(The Kind and Beautiful Wife - Enhanced Version) (1-26)

First of all, I would like to thank the author: fbn5606417 and all the online writers.
This adaptation of "The Kind and Beautiful Wife" was made at the repeated request of a netizen, and I reluctantly added this sequel.
Due to limited ideas, the plot is inevitably monotonous. Readers are welcome to offer valuable suggestions.
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Chapter 1: My Beautiful Wife
"Oh... Yunxiang... are you clean? Ah—" My wife let out a soft, melodious moan, her head tilting back, revealing the bluish veins bulging
on her slender, swan-like neck , her long eyelashes trembling slightly. "Hmm... I already washed..." I mumbled in response, my lips nibbling and kissing 　　her beautiful oval face . 　　My wife, Mu Rouxue, is a very clean woman. Even when we are intimate, she insists that I shower first, especially carefully washing my penis, even though we always wear a condom. Even our first time was with a condom . 　　My emotions had already reached the peak of passion. The thought of an upcoming long business trip fueled my heightened libido. My 180cm frame pressed against my wife's 175cm voluptuous body, rubbing and undulating. 　　Her body was soft as cotton, yet incredibly elastic. The powerful force of my weight against hers felt as if every cell in her body was being dissolved into mine, while every cell in mine felt the throbbing within her and the passion flowing beneath our bodies. 　　My 25-year-old wife had developed her most beautiful features perfectly—curved in all the right places, perky in all the right places—she was practically the template for a woman's perfect figure. This perfect body of hers belonged only to me, designed by heaven just for me; every curve and contour of her body perfectly matched the curves and contours of mine. 　　My wife's arms clung tightly to my waist, her smooth flesh writhing beneath me as if struggling under the weight. With each twist, I could feel her full breasts rolling against my chest like warm water bottles— the sensation was indescribable. 　　I pressed my body against my wife's smooth, oil-like flesh, shrinking down until my head was buried in her chest. I grasped one of her proud 34C teardrop-shaped breasts, round, full, and firm, a sight that would make any man drool. I opened my mouth wide and began to suckle, almost swallowing her pink nipple and areola entirely … 　　I knelt up, spreading my wife's long, slender, white legs apart and placing them on my shoulders. Her long legs were both strong and incredibly fair and delicate, with visible blue capillaries on the inner thighs. Against the backdrop of her pale , pink legs, her rosy vulva stood out even more. The skin on her inner thighs stretched, revealing plump, white labia majora and tender, wrinkled labia minora, free of pigmentation and pubic hair, parted to reveal a deep, pinkish cavity. 　　I looked up at my wife, who lay on her back in such a seductive and alluring position, her fair skin glowing with a rosy hue, her perfect S-shaped figure like an ivory-carved goddess—generous, dignified, gentle, and serene , all qualities that inspire deep adoration in any man. 　　My wife's labia were already wet. I parted her labia and slowly inserted myself. 　　"Ah, oh—gently, husband…it hurts…" 　　My wife gasped, her head involuntarily tilting back, her delicate eyebrows furrowing, her legs trembling, her smooth abdomen taut. 　　I really don't understand. We've been making love for over a year, and every time I enter her, she cries out in pain, no matter how much foreplay or how much lubrication she has. And my penis is only of average size by Chinese standards. Every time I squeeze into my wife's tight passage, she cries out in pain, which satisfies my male ego. 　　To be honest, when I first met my wife, looking at her tall and slender figure of 175cm, I couldn't help but think of the phrase "tall, big breasts, wide vagina," and I was worried that I wouldn't be able to satisfy her. But now I realize that was all unnecessary. "Tall, big breasts, tight vagina" is more suitable for my wife, Rouxue. 　　Luckily, my wife chose me. If she had chosen someone with a huge penis like the men in porn movies, I don't know how she would have survived. I shook my head sharply, throwing away that lewd thought, and slowly began to move back and forth. 　　"Mmm—mmm…ah—" 　　I hugged my wife tightly, skillfully and gently entering and exiting her graceful, snow-white body, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes heavy, sometimes light. Compared to a year ago, I am much more experienced now, all honed on this . 　　I sucked on one of my wife's rosy, firm nipples, moving it continuously, influencing the movements of her entire body. 　　My wife's body trembled involuntarily, low moans escaping her throat as she swayed her full hips in rhythm with my movements. 　　Rouxue was truly a good wife. Whether my movements were fast or slow, heavy or light, whether the positions were the same or new, she always so considerately cooperated, appearing completely content. 　　I preferred to have my wife beneath me. This way, I could fully utilize my physical advantages: my 180cm height and 90kg weight allowed me to completely and firmly cover my wife's 175cm height and 55kg full, slender body. I could fully experience the pride of a man dominating a woman. With each thrust, my wife's waist trembled, her breasts heaved, and she cried out softly. At that moment, her alluring and seductive state was, of course, fully appreciated by me. I enjoyed watching my wife's movements beneath me 　　with an appreciative eye . In my eyes, only my wife could perform lovemaking to its fullest extent. 　　At this moment, in bed, my wife had completely shed her usual refined and elegant demeanor. Her noble bearing, graceful and incredibly sexy body and face now held a wanton and yearning expression. Her eyes shone with a wantonness that would , captivating and mesmerizing. Her moans, laced with passion and sensuality, opened every pore of my body, igniting an endless fire of desire within every cell. 　　I gradually increased the speed of my penetration, feeling the warm, moist embrace of her lower body, feeling her purity and softness; I felt the intensity of her desire, and also her shy acceptance. Looking at...

As my wife writhed ecstatically with each thrust, I experienced a powerful
sense of conquest and visual pleasure as a man.
Driven by my powerful body, she had completely lost her previous shyness, responding to my thrusts and
offering herself completely, letting her body be ravaged.
Then, I slowed down.
"Ah…no, don't stop…oh, husband…don't stop…"
"Rou'er, is it good?"
"Mmm…" my wife moaned.
"Scream louder, be more unrestrained…okay?" I craved not only physical stimulation but also
auditory stimulation.
"Mmm…ah, ah—oh…"
Though it was just a simple "mmm ah," the moans from my wife's mouth were incredibly alluring, each one
delicate and seductive . The speed and rhythm of the "mmm ah" alone created such rich music. My wife groaned loudly
, her slender waist twisting from side to side, her snow-white buttocks heaving rapidly, and her full
breasts, which were originally like red beans, swelled up and trembled with each thrust. At this moment, my wife had
completely lost semblance of the pure and elegant demeanor she usually possessed as a beautiful teacher; she was nothing but a wanton harlot!
