That night I had an affair with my girlfriend's mother.

It was three years ago when I met her. She was youthful and radiant, four years younger than me. I was born in 1978, and she was born in 1982. That year, I was 24, and she was 20. We met quite by chance. She was very beautiful. From our initial acquaintance to becoming familiar with each other, we gradually became close. She was naturally beautiful, with long hair and a great figure. She was the kind of gentle and kind girl. To be honest, our meeting was really accidental, mainly because she stepped on my foot on the bus. At the time, I was going to the market to buy clothes for a classmate's wedding, and coincidentally, we were going to the same place to buy things, and she was going for the same purpose. As a result, we went together, and slowly, we got to know each other and became friends. Don't get me wrong, we were just very good ordinary friends. Perhaps because I treated her like my little sister, and didn't try so hard to please her like other boys do, I actually won her favor, so she had more to talk to me. She was a girl who grew up in a single-parent family; she was very independent and had a strong personality. To be honest, I don't like girlfriends younger than me. I've had a few girlfriends before, the youngest being less than a year younger than me. She once asked me why I didn't like her, and I said, "I like you. How can we be friends if I don't like you?" She laughed and said, "Don't you want to pursue me? Are you a lesbian?" I slapped her on the head and said I didn't like minors. Our relationship continued, and we became close friends who could talk about anything. I'm also wondering why I don't like her. She has a good figure and is pretty, but I'm just not interested. Am I crazy? No, I do get a reaction when watching porn, don't I? Many boys pursue her, and I became her shield. She doesn't like them, and she doesn't know what kind of boy she likes. Girls raised in single-parent families are probably a bit strange in their thinking. We're very happy together, and I take good care of her. Maybe it's because she's from a single-parent family; I think single-parent families must have some psychological trauma, so I take extra care of her. I don't have a girlfriend, and my apartment is a mess. She often comes to help me tidy up. When she's upset, she likes to come here to surf the internet. One day, she came to see me, crying. I asked her why, and she said she had argued with her mother. I rarely asked her about her family before, afraid of hurting her feelings. You know, single-parent families are sensitive topics, and she told me about her family. She didn't know who her father was. Her mother had her when she was 17, with her boyfriend at the time. Both her mother and boyfriend were still children then, so you can imagine. In those early days of reform and opening up, this was a huge deal. Her mother insisted on keeping the child and was forced to drop out of school. The boy was also disciplined and later went to another city, never to be seen again. Her mother had to give birth to the child herself and started working at a young age, though she didn't have a formal job. Her maternal grandparents also hated her mother, but after all, she was their daughter, so they helped her set up a small stall to sell things. It might be ironic, but those who ventured into business early on fared better, while factory workers faced layoffs. Her mother, after years of hard work, should have been better off, but raising a child meant she didn't have much money, though her family was relatively well-off. Her maternal grandparents disowned her and refused to pay child support. Later, when her mother was a little older than she is now, her grandparents passed away, leaving her to raise her alone—and her mother wasn't even that old then. I was deeply moved; I thought her mother was amazing. I've forgotten what I asked her, or why she argued with her mother, but I remember she was very upset. She felt she shouldn't have argued with her mother and felt terrible for her. I comforted her for a long time, and eventually calmed her down. I told her to call her mother and apologize, and then I offered to take her home. That was my first time visiting her house. Actually, I didn't go inside; I just walked her to the door. It was late, and you can't just bring a boy home, so I only took her to the door. She was knocking on the door, but to avoid misunderstanding, I didn't appear, and of course, I didn't see her mother either. However, I heard her mother's voice and came back. The next day, she was very happy and came to see me. She and her mother had made up, and of course, her initiative to apologize played a big role, because her mother didn't expect her to apologize first. Actually, I was also wondering, children from single-parent families are very stubborn and rarely take the initiative to lower themselves. She said her mother was also wondering why this was happening, and after pressing her, she revealed my existence. I smiled and asked her, "Aren't you afraid your mother will ask you? Your mother probably thinks I'm the boy who's pursuing you, right?" She told me that her mother really did question her for a long time, but she wasn't afraid. There was nothing between us, so of course she wasn't scared. However, it did take a long time to explain, but fortunately, she understood. Then, I asked her, "Your mother said that since there's such a nice boy, you can invite him over for dinner." I smiled and said, "I'm afraid it's not your mother's idea, but rather yours." "You guessed it," she said, "but my mother agreed." "Will you go?" she