[Unavoidable Circumstances] (Chapters 17-20) Author: Ananda in Tears

Author: Ananda in Tears
Word Count: 13157

Chapter Seventeen: The Pleasure of Whipping

The woman swallowed his saliva with muffled "uh-uh," her nostrils flaring as she breathed hot air
onto his cheeks, growing increasingly rapid until she felt like she was about to suffocate. He finally released her mouth, letting
her gasp for fresh air, while he
traced circles around her heaving navel with the edge of the belt, scraping her delicate skin. She trembled,
gripping , holding her breath as she felt the sensation.

After circling her navel a few times, the belt slid up her neat ribcage, down to between her two
swaying breasts, brushing against one nipple. She cried out "Ouch!"
as a tingling, electric sensation coursed through her body from her nipple, causing her to involuntarily spasm.

"Don't scream, be quiet!" Le Yang commanded hoarsely, raising his hand and lashing down with the belt, striking
her nipples accurately. The woman shut her mouth, violently shaking her head and twisting her body, her teeth grinding together
.

Watching the woman's silent struggle, Le Yang felt a surge of unprecedented excitement and luxury
. He lashed her a few more times quickly, her large breasts trembling, the dark brown nipples
slowly swelling, her breasts bulging amidst the crisscrossing red welts. The woman closed her eyes and groaned loudly
, her hands helplessly twisting inside her stockings, straightening her back to resist the unbearable pain. With each
lash , her whole body shuddered violently, either to welcome the pleasure brought by the pain or to
process the various sensations rushing through her body.

"Alright! Alright! Master," she finally whimpered, "This bitch can't take it anymore, please,
can you change the spot?"

"Shut up!" he roared, "Master is in the middle of a beating, how can you stop just because you say so?" The belt
continued to rain down on her nipples, hitting the same spot, but he subtly reduced the force.

"Ah...ah...please..." the woman moaned hysterically, enduring the merciless whipping, her voice
trembling.

Seeing tears streaming from her eyes, he finally stopped. The whip left vivid red welts on her white, fleshy
mounds . Leyang crawled around to her back. He reached out and pressed on her
tense waist, and she obediently relaxed, lowering her waist and crawling, her buttocks naturally sticking up.
He looked at the wet, mushy mass between her legs, swallowed hard, and used the belt to measure
the area at the base of her thighs. He then lashed out with the whip, striking the blossoming flower between her thighs. The woman recoiled, letting
out a muffled groan. Her wet, clenched vulva tensed, squeezing out a glistening
drop of fluid that trickled down onto the sheets.

"Does it hurt here?" he whispered, knowing the skin there was delicate and afraid she couldn't bear it.

"Much better, it doesn't hurt anymore!" she whispered back. Compared to the lashes on her nipples, this was merely
a tickle . "Master, you did a wonderful job, you made me feel so ticklish! I want more…" she said sweetly, her voice completely
back to normal, as if she hadn't been the one crying just moments before.

The belt rose and fell again, the soft leather whip striking the woman's delicate labia accurately
, once, twice, three times… Her whole body convulsed, she cried out loudly,
every nerve ending taut, twisting her hips to dodge, then involuntarily spreading her legs to meet it. The swelling in
her breasts hadn't subsided when waves of pleasure washed over her, the alternating pain and pleasure
overwhelming her, making her unable to stop.

As Leyang whipped her, he watched the woman with great interest—the soft, swollen mounds of flesh at the base of her thighs gradually
swelled, blooming red like a flower, the cluster
of lovely pink buds in the cleft trembling and wriggling, like a spring, constantly
overflowing , wetting the belt.

His penis was rock hard, and he threw off his belt, rolled off the bed
, and stood barefoot on the cold floor. He reached out and grabbed the woman's buttocks—she was still sticking her backside out, waiting for the belt to come down.

Before she could react, he roughly dragged her over, pulling her two pale legs to
the edge of the bed. He unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down the zipper. As he pulled her underwear and pants down to her thighs
, the woman was still immersed in the afterglow of pain and pleasure, moaning incessantly.

While she was still writhing, Leyang had already firmly pressed down on her thighs, spreading them wide
apart. With his thick, erect member, he thrust his hips towards her ravaged, mud-like vagina—"plop!"—
and shoved it in. The feeling of fullness made her cry out in pain, biting
her lower lip tightly. The man's penis, like a scorching iron rod, mercilessly filled the space between her thighs. Her vagina contracted
painfully , gripping his penis tightly as it writhed—all the pain and tears were compensated;
the agony of the whipping instantly transformed into a fulfilling pleasure.