"Rou'er, you're such a sexy darling. When you get horny, any man would be captivated by you."
Her body arched like a bow, her white legs convulsing violently…
"Mmm…husband, give it to me…" My wife couldn't resist the lust within her and cried out uncontrollably,
groaning.
"Rou'er, moan even more seductively, say 'Fuck me!'…Say it loudly…I'm a slut, fuck
me to death!…" I teased my thirsty wife.
"...I...ah...husband, ah..."
"Rou'er, scream, scream now, and I'll give it to you."
"I—, ah...husband, I, I...ah...I, I'm a slut, fuck me...um,
ah—fuck me to death..." My wife, who was usually a model teacher, could no longer bear it, loudly uttering
words she found difficult to say, moaning passionately, like a seasoned prostitute, incredibly lewd and alluring.
I felt a sense of accomplishment, and thrust into my wife's body again, pounding rapidly.
Under my powerful thrusts, my wife let out beautiful moans and cries, like heavenly music, her eyes slightly open, her
pleading gaze filled with adoration and happiness. In coordination with my fierce attacks, she constantly opened and closed her
body, letting the pleasure in her body rise wildly, to meet the climax she longed for.
More than ten minutes of non-stop rapid thrusting almost exhausted my strength, making me a little unable to hold on. I
collapsed on my wife's full and alluring body, patting her large, round, plump buttocks.
My wife, understanding, carefully rolled over onto me, changing to a woman-on-top position. Compared to the missionary
position, my wife, as soft as water, preferred the woman-on-top position in bed. This
allowed her supple, water-like body to dance freely on me, flowing like water. In her
own words, this position allowed her to stretch and release herself completely.
I, too, enjoyed the pleasure my wife's movements brought. I could simply enjoy it without making any movements,
or freely explore the curves of her body with my hands and feet.
My wife raised her round, full buttocks and carefully guided my erect penis into her .
Instead of immediately thrusting, she sat quietly on my lap, her hands on my chest and abdomen,
beginning to move, helping me relieve my earlier fatigue.
What an understanding and beautiful wife!
My wife's slender hands moved up and down, her spring-like fingers bringing a unique sensation, like playing
a beautiful melody. I wonder if it's because my wife has played the piano since she was a child, but her slender, delicate
fingers played so beautifully, with clear rhythms, like a live performance. One moment it was Beethoven's "Fate," the
next Mozart's "Don Giovanni," then Liszt's style, and then Haydn's tempo. I, lying on my
back, hummed with pleasure as she played.
Seeing me relax, my wife leaned over me, her 34C teardrop-shaped breasts
pressing , rubbing against me in circles. Her large, round, full-moon-shaped buttocks rose and fell rhythmically.
At first, her movements were small, but each thrust was intense. She pressed tightly against my
genitals , the intense friction sending a powerful jolt of pleasure through her clitoris. The copious secretions moistened our
pubic hair, minimizing friction.
My wife's warm vaginal canal seemed alive, enveloping my penis, refusing to relax, automatically contracting and releasing,
attacking it with each contraction and relaxation.
My wife's vaginal canal was overflowing with love juice, soaking my pubic hair and scrotum. Yet, the canal
remained miraculously tight, as if a tiny mouth were sucking inside. I couldn't bear the stimulation and desperately pushed
my wife off me. She understood and sat up straight. Her body rose and fell, her two white, full
breasts swaying like flowers in a downpour.
After a while, she leaned back, supporting her upper body with her hands and her
lower , and began to move her large, beautiful buttocks more vigorously, rubbing her vaginal walls more intensely against my penis.
The sound of her breasts swaying up and down, and the sound of her buttocks slapping against my thighs, was so beautiful that I was deeply
intoxicated by wave after wave of sensation.
"Mmm... darling... honey... do you like this...?" my wife gasped, her words
muffled , punctuated by intense moans.
My wife danced passionately on me, like a wild, beautiful, and alluring modern dance. Only a young woman
in , could move so romantically and innocently in bed.
I looked up at my wife on top of me; besides her pretty face, she had a full and healthy figure. What captivated
me most was the way her breasts were now, so high and firm, swaying with incredible elasticity, bouncing
freely .
Her white, high breasts had soft, rounded lines, perfectly formed, with beautiful curves, creating a pair of
perfect circles. But these circles weren't simply geometric; rather, the fullness of her breasts
caused a moderate protrusion in the lower part of her breasts, the curves of which were beautiful, rounded, and firm, provocatively alluring.
Beautiful teardrop shape!
And the height of her breasts is just right; any lower and it would be pretty but not beautiful; any higher
and it would be too sexy and ruin the elegance.
My wife is truly the most beautiful of all women. Unlike other women,
whose breasts sag under their own weight when they straighten their upper body without the support of a bra, my wife's full and ample breasts
maintain such a beautiful shape, with her nipples slightly erect, lively and vibrant.
I reached out and grabbed my wife's two firm and full breasts, kneading them wantonly. I knew
that only at this moment could I fully enjoy my wife's breasts in the heat of desire. My usually delicate wife could never withstand
my rough handling of her breasts, and I would never do that.
In my hands, my wife's breasts were like two water-filled balloons, unbelievably soft,
easily kneaded into various shapes. Sometimes they were pressed flat; sometimes stretched into long
strips; sometimes pinched deeply from the center, forming a gourd shape, wider at the bottom and narrower at the top; sometimes they were
grasped completely, the snow-white flesh squeezing out between my fingers…
My wife showed no pain or discomfort on her face, but rather an expression of satisfaction. Her red lips parted constantly
, emitting soft moans, like the most beautiful sounds in the world. Her hazy eyes and wild passion
were like the most beautiful painting on earth.
I doubt anyone could imagine that this beautiful teacher, so noble, elegant, pure, and serene on the outside,
would be so intoxicated and unrestrained in bed. My wife clung to me like a snake, wriggling and
rubbing against me, her long hair swinging in the air.
Anyone who saw this scene would be utterly astonished, but unfortunately, only I, Shen Yunxiang,
could appreciate and enjoy this beauty.
But I never imagined that a few months later, all of this would no longer belong to me!

Chapter Two: The Secret of the "Foreign Horse"
I released my wife's breasts. They immediately bounced back to their previous shape, standing tall and erect,
only much larger than before, appearing even heavier. I knew this was
a physiological reaction of my wife's excitement; her teardrop-shaped breasts swelled into round, plump bulges, almost bursting, trembling slightly.