asked. "Go, of course I'll go! A big meal is a must, especially since I'm living alone and always worried about not getting good food. My mom's cooking is amazing." "Then I'm definitely going!" So, I went to buy some things to prepare for my trip to her house. She didn't want me to buy anything, but I said, "It's our first time, just some fruit. After all, I'm a guest. Even though we're not dating, buying fruit is normal. But since you accepted my fruit, I'll eat twice as much as you want in return." We laughed and prepared to go to her house for dinner the next day. I never dreamed that this ordinary visit to a friend's house would become a turning point in my life. I entered her house; it was large, not too luxurious. I put the fruit on the table, and her mother came out of the kitchen. My first impression of her was that she was very beautiful, with long, cascading hair and arched eyebrows. To be honest, I'm not good at describing people's appearances, but I knew she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Actually, I was prepared, because she had said her mother was even prettier than her, and that she had inherited her mother's looks. But I was still quite surprised. Her mother was very well-maintained. Although her mother was only 16 years older than her, she was in her thirties, yet she looked like her older sister. She had a great figure, was about 170cm tall, only half a head shorter than me, wore a light green dress, and had a soft, charming voice. Her mother seemed a little surprised to see me too, but quickly smiled and said, "You must be Xiaoqiang, the one Xiaoxue mentioned." I said, "Yes, I'm Xiaoqiang." At this point, I paused, and everyone burst into laughter. The gathering that day was very pleasant. We talked a lot, and her mother didn't look any older than us. Everyone enjoyed themselves, and she even invited me to visit sometime. That's how I met her for the first time, but I didn't call her by her name; I called her "Auntie." Once something happens once, it will happen again and again. The same was true for us. After visiting Xue's house once, perhaps because our interaction was relatively successful, Xue trusted me more, and I started going again and again. Sometimes her mother was home, sometimes not, but because I went so often, I felt more at ease even when her mother wasn't home. Of course, other boys couldn't go; if her mother was home, it was out of the question, let alone when she wasn't. Naturally, when her other friends found out about my treatment, they would object, but when they saw Xue pout, they didn't dare say anything. Who would offend the girl they were pursuing? That would be asking for trouble. But thankfully, at least the boys pursuing her got used to my presence and stopped glaring at me. Offending her brother would be even more unwise. I became the only one allowed into her house. Because I was alone, I gradually went to her house more often. Don't think I was visiting her mother; the real reason was mainly to freeload meals. Of course, there's no such thing as a free lunch. My contribution was cleaning the room, because her mother wouldn't let me wash the dishes, so I cleaned the room for her. Maybe boys don't do much housework, or maybe it's because I've been living alone for a while, but I did a pretty good job and earned praise from her mother. On Sunday, she was going to buy clothes for a picnic with her high school classmates and asked me to come along. The main reason was that a boy insisted on coming along, and we thought having me would deter him. However, we miscalculated; the boy still wanted to follow us after seeing me. Finally, she called her mother along too, which scared the boy off. When the three of us walked out of the house together, the boy was still watching from a distance. Since we were already out, we decided to go together. Even though we didn't necessarily have to buy anything, we figured we might as well do some shopping. I only planned to buy Xue a pair of casual pants, but that day I saw quite a few clothes I liked, so we spent the whole day shopping. Luckily, I often go shopping myself, otherwise I would have been exhausted. Xue probably rarely shops with her mother, as the two of them had a great time, visiting many malls. Of course, they always asked for my opinion when trying on clothes, since men and women have different tastes. Xue and her mother are natural clothes hangers; everything looks good on them. Her mother also bought a few pieces—very tasteful (not sexy), very individualistic, and stylish. Of course, I also complimented them; not flattery, but genuine praise. Women all like compliments, right? That's it for our shopping trip.It's all over now, and I'm so happy. We'll definitely have a big meal tonight, since her mom's cooking is so delicious. She went on a trip for over a week. I don't understand, do trips that don't involve a tour group always last longer? Maybe it's because there's no time limit. The day Xue left, I went to her house again. To be honest, Xue wasn't home, and I felt awkward going. Xue left in the morning. Her mom and I saw her off, and then we went back together. Her mom happened to be free that day, and on the way back, they chatted casually. She asked me where I was going for lunch, and I said I didn't know. Her mom suggested we eat at her house. She was just being polite, and I declined, but I really didn't know where to eat, so I just said okay. Then her mom said she needed to go to the market to buy groceries, and I realized my mistake and quickly said no. But my contradictory answer made me feel bad. Her mom, of course, insisted, since I had initially said I wanted to