Leyang watched as the woman's legs spread wide, her hips shifting to press her vagina tightly against his,
swallowing his enormous penis completely. A fire ignited within him—it was time for a real fight.
He pulled the woman's soft waist, helping her sit up on the edge of the bed, his penis remaining inside her warm, wet vagina.
The woman's tear-streaked, disheveled face looked exceptionally alluring at that moment. She was incredibly weak, like a
noodle, letting the man place her gloves around her neck, her hands, bound by stockings,
dangling like a lifebuoy around his neck. Her two full breasts pressed against his warm, firm chest,
finding the most tangible comfort.

"Wrap your legs around my waist..." he said, lifting the woman from the bed by her buttocks. The woman obediently
rested her head on his chest, her soft legs encircling his waist, crossing and locking behind him
, tightly clasped against his firm buttocks.

Leyang spread his legs slightly, assuming a horse stance, and pulled the woman, like a dough ball, tightly between his legs,
stretching her opening wide before penetrating her again.

"Ah..." the woman cried out, her elbows gripping his shoulders tightly as she tried to prop herself up to
ease the throbbing pain in her vagina. "Oh my god... I can't take it, it's so deep..." she murmured in the man's ear.
She remained stiff, her elbows draped over Leyang's shoulders, her hips raised, only the head of his penis
inside her labia. The man frantically thrust his hips, poking and probing wildly from below, but he couldn't achieve his goal, couldn't
penetrate fully.

This situation didn't last long; the woman's arms finally gave way, sliding limply off
his shoulders , her hips drooping limply. The man growled and began
to thrust in and out, his hips jiggling. The woman began to toss her hair against the man's chest, moaning softly.

"No...no...no!" she cried, her hands, if not bound, would have pounded
his chest with a resounding "thump, thump." The thick tree stump struck her flesh heavily inside,
with muffled "thump, thump," a burning, dull ache mixed with endless itching and numbness,
unbearable yet irresistible.

At this moment, Leyang had no time to spare for tenderness. After so much pent-up frustration, the
beast had fully awakened. He roared and panted, thrusting again and again, listening to the woman's
frantic screams against his chest, letting her bite his shoulder. Compared to the overwhelming desire, the sweet
pain was negligible.

The woman's moans gradually became incoherent, turning into sweet yet painful whimpers. All the energy
began gather in her lower abdomen, warming up there, about to swirl into a whirlwind... "Hey, hey, it's
coming, it's coming..." he roared hoarsely, the sweat on his chest
slick , even his palms and thighs were sweating, he could barely hold onto the woman's sweaty body
.

The woman's body was limp, letting the man toss her about relentlessly. She didn't need to do anything extra; all she
needed to do was spread her hips as wide as possible, completely accepting him, enduring his thrusts, and waiting for
that breathtaking climax. Immersed in a sweet yet tense pleasure, the moment she heard his call, she
knew she had no choice but to release herself immediately, to let herself fly with him. She rallied
, tightly embracing the man's head, which felt like it had been washed, squeezing her thighs together,
gripping , her moans growing louder—she bounced up and down between his legs, the "
squelch" sounds echoing between them, a lascivious yet stimulating sound that reverberated in the room. Soon, Yang's body stiffened, his thighs trembled a few times, and then, with a "crackling" sound , he exploded

inside the woman's body ; he had used up all his strength.
Just as he was catching his breath and about to place the woman on the bed, he
suddenly felt a movement inside her vagina. She cried out and followed suit, her arms tightly wrapped around his body,
her legs coiling around his waist like a snake, drawing ever closer. He stumbled, burying his face in the bed, and the woman
cried out in pain before releasing her grip. As his penis withdrew, the opening of her vagina continued to
twitch, a thick, milky-white fluid gurgling from its half-open opening, flowing down
her genitals and soaking a large patch of the sheets.

Le Yang was utterly exhausted and incredibly sleepy. He hadn't even had time to untie her stockings before collapsing onto the bed, panting
for a while before calming down—this position was too tiring, thankfully not too heavy. Years ago, he loved using
this position with Winnie, but after their marriage, Winnie seemed to have grown taller and gained weight, making
this a less frequent occurrence. Chapter Eighteen: The Experience Was Too Bizarre

"Does it still hurt?" After Le Yang's breathing calmed down,
he noticed . They were turning into patches of blue and purple. He
said tenderly.

