A Father and Daughter Who Break Ethics (Author: thethirth)

The Father and Daughter Who Break Ethics

Author: thethirth

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Storyboard Yu Xiaoying: The legendary most sentimental April of the year has passed, and we have entered the
end of May 2011 in Wuhan, where the heatwave is raging. I am a girl with a rather introverted personality. I am 21 years old this year
. In this warm and flowery April, I had a medium-sized relationship. After a month of passionate love
, it became very bland. Sometimes, even sex between us became the only thing we relied on.

My boyfriend is very good to me, but sometimes he will annoy me because I prefer to be alone. He is very upset about my
aloofness towards him. But in my opinion, in this third-rate university, dating is the only thing that is relatively
real . I am a sophomore this year, a junior next year, and will graduate the year after. Life is very bland, ideals are like air, and everything is
tasteless.

So I developed a habit of surfing the internet. Because I rented a place near the school, I had a lot of freedom. However, I didn't
like playing online games, and I didn't know what I liked. I'd click on whatever I saw, or connect to whatever
came to mind. Maybe I was looking for some excitement to alleviate my boredom. It seemed like I was doing nothing, but time flew by .
Every time, I'd unknowingly reach 3 AM, then drift off to sleep, skip my morning classes, and
wake up again after lunch.

Until a netizen dragged me into a chat group.

The people in this group were discussing a topic of sexual relations between blood relatives. It was unbelievable, especially regarding
fathers and daughters and mothers and sons. Looking at their discussions, the articles and novels they posted, I couldn't help but think
, how could a boy sleep with his mother? How could a girl
enjoy the pleasure of her own father? I was devastated. After reading it, I immediately went to the bathroom to wash my face, using cold water
to cool my burning face and my shattered mind. Then, almost inexplicably, I returned to the computer.

I added a girl named "Xiaoxiao" as a friend in this group. I enjoyed chatting with her. She was older than me
, so I called her "sister." She had a relationship with her father when she was 22. After I pressed her for details, she
told me everything in great detail, how she reunited with her father, how they became intimate...

Her writing was very good. As I watched her slowly finish telling me, I felt my mind go blank and confused, but
a warm, touching, and exciting feeling welled up from the bottom of my heart, along with a wet and hot sensation and pleasure in my lower body. Later, we both fell asleep
. I even had a dream where I saw my father and mother having sex, and then somehow it turned into me
having sex with my father. I shyly covered my face, but my father took my hands away. I got excited and actually
hugged my father's neck and kissed him. In the end, I even felt an orgasm, experiencing a pleasure I had never felt before. Then I woke up
, drenched in sweat, with weak legs and difficulty breathing. I sat up, covered my face, calmed myself down for a while, and
then went to the bathroom to take a shower.

After taking off my clothes, I stood naked in front of the mirror, looking at myself. My parents gave me a
face that, while not conventionally beautiful, was quite pretty. My skin was fair yet rosy. I'm 1.63 meters tall and weigh 49 kilograms. I don't look fat
, but my boyfriend says I'm quite curvy. Warm water splashed on my body, and as my hands glided over my sensitive areas, I experienced
a thrill and pleasure I'd never felt before.

The entire afternoon passed in a daze, my mind filled with Xiaoxiao's descriptions of her father, and even
the image of my own father. My father is 46 years old this year. Ten years ago, he resigned from his state-owned enterprise job and has been running his own
shop ever since. As a child, I was a little girl who loved to cuddle on my father's lap. Since I turned 16, I've
grown distant from him, but I've always been enveloped in his meticulous care, so my upbringing has been peaceful and happy.

My boyfriend came over for dinner, and as usual, I welcomed his passion and released my own.
While making love with my boyfriend, the image of my father often flashed through my mind. Afterwards, my boyfriend asked me, "
Why were you so crazy today? It's only been a few days." My face burned in the darkness. I never let him stay
overnight at my place; I prefer living alone, lonely and free.

After chatting with Xiaoxiao that night, I was once again moved by her and her father's sexual bliss. Xiaoxiao's beautiful
words were like a glass of red wine laced with poppy, making me begin to indulge in these things. Slowly, I also began to yearn for
Xiaoxiao's life. Faced with the "father-daughter incest" that I once found unbelievable, I was a little succumbed
. Sometimes before going to sleep, I even looked forward to doing that with my father.

Finally, one night while chatting with Xiaoxiao, I said to her, "Sister, I envy you.
I want to be like you. Can you teach me what to do?"