go. Let's go grocery shopping. But you know, supermarkets have both vegetable and clothing sections, and clothes always appeal to women. We ended up lingering in the clothing section. Oh well, we just finished shopping a few days ago, so maybe we haven't had enough. Let's continue! Of course, shopping involves trying on clothes, so let's try them on. There were two of us; her mother was trying on clothes, and I was, of course, giving advice. Before we knew it, it was noon! What to do? We hadn't bought any groceries yet. So, we decided to eat out. What we ate wasn't important; the important thing was that we wouldn't have to buy groceries afterward. Our ultimate shopping goal was gone! What to do? After discussion, our ultimate goal was reaffirmed: grocery shopping, then dinner at her house. Grocery shopping wouldn't take that much time, so we'd continue shopping in the afternoon, wasting time. So, after dinner, we set off again, heading straight to the clothing street. We finally finished our shopping in the afternoon, buying quite a few clothes. There were some unpleasant moments though; I don't know why, but some stores wouldn't let us try things on, there were no fitting rooms. Her mother was worried too. I told her we could just try them on at home. My love for the clothes overcame everything, so we bought them. These days, every store seems to copy us; several items weren't even tried on. Finally, after a huge shopping spree, we went grocery shopping. To reward me for accompanying her, her mother bought a lot of groceries, making me keep saying, "Auntie, no need!" That evening, we arrived at Xue's house and started cooking. I helped out. We ate and chatted, and even had a little wine—but don't get me wrong, just a tiny bit. Nothing special happened, we just talked a lot. Even though I call her "Auntie," her mother is only 12 years older than me; there's no generation gap between us. We ate and chatted, continuing our conversation after dinner. Perhaps her mother didn't have many friends to talk to much, as we chatted quite late, until about 11 PM. We talked about everything under the sun, from grand life ideals to trivial TV commercials. "Auntie, I have to go now, it's too late. Thank you for dinner." "No need to thank me, you also helped me buy a lot of things. Oh, I haven't tried on the clothes yet. Let's try them on now." As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted it. How could I let my friend's mother change clothes at home in the middle of the night? It was obvious she wanted to show me after changing. Luckily, her mother hesitated for less than a second before saying "okay." Then she said, "You'll go change in a bit." Her mother tried on outfits one after another, and they looked really beautiful. I couldn't help but praise her, but I also offered a lot of suggestions. The clothes, skirts, and pants were bought separately, and we wanted different combinations, so we kept swapping and matching. Maybe it was because I wasn't just praising her, but offering suggestions, that we started discussing how to coordinate the outfits. After coming up with an idea, we'd try them on, discuss them again, and find things we weren't happy with, like how the waist could be slimmer, so we'd make alterations. Of course, it was just minor alterations; after all, I'm not a tailor. But they really did look better after the alterations. Now that I think about it, when watching a woman change clothes, you can't just praise her all the time; offering appropriate suggestions is much better. We ended up trying on clothes until after 2 a.m. We were both exhausted, and I wanted to leave, but it was so late. Her mother said, "Why don't you stay here?" I don't know why, but even though it was just a polite remark, I actually nodded. So, her mother went back to her room, and I stayed on the sofa, and we didn't say a word until dawn. I woke up to find her mother had already made breakfast. When she saw me and said, "You're awake!" I blushed, feeling a little embarrassed, and said, "Sorry, Auntie, I was too sleepy, that's why I woke up late." Her mother smiled and said, "It's alright, have breakfast." She asked if I needed anything, and I said no, just that a piece of clothing I bought yesterday didn't fit, and I was going to return it later. I said okay. I went with her mother to return the clothing, which, of course, took another day. Two days in a row of shopping left me completely exhausted. After getting another meal through a scam, I went home. Maybe it was accompanying her mother shopping for clothes, maybe it was chatting with her mother, or maybe it was because I made a good impression on her. That's how I gradually became familiar with Xue and her mother. Sometimes I'd go to her house for dinner. I like watching sci-fi movies, and her mother likes them too. I've always been curious why women, especially women in their thirties, would like sci-fi movies, but Xue doesn't. Since Xue's home theater is quite good, I often rent movies to watch at her house. Xue would watch for a couple of seconds and then hide in her room to surf the internet, leaving just her mother and me to watch. Afterwards, we'd comment on them, even debating the plot. Sometimes, when Xue wasn't there, I'd go watch movies myself. Her mother doesn't like going to the cinema; she prefers staying home. Apparently, she says it's because she can pause to think about parts she doesn't understand before watching again—I'm speechless. Maybe it's because I'm good at shopping, but sometimes I'll accompany her mother shopping. Actually, I mainly offer opinions, though many are against her; I'm just stating my honest thoughts. You