"Mmm! Mmm!" The woman nodded. "I didn't feel any pain when we were playing, but now it's
burning ."

"It's all my fault. I just got carried away and couldn't control myself, so I hit her so hard!" Le Yang
said guiltily. He carried the woman to the pillow and lay down next to her. "Come on! Let me rub it for you!" He reached under
the covers and placed his hand on her breast.

"Ouch!" She cried out in pain as soon as his hand touched her breast. "Don't touch it! It hurts so much!" She
quickly removed his hand, her brows furrowing tightly.

"If we had known it would hurt this much, we wouldn't have done it!" Le Yang
said anxiously, seeing that the woman was really in pain.

"It's alright, it won't hurt by tomorrow morning. Besides," she smiled slightly, "I told you I'd give you
something even better, didn't you forget?"

"Oh... how could I forget? This is so nice, I've never been this excited before, you know,"
Le Yang recalled the amazing and exciting scene just now, his heart still pounding with excitement, "I've never tried doing this before,
thank you..." He didn't know what to say next.

"You did a great job, like a pro, really!" Yang Yanqin turned her head on the pillow, blinking
her beautiful big eyes at him, "You excite me, this feeling is indescribable,
it's like... like going back to the past!" she said carefully.

"The past? How did you fall in love with this, I mean, when did it start?" Le Yang asked curiously,
propping his head up on his elbow and looking at her with interest, a smile on his face.

"Ha, this is a long story, too much to tell in a few words!" Her eyes drooped, lost
in . "Leyang, if you want to know, I can take some time to tell you about Fangfei's father. It's a bit long,
I'm afraid you won't have the patience to listen..." She looked up and said.

"Of course I want to hear it. I'm very interested in your story, but if you don't think that's appropriate,
we can talk about something else." Leyang knew that uncovering someone's past could be cruel, and what you
might see were just bloody scars.

"Okay!" The woman cheered, but it was clear that this cheerful expression was deliberately
put on to please him. "Anyway, I really want to tell you, but I'm worried you won't like it—sometimes, people
don't like to hear other people's stories."

"How could that be? I'll listen to anything you say!" Leyang said somewhat awkwardly. Now he had no choice but to listen
; it felt a little forced.

Yang Yanqin took a pillow, placed it on top of the original pillow, put her head on it, and turned to face Leyang.
It seemed more comfortable that way. She began to speak, her tone slow and methodical, her words so
precise that Le Yang suspected she wasn't telling this story for the first time—she spoke like a seasoned actress.

"Well, two years ago when I met Ahua, he was a sophomore in college, surnamed Wu. Like I said, I was a waiter at a hotel
then . He's probably working now, or maybe
he's in graduate school, whatever! I don't know what he's doing, where he is, I don't want to know anymore, I don't care anymore
, I fucking don't care at all, I'd rather he were dead!" Yang Yanqin became more and more agitated, finally speaking
fiercely until she was breathless and had to stop to rest. When she spoke again,
her tone had softened: "At first we had a wonderful time, we
made love whenever we had free time, trying different things, he was really skilled, many of them were things you wouldn't even imagine… That's when I
fell in love with it, it hurt a lot at first, but since then, ordinary sex rarely makes me orgasm—"
"You're an exception. Happy times are always fleeting. One day I told him I was pregnant, and he froze,
just like that. Actually, I never really thought about marrying him. I knew his future was bright,
his school was prestigious, and there were girls prettier than me waiting for him—I knew all of that.
But when he asked me to have an abortion, I realized how much I couldn't bear to give it up. Faced with his indifference, I
resolutely said no. I told him: I want this child, I want to give birth to this child! That 's all I
thought at the time. This bastard actually said: 'Okay, okay,' he said, 'Then it's up to you. Raise it however you want
, I can't afford it.' I had no choice but to go to the dean of their college."

"You really went?" Le Yang admired her courage and asked her with wide eyes.

"Yeah, I couldn't find his parents, and I couldn't find him either. Someone had to step in," she said.
"Someone had to come forward and say something, right? Make that son of a bitch understand his responsibility.
So I went there. That was an unforgettable day for me, one I'll never forget. The dean was very serious, his
name was something like Ma Nan, a ridiculously girlish name. I told him everything, and he
just sat behind his desk without saying a word, looking at me through his glasses, occasionally adjusting his glasses,
without any expression. After a long time, he stammered like a leader: "Hello, miss, I
think you've come to the wrong place. But since you're here, I can give you some advice. I personally think that if you
make a mistake, you have to pay the price for it... That's what that son of a bitch said."