I patted my wife's full buttocks, and she understood, turning 180 degrees around me, leaning forward, her hands
gripping my ankles, her back to me, her upper body still, using only the power of her waist to rotate her large, full buttocks
in circles , beginning to rub
against my pubic hair, giving my penis a rotating pleasure. If I only described it, no one could imagine that my wife's slender waist possessed such powerful explosive force.
It propelled her large, white buttocks to rotate and grind at a high speed with a lightness and agility completely disproportionate to their size.
My wife's technique of sometimes rotating and sometimes moving up and down slowly led my body into a strange and unprecedented state.
My wife's pubic hair removal technique has improved even further. For someone as intelligent as her, it's a piece of cake.
She learned this technique last month when I dragged my shy wife along to watch Japanese adult films. True to her
teacherly nature, she picked it up immediately and mastered the skills.
I lay comfortably on the bed, enjoying the pleasure my wife's pubic hair removal brought.
Looking at her from behind, her slender, smooth, rounded back was exceptionally white and delicate. The ridge formed by her spine
created a beautiful arc, winding down to where her back and buttocks met, disappearing into that alluring
cleft . Her two tender, high, plump buttocks were almost split in two by the penis thrusting into them from behind, bringing
out bursts of warm, wet spray.
The curves of my wife's body undulated dramatically like flowing water, yet remained proportionate, radiating the beauty of
youth . My wife's thighs were firm and rounded, long and straight, her large, rounded buttocks
forming an astonishing curve that connected to her slender waist in an exaggerated arc. High and rounded, her hips undulated dramatically with each
movement. From behind, my wife really looked like…like a Western woman!
I suddenly remembered the nickname men gave her behind her back—"Western Woman"!
Indeed, she resembled her in appearance! But not in spirit!
In fact, although my wife was 175cm tall, she possessed an exceptionally delicate and graceful appearance. Her beautiful oval face and
pointed chin exuded a confident, noble, and serene aura. This wasn't a deliberate act, but rather a result of her rich and understated
family background.
Her father was the director of a top-tier hospital in the city, and her mother was a professor at a prestigious university; their family was very
well-off. My wife received an excellent education from a young age, and was knowledgeable, reasonable, gentle, and virtuous.
She was a middle school teacher at a century-old prestigious school, a profession that further enhanced her scholarly
air.
Being called a "foreign horse" (a derogatory term for a woman with large breasts and hips) is not only due to my wife's height, but also undoubtedly related to her ample bust and hips.
My wife's bust is 92 dm and her hips are 94 dm .
What appears to be a large bust and hips to outsiders is, in my opinion, largely due to her 62 dm waist! Her slender waist creates a strong visual illusion.
While my wife's bust and hip measurements aren't the largest among Chinese women, I dare say her waist and leg length are
among the thinnest and longest.
Her waist is incredibly slender, barely a handful, with shallow and wide pelvis, and her round, firm buttocks are divided into two semicircles
that curve backward. The waist widens abruptly at the hips, further emphasizing her wasp waist and round hips. Below her curves are two straight
, well-proportioned long legs, perfectly proportioned at 0.618. Her full thighs are not thick, without an ounce of excess fat,
slender and round like two jade pillars extending to her knees. The transition between her hips and legs is abrupt, emphasizing the roundness and fullness of her large bottom. Unlike
some tall, slender girls whose legs appear long and thin from the front but turn into inverted triangles from the side,
her legs are wider and flatter towards the top.
My wife's calves are very straight, fitting perfectly together. She was a model in college, and she's one of the few models who could hold a book between
her calves without it falling. The muscles in her calves are well-developed, and in high heels, the beautiful
curves of her calves are even more pronounced.
Full breasts, a slender waist, plump hips, and long legs—that's probably where my wife's nickname "Big Foreign Horse" comes from.
In my hometown, "Big Foreign Horse" describes a tall, strong, and beautiful woman. Even though my wife's appearance is similar,
her personality is different. My wife is too kind; she has compassion for both people and small animals. Her kindness makes me
suspect she's an angel of love fallen to earth, dedicating herself to anyone she encounters who needs help.
Love.
I still clearly remember my first date with my wife. It was July 28, 2010.
My father 's benefactor had introduced me to a friend's daughter.
Waiting in the park where we first met, I was in high spirits and casually gave 10 yuan to
an old beggar holding a cup.
My father's friend reminded me that his friend's daughter was approaching from a distance.
The moment I saw my wife, I fell in love with her—absolutely love at first sight. My wife walked
gracefully , her tall figure of 1.75 meters, her shoulder-length hair, and her clear, innocent eyes sent a shiver down my
spine. I absolutely do not deny that there was a sexual element to it; her breasts were undeniably full, and in the midsummer heat, her thin
shirt clearly outlined their curves.
The old beggar, leaving us, aimlessly begged against the flow of people, while
well- men and women covered their noses and avoided the smelly old beggar.
Only my wife stopped, her face full of pity and sympathy, and without hesitation opened her handbag and gave all the change
to the old beggar.
After my father's family friend introduced us, my wife and I were left alone.
I will never forget the feeling of facing Rouxue up close for the first time—oppression! An oppressive feeling that made it hard to breathe!
The first impression was oppressive beauty! She was as beautiful as a goddess untouched by worldly affairs!
The second impression was oppressive height! Rouxue, who was 175cm tall, was wearing heels that day that were at least six or seven centimeters
high ! Tall women naturally appear tall, and with high heels, I had to look up at her.
The third impression was oppressive sexiness! I tried my best to suppress my desire! That day, Rouxue was wearing high heels
with jeans! Only a tall woman like her would dare to wear that! And they were low-waisted, high-stretch jeans! Her
full curves and long legs were clearly shown. Her entire genital area was tightly bound, outlining her figure.
Her low waist revealed a glimpse of her snow-white belly. As she walked, her hips swayed from side to side, the mysterious triangle area
sparking the imagination.
From behind, it was even more alluring; her full, rounded buttocks were taut and arched back by her jeans. Her buttocks
were widely parted, the jeans digging deep into them. Wearing high heels, her calves were straight, causing her buttocks to
involuntarily arch backward, making them seem ready for rear-entry at any moment.
That day, my heart nearly leaped out of my throat; I felt my blood surging and pounding through my body,
unable to reconcile the almost divine purity I held for her with such a voluptuous body and my own burgeoning lust.
During our conversation, I couldn't help but fantasize about Rou Xue's most private parts beneath the rough fabric.