know, when you're shopping with a woman, if you can offer a lot of insightful opinions, especially different ones, it's more appealing. They'll consider your ideas. Daughters and mothers often share similar thoughts, which is why I think they don't always go shopping together. Would a family really go shopping together? That would be like shopping alone. But I'm different; I'm an outsider, I have different ideas, and we can discuss things. So, gradually, they all prefer shopping with me, but they don't go alone anymore. To be honest, I'm quite popular. Many of my former classmates' parents liked me, including the girls. When I was in school, I would often visit classmates' houses. Back then, boys visiting girls' houses were often suspected of having early romances, but I never was. Maybe it's because I'm not conventionally attractive? Anyway, my classmates would tease me about being ugly, though I think they were just jealous. It's the same with Xue. Gaining her mother's trust might be related to my behavior, or it might be related to her conversations while we were shopping. I feel my relationship with Xue's family is getting closer. Life goes on, we live our lives, and so does Xue. Many people still pursue Xue, and she continues to reject them. However, Xue runs into a persistent pursuer. The guy is very rich—actually, it's his father who's rich—and he often picks Xue up in his car. A 20-year-old university student, she gets picked up by many people every day; her classmates are used to it, but his car still causes gossip. Xue doesn't like him; she thinks driving her father's car makes her look like a spoiled brat. He looks very suave, but he's relentlessly persistent in his pursuit of Xue. He came to see Xue every day, but Xue refused him many times. Unfortunately, Xue's classmate liked him and always wanted to go with him, even dragging Xue along. Xue had no choice but to come to me, begging me to take the fall for him. I was surprised and asked why she hadn't said so earlier. Xue said I was too busy with work and didn't want to bother her, so she only came when she had no other choice. I told Xue it was no problem, I would pick her up every day. Xue said no need, once was enough, I was also quite busy with work. I said no, I had quit my job. Xue was very surprised and asked me what happened. I said I had discovered my boss's secret with his secretary, and he fired me. But luckily, he gave me a large sum of hush money when I left. I said I wasn't a despicable person. I was already annoyed with that boss and wanted to leave, but he gave me a big envelope when I left. I was hesitant to accept it, but he insisted, so I took it. I told Xue I would come to see her tomorrow. After school, I went to Xue's school. It wasn't my first time there, but nobody recognized me because there were too many boys, and no one bothered to remember who was who. But this time, Xue's classmates recognized me. I went straight into Xue's dorm room. No boy had ever dared to be so bold before. Actually, it wasn't that I was afraid, but mainly I was afraid of upsetting Xue. She gets really angry. When I entered the dorm, I saw Xue was angry. I was surprised. "What's wrong?" I went over. Xue's classmates all looked at me like I was going to die. Any boy who came to Xue when she was angry would be in big trouble. I sat down next to Xue and asked her what was wrong. Apparently, a boy was pursuing Xue, and it had become too dramatic. The boy also had a girlfriend, and she was making a scene, coming to Xue and causing a scene. The teachers all knew about it, making it seem like Xue had done something to the boy. As a result, the teachers thought Xue had stolen the girl's boyfriend, and Xue hated being wronged, so she was angry. When she saw me, she got up and said, "Let's go home." Xue has a dormitory at school; universities generally require students to live on campus. However, because Xue's school isn't strict about it, and Xue's home is in the city, she doesn't always stay in the dormitory; sometimes she goes home, sometimes she stays. Xue and I came out, and the rich guy was still waiting at the door, smoking a cigarette. He came over to greet Xue, but then he saw what was behind him...He paused for a moment, mainly because I was carrying Xue's things. Xue saw him, turned around and called to me, "Hurry up and go!" and then took my arm. The guy dropped his cigarette when he saw Xue's actions. Xue went over and introduced me as her boyfriend. The guy looked at me in disbelief, then became very jealous. He stammered, "How come you have a boyfriend?" Xue said she had never said she didn't have one. If looks could kill, I probably would have torn him to pieces by now. After holding it in for a long time, I finally asked, "Where are you from?" I said, "Where I'm from isn't important. What's important is that I'm Xue's boyfriend. I heard you're pursuing Xue, so I came to see who's pursuing my girlfriend." The guy said, "What makes you think you're Xue's boyfriend?" I pretended to be surprised and said, "Whether I'm Xue's boyfriend or not doesn't seem to have anything to do with you. Thanks for your concern, but mind your own business. I hope you won't bother Xue anymore." Turning back, I put my arm around Xue's shoulder and said, "Let's go home. I told your mom you'd be staying here tonight. She's waiting for us to come back for dinner." As soon as I said that, the boy, realizing I'd already met Xue's parents, was startled. He probably hadn't expected it to reach the point of meeting the parents, and his jealousy intensified; he looked like he was about to go crazy. I ignored him and walked away with Xue. I said, "Let's go get