"Yeah, yeah!" Le Yang was completely absorbed in the story and deeply agreed with the dean's words. He
didn't even understand the enemy-friend dynamic and just kept rambling on. "Yes, that's so true. If you make a mistake, you
definitely have to..." Before he could finish his sentence, she started sobbing. She sat up in bed,
curled up her legs, buried her disheveled head between her knees, and began to sob, her shoulders shaking. Le Yang
was at a loss. He reached out to touch her, but she cried even harder, falling back onto the bed with her back to him, crying loudly and
sadly .

"Hey, don't cry. What I meant was," Le Yang knew he had to say something,
so he said , "Okay, what I meant was that bastard, Wu Hua, he should be responsible for this, not
you alone. Oh! No, it wasn't your fault at all." He grabbed her shoulders and tried to turn her
body around. He did it easily, pulling her into his arms and
pressing her against his chest, gently patting her back to comfort her until she stopped crying.

"Any more beer? I'll go get some!" he asked her. She had calmed down by now, but after crying
like that, Le Yang couldn't sleep anymore, and neither could she.

"Yeah, there are three bottles left. Go get two, I want some too." Yang Yanqin's voice was a little hoarse,
easily mistaken for a seductive, magnetic voice.

The light from the distant high-rise buildings shone in, casting shadowy shadows on the dark corridor. Le Yang, shirtless,
wearing only shorts and women's slippers, waded through the dim light, as if walking in waist-deep
water tentatively making his way to the other end of the corridor. The room next to hers was Shui'er's room, and the room next to the large
living room was Xiu Jie's family's room. Both rooms were closed, and there wasn't a sound from inside. Shui'er probably
hadn't returned yet—who knew which street corner she was still waiting for customers to come and chat with? Xiu Jie's family was probably already
asleep.

When he reached the living room door, he thought he should revise his guess, because it was obvious that the living room
door was wide open. Judging from the halo of light shining through the stained glass door of the bathroom, someone was either
using the toilet or taking a shower. Could it be that Shui'er was lucky and had returned after completing one or two deals? he
wondered.

Le Yang tiptoed into the living room, hunching over and carefully tiptoeing, preparing to cross the living room towards
the kitchen like a thief! However, he only wanted to grab the beer and leave, not disturb anyone,
because it was a bit chilly at night, and the skin on his arms felt rough, covered in small bumps. So he
transformed into a cat, incredibly agile. He silently opened the freezer door, rummaged around inside for a while, and finally found the damned beer. Holding a bottle in one hand, he returned the way he came in
the same cat-like manner . As he passed the restroom, a strange sound came from inside—a "crackling" sound, somewhat like a cat licking paste! Or perhaps… His heart skipped a beat. The crackling sound was mixed with other sounds: heavy breathing and a woman's moans. Could it be that Shui'er was back? And with a client, and they were already having sex in the restroom? But that didn't make sense! Even if she was in a hurry, there was no need to be in such a rush, right? After all, Shui'er's room was empty… Le Yang stopped, rooted to the spot. He felt that if he went back like this, he would definitely regret it. Before she left, he had boldly grabbed her buttocks; they were so tender they seemed to drip with moisture . If one of the four girls around that lamppost last night had been He Shui'er, he was almost certain he would have chosen her. Perhaps out of a strange sense of compensation, or perhaps out of curiosity, he stood there, turning his head…

He peered through the gleaming glass door of the bathroom, searching for any cracks or holes to peek through—
the sounds from inside were growing clearer, reaching a point of no return! Although he found no gaps or holes, he
still tried, clinging to a sliver of hope, his heart pounding with trepidation, and involuntarily, step by step, he approached,
as if the cacophony of sounds held a magical, summoning power. Chapter Nineteen: Passionate Love in the Bathroom

"Didn't you say you wanted me this morning?" She closed her eyes, murmuring as if in a dream, pressing against Leyang
's body, tiptoeing, stretching her smooth neck, and slightly parting her petal-like lips,
waiting … He didn't speak, but simply ran his hands through the hair at the back of her head, holding her head, and lowered
his head to passionately capture her delicate lips, letting passion surge between their teeth, letting desire entwine on their tongues.

"How about we go back to bed?" he asked softly, lowering his head.

"No, right here," she said firmly. "No one will come back. And even
if they do , the child isn't sleeping soundly and could easily be woken up." She quickly explained.