She must have pubic hair, right? What shape would that pubic hair take? If her genitals were completely shaved,
how breathtaking that patch of black hair on her fair, plump skin would be… and so on. I ridiculously speculated about
these pointless and superfluous questions.
That day, I chatted with Rouxue for less than an hour before she politely said she had to leave and declined
my offer to escort her.
Even after I got home, I wasn't sure if Rouxue would be interested in me. At the time, she
had no fewer than a hundred men pursuing her, some offering houses, some cars, while what did I have? An ordinary family background, an ordinary
office worker.
I couldn't tell from Rouxue's indifferent expression whether I had any hope! I hesitated for several days before finally mustering the courage to
text Rouxue and ask her out for coffee. To my surprise, she readily agreed.
At that moment, I truly felt like the happiest man in the world! A goddess had favored me! And my girlfriend
eventually became my wife!
My proud wife rejected the temptations of other men's money and chose to marry me, an ordinary man. Therefore, I
cherished my wife even more and obeyed her every command.
Later, I asked my wife why she chose me. In her words, she chose me because she saw me
giving alms to an old beggar, and thus developed a liking for me at first sight. At the same time, my mother-in-law also had a good impression of me.
"Mmm—" My wife's moans and grinding movements grew louder, waking me from my past memories.
I knew she was on the verge of collapse.
Her ample, round buttocks, which had been grinding in circles, began to move rapidly up and down, slapping against my thighs with loud
"slap" sounds.
I instinctively grabbed her full, high-perched buttocks with one hand and began to knead them vigorously. The feel was
incredible—smooth, delicate, and incredibly smooth, like a peeled hard-boiled egg, slippery and
incredibly elastic.
With my other hand, I inserted a finger into my beautiful wife's delicate anus. My finger, coated in her love juice, was exceptionally
slippery . Inserting it into her warm anus felt incredibly tight, the contractions gripping my finger so tightly it couldn't move.
My wife's sexy buttocks involuntarily arched slightly, allowing my finger to penetrate deeper, while her
rapidly heaving buttocks swallowed and released my hard penis.
My wife is a traditional girl from a respectable family, four years younger than me. Although she has a lively and cheerful personality, she is cautious and reserved when it comes to matters
of the heart . In our past relationship,
she always carefully maintained boundaries. From my first date to our first kiss, it took a full three months. Now, she's so gentle and
cooperative ; it's truly admirable!
My brain is numbed by waves of pleasure. The pleasure in my penis washes over
every cell of my body like ocean water. I squeeze and knead my wife's large buttocks harder, my fingers probing her anus more vigorously , eliciting soft moans from her
. Her anus clenches even tighter, and the moonlight streams in, illuminating her alabaster-
like body, making her appear exceptionally alluring and seductive.
Listening to my wife's soft, Suzhou-accented Mandarin; smelling
the delicate ; looking at her full, smooth body and her beautiful, mesmerizing curves... I
felt like a god, my heart soaring with excitement. I possessed boundless joy, boundless passion
, and an unparalleled sense of conquest.
Finally, my wife and I reached the climax of our lovemaking.
"I need to shower," my wife finally said, getting up naked and walking into the master bathroom. "I feel
so dirty!"
This had been her habit for over a year; she always had to shower after making love, the hot water from the showerhead...
I carefully washed my genitals for quite a while. I even jokingly wondered if my wife was a bit of a germaphobe.
I couldn't imagine what she would do if my penis went straight into her vagina without a condom. To be honest,
for over a year, I had never experienced direct penetration; it always had to be through a thin membrane.
My wife was always afraid of accidentally getting pregnant, and she wasn't ready to be a mother yet. So I had to use a condom,
even the first time. I love my wife, and I always obey her.
My wife gracefully scooped water to bathe, her slender yet voluptuous body, snow-white, swaying beautifully,
her curves flowing softly into mesmerizing poses.
If I weren't so weak, I would have loved to pounce on her again.
When I finished washing, my wife lay sprawled on the bed like a little lamb.
"Rou'er, I need to discuss something with you..." I said, embracing my wife.
My company was launching a new project in another city, and they decided to assign me to be in charge. This was
a great opportunity for promotion and a raise. Although we weren't short of money, my wife's family was very well-off,
and as a man, I always hoped to achieve something in my career so I could be worthy of her. Therefore, I decided to obey
the company's arrangements.
I slowly told my wife about my business trip.
She looked somewhat disappointed and unhappy. Although she was reluctant for me to be away from home for so long, she
was always understanding and respected my wishes, so she had no choice but to agree.
"When are you planning to leave?" my wife asked sadly.
"Just these next two days… Rou'er, I'm so sorry!" I said guiltily to my wife.
"It's okay, a man should have his own career…" my wife tried to smile and comfort me.
I was moved and hugged my wife's smooth body tightly. Marrying such a kind and beautiful wife was truly
a blessing I had accumulated over several lifetimes.
"Rou'er, let's have a child after this business trip! I'm already 29 this year…" I gently stroked my wife's smooth, flat belly, as if I could see our new life growing inside. "I really want
to enjoy the right to have unprotected sex... okay?"
"Yunxiang, let's wait a few more years, okay?" My wife pouted, refusing in a coquettish way. "I don't
want to have a child so early like Mom did."
"Oh... okay." I always obey my wife.
"Honey, you're so good!" My wife hugged my neck and kissed me hard on the cheek. The intense
sex had made my wife fall asleep quickly and happily.
But I couldn't fall asleep for a while.
"I don't want to have a child so early like Mom did." My mother-in-law did give birth to my wife quite early. My mother-in-law is
44 years old this year, and she gave birth to Rouxue when she was 19. My father-in-law is 59 years old this year.
In the conservative 1980s, my mother-in-law, a 19-year-old female college student, and my father-in-law, 34 years old, had Rouxue.
It must have been a huge scandal at the time. I wonder what kind of
passionate Unfortunately, my mother-in-law and father-in-law never talked about their story. When my wife and I curiously pressed them for answers, my mother-in-law and
father-in-law both just smiled and remained silent.
What puzzled me even more was that my wife took her mother's surname, Mu Yu.
My father-in-law explained that it was because my wife's mother came from a prestigious family that had been dedicated to education for generations,
earning a family of educators. Furthermore, they were the only sons in their family for generations, so my wife took her mother's surname.
But my father-in-law also came from a prominent family, with only one son in three generations!
My mother-in-law is a professor, naturally exuding a noble and serious teacher's aura.
Even my father-in-law, who is the dean of the college, is completely under her thumb at home.