something to eat." Xue asked, "Aren't we going home?" I said, "I called your mom before I called you. She has a party today and won't be home. I was just angry with that guy." Xue laughed and said I was a real rascal. I said, "Let's go out for dinner and do some shopping to calm down." After dinner, we wandered aimlessly through the streets, talking about Xue's school. I said, "You're almost graduating, how come so many guys are still chasing after you?" Xue said, "How should I know?" I said, "You were really angry today." Xue said she wasn't afraid of anything else; it's not like no boys had ever bothered her before. The key was that graduation was approaching, and she was afraid that a big fuss would affect her diploma. What's worse, that boy was so scared of the teacher that he didn't dare say a word, which made Xue feel wronged. After finally clearing things up, she was still furious. I said, "It's good that you've explained it." Xue was troubled by the boy's question. I said, "It's because you're pretty, boys will definitely pursue you." Xue said, "Does being pretty guarantee someone will like you? Of course, most boys like pretty girls. You're pretty, and you don't have a boyfriend yet, it's no wonder no one pursues you. Why don't you find a boyfriend?" Xue said, "Now that you're here, I have a boyfriend, right? Things should be much better in the future, right?" Xue suddenly blinked and asked me, "Do you like me?" I said, "Yes, how can we be friends if I don't?" Xue said, "Not that kind of liking, but the liking of a boyfriend and girlfriend." I said, "I don't know, but she seems like a little sister to me." But now it's probably not possible. Xue asked, "Why?" I said, "Everyone treats me like their boyfriend, and now I can't even say no. I'm in trouble later." Xue said, "Why don't you pursue me?" I looked at Xue and asked, "Really?" Xue said, "We're good friends too." I looked at Xue again and asked, "Do you like me? I don't know, I guess I guess I do. How about we try dating?" I laughed and said, "I'm probably not a very good person either, but you're my friend. A very trustworthy friend." After that, we didn't talk anymore and walked silently, my mind replaying what I had just said. Do I like Xue? I don't know. Almost half an hour passed, and we just walked and walked, without saying a word, through the entire shopping street, towards the bus stop to go home. To take the bus, we had to cross the street. After crossing, I said to Xue, "Let's try dating." Xue looked at me, smiled, and said, "Okay." Xue and I started dating, but we didn't have the kind of intimate gestures that other couples have. At most, we would hold hands, put our arms around each other's shoulders, or give each other a simple hug when I left at night. It wasn't because we didn't want to, but because we saw each other as good friends, so we didn't have many feelings. We're still the same as usual, just more caring towards each other. Her mother knows we're together; she mentioned it while talking about school—well, not exactly let it slip, just mentioned it. I don't know what she and her mother discussed, but it happened. Her mother didn't say anything, but I feel she treats me even better now, probably because our relationship has progressed further. I'm currently unemployed, and her mother knows this, so she asked me to go work at her company. Actually, her mother's company has been facing some difficulties lately; their best salesperson was poached by a competitor. Since I was unemployed anyway, I went. I worked very hard to help her mother. Because of my relationship with Xue, and because I'm also close to Xue's mother, I worked even harder, like helping a friend's company—of course, you have to put in the effort, right? After get off work, I often go to Xue's house for dinner before going home. Sometimes I go grocery shopping with her mother, and then we go home together. Sometimes we discuss company matters in the evenings. If it gets too late, I sleep on the sofa. Her mother specially bought me a blanket, a pillow, and toiletries, so I might need them when I sleep at Xue's house. And so, half a year passed. The company gradually recovered, and Xue was about to graduate. She had been living at school, preparing for graduation, since she didn't want to participate in company discussions at home anyway. My contact with Xue gradually decreased, but I didn't think much of it. Although we were boyfriend and girlfriend, it was probably more of a title than anything else. I spent more time with her mother. During our free time, we would go shopping together, buy things, and have dinner together in the evenings. We gradually became more familiar with each other, and I would give her a lot of advice on buying things. We often talked about our work and our ideals. It's ridiculous, isn't it? Talking about ideals with someone 12 years older than yourself. How naive! That day, her mother and I negotiated a big client. We were very happy. We had worked for several days and nights in a row and finally finished the plan and signed the contract. We were very happy. That night, we had dinner together at home and drank some alcohol. Although I don't like drinking, I drank because I was happy. Her mother can drink a lot, but perhaps because of fatigue and excitement, she was also a little drunk. We sat on the sofa, drinking and chatting, and the topic gradually turned to Xue. We talked for a long time. A woman in that era, starting out at 16 to make her own way in the world, facing gossip, her parents' lack of understanding, and the contempt of her relatives—the pain she endured was unimaginable. The person she loved cowardly