"How about this, we close the door and shower together, like Sister Xiu and the others... Let's start now."
Le Yang had never tried a bathroom before, and he wanted to experience the
novel feeling of being in such a new environment. Even if Shui'er and the others came back, it would be easy to find an excuse—they were just taking a shower—
although that excuse wasn't very convincing.

"Hmm..." Yang Yanqin nodded and answered softly. He let go of one hand, stepped out with one leg
to the doorknob, slammed the door shut and locked it, bent down and scooped up her soft body, "Heave-ho!" and hoisted
her onto his shoulder, only putting her down under the showerhead.

Le Yang began to take off his clothes, quickly, but he still found it tedious.
He rolled all his clothes into a ball and tossed them far away onto the floor near the door—where the floor was dry and
water droplets wouldn't splash so far.

The woman stole glances at his naked body, looking at his firm muscles,
a faint blush rising on her cheeks. "Come here," he pulled the woman closer, bending down to grab her
ankle. The woman obediently lifted her foot so he could take off her cloth shoes. "I like
how you look in stockings, so sexy!" he muttered as he stood up. "Your legs are beautiful!" Perhaps due to the rush of blood to his head from bending
over , Yang Yanqin noticed his eyes were terribly red and bloodshot.

"Then don't take them off. If you like, I'll wash them like this..." the woman said, biting her lip and swaying
her upper body shyly, like a bashful young girl. Le Yang paused for a moment, then said, "
It's not too late to take them off later."

Le Yang reached for the showerhead, but she became anxious. "I said stockings, you still need to take off the skirt,
otherwise how are you going to wash it? Idiot!"

His outstretched hand trembled, and he quickly turned and grabbed the hem of the woman's skirt. As he pulled it up
, Le Yang's eyes widened like saucers. "You...you're not wearing underwear!" A surge of heat rushed to
his head . He saw that the woman's stockings were open-crotch, and her full mounds
appeared exceptionally white and prominent against the black of the stockings. A thin layer of short hair had grown on them, and
in a small patch, he could vaguely see red marks.

"You don't know, I've been waiting for you. Not wearing any, it's more convenient this way!" the woman said earnestly with a smile
, her face turning even redder. Le Yang had only mentioned it casually last night, and had completely forgotten about it when he woke up this morning
.

As Leyang continued to lift the woman's short skirt, her two large, white breasts bounced,
revealing crisscrossing purple and blue welts from the whip. "Does it still hurt?" he asked, touching them tenderly with his fingertips.

"It's okay, just a little sore and swollen, but it doesn't hurt anymore, it's nothing," she said, shrinking back and
shaking her head .

He turned on the shower, the water heater whirring, and cold water poured down from the showerhead
, making him shiver and cry out. The woman, watching his embarrassment, hugged
her chest and giggled, laughing so hard she bent over and squatted on the ground.

Leyang frantically adjusted the showerhead amidst the steam, finally managing to get the water warm. He ran his hands through
his face, wiping his wet hair back, and slowly turned around, glaring at the woman with a mixture of embarrassment and anger.

The woman was startled by his fierce gaze and tried to run away, but Le Yang quickly grabbed
her hand. She stumbled and bumped into his arms, both of them bathing in the warm mist. He held
her face tightly, his fingers running through her hair. He kissed her eyes, forehead, lips…
everywhere on her beautiful face he could reach. In the hazy water, they
were quickly soaked to the bone.

“I want to do you now…uh…I want to do you!” Le Yang gasped, as if he had just surfaced underwater,
blowing away the water from his mouth. Suddenly, he swept her up in his arms—as if he were a weightlifter—and spun her
around, pressing her slippery body against the cold wall.

The woman instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her back against the cool tiles, her chest against his hot chest—
this contrast of hot and cold made her cry out in a daze. The man, like an elusive fish, sank heavily downwards,
his head sliding down to her lower abdomen, then between her legs—aside from the symbolic stockings, her lower body
was practically defenseless.

Leyang knelt on the water-splashed floor, grasped the woman's trembling buttocks, pressed her lower abdomen
against the wall with his head, and easily spread her legs by placing his hands between her tightly pressed knees.
Then he plunged his head between her thighs, first lightly kissing the base of her thighs, then letting his tongue roam freely
around . The woman began to tremble involuntarily, anxiously grabbing his hair and pressing it between her legs
; she needed him, she needed his passionate tongue.