Could it be that out of respect for my mother-in-law, my wife had to take her surname?
I had already experienced my mother-in-law's authority firsthand, as she was my university professor!
It was precisely because of this relationship that my mother-in-law trusted me with my wife. In her words, Rou Xue
was too kind ! Too easily deceived; only someone she knew well could be trusted.
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Chapter 3: Mother-in-law Mu Yu

Early morning, I drew back the curtains, and the bedroom was instantly bright; I opened the window, and the fresh air invigorated me, even though I was naked
. Through the open window, I could vaguely see figures moving on the balcony of the villa across the street.
"Husband, lie down a little longer, I'll go prepare breakfast for you..."
My wife is always gentle and considerate, without a trace of the arrogance of a rich family's daughter.
I lay blissfully in bed, waiting for my wife to prepare breakfast
. Having such a kind and beautiful wife is enough for this lifetime!
Every time we make love, I'm exhausted, so I need to rest well. The title of "three times a night" is definitely
not for me, and I know I'm not particularly strong in bed, and I'm definitely inferior to others, but what does it matter?
My wife is very tolerant, that's enough!
I turned on the TV and flipped through the channels with the remote. On the financial channel, a
special . The interviewee was my wife's mother, Mu Yu, my mother-in-law, and my professor from university.
On screen, my mother-in-law appeared even more mature and dignified, exuding an elegant feminine charm.
My wife and mother-in-law look very alike, except my mother-in-law is shorter than my wife. My wife's 34C teardrop-shaped breasts,
slender waist, full hips, and fair skin are all inherited from my mother-in-law. Time seems to have been exceptionally kind to my mother-in-law. Although
she, at 44, deliberately dresses in a mature and sophisticated manner, she still looks like a woman in her early thirties.
I remember once my wife insisted that my mother-in-law wear her youthful and sexy clothes, put on makeup, and go shopping
with . That day on the street, nine and a half out of ten people mistook my mother-in-law and wife for a pair of beautiful
sisters!
My mother-in-law possesses a kind of approachable charm that makes people want to get close to her; perhaps this is an important reason why she became a renowned doctoral supervisor in her field
. My wife, a middle school teacher, naturally inherited this approachable charm.
The way she recites poems to the children is captivating, like a fairy descending to earth.
Although she deliberately dresses in a more mature style, my mother-in-law on screen looks no more than thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old, with fair skin...
She wore exquisite gold-rimmed glasses on her oval face, exuding elegance and captivating charm.
I stared at my mother-in-law on the screen. Although she was over forty, her skin was still remarkably fair, and her figure remained
excellent, with full breasts displaying ripe, full curves. She radiated a noble air that stirred
my imagination ; in her youth, she was certainly no less beautiful than my wife. Even now, she possessed an immense
allure, captivating every man watching!
In the program, my mother-in-law, with her elegant voice, accurately and wisely analyzed the current economic situation, trends, and countermeasures,
leaving the mayor, also a guest on the interview, full of praise.
The program was originally designed to explore the differing viewpoints and conflicts between academics and economists regarding the current economic situation.
However, unexpectedly, halfway through the program, the mayor, representing the economics, sided with my mother-in-law,
representing .
Despite being a seasoned official and usually composed, the mayor, in his fifties, couldn't help but reveal
admiration and respect for my mother-in-law in his eyes. This admiration, besides stemming from her intellectual knowledge, also contained a significant sexual element!
Every man who has met his mother-in-law and admires her has a sexual element in his consciousness! It's just a matter of
degree !
I'm no exception!
Under the summer blanket, my penis, limp from last night's intense encounter, is already proudly erect! Just like when I first met my mother-in-law
in college!
In 2003, at 19, I finally entered the School of Economics and Management at Z University, a nationally renowned institution.
On the first day of Market Economics class, my roommates and I rushed to the lecture hall early, scrambling for front-row seats,
but even with our efforts, we only managed to get seats in the middle. The seats in the middle and near the front were basically all taken by the boys.
Because everyone wanted to catch a glimpse of the beautiful Professor Mu Yu!
At the orientation for new students, we, the freshmen of the School of Economics and Management, learned from the upperclassmen about the beautiful and elegant Professor Mu Yu.
The 35-year-old Professor Mu was the most famous professor at Z University, not only because of her profound knowledge, but also because of
her beauty!
It is said that when Professor Mu first arrived at Z University, she was still a lecturer. The unmarried and even married male teachers at Z University
chanted the slogan, "Marry Mu Yu!" and openly challenged each other to see who could win over Lecturer Mu Yu first!
Lecturer Mu Yu smiled nonchalantly at the teachers' frenzied pursuit, explaining that she was already married and
her children were in school. But no one believed her until Mu Yu brought her beautiful 7-year-old daughter, Mu Rouxue, which stopped
the crazy pursuit.
However, according to the well-informed senior students, while the male teachers at Z University openly challenged each other to see who could
win over Lecturer Mu Yu first, now they secretly agreed to see who could ultimately sleep with Professor Mu Yu!
Rumors circulated that some high-ranking officials at the university tried to use underhanded tactics to get close to Professor Mu Yu but were humiliated and left empty-handed!
Some even tried to use drugging and rape to get close to Professor Mu Yu, but ultimately dared not carry out the plan after considering the consequences.
This is because Professor Mu Yu's husband, the director of a top-tier hospital, and a central-level leader, all have to queue up to see her
for treatment ! Although Professor Mu Yu's husband doesn't wield absolute power, which provincial or municipal leader would dare offend him!
"Freshmen! Get ready to masturbate!" This was the advice the upperclassmen gave us at the end of the orientation!
Now, everyone is eagerly anticipating Professor Mu Yu's class, with some male students from other departments even pretending to attend.
"Wow—" A gasp of surprise involuntarily escaped the lecture hall as Professor Mu Yu walked towards the podium.
Wearing small, exquisite glasses, Professor Mu Yu was elegant, quiet, and graceful. She wore a black satin
blouse with a silver-white belted skirt, showcasing her beautiful figure and exuding the wisdom and charm of an intellectual woman.
At 35, Professor Mu Yu looked like she was in her late twenties. The years may have taken away her youth, but they
couldn't take away her beauty. An intellectual woman is like a constantly polished jade, like a quietly blooming flower—unassuming,
not arrogant, not haughty. Her composure, confidence, wisdom, and hidden allure remain
captivating .
Professor Mu Yu remained calm and composed in the face of our praise, clearly accustomed to such surprise. She
gracefully opened her lecture notes and began her lecture.