ran away, the blow was immense. I understand her deeply. She persevered for so many years, and she's only in her early 36s. All her prime years have slipped away unnoticed. We talked about love; her mother no longer dared to love. One painful experience followed her for life—a devastating blow no matter what. I talked about my own romantic history, and slowly, she cried, and I cried too. She broke down in tears. I patted her shoulder, and slowly, I hugged her. She cried so hard, as if 20 years of pain had suddenly erupted, sobbing on my shoulder. That night, nothing happened like in the novels. Nothing inappropriate occurred; I don't even know when I fell asleep. We both slept on the sofa, though. When I woke up in the morning, she was on top of me. We seemed to have woken up at the same time, and it was very awkward. We quickly separated, and she went back to her room to wash up. I stood there on the sofa, stunned. After a while, she came out, dressed beautifully and looking very energetic. She said she wanted to go shopping, so we went. When we came out, I realized I hadn't shaved. I said, "Never mind, let's go." We went to many places, and later went to buy clothes. Perhaps because I look older, when we came out of the clothes, the saleswoman said, "Look how beautiful your girlfriend is, sir, why don't you buy a men's outfit too?" We were very embarrassed, but we didn't say anything, paid, and left. As we left, the saleswoman said, "Welcome to come again." Back home, I saw her changing clothes again. Our relationship suddenly seemed very awkward. I suddenly felt uncomfortable calling her "Auntie," so I stopped calling her that and started saying things directly without any address. That evening, I stayed for dinner. When I left, she saw me off. It was the first time she'd ever seen me off like that. We chatted for a long time at the door before I finally left. Just like that, we seemed to become inseparable friends, often going shopping and chatting together. I stopped calling her "Auntie." Ling, that's what I called her, my girlfriend's mother. I don't know when I started enjoying being with Ling, chatting with her, and shopping with her. She was mature and charismatic. I don't deny I have a mother complex, but what man doesn't? Mature women provide a lot of care and security, and men need security too. She was young, only 12 years older than me. Time had put too much pressure on her; she hadn't really had the chance to be young. When she cried, it was as if she released 20 years of pent-up pain. Emotions affect appearance, and that certainly applies to women. She had never told anyone about her past, not even Xue, but she told me. Our relationship grew closer; we became inseparable friends. Yes, true friends. Only true friends can share each other's joys and sorrows and truly trust each other. She trusts me, so I can understand her inner world. Sometimes she acts very youthful around me, and because she's beautiful, she sometimes looks like she's in her early twenties, even like Xue's older sister. I know she needs to look young because she's never truly been. Sometimes when we go out, she's as happy as a little girl. I remember once I told her, "Look at you, acting like a little girl. Stop being naughty!"I froze, knowing I'd said the wrong thing, and felt incredibly awkward. But she said, "Yes, I've never been a little girl, never been naughty." I don't know where I got the courage, but I walked over, took her hand, and said, "Let's be young again today," and then I pulled her along and we ran. We ran breathlessly through several streets, ignoring the strange looks from passersby, and rushed into a disco, dancing wildly. In the middle of the night, after our frenzy, panting heavily, we walked down the street. She looked at me and said, "Thank you, I've never been so happy." I smiled and said, "You've never been naughty either." She smiled, a very alluring smile. We walked slowly. When we crossed the street, she unconsciously grabbed my arm while looking for cars, then awkwardly let go. By then, I had already crossed. She was two steps behind when she released my arm. Perhaps it was just a coincidence, but a car came along. Cars are always fast at night. I pulled her aside to avoid the car. She almost fell, but I caught her. She fell into my arms. We could feel each other's heartbeats. We were both stiff and didn't dare to move. I forced out a sentence: "It was too dangerous. Are you alright?" She looked up into my eyes. Our faces were very close; we could even feel each other's breath. Slowly, I leaned closer to her, and she closed her eyes. We kissed. For a long, long time, our lips parted. I was panting heavily, and so was Ling. This kiss was so powerful for both of us. Two years had passed since my last girlfriend cruelly dumped me. I thought my heart was dead. Even with Xue, it was more like siblings than lovers. Although Xue and I were boyfriend and girlfriend, it felt like we were just using someone to fill a void. We were more like siblings, without any real feelings. We held hands and put our arms around each other, but that was all. Ling was different. Her kiss felt genuine. It shook me to my core. I felt my vision blurring, my heart pounding as if it would burst out of my chest. I couldn't control my movements; my body was stiff. Ling felt the same way. Later, I asked her how she felt at that moment. She told me that it felt like the sun had gone dark, the palace had collapsed, and she had no strength left in her body. Her heart could no longer support her exhausted body. Ling leaned against me, her chest heaving rapidly. Twenty years—twenty years of suffering, twenty years