Leyang finally extended his rough tongue far enough to reach into the wet crevice. The woman
began to groan loudly, her hands gripping his hair tightly, pressing and pulling frantically, involuntarily tossing
her wet hair back and forth, like a shaman who had sensed the will of the gods,
trembling and whimpering as she began her attack.

"...Oh...oh..." The woman couldn't resist the deadly stimulation and began to cry out. Le Yang
's tongue sometimes darted in like a nimble little snake, sometimes brushed against the soft, slippery
labia like a small brush, and sometimes dotted the protruding clitoris like a paintbrush. It was so powerful, so fiery. His tongue licked the entire cavern in
circles , tirelessly, filling his mouth with sticky, slippery fluid,
making the woman tremble all over and moan intermittently... The coarse, short pubic hair on her mons pubis
rubbed , rough and itchy.

Le Yang could feel the woman convulsing. He knew that if he continued licking like this, this sensitive
woman was probably not far from orgasm, so he suddenly released her.

"Oh...no!" the woman cried out in despair, her hands groping haphazardly through the mist, trying to grab the hastily withdrawn, furry head
again , trying to press it back into her itchy crotch.

His tongue satisfied, Le Yang didn't want his penis to suffer alone. It was already like a
powerful little cannon, eagerly ready for battle.

Le Yang cupped the woman's disheveled face in his hands, pinning it against the wall, then kissed her forcefully, filling her warm, fragrant mouth with
his tongue , letting her taste herself. The woman, her tongue tasting salty and fishy, greedily
sucked on the lubricating fluid, swallowing it with a "glug."

He abruptly pulled his head back, and the woman gasped for breath—if she didn't breathe fresh air soon, she would
suffocate. Le Yang turned her body around, quickly pinning her against the wall.

"Lift your ass up!" Le Yang commanded in a rough, hoarse voice, panting like a bull.

The woman obediently spread her legs apart, raising her full buttocks. Drops of moisture
slid down her smooth back, rolling down her firm buttocks, her vulva dripping wetly, wide open.

Just as she stood still, Leyang, supporting her buttocks, thrust his long, erect penis in with a low growl, quickly
and violently ramming into her. With a "plop," the woman cried out as his penis disappeared into her body,
leaving no trace.

Leyang began to thrust wildly, and the woman began to moan, leaning against the wall. He pulled on her hips, slamming them against his crotch with a "
thud " a "thud." At first, Leyang could control the frequency of his thrusts, the "
thud" sounds cheerful and rhythmic. As the woman's vagina became increasingly slippery and warm, his glans became
increasingly itchy, the itch making his nerves tremble, and he gradually lost control.

The woman's cries grew louder, her hips thrusting faster and faster. Leyang's will had collapsed. He
began to thrust harder and faster, his juices splashing everywhere. The woman
screamed, "...Ah...ahhh!" and whimpered, throwing her head back and forth, her hips heaving as she repeatedly met his. She reveled in
the man 's penis.

The thrusting had reached a state of ecstasy. Each impact, each squeeze, made their bodies feel
light, leaving only the burning heat between their legs, as if it wanted to incinerate them,
to destroy them on earth.

The woman finally lost control of her blaze. She could no longer endure it. She let out a heart-wrenching
howl, trembling as she reached her climax, like a perfectly intact piece of glass shattering into pieces on the ground.
Leyang followed with a low growl, straddling the woman's back, tightly embracing her waist and hips, his hips trembling
as he ejaculated with great pleasure.

The two exhausted fish lay side by side on the floor under the showerhead, panting heavily, letting the warm water
wash over them. The bathroom was filled with a hazy mist, warm and unreal. Chapter Twenty: Unforgettable After Parting. After

showering, the two embraced for a long time on the living room sofa, saying
things that would make them smile foolishly when they thought about them later, until Xiao Fangfei's crying separated them. After playing with the child for a while, seeing that it was almost
midnight and his stomach was empty and he was terribly hungry, Le Yang had to reluctantly express his intention to leave again
—although he didn't want to leave, it was too late to go back on his word.