Xiaoxiao said, "Little sister, are you serious? Really? You won't regret it later?"

"No, I think being like you is exciting and blissful. I really want to experience it," I said.
Now that I've thought about it, I will never regret it.

"Are you usually close to your dad?"

"I was quite close to him before I was 16, but not so much now. At most, I'll lean on his shoulder."

"How long has it been since you last saw him?"

"Not long, less than five months, I haven't seen him since winter break ended."

"Here's what you should do: contact your dad more often, tell him you miss him. Remember,
send this message after 11 pm. You know, sending this message at this time will touch the little devil
deep , even if you're his daughter. Hehe."

"Sister, I'll listen to you, I'll send it tonight."

"Do you know how to send it? Sister will teach you, hehe, send Dad: 'Dad, I miss you.' Then
the next day send Mom: 'Mom, I want to eat your ***.' That will be better."

"Okay, I got it. Thank you, sister."

That night, I sent it as my sister instructed. My hands were a little sweaty when I sent it, followed by a tense
wait …

Scene breakdown by Yu Guang:

In the fertile Jianghan Plain, my wife, daughter, and I live a very ordinary life. I feel happy about this
ordinariness because I have been by my wife's side for so many years. It sounds ordinary, but it is precious.
And we have a well-behaved and beautiful daughter. As a father, being able to accompany my daughter as she grows up, never leaving her, is first and foremost a father's duty and happiness. Because I never imagined what I would do if I didn't see my precious daughter
for even half a year , I stayed by her side, giving her the love and care she deserved.

My

name is Yu Guang, I'm 45 years old, and my daughter, Yu Xiaoying, is 21. She's
a sophomore I've watched her grow from a helpless infant to a graceful young woman, from playfully sitting on my lap
as a baby to gradually becoming distant after she turned 16. Standing beside her, I felt more like a knight in armor, ensuring
she . Now that she's grown up and so beautiful, knowing that I
'll eventually have to give her away to another man, I'm increasingly anxious and apprehensive as I await that day.

From what I sense, she probably has a boyfriend, which is quite normal. At this age,
daughters rely less on their parents, so their interactions with me and her mother have become increasingly distant. There's a difference between boys and girls, and even though
she's my daughter, besides fulfilling her desires, I can only stand by and watch her grow up, fall in love, and
leave us.

That night, as usual, I couldn't sleep even with the air conditioning on full blast. My wife was fast asleep in bed
, and I was wide awake. I thought about the past, the future, and of course, about women other than my wife.
I even thought about my daughter. But then, I received a text message from her.

The message was simple: "Dad, I miss you."

I had never felt so happy. My daughter hadn't said anything so sentimental to me in a long time
. But then I wondered if something was bothering her, so I went to the balcony and immediately called
her .

"Hey, Dad, you're still awake? Did your daughter wake you up?" my daughter said playfully in Mandarin.

"Xiaoying, why aren't you asleep yet? Daddy got your message! What's wrong? Are you unhappy, or
something's bothering you?"

"Yes."

"What is it? Tell me quickly."

"I miss Daddy, but he's not home. How can I not be upset if I can't see him? Hehe."

"...You naughty girl, are you really okay?"

"Really, nothing's wrong. I just miss you. Daddy, why aren't you asleep yet? Do you miss me too?"

"Daddy misses you every day. You little rascal. Hehe, it's good that you're okay. Summer vacation is coming soon, Daddy will come pick you up
."

"Okay, then Daddy, go to sleep early. I'm going to sleep too. Goodnight, Daddy."

Have you ever experienced the happiness of your daughter telling you she misses you in the middle of the night? I trembled with excitement
, feeling like I was back when my daughter was little. If, if my daughter were in front of me now, I would definitely
hug her. Daughter, how could Daddy not miss you?

Scene by Yu Xiaoying:

I nervously hung up the phone. This wasn't the tone I usually used when talking to my dad. I buried my head in the blanket
and spaced out for a while. When I got up, I opened QQ and found that Sister Xiaoxiao was still online.

"My dad called me back."

"Oh, did Dad say anything? Was he surprised?" Sister Xiaoxiao said.

"It's okay, I can tell Dad is very happy. He's so excited he can barely speak. It's all my fault,
I haven't told him these things in years."

"It's alright, as long as he's happy."