of youth—a heart that had lived numbly for twenty years, without love or hate, melted in that moment, in that kiss. It was melted by me. Ling cried. She tried hard not to make a sound, but I could feel her sorrow from her trembling shoulders. I panicked. I frantically lifted her face, looking into Ling's tear-filled eyes. She looked at me too. Gently, I kissed her face, little by little, kissing away Ling's tears. I felt I needed to say something, but I hesitated. I didn't know what to say—to comfort her, or to tell her I loved her. I didn't know. Ling stopped crying, looking at me somewhat embarrassed. Finally, I said, "Let's go home," and Ling nodded gently. I hugged her, and she hugged me back, and we walked home together. Slowly, Ling rested her head on my shoulder, and we walked slowly down the road without saying a word. I sensed that Ling wanted to say something, but neither of us knew how to begin. So we walked in silence, savoring the quiet moment. We walked for a long time, arm in arm, until we reached Ling's house. I wished this road would never end, but we arrived at Ling's house. At the door, Ling softly said, "Thank you," her head bowed. Then she quickly ran upstairs. And I, standing there dumbfounded for a long time… then walked home, lost in thought. That night, I couldn't sleep... The next day, I went to Ling's house. Actually, I didn't know why I went. When I got to the door, when I was about to knock, my hand froze in mid-air. Should I knock? What would Ling look like? What would become of us? I didn't know, I didn't dare to think about it. After hesitating for a long time, I finally knocked. The door opened quickly. It was Ling. She was wearing a casual top, looking a little languid, so beautiful. When she saw me, her eyes lit up, but she immediately lowered her head shyly. We stood awkwardly at the door. After a while, Ling said softly, "Come in." I walked in woodenly. We sat on the sofa, not knowing what to say. The air was filled with awkwardness. "Are you alright?" I stammered. "Um, I slept well last night, um, I don't know what to say anymore." After a while, my stomach rumbled. Ling laughed, and I laughed too. The atmosphere seemed to lighten considerably. Ling said, "I'll cook for you." "Okay," I said. Ling's face flushed slightly as she went to the kitchen. I went into the kitchen and watched Ling busy herself. Slowly, I became mesmerized. "Hey," Ling called out, waking me up. "What are you looking at?" "Looking at you!" Another moment of awkwardness ensued. "Let's eat," I said. "Okay." During the meal, to ease the tension and to relieve my own embarrassment, I told a lot of jokes, making Ling laugh non-stop. We ate very happily. After we finished, I said, "Today, I'll help you wash the dishes." "Okay," Ling nodded. We were washing the dishes—or rather, Ling was watching me wash the dishes. Her eyes were full of love; I could feel it. I looked at her and smiled. Neither of us spoke. After washing the dishes, I walked towards Ling, who was leaning against the door. Her gaze was also fixed on me. We looked at each other, unsure what to say. Slowly, I took Ling's hand. Ling seemed a little flustered, and so did I. So, we held each other's hands, looking into each other's eyes. I could feel the love in her gaze, and she could feel mine. We hugged, just holding each other quietly. Very tightly. I could even feel the curves of her body, every part. "I love you," I said, I said it. I had long forgotten how to pronounce those words. But now, I said it, I told her I love you. "No," Ling pushed me away. "What?" I looked at her in surprise. Suddenly, I understood—it was Xue who said it. "I'm sorry," Ling said. "I'm sorry, I can't love you, we can't be together. Why? You're Xue's boyfriend, but Xue and I don't have that kind of love, you know that, but... I'm sorry." I fell silent, and she fell silent too. My heart was conflicted. I took Ling's hand, lifted her face, and looked her into my eyes. "You and I are both mature people, we both know what we're doing. It's been 20 years. Have you ever loved? You loved me, right? You can't deceive yourself. You know my relationship with Xue, you know there's nothing between us. I also know it's hard for us to face Xue, but if we run away because of this, we'll regret it for the rest of our lives. But, I'm 12 years older than you, that's true, but we're of the same age, aren't we? Isn't this fate? But I'm your aunt, and you're Xue's mother." "That's all. Little Dragon Girl is Yang Guo's aunt. You're not Little Dragon Girl, and I'm not Yang Guo, but does that mean we can't be together? Are you so concerned about the form of address? If you were my aunt, then let me tell you, Auntie, I love you!" I shouted. Ling was surprised; she hadn't expected me to suddenly have such courage. "I'm a woman with a daughter, an old woman, so what? You're not old. You've never been young. Don't you want to find true love? Don't you want a man's shoulder to lean on?" I said, "Call me, Ling, call me by my name." I shouted it out. Hearing me call her name, Ling's body trembled involuntarily. "Qiang," Ling obediently called me. "From today on, you'll call me Qiang, and I'll call you Ling. You said you're my aunt? Fine, you're my aunt. But Ling, you're also my girlfriend." Ling was confused. She gasped for breath, unsure what to do. "Give me time, Qiang, give me time to face this, okay? Don't pressure me, Ling. I won't pressure you, but I hope you won't hold back your feelings. Open your heart, I'll wait for you." I hugged Ling tightly, and slowly, I felt her hands tighten around me. At that moment, I felt our emotions burst forth like a flood, our bodies