Yang Yanqin carried the child and saw him downstairs, all the way to the entrance of the community, where they planned to
say goodbye. But unfortunately, they ran into Sister Xiu and her three children, as well as Shui'er, there.
The little girl named Lulu was overjoyed to see Le Yang and ran over like a little bird to hug his legs.
When Lulu heard that Uncle was going home, she clung tightly to Le Yang's leg and started to whine, not wanting
him to leave. Shui'er also joined in, grabbing his hand and urging him to stay a few more days, calling him
"such an interesting man." Shui'er's animated expression, flirtatious and suggestive, made Le Yang very uncomfortable. Even after Xiu
Jie calmed the child down, Shui'er still wouldn't let go of Le Yang's hand. Yang Yanqin finally couldn't stand it anymore, glaring angrily at
Shui'er and pulling him away quickly. Only then did Le Yang escape Shui'er's overly enthusiastic entreaties—although
he enjoyed this treatment and was happy to flirt with her, he didn't dare to be too presumptuous in front of Yang Yanqin.
Perhaps , even deep down, he had tacitly accepted this intimate relationship. Yang Yanqin insisted on accompanying him to the bus
stop, and he agreed.

"I think Shui'er is interested in you," Yang Yanqin said suddenly on the way to the bus stop, her expression
still .

"What nonsense! That's impossible, I'm just a…" He wanted to say "client,"
but seeing so many people waiting at the bus stop, he swallowed the words back.

"Just you wait and see. I'm a woman, do you think I can't even tell?" the woman said confidently,
her tone a mixture of anger and resentment.

After boarding the bus, he saw her standing in front of the bus stop sign, waving her free hand
goodbye, occasionally wiping her eyes. For some reason, his eyes also
felt moist—he didn't understand why he was leaving. He
was practically homeless, maybe just because she was a prostitute, or something else entirely. He
couldn't say for sure—from before he fell asleep last night, he had inexplicably and firmly believed he had to leave. It
was truly perplexing, inexplicable.

After getting off the bus, Leyang didn't go straight back to his aunt's empty house; he was afraid of that
loneliness. So he lingered for a long time at a street corner not far from the house, finally choosing a restaurant. He went
in , ordered a large bowl of meat soup, sat in a corner, and slowly ate for almost two hours before coming out.
He just wished time would pass faster, much faster.

The streets were bathed in the luxurious summer sunlight, dazzlingly bright, but Leyang was utterly bored.
Dragging his lifeless body, like a snail carrying a heavy shell,
he wandered aimlessly through the streets and alleys. He could even hear the faint cries of his frail soul within him. The rushing traffic and bustling
crowds held no interest for him; this liveliness and prosperity were irrelevant to him. He was utterly alone.
Leyang's last destination was the park. There, he found a secluded spot and
stayed in the cool shade of a tree until the sky was filled with vibrant, colorful sunsets. Only then did he rise and slowly drag his heavy legs back home.

Back in the eerily quiet house, Leyang didn't even bother to turn on the television. He lay
motionless , staring blankly at the ceiling. At that moment, he realized that during
the , he had thought about her every single second, he couldn't help but think about her, he had
just been deliberately avoiding his true feelings. Life is like an unexpected movie: Winnie left just like that,
Panpan left just like that, the phone was unreachable, and they would probably never hear from her again, but he never expected that
such a woman would appear in his life—she was a prostitute, and also a young and beautiful mother
—Le Yang was almost certain that she had fallen in love with him, who had almost nothing.

As for Le Yang himself, he was afraid of this love, he hid his heart deep inside, perhaps he
was afraid of losing her again, he was afraid of this capricious joke. So when Yang Yanqin lay in his arms,
whispering "I love you" to him, he controlled himself well and did not reciprocate with the same passion. At first it was just a
simple transaction of money and sex, he only wanted her body—that was it, but then he discovered something in her body that
thrilled him, making him sink into the quagmire of lust from which he could not extricate himself. After the woman willingly
offered herself to him, completely surrendering her body, his confidence surged unusually
, a lingering, illusory feeling still deep within him. He even began to see himself as a lucky man, a
lonely explorer of the soul.

Reflecting on his feelings for Yang Yanqin, besides passion, he discovered something else—
sympathy. Her stories of her own experiences deeply stirred his compassion. He could see Yang Yanqin
smiling foolishly like a girl in her first love, a smile so innocent and naive, and he saw her sobs
and tears, even the loose, cheap underwear she wore…all of this evoked his sympathy. However,
he didn't really believe her story about Xiao Fangfei's father—"Wu Hua"—but he
didn't care too much; treating it as a well-intentioned deception wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Sooner or later, he would find a suitable
opportunity to tell her how clumsy her story was, in a clever and gentle way.