"Sister, what should we do next?" "

Everyone's situation is different, I can't make you feel the same way I did, haha. But remember, this time Dad is just excited and happy. If you want him to have those feelings for you, you'll have to put in a little more effort. It's actually not difficult. Listen to me, first, look at Dad . Don't worry, he'll sense it. Second, you're going on summer vacation soon, you'll be home soon. When you're alone with Dad at home, dress a little revealing and sexy, or wear a loose neckline often. Then bend down in front of him. If you notice Dad peeking at you, just say, 'Dad, what ? How annoying!' Then smile at him and ask if it looks good. Remember to control your expression when you say this, it must be coquettish. This works very well. Men are men; when his excitement kicks in, he doesn't care who you are anymore." (2) 　　Scene by Xiaoying: I hung up the phone nervously. This was not the tone I usually used when talking to my dad. I buried my head in the blanket and stared blankly for a while. When I got up, I opened QQ and found that Xiaoxiao was still online. 　　"My dad called me back." 　　"Oh, did your dad say anything? Was he surprised?" Xiaoxiao said. 　　"It's okay, I can tell Dad is very happy. He's so excited he can barely speak. It's all my fault, I haven't said anything like that to him in years." 　　"It's alright, as long as he's happy." 　　"Sister, what should we do next?" "　　Everyone's situation is different, I can't make you feel the same way I did, haha. But remember, this time Dad is just excited and happy. If you want him to have those feelings for you, you'll have to put in a little more effort. It's actually not difficult. Listen to me, first, look at Dad . Don't worry, he'll sense it. Second, you're going on summer vacation soon, you'll be home soon. When you're alone with Dad at home, dress a little revealing and sexy, or wear a loose neckline often. Then bend down in front of him. If you notice Dad peeking at you, just say, 'Dad, what ? How annoying!' Then smile at him and ask if it looks good. Remember to control your expression when you say this, it must be coquettish. This works very well. Men are men; when his excitement kicks in, he doesn't care who you are anymore." 　　"Is this okay, sister? I'm afraid Dad will say I'm too casual and scold me." Since I grew up, I rarely acted coquettishly in front of my dad. 　　"It's fine. Dad's a man too. Remember, every middle-aged man has a little devil inside, hehe, it's not a bad thing. Don't worry, Dad will never scold you for this. That's practically impossible." 　　"Okay, I guess I'll have to slowly get closer to Dad. That takes time. Is it okay to just go with this, Xiaoxiao sister?" 　　"It's fine. In this world, only Dad truly misses you. Dad has always wanted to keep you, to keep everything about you, including your body, but I can't get over it in terms of my mindset. So, as your daughter, I need to put in more effort."

"Li. My sister's going to America tomorrow, she might not be back for two months. I'll hear good news from you then, hehe.
"

"Okay, I know, sister, have a safe trip." I seemed to have become even more resolute.

It seemed this thrill was getting closer and closer, I seemed to vaguely smell the scent of laundry detergent on my father,
a faint tobacco smell, and that indescribable masculine scent. It seemed that this scent had already permeated the air.
After washing up, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, bathed in the ambiguous light of the streetlights and the darkness that only appeared on summer nights
. At times like this, I needed someone to comfort me. I kept asking myself: Am I afraid?

This question kept haunting me, even in my dreams. When I woke up in the early morning, I hugged my knees and head, telling myself, "Dad, your
darling is going to take you into the water, I don't regret it, and I believe you won't either..."

Five days later, I received a call from my dad: "Honey, are you up yet? Dad
will be there in about half an hour. Get up early, Dad will take you to buy some clothes later."

That annoying dad, why didn't he come last night? I muttered slyly and disappointedly as I got up
. I deliberately changed into super short shorts and a tank top. Looking in the mirror, the tank top was nice,
the kind where you could see my cleavage even from eye level. Dad is 15 centimeters taller than me, it would be hard for him not to see this part of me.

■ I never regret what I've decided, that's my habit. I picked up my small bag and went downstairs to wait for Dad.

When Dad's car drove into the neighborhood, I went to greet him. Not used to hugging, I only dared to
nuzzle my head against his chest. The scent I'd imagined last night wafted up. I looked up at him and said, "You didn't even
call . Dad, I'm hungry. Take me to eat."

"Yeah, look how thin you've gotten," Dad said, pulling my hair and looking me up and down. His eyes
flickered at the sight of 60% of my exposed skin. At the same time, I caught his gaze lingering on
my chest for a moment.

"Look at you dressed like that, aren't you afraid of bad guys?"