embracing, our hearts intertwined. That day we talked non-stop, but not a single word was about our relationship, because I knew it was almost impossible for Ling to accept me all at once; love can't be rushed. After all, 20 years had passed, and Ling almost didn't know what love was, or even how to love anymore. I tried to find light topics, things unrelated to our relationship, but still... Our lives are related, after all, although we know each other, if we're to be lovers, we not only need to understand each other, but also each other's lives. Especially given the age difference between Ling and me, it makes it even more important for her to understand each other. We chatted on and on, I told her about my childhood, my family, my happy and unhappy moments, my life experiences, but I didn't talk about my past relationships. I think it's best not to rush things; after all, we need to give each other time and space to consider. We chatted like this, I kept trying to make Ling happy with my words. I know there's still a big gap between us, but I'm confident I can close it. Age doesn't matter; movies and TV dramas often portray couples of different ages together. Suddenly, Ling felt the room was getting dark and realized it was getting late.We'd been chatting all day without realizing it. Oh, it's getting dark. Yeah, it's so late. We'd lost track of time talking. Perfect timing, it's time for dinner now. Ling smiled mischievously, "Hungry?" "No." "Then… let's go for a walk," I suggested, and Ling agreed. "We're going to the night market," Ling said, "I need to change." "Don't change, let's just go." "No, I'll change?" "Okay, whatever," Ling said, changing a little while later. When Ling came out, I was struck by how young she looked. Actually, Ling herself looks very young, but usually, because of work, although she's young, she dresses quite maturely and elegantly. But tonight was different. Ling was dressed very young, almost younger than me. I was so happy. I knew Ling was trying to get closer to me; she dressed so young to try and get closer to me. I was so pleased. That night, we went out shopping and had a great time. Ling skipped and hopped like a little girl. I felt like I was seeing her 20 years ago—not just a vague feeling, but 20 years ago, because her life had stopped 20 years ago. We held hands and went to different night markets, even venturing to a night market in another district of a far-off city. We were so happy. We ate snacks and bought cheap but pretty little things until the night markets were all over. On the way home, Ling looked at me. I was so happy. Thank you. "Do you like me, Ling?" Ling didn't answer. "What's wrong, Ling? Look at me. Tell me, do you like me?" I pressed her. After a long pause, "Yes," Ling lowered her head as much as it could go. "Will you be my girlfriend?" "Yes," I said. I was so happy. I felt every cell in my body swell. Ling was my girlfriend. I lifted Ling's face and looked into her eyes. Ling looked back at me shyly. What kind of eyes were those? They had been ravaged by time and fate, and were exhausted. Suddenly, I hugged Ling tightly. I didn't speak, but I knew Ling could sense my thoughts. She leaned against me, her body trembling. Suddenly, I felt a heavy weight on my shoulders—not just from Ling's weight, but from the responsibility that now rested there: the responsibility to make a woman happy, the responsibility to support a family. My shoulders were wet. I stroked Ling's back and whispered, "Cry. Don't hold back your tears, because if you miss today, you'll never have the chance to cry again. Because I'm here with you, you'll be happy forever." Ling trembled violently, but remained silent. I knew she was holding back. After a long, long time, Ling pushed me away, looked at me, her face streaked with tears. She smiled, looked at me, and said, "Thank you." "Let's go home," I said. "Okay," I took her hand, and we went home. Xue didn't go home; she was at school. We went into the room, but neither of us turned on the light. The door slowly closed behind us. I watched the hallway light gradually dim through the crack, and then, suddenly, the room was plunged into darkness. It was so quiet you could hear our breathing. Ling's breathing became rapid, and so did mine. For some reason, we hugged each other, kissing passionately. I was tearing at Ling's clothes, and she was doing the same. We moved from the living room to the bedroom, kissing and tearing at each other's clothes incessantly—yes, tearing. We were both frantic, until neither of us had any clothes left. I pressed Ling down onto the bed. The instant I hit the bed, my arm jolted, and the pain brought me back to my senses. For some reason, my desire suddenly vanished. My movements froze, while Ling continued to writhe beneath me. Slowly, Ling sensed my cessation. She looked at me; though the room was dark, I knew she was watching me. I held her tightly in my arms and kissed her deeply. Ling responded again, and we kissed deeply, our tongues entwined. After a long while, our lips parted. Ling's body was burning hot. I knew what we both wanted. I held her still. "Ling, I love you. Do you want to give yourself to me?" "Ling, yes, thank you." I held her tightly, still responding to my kiss. "Don't move, just let me hold you like this. I know your heart belongs to me. Thank you!" That night, I didn't take Ling's advances. I knew Ling was mine, she was mine, her body would be mine, but that night I didn't take Ling's advances. I don't know why. Our naked bodies were tightly intertwined, but we did nothing but hug and kiss! Nothing at all!

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