I remember nothing of what she said, and I suspect the others did too.
My eyes were glued to her every move; on the podium, she
exuded elegance, charm, and sex appeal.
Elegance was a refined quality. Professor Mu Yu's calm and serene demeanor was something a young girl couldn't imitate
.
Charm was a mature charm, a graceful allure only a young woman possesses. Truly captivating charm is
dignified, not flirtatious. Professor Mu Yu embodied that dignified charm.
Sex appeal was a comparison to her figure: approximately 1.65 to 1.66 meters tall,
wearing white mid-heeled sandals, which accentuated her slender frame. Her breasts, while not large, were at least a C-
cup, proudly displayed. Her waist was exceptionally slender, as if one hand could encircle it. Furthermore, her neck,
fingers , and legs were all remarkably long. She stood before the lecture hall like a graceful swan.
That lesson, my penis remained erect for the entire class!
That night, hiding under the covers in my dormitory, I masturbated for the first time in my life, all for Professor Mu Yu. That night, I
could vaguely hear the movements of my five other roommates; they were also secretly masturbating for Professor Mu Yu!
How many young men spent that night imagining Professor Mu Yu's beauty and sexiness while masturbating?
From then on, I fell into a deep infatuation with Professor Mu Yu, obsessed with everything about her.
In this complex world, the beautiful Professor Mu Yu is a poem, a painting,
the condensation of the universe's spiritual essence, and a masterpiece of God.
Professor Mu Yu possessed an intoxicating aura, like listening to the sound of a flute, smelling roses, lying on a thick velvet blanket,
as sweet as water, as misty as a dream, enveloping me…
Every step she took, every stretch, every flick of her hair, every glance… was like flowing honey, rippling water…
Professor Mu Yu had the appearance of a flower, the voice of a bird, the spirit of the moon, the grace of a willow, the bones of jade, the
posture of autumn water, and the heart of poetry. Her static beauty was elegant and refined, vibrant and noble, pure and serene, with a
heart of jade and ice; while her dynamic beauty was light and graceful, charming and alluring, like a startled crane, her laughter fragrant.
Her entire being exuded a fragrant aroma and a beautiful rhythm.
For a man, every aspect of Professor Mu Yu could be worthy of poetry, painting, and dreams.
Because of Professor Mu Yu, I didn't go to dance halls or internet cafes for four years of university, and I excelled in every subject. There was no question
of dating. All I wanted was a word of praise from Professor Mu Yu: "Shen Yunxiang is a down-to-earth,
steady , and studious boy—a good kid!"
It was my excellent performance during those four years that made Professor Mu Yu remember me. Unbeknownst to me, this
planted the seeds for my future happiness.
In 2010, by chance, my father's family friend had contact with Professor Mu Yu and inadvertently acted as a matchmaker.
Professor Mu Yu heard my name and realized I was the steady and studious Shen Yunxiang from back then. I passed Professor Mu Yu
's , and then she agreed to let her daughter meet and date me to see if she
had any feelings for me.
Thank God, that day, my casual act of giving ten yuan to an old beggar was seen by Mu Rouxue from afar
. In the kind eyes of Rouxue, I made a good first impression.
Kind-hearted Rouxue accepted me and became my wife because of my unintentional act of kindness.
Besides my mother-in-law's approval, the key to defeating hundreds of competitors was my wife's kindness.
Her kindness stemmed from her mother; I remember during my university years, her mother-in-law used almost all of her salary to help impoverished
students. My wife inherited her mother's kindness, but she was even kinder.
She would feel sorry for an injured cat or dog on the street and stop to help.
I was grateful to have married such a kind wife, but I never imagined that it would be her kindness that would push me into an abyss of
shame ! No one could have imagined that my mother-in-law's kindness would sow the seeds of future tragedy!
I was watching TV, still reminiscing about my university days.
"Yunxiang, get up and eat," my wife called as she entered the bedroom.
"Oh…coming…" I hurriedly covered my genitals with the summer blanket, because watching my mother-in-law on TV
had caused my previously limp penis to become erect, and a little fluid had leaked out.
"You're watching Mom's financial talk show? No wonder you're so focused... By the way, Yunxiang, you're going on a
long business trip this time, how about we go have dinner with Mom and Dad before you leave?" "
Okay, of course!" Luckily, Rouxue didn't notice anything unusual about my lower body.
My wife considerately brought me my clothes; her alluring body under her loungewear was incredibly tempting. I pulled
her down onto the bed, my hand reaching for her soft breasts.
"Ah...no..."
My wife's body trembled slightly, letting out a soft moan. I didn't say anything, burying my head
in her firm breasts, sucking on them, my mind still on my elegant mother-in-law from the TV.
My wife struggled a couple of times, her soft body tensing, her breathing becoming rapid. I sensed these
subtle changes, took off her loungewear, and leaned over her, embracing her warm, soft body.
After a few twists, my wife wrapped her arms around my neck, letting out a soft moan.
"Oh...honey, you're already wanting it?... "
I skillfully conquered her... "
"...Condom! Honey! Condom! You're not wearing one..."
After only seven or eight thrusts, I had to put on the latex again and start pounding in again. After a fierce struggle,
I flipped her over forcefully, and my wife, like a struggling white horse, stood on top of me.
"Honey, close the curtains! Someone will see us..." My wife's snow-white body swayed,
her eyes tightly closed, panting heavily. I still didn't answer, but continued to thrust my lower body rhythmically, while
turning my head to look out the window. I wondered if anyone across the street could see the enchanting spring scene in this room? Would they
see this beautiful body falling into a daze, rising and falling? Would they recognize this enchanting harlot
as the most elegant and outstanding female teacher at the city's No. 1 High School?
I struggled to control my burgeoning desire, pushing the female teacher to the peak of ecstasy time and again. Finally
, after a drawn-out moan from her, the bedroom fell silent.
I kissed the smooth forehead of her body pressed against my chest.
My wife glanced at me with seductive eyes: "You rascal, so amazing... You're such a pervert, why didn't you close
the window ?"
I smiled slightly: "Who can see? It's so far away. But if they could, they'd probably have a
heart attack."
My wife giggled twice: "Are you trying to kill yourself, letting others see your wife!"
My wife snuggled closer, lying in my arms, her delicate oval face tilted back, her innocent eyes
slightly narrowed, her slender arms like morning glory tendrils, entwining around my neck, her voice sweet and coquettish, as if
her tongue couldn't bend.
"Honey, you were really amazing just now... Hehe."