"With Dad, I'm not afraid." For the first time ever, I took Dad's arm and carefully touched it with
my breast , feeling his arm gradually stiffen.

It was good. At least I was close to Dad. And it was such a natural, unhindered closeness. During
dinner my conversation with Dad became relaxed and playful, even a little flirtatious. I could
tell Dad didn't object to this closeness at all; his eyes shone with a light he hadn't shown in a long time. And she kept
glancing at me, controlling herself not to let her gaze fall below my neck.

Hehe, what a lecherous dad. Sister Xiaoxiao was right, every middle-aged man has a little
devil , even when he's with me.

My plan went smoothly.

Scene 1: In my memory, Xiaoying hadn't been this close to me in a long time. Before,
she grab my arm with her hand, but today she actually wrapped her whole arm around mine. The occasional softness I felt made it impossible for me
to relax my arm. This silly girl, is she this happy just because she's on vacation? Looking at my daughter's bright eyes, I
asked , "Sweetie, what do you want to eat?"

Xiaoying suddenly turned around to face me, clinging to my neck: "Daddy, I want to eat Western food."

My daughter was wearing a low-cut top, and that trembling expanse of snow-white skin was like a magnet, attracting my
gaze. I really couldn't look away. My daughter then noticed my gaze.

"You naughty daddy, what are you looking at?" My daughter quickly covered her chest with her snow-white right hand, her eyes
full of coquettishness.

"Don't blame Daddy, look at what you're wearing today. Don't dress like that, we're not at home." I was a little
thirsty .

"Oh, you've noticed other people dressed like that at home too?" My daughter looked at me with her bright eyes
.

"It's getting more and more outrageous. Come on, let's go eat French food." I grabbed my daughter's little hand and pulled her away.
It had a long time since I'd held her hand. Today, her boldness and liveliness made me feel no hesitation in taking her
soft hand. This intimacy with my daughter today made me feel incredibly happy.

In the restaurant, many people looked at us holding hands with strange eyes. Even the hostess had a strange
smile on her face. While waiting for our private room, I heard people whispering: "Girls these days, so young and beautiful..."

My daughter and I exchanged a glance. Her eyes were full of allure, and she stuck out her tongue at me. Ignoring those around me, I
pinched her cheek. My hand felt warm and smooth, her little hand soft and delicate, almost boneless. I remembered it from
many years ago when her hands were only the size of my palm. I slowly placed her hand on my right hand,
then tentatively put my arm around her waist. My daughter obediently rested her head on my right shoulder. The fragrance of her hair, and
that irresistible scent that makes men swoon, all in this romantic French restaurant, made me mistake
the daughter for my shy wife from over 20 years ago. Were they dating?

Dating! How could such a thought even cross my mind? I released my daughter's little hand, then
pulled my right hand back from her waist and placed it on her shoulder. I fiercely suppressed the wicked thoughts that kept popping into my head. I led
my daughter to a private room and then seriously inquired about her studies.

"Sweetie, now that you're in college, Dad doesn't want to keep an eye on your grades like he did in high school, but your
studies still have to be the priority. Actually, college is where you really learn. Do you understand? Education in China is the opposite of education abroad.
Abroad, primary and secondary school are relatively easy, but graduating from college is a very difficult process. In China,
children are in primary and secondary school during their playtime, constantly monitored and stressed. Then in college, they're practically free. Not
many kids put in the same effort they did in high school. Remember that, sweetie? College studies are still very
important, just in a different way and with a different scope."

I have the typical "old man's mentality"—just a moment ago I was full of bad ideas, and in a split second I
became completely respectable. After saying all that, I felt embarrassed by the sudden change and continued, "Of course, I
don't want my precious daughter to work so hard. Whatever you need, whatever you want, Dad will definitely give you,
okay ?"

My daughter sat opposite me, resting her chin on her hand, looking at me as I spoke. "I want Dad to study with me, okay
?"

"Sweetie, are you kidding? Of course Dad wants to be with you, but you're too old for that."

"Dad, I don't know why, but I've been missing you so much at night lately.
Can you come and keep me company on weekends from now on?"

"Other people's daughters complain that their dads are in the way when they grow up. Honey, why would you think that? By the way, honey,
don't you have a boyfriend? You could have him keep you company." I'd always suspected my daughter had a boyfriend, but I'd never
dared to ask , afraid of getting a definite answer.

