Mingzhuo was even more intoxicated. One hand, with an IV drip attached,
hung idly in the air, while the other hand tightly embraced her waist and hips, pressing the plump woman's voluptuous body tightly against
his lower body, comforting his little brother.

Cong Yun's body suddenly became proactive, her hands tightly encircling the boy's neck,
and her sweet, soft tongue eagerly entered his mouth.

Sun Mingzhuo's tongue, not to be outdone, slipped into her mouth as well. His tongue entwined with hers, sucking and teasing,
greedily plundering the saliva and every breath from the plump woman's mouth.

Sun Mingzhuo felt every cell in his body become excited. One hand, through her clothes, roughly kneaded
her full buttocks, then slowly inserted itself between their bodies, grasping and
kneading .

"Mmm... hum..." The two kissed passionately, their breaths heavy, their faces flushed, making it impossible to tell
whose moan was which.

Sun Mingzhuo's hand slipped inside her bra, groping and grasping the plump woman's full, jade-like breasts in his hand.
The full, smooth feel aroused endless longing, and also stirred up many fantasies and erotic thoughts.

Cong Yun's body trembled slightly, and the temperature of her skin continued to rise, clearly showing
her inner excitement and unease.

Unconsciously, Sun Mingzhuo increased the pressure of his hands, kneading the fat woman's full, smooth
breasts like dough. Her breasts, comparable to two hot steamed buns, were
a source of irresistible pleasure for him, and the nipples trembled and gradually swelled.

His restless hands began to slide rapidly down the fat woman's chest and abdomen, his fingers parting
the edge of her panties and slipping inside, covering her pubic area.

"No…no…" Cong Yun suddenly trembled violently, then pushed away the boy
's hand.

"Damn it! Who said they'd help me?" Anyone caught up in the moment would feel frustrated if suddenly pushed away,
let alone the domineering Sun Mingzhuo.

"You're injured now, let me do it?"

Cong Yun held the boy by the neck with one hand, while the other hand stroked down his broad chest and abdomen, then slipped inside the gap of his
white shirt, moving back and forth, before reaching down and grabbing the boy's already erect
penis.

"Ugh..." The moment his little brother was grasped, Sun Mingzhuo's brain completely went blank, forgetting all about how
he been angrily confronting her about whether or not he would help.

Cong Yun didn't continue, but instead led him over, then squatted down on the edge of the bathtub,
taking off all her clothes. "Let me help you."

This was the first time he had "openly" looked at the fat woman's naked body, and Sun Mingzhuo's heart
was .

What he couldn't stand the most was the fat woman's panties, which were so small they were practically shrunk in the middle,
revealing a cleavage, and a few black pubic hairs peeking out from the edge of the panties, making his blood boil.

A pair of peach blossom eyes stared lustfully at her naked body, looking up and down...

Her two dark, round eyes frantically looked down and up again, almost as if they
were sticking a knife into her head and carving the words "Sun Mingzhuo is a little pervert" on the blade!

Chapter 18 I Want to Help You 2 [h]

Sun Mingzhuo was talking nonsense, saying some indistinct words—completely a slave to lust—she
could hear some irregular sentences in these words—"Take off more"—"I want"—Cong Yun followed his
instructions and took off her underwear as well. Just as she was about to lean over and help him with her mouth, Sun Mingzhuo couldn't wait to squat
down and lower his head, burying his face in the fat woman's snow-white breasts, sucking hard on her trembling, tender red buds.

"Let me taste your breasts first," Sun Mingzhu mumbled dazedly, one large hand already grabbing the fat
woman's large breasts and kneading them forcefully, squeezing the two adjacent peaks together, his mouth also
nibbling wildly at the peaks.

No matter how hard Sun Mingzhu's cherry-like mouth tried, he couldn't take the entire fat woman's breasts into his mouth, and finally, his
eyes reddened, he desperately tried to take in as much as he could, like eating jelly.

Her breasts weren't the most beautiful he had ever seen, but they were a pair of breasts exclusively for him,
not , but definitely from now on!

The fat woman's two nipples, like cherries, shimmered with a pale grape color, now erect on her round breasts
, the areolas small, only the size of a five-cent coin, with a rosy sheen.

Sun Mingzhu revealed his white teeth and began to greedily bite the fat woman's mung bean-sized
nipples, his tongue constantly circling her small buds and coin-sized areolas.

Sun Mingzhuo clearly felt that every time he suckled her nipple, the fat woman would tremble, so he desperately...
He teased her nipples with that hand.

After a flurry of licking, Sun Mingzhuo was already panting heavily. He moved the hand that had been kneading the fat woman's breasts to
her vulva. He wasn't satisfied!

Sun Mingzhuo extended his middle and index fingers, pressing them against the fat woman's left labia, rotating them to the right,
then to the left, until his fingers became wet. He slightly bent them and inserted them into her vagina, slowly pushing
the entire finger inside, his nails digging into her smooth, tender flesh.

"Ah...ah..." Cong Yun lowered her voice and panted, watching the finger moving in and out of her wet vagina
. "Ah...you...your...fingers are so...so long...ah...touching my...
clitoris...ah..."

Actually, she was more curious about how the boy had suddenly become so skilled. She clearly remembered that last time he was just
haphazardly fiddling around with a studious look on his face.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Sun Mingzhuo smiled gleefully, like a good
child who .

Finally, that deadbeat had done something to his liking. He'd have to reward him properly later, squeeze as much stuff out of
him , and then send him flying.

The boy's fingers were thrusting wildly inside her vagina, making the hairs on Cong Yun's body stand on end. She could only
try to relieve the intense pleasure rapidly building in her lower abdomen with desperate moans, "I'm going to cum... I'm going to cum..."
Cong Yun's toes clenched tightly, and at the same time, a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out of her vagina, the urine-like liquid flowing down
the boy's hand onto the ground.

Is this what a woman's orgasm is like? Sun Mingzhuo watched the fat woman's body convulse with such stimulation, his groin throbbing even more
intensely. Overcome with lust, he lifted the fat woman's two thick, white legs, wanting to get a closer look.

Unfortunately, a woman's orgasm only lasts for a short while, and it was already over in the time it took for Sun Mingzhuo to react so dramatically.

However, even this was enough to get Sun Mingzhu's blood pumping. The fat woman's genitals were so openly displayed
before him. Her labia majora were plump, her pubic hair thick, and the post-orgasmic fluid made her genitals
glisten . Parting her dark red labia minora, the wet depths of her vagina were clearly visible.

Sun Mingzhu suddenly stood up straight, his penis accidentally brushing against Cong Yun's face. His 25-centimeter-long
member stood erect, high in the air, the purplish-red glans still slightly
throbbing . Sun Mingzhu glanced discreetly at the fat woman's vulva, elegantly averting his gaze, then
calmly moved back to his own penis, letting his heart surge with turmoil.

The implication was clear: my hints are obvious enough; you'd better figure it out yourself!

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