I chuckled foolishly, not answering. My mother-in-law's interview program on TV had just ended.
Chapter Four: The Old Beggar
After breakfast, Rouxue went into the bedroom to change clothes for work, and I, as usual, cleared the table.
When I returned to the bedroom, the scene before me made my blood boil. Rouxue was wearing a white V-neck
tight-fitting sweater, which perfectly accentuated her large, round, teardrop-shaped breasts, with a deep cleavage that was incredibly
alluring.
She wore a black apron-style short skirt that tightly hugged her plump buttocks, making them appear even larger and more
upturned.
Combined with her slender waist, her S-shaped figure was incredibly sexy and perfect.
At that moment, I could no longer restrain myself and immediately pounced on my wife, tightly embracing her from behind. My hands
kneaded . Because her dress had a low neckline, I casually pulled down her collar,
revealing a pair of snow-white breasts before my eyes. A few fine blue veins were visible on her white breasts, and her
pink nipples were half-covered by a white lace bra, which seemed about to burst. I bit down on
the flesh above my wife's nipple and sucked desperately.
Seeing this, my wife gently held my head and lifted her breasts so I could suckle more of her flesh.
Just as I was enjoying this, my wife suddenly cried out, "Oh no, I'm going to be late!"
and slowly pushed me away. My gentle wife picked up her bag, kissed my forehead, and then
turned and walked out of the house.
Little did she know that this would be the last time I enjoyed my wife's soft and full breasts.
After leaving home, Rouxue sped off on her pink electric scooter towards school. Her
parents, worried about her being exposed to the elements on her commute, had bought her a Mini Cooper long ago. However, Rouxue felt it wasn't appropriate for
a teacher to drive such a car, especially since her workplace was only 2.5 kilometers from home. She rarely
drove, always opting for her scooter, except on rainy or snowy days.
A gust of wind blew, and her long, flowing hair danced in the breeze, making her exceptionally alluring; every man on the street turned to stare.
Just then, Rouxue suddenly saw several children throwing stones at a beggar under a bridge. Kind-hearted
Rouxue rode forward to stop them. Being a teacher, she was quite adept at dealing with children.
She shouted, "You little devils are bullying the weak again! I don't like you anymore!"
The children, seeing how sexy Rouxue looked today, especially her round, full, teardrop-shaped breasts,
like ripe papayas hanging on her chest, and the deep cleavage that was incredibly alluring, stared wide-eyed,
dumbfounded.
"Aren't you going to class?" Rouxue deliberately gave the order with a stern face. Only then did the children react, sticking out their tongues
and running towards the school.
Once the children were far away, Rouxue turned around to help the beggar. The beggar
was , ragged and filthy, emitting a disgusting stench. Rouxue took two steps forward and
looked closer; the old beggar was very thin, with sunken eyes, clearly malnourished.
The old beggar, lying on the ground, looked forward and saw a pair of long, beautiful legs encased in black stockings. Looking up,
he saw a pair of protruding, semi-circular objects blocking his view. The old beggar rubbed his eyes and looked again; he realized it was a beautiful woman's
full, firm breasts, and was immediately stunned.
Kind-hearted Rouxue probably noticed the old beggar staring intently at her breasts, her face flushing
red She quickly took a step back, squatted down, and reached out to help the old beggar.
The old beggar slowly rose up, guided by his wife's arm. Just then, he saw his wife's
white breasts, exposed as she bent over, revealing a deep cleavage due to their fullness. He shuddered and slipped
, falling to the ground. Rou Xue was terrified. She quickly bent down and lifted the old beggar's arms, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I
didn't mean to."
The kind wife was unaware that the old beggar had slipped because he was captivated by her beauty. The old beggar
gradually recovered and chuckled, saying, "It's alright, it's alright, my old bones are very resistant to falls!" The kind wife
tried to help the old beggar up, but unbeknownst to her, he deliberately leaned against Rou Xue, his elbow intentionally touching
her breast.
Rou Xue's full and sexy body, combined with her soft breasts, completely captivated the old beggar.
Rouxue felt the old beggar's elbow pressing tightly against her breast, but fearing he
would fall again, she gritted her teeth and endured it, slightly raising her breasts to support his body. Because Rouxue's
breasts were full and soft, the old beggar's elbow was completely embedded in her flesh.
Seeing the old beggar stand up, his wife quickly withdrew her hand and took a few steps back, maintaining
a distance of several meters from him.
The old beggar revealed his uneven teeth and said, "Thank you, sister."
Rouxue suddenly smelled a foul stench emanating from the old beggar's mouth and quickly replied, "You're welcome." "Uncle, do you live here alone all year round? Where are your children?" his wife asked.
"Sister, I don't even have a wife, so where would I get children?
What !" The old beggar's answer filled Rouxue with a pang of sorrow and pity.
Suddenly, the old beggar's expression turned to pain as he clutched his right arm with his left hand. He had slipped and
fallen, scraping his arm and bleeding profusely.
His kind wife, seeing this, quickly rushed forward to check the wound. Taking
advantage of the situation, the old beggar feigned weakness and leaned against Rou Xue's voluptuous body. His wife, preoccupied with
his injury, allowed him to rest against her mature, full figure.
His dirty hands rested on Rou Xue's upturned buttocks. Because he was only about 1.6
meters tall, his shoulders were nestled against her chest. Rou Xue's gentle, feminine scent and faint milky fragrance
aroused his erection.
From a distance, the scene resembled a beautiful, elegant, and sexy woman embracing a ragged
, filthy, and dark-skinned beggar.
The kind-hearted wife, seeing the beggar's bleeding arm and having no usable gauze in her bag, hastily
took off her black stockings and skillfully bandaged the old beggar's wound. The old beggar, seeing Rouxue's long
, slender legs, thought, "How can there be such a beautiful woman in the world? How can her legs be so perfect?"
Rouxue finished bandaging the old beggar's wound and, seeing it was getting late, hurriedly rode her bicycle to school.
The old beggar was left standing there, still foolishly intoxicated by the woman's fragrance.
Rouxue arrived at school late. The 40-year-old vice-principal, Wang Gang, wearing thick glasses,
was standing on the balcony smoking. Suddenly seeing Rouxue's tardiness, he thought, "Beauty, I've finally caught you red-handed,
hehe."
Sure enough, Principal Wang called Rouxue to his office. He said with ill intent, "Teacher Mu,
being late is a violation of school rules, especially at a key provincial university like ours."
Rouxue quickly apologized profusely to Principal Wang.