"I have, haha, but Dad is still the best." My daughter looked at me as she said this, then her face flushed
slightly before she looked back at the lobster meat in her bowl.

"Can Dad replace a boyfriend?" I was completely bewildered by my daughter's logic.

"Sometimes, yes." My daughter turned her face away from me. I looked at her fair neck and the beautiful curves
of her face , then reached out and gently tugged at her ear. I spoke in my gentlest tone.

"Girl, hurry up and eat, then go home."

(3)

Scene by Yu Xiaoying:

On the way home from school, I sat on the passenger side, lowered the backrest, and lazily stretched out my legs
. I noticed that my dad was looking at me in the rearview mirror and out of the corner of his eye. I kept the stretching posture and looked at my dad in
the rearview mirror My dad looked into my eyes for a while, then awkwardly squeezed out a smile,
reached out and turned up the temperature of the car air conditioner a little, and asked, "Girl, aren't you cold? You're wearing so little."

"No." When I answered, I found that I was still in the stretching posture, with my hands on the
neck of the car seat and my legs stretched out. My legs, which were exposed in large areas because of my shorts, were exposed to my dad's
eyes . I chuckled and sat up, rubbing my thighs with my hands.

"Be careful not to catch a cold." Dad glanced at my thigh, which I was rubbing, and said, "Why didn't you
say goodbye to your boyfriend this time you're coming home?"

"I wanted to come home early to be with you and Mom. I haven't had your cooking in ages. Do you think I've lost weight
?"

I brushed my hair aside on the left side to show Dad my shoulder.

"Alright, alright, when you get home, just ask Mom to cook whatever you want. I've always told you, girls shouldn't be
so skinny. Dad likes girls with a bit of meat on them, a little plump is so nice."

"Dad, you're so annoying! Are you saying I'm not plump enough?" I was both surprised and secretly pleased to hear Dad use

the word "plump" on me.

"No, no, eat well when you get home. Dad loves watching you eat." Dad said.

"I know, Father, I know you like plump
girls. I'll definitely eat my way to a plump beauty this summer and show you!" I said this boldly in one breath, and then unconsciously stuck out my tongue.

"You little devil, what are you saying!" Dad turned around, glaring at me with a smile. I suddenly noticed that
the brackets around his mouth were quite handsome when he smiled. Time had turned the hair at his temples white, but it
had delicate features. The brackets around his lips seemed to me like the icing on the cake.

"Dad, let me light you a cigarette," I said, seeing the cigarettes in the CD case.

"Dad, light it yourself. Can you?"

"I can learn." I took out the cigarettes from the CD case, pulled one out, put the filter in my mouth, and
clumsily lit it with a lighter, taking a puff. I immediately coughed from the smoke.

"Here, don't smoke anymore, sweetie," Dad laughed. "Let Dad light it himself."

"Dad, it's lit!" I fanned the smoke from my mouth and put the cigarette in Dad's mouth, then
casually pinched his chin.

"Thank you, my darling daughter. Do you remember how old you were when you last lit a cigarette for Dad? You
were " Dad said with a touch of happiness. "But you've become less obedient as you've grown up."

"No, Dad..." I suddenly realized it wasn't that I was less obedient, but that I rarely
played anymore.

"Dad, I'm not going anywhere this summer. I'll stay home with you." Then I paused and added, "With Mom.
"

"Hmm, that depends on your actions. You said it yourself, so Dad will keep you at home and won't let
you go out. Are you scared?"

"I'm not scared at all. Let's see what you can do to me, Dad. You can't eat me, can you?" I
said in an increasingly soft voice. My brain started telling me to stick out my tongue, but I didn't. I lowered my head, feeling my face
burning.

"If you don't behave and run around again this summer, Dad will eat you." Dad turned to look at me.

"You just said I was disobedient, so do you want to eat me?" It seemed Dad had calmly
accepted our ambiguous words.

"Alright, sweetie, stop talking and let Daddy drive." Dad leaned forward slightly.

"Dad, you've been driving for over 20 years, why are you worried about disturbing me?" I could sense that Daddy was a little
agitated.

"..." Dad was speechless for a moment. He glanced at me and slowly said, "Honey, go home and take
good care of yourself. Listen to your mother. Of course, Dad won't let you stay at home all summer. Dad
is quite busy too. Go out and play with your classmates and friends when you have time. Just remember to come back before dinner. We'll be home in about half an
hour Honey, take a nap."