Before he fell asleep, he finally found the reason for his inexplicable departure: perhaps he felt it
all happened too fast, unbelievably fast. Although he would eventually have to tell her "I love you too"
in person, not now. He had to wait, wait for the wounds Winnie had left him to heal; he had to see
if he and Yang Yanqin were truly suited to be together—not just for sex, but for life. It was still
summer , and time suddenly seemed plentiful and long to him; there was no need to rush to tell her.

Around three in the morning, Leyang was woken by the phone. Who would call so late
? He wondered to himself. He didn't particularly dislike the call, even if it was at an inopportune time—he desperately needed
someone to call him. The thought that it might be Yang Yanqin calling magically and quickly
cleared , and he accurately grabbed the phone—he used to always take a long time to find it.

"Hi, Leyang?" A cheerful female voice, neither Yang Yanqin's nor Winnie's, sounded younger than them from
the childlike and pleasant tone.

"Um...it's me. I can't remember your name right now, I'm so sorry!" he said, frantically
searching his mind for a name that matched the voice. He knew very few women in Shanghai, you could count them on one
hand .

"Uh, you really are..." The voice on the other end of the phone sounded a little annoyed, but quickly returned to its
cheerful tone. "It's me, Shui'er!"

"Hey, I knew it! But how...how did you get my number?" He couldn't remember
ever giving her his phone number, even though he had considered doing so.

"...Well..." Shui'er hesitated for a moment, then quickly replied, "Of course, I got
it from Sister Yanqin!" she said.

"Oh, is that so?" he said. This reason wasn't very good; Yang Yanqin would never give
her her number, something Le Yang knew all too well—it was easy to tell from Yang Yanqin's annoyed expression when they parted at the entrance of the residential area.
However, Le Yang still didn't intend to expose Shui'er. "It's so late, you're still awake?"
he said, smiling foolishly into the receiver.

"Sigh..." Shui'er sighed, "What bad luck tonight. Sometimes it's like this, there's not a single person
..."

"Wait, you mean you're not at home, but still—" He wanted to use the word "soliciting customers,"
but felt it wouldn't be respectful to her, so he paused, "...outside?" He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, of course, I've never been this unlucky before. I've been waiting since midnight, three
hours , and still no one..." Shui'er's voice was no longer so excited, becoming somewhat dejected. Le Yang guessed
that she might just be eager to find someone to talk to. "That's not even the worst part, there are
no taxis left on this street, I'm so unlucky—" She sounded like she was about to cry, and there was a sound of her stamping her feet.

"What are we going to do?" Le Yang knew that if there were customers, they could find a place to stay, but
there were no customers, and Shui'er might really have to sleep on the streets. "Do you have any friends nearby?" He couldn't help but
worry about her.

"If I had friends, I wouldn't dare bother you. I just wanted to ask..." Shui'er seemed hesitant
about whether to say it, "...whether I could stay at your place for the night?" she asked timidly.

"That's no problem, you know..." Leyang felt it was better not to say anything, lest those sad
memories flood back, "The problem is, I'm not close to Fengzhuang Road Bridge. If you walk here, it's better to..."
"...Actually, it's quite far. It would take about half an hour by taxi. He had originally wanted to persuade Shui'er to just stay in a nearby
hotel —she couldn't walk here by herself, and it wouldn't be wise for him to suggest it; it sounded like a perfunctory
refusal.

"Oh dear, what should we do?" Shui'er became anxious too. "Don't you have any taxis over there? I mean
, could you help me find one? I'll pay for the round trip, but it would be too much trouble for you."

"It's even harder to hail a taxi here than over there, and maybe there aren't any left. It's not about the money..." Le Yang
was also helpless. He knew that to hail a taxi, he would have to walk to the park, which wasn't close.

"Sigh... what should we do?" Shui'er's voice was clearly trembling with tears. "Okay, okay, thank
you anyway." She hung up the phone in disappointment.

Le Yang could imagine her frantic state, like an ant on a hot pan. He suddenly remembered that his aunt had a motorcycle.
He had seen her ride it once when she first came to Shanghai, but he hadn't seen her ride it since. He didn't know if it was still in
the house ; he could only try his luck. He quickly dressed, slipped on a pair of slippers,
grabbed the key Winnie had left and his own, and rushed to the storage room at the other end of the living room. Thankfully, the door opened before he had to try
all . He was overjoyed—the old Shanghai Happiness brand motorcycle lay quietly
amidst the clutter, and a half-empty can of gasoline sat in the corner not far away. He immediately called Shui'er; she said
she was waiting for him under the bridge.

[To be continued]

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