But how could Principal Wang let such a good opportunity slip by? He walked up to Rouxue and suddenly hugged her tightly
, his rough hands caressing her full, plump buttocks, sinking deep into
them.
Rouxue was stunned by the sudden turn of events. By the time she reacted, Principal Wang was already trying to bury
his head in her deep cleavage. Just then, Rouxue suddenly pushed him away forcefully and
slapped him across the face.
Tears welled in her eyes as she turned and ran out of the principal's office,
leaving Principal Wang standing there dumbfounded, still savoring the memory of the beauty's alluring buttocks.
Besides, the old beggar had never seen such a beauty in his life. Rouxue's pretty face alone
was already a rare and stunning beauty, not to mention her flawless figure.
A thought suddenly flashed through the old beggar's mind.
"How wonderful it would be if I could have such a beauty as my wife, and have her conceive and give me
a big, healthy son!"
Lost in thought, the old beggar removed the stockings left behind by the beauty from his arm, wrapping them around his dark, engorged penis.
He fantasized about Rou Xue's full, fair body, and frantically masturbated.
Perhaps because he had been too aroused earlier and had never encountered such a stunning beauty before, this time he masturbated for an
exceptionally . Afterwards, panting heavily, he leaned against the wall, thinking that he was like a toad
trying to eat swan meat—how could such a beauty possibly give a second glance to a filthy beggar like himself?
Time passed slowly as he thought about this. Suddenly, the old beggar saw the beauty riding her bicycle towards him in the distance.
It was already evening, and Rou Xue had finished work.
The old beggar quickly folded the stockings she had left behind, stood up, and strode towards Rou Xue.
Rouxue despised bullies like Wang Gang. She not only slapped Vice Principal Wang but also
complained to the principal. However, the kind-hearted wife didn't know that the principal was Vice Principal Wang's backer; they
were in cahoots.
Vice Principal Wang, still resentful after being scolded by the principal, was plotting a brilliant scheme
to possess the beautiful wife.
Suddenly, Rouxue cried out, startled by the old beggar who rushed towards her. Before she could recover,
she saw the old beggar's rough, bark-like hands tightly clutching Rouxue's black stockings,
standing there dumbfounded like a child reluctant to part with a beloved toy.
It turned out the old beggar had come to return the stockings. Rouxue took the soaking wet stockings with her delicate hands. She wanted to throw them away
but feared hurting the old beggar's pride, so she put the semen-soaked stockings into her bag.
Rouxue looked the old beggar up and down. He was barefoot, his clothes were tattered and filthy
, and his hair was disheveled and covered in dust.
The kind-hearted wife thought to herself that heaven was truly unfair; such a simple countryman as the old beggar was in such a miserable state,
while someone like Wang Gang, who swaggered around, lived such a carefree life. She couldn't help but sigh.
The old beggar, not knowing what was wrong with his wife, asked in confusion, "Sister, what's wrong?"
Rouxue smiled sweetly at the old beggar and replied, "Why did you come out without shoes?"
Seeing that the old beggar was determined to stay underground, the wife didn't say anything more. She went into the kitchen, poured a glass of water, and handed it to the old
beggar. The old beggar took the glass with his rough, bark-like hands, which touched his wife's delicate,
beautiful .
Rouxue blushed slightly and quickly withdrew her hands, saying, "You're here, I'll go get you your clothes."
The old beggar suddenly noticed an artistic portrait of his wife hanging on the wall at the far end of the living room. The portrait,
taken before their marriage, was exceptionally beautiful and refined.
As if bewitched, the old beggar walked towards the photo. Before he knew it, he was standing right in
front of it. Suddenly, he noticed the door to the room his wife had gone into wasn't fully closed, leaving a small crack.
The old beggar was about to push the door open to ask if his wife was done, but just as he opened the door and was about to speak, he
was stunned, as if struck by lightning.
His wife, with her back to the door, had taken off her top, which he had soiled, revealing her fair, delicate back. The old
beggar had never seen such a sexy figure! A slender neck, fair shoulders, a willow-like waist,
long, wavy hair cascading down her waist—the well-proportioned lines exuded a mature charm. She was simply a work of art.
At this moment, the wife gently turned slightly to the side, bending down to pick up the cream-colored t-shirt from the bed and put it on.
This turn allowed the old beggar to admire half of his wife's snow-white breast.
Because his wife's breasts were full and firm, the t-shirt didn't slip down directly, but stayed on her full
breasts , just covering her pink nipples and half of her areolas, revealing the lower half of her breasts.
The teardrop-shaped breasts were the fullest, snow-white flesh with pink areolas, making the old
beggar instinctively swallow his saliva.
The wife brushed her wavy hair to one side and slowly pulled the shirt down from her full breasts. Just
then, she suddenly saw the old beggar standing in the doorway, staring at her breasts as if he were in a trance, and screamed "Ah!"
The
old beggar snapped out of his daze, quickly closed the door, and turned to run away. However, he had been so focused on looking
that forgot there was a cabinet behind him and bumped into it, falling to the ground.
Seeing this, the wife, without even bothering to straighten her own clothes, quickly helped the old beggar to the sofa.
The old beggar covered his forehead, head bowed, not daring to look at his wife.
The wife's pretty face was as red as an apple, and she sat beside him without saying a word.
Rouxue had been raised with very strict discipline, and had never let any other man besides me see her naked. But
Rouxue knew the old beggar hadn't meant it, and at this moment, she didn't know what to say.
Just then, the phone rang.
"Hello, Miss Mu, this is Sister Zhang. Are you home?"
"Oh, hello, I'm home."
"Okay, I'll be there in a bit."
It turned out to be the housekeeper my wife usually hired, coming to clean.
My wife quickly took out a few sets of my old clothes from the room and gave them to the old beggar before seeing him out. The old
beggar, thinking Rouxue was blaming him, quickly explained, "Sister, I... I didn't know you were changing..."
"It's alright, don't worry," Rouxue said gently.
And so, Rouxue escorted the old beggar out of the noble and luxurious neighborhood, leaving him alone on the street.
The old beggar was completely captivated by Rou Xue's graceful figure and angelic face,
muttering , "So beautiful, this is a female bodhisattva."
After seeing the old beggar off, Rou Xue felt a complex mix of emotions. Thinking about how
every inch of had been laid bare by a 50-year-old beggar, she felt deep regret, regretting her carelessness. (Last edited by Ice's Tears on 2013-11-4 21:32) wolflbng0195 2013-10-24 20:21 3rd floor Borrowing
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