Dad took out a copy of Paul Mauriat's music, and the music filled the air. I didn't say anything. I looked out
the car window. The car had already exited the highway and was speeding along a narrow asphalt road leading home. There were
lush trees on both sides. Sunlight dappled through the leaves and glistened through the car window. Dad slowed down.
I rolled down the window and let the gentle warm breeze blow on my chest and hair. I love summer, even when the sun
is blazing and the heat is intense. I love the music from Paul Mauriat's concerto. I especially love having this piano concerto fill
this half-asleep, ambiguous atmosphere. I stretch out my body, my clothes only covering
a third skin. I let my father's gaze fall on me, feeling like a happy hand caressing me.
Slowly, I fall asleep…

Scene Breakdown:

stopped at the railway railing. There would be a long wait before the train passed this junction. I turned to look at
my sleeping daughter beside me. Her soft hair covered half her face, and her smooth face, without makeup, appeared like white jade.>
Flawless, I gazed proudly at my daughter's features. Her long eyelashes still fluttered slightly, her small, pert
nose was perfectly set on her face, and her rosy lips were slightly pouting, just like when she was a child, now
infused with the breath of youth. Ah, I could almost still smell the
lingering .

Twenty to twenty-two is a woman's most beautiful age, usually the last two years of university.
Most experience love, travel, and learning. Before twenty, they seem like buds yet to bloom,
and after graduation, work covers their faces with makeup and a sense of helplessness. I hope to
protect daughter throughout this stage of her life. Now, my daughter curled up beside me like a kitten. Clearly, we've grown
very close. Our conversation on the street earlier stirred up youthful blood within me, blood that flowed into my brain
and also into my lower body. Undeniably, women stimulate my youthful cells and awaken
the little devil within me.

I looked at my daughter's body like I was sizing up a sexy woman. Her white
shoulders were exposed by her tank top, and the way she had flipped her long hair to reveal them earlier was incredibly provocative. I do like voluptuous women
, and I thought my daughter's shoulders should be even fuller, including her breasts. My gaze immediately fell on her
firm breasts; I don't know how many times I'd stolen glances at her alabaster cleavage on the way here. Was this something a father
should be looking at? I watched as my daughter's delicate white hands formed a beautiful shape on her thighs.
Because she was wearing super short shorts, her long, full thighs and a third of her buttocks were directly exposed to me, her
father . My lower body was already uncontrollably bulging in my pants. I couldn't imagine
what I would become if my daughter and I weren't in the car, but in a room where it was just the two of us. How long
could resist the temptation of my daughter's youthful body? I didn't know.

Every daughter is God's punishment for her father.

I looked ahead, the switchboard bell still ringing rhythmically, the carriage filled with my daughter's fragrance. I
felt as if I were back in my youth, with my beloved beside me. I wished the switchboard would stay closed
forever, the train would never come, and time would stand still at this moment, even if tomorrow...

The song on the CD player has been changed to "To S," my favorite song from 10 years ago. The shadow

in your hair

reflects the afternoon light.

The record you wrote on

carries your fragrance. There are

also streetlights and the

long nights in spring.

And black and white photos

are yellowed one by one.

You said you liked

the sound of the wind blowing through the windowpane , and you liked 　　the shady alley

outside my door on cloudy days. 　　You said you liked listening to the rain 　　falling on us, 　　the water making us both 　　feel crazy 　　… 　　My dear daughter, why does your father want to slide into the abyss of ethics with you now…? 　　My daughter has indeed been much better behaved this summer, helping my wife with housework except cooking. My wife is a mahjong addict; except for mealtimes, she spends all her time at the mahjong table. So she gladly accepts our daughter's change, saying that our daughter has grown up and become sensible. 　　My daughter and I have also become much closer, and we've had some physical contact again, though it's just touching her hair, patting her shoulder, and pinching her cheek. Because my wife is at home, the three of us living together has diluted the ambiguity between us and our daughter. One afternoon, 　　the sun was shining brightly and the temperature reached 40 degrees Celsius. My wife, after finishing lunch, went to play mahjong at the neighbor's house in the building ahead, as usual. Only my daughter and I were home. It was a rare day of leisure for me. I was taking a shower in the bathroom when my daughter knocked on the door. 　　"Daddy, are you done? I need to use the toilet," she called from outside. 　　"Don't rush, wait a minute, Daddy will be done soon!" I said, drying myself. "I can't hold it anymore, I'm coming in first , isn't it?"

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