【If Heaven Has Feelings】(47)

Chapter 47
About a week later, I received a call from Mei Yu early in the morning. She said everything was ready and I should
come directly to the airport to board my flight. She had already arranged for someone to bring my ID and the necessities for the trip to the airport.
Her tone on the other end of the phone was a little strange, as if she hadn't said everything. I wanted to ask a few more questions about the details of the trip
, but Mei Yu only said I would know when I got to the airport, so I didn't ask any more questions.
After hanging up, I started preparing for my trip. My mother had already packed my luggage, including
clothes for both warm and cold weather, suits, ties, shoes, etc., everything was complete and well-organized. I just
needed to grab my suitcase and leave.
Although I had prepared my mother mentally beforehand, she still looked reluctant to
let me go as I left. During our farewell hug, she almost cried, which broke my heart. I could only pull her into
my arms, forcefully forcing open her tongue and giving her a passionate, lingering wet kiss. My mother responded passionately
, writhing in my arms with all her charm, igniting my desire. I almost wanted
to have sex with her right then and there.
In the end, I restrained myself, carried my mother back to the bedroom, laid her on the bed, and
coaxed her with sweet words before hardening my heart and turning to leave.
With my still-swollen penis, I drove my Land Cruiser to the airport. After parking, I pulled my suitcase to
Terminal 2 and, following Mei Yu's directions, found the VIP waiting room.
The spacious VIP waiting room wasn't crowded. In the middle of a row of sofas sat a young and beautiful woman
. Seeing her, I understood Mei Yu's good intentions.
Although she wore large sunglasses, her fair forehead, wispy bangs,
her brown-dyed hair cascading over her shoulders, and her cold, arrogant expression all revealed that this woman was none other than Yang Naijin.
Even seated, her tall figure was evident. She wore a fitted, light green wool
coat, the belt cinching her slender waist. The coat's collar was open, revealing
a white undershirt. A delicate, ornate pendant adorned her chest—a silver chain with a gold and silver
gear hinge. Her long, straight legs were encased in black leggings, and on her feet were 11-
inch green suede high heels, the pointed toes adorned with gold spikes.
Yang Naijin clearly saw me, but she remained indifferent, as if I didn't exist.
Although I was a little embarrassed, I knew Mei Yu's arrangement must have a deeper meaning, and I was about to say something when a
waitress in a blue uniform approached. She politely asked, "Sir, this is the VIP
waiting room. Please show your proof." I thought to myself, what VIP proof do I have? Even my ID card
is with Yang Naijin. I frowned, about to speak, when a clear female voice rang out beside me: "His proof
is here. Come and get it yourself." Yang Naijin, who had been coldly watching from the side, finally... She spoke, but her voice
remained cold and devoid of warmth. A glittering gold card was held between her slender fingers. The server
carefully took it, examined it, and then respectfully returned it with both hands, saying, "Excuse me, welcome
to the VIP lounge. We hope you have a pleasant wait." Yang Naijin didn't even glance at her, simply
replying indifferently, "No need for me. Give it to this person in front of you; it's his." The server, seizing the opportunity
, handed the card back. Not wanting to make things difficult for her, I took it. She quickly bowed again and swiftly
left the difficult couple.
I looked at the card in my hand; it was a Vista gold card, looking quite valuable,
with my name engraved on the back.
"When did this card become mine?" I asked, looking up. Yang Naijin's thin, tightly
pursed lips answered me. A little embarrassed, I sat down on the sofa next to her. She didn't try to avoid me, but simply
tossed a brown leather handbag onto my lap.
I unzipped the bag; inside were two first-class tickets, a stack of documents and papers, and
a brand-new ID card. My name was clearly
visible next to a stern portrait. The thoughtful Mei Yu had even gotten me a passport and a Hong Kong and Macau travel permit. Tucked inside the passport was a plain white notepad. I pulled it out and saw
several lines of flowing, flamboyant handwriting. If it weren't for the "Mei" at the end, I wouldn't have recognized it as a woman's handwriting.
"Yan, there's another document that needs to be delivered to Vera. I've specifically asked Jin'er to accompany you. My daughter is innocent and naive, unaware
of the ways of the world, so please take good care of her. Please remember that." This was a short message, but I basically understood Mei Yu's meaning
. Although she implied that I should look after Yang Naijin, she actually wanted to give us more time together
. Otherwise, I could have taken the document myself; there was no need for my daughter to accompany me.
I put away the papers and documents, zipped up my bag, and handed the gold card to Yang Naijin, saying,
"Please return this card to Aunt Mei for me." Yang Naijin didn't take it, only coldly saying, "This is what Mom asked me to
give you. She told you not to worry about using it, just to convince Vera. If you don't want it, take it back to her yourself. Why give it to me?" I was speechless and had no choice but to put the gold card back in my bag, thinking 　　I'd return it to Mei Yu in person after
this matter was settled. 　　 "Mom said I should go with you to see Aunt Su. She has some kind of letter for me to take to her. 　　She's already booked my plane ticket, so here I am." Yang Naijin stared straight ahead, as if talking to thin air. Her voice 　　lacked its usual vitality, each word echoing like a machine repeating itself. 　　 "What's wrong? Are you angry with me again?" I couldn't stand seeing Yang Naijin like this anymore. The thought of 　　having a puppet-like girl by my side on this unusual trip made me angry, even if she was an extremely beautiful 　　puppet, it wasn't something a normal person could tolerate. 　　 "No, how could I dare to be angry with you?" Yang Naijin replied sarcastically. 　　 "If you're not angry, why do you look so gloomy? Last time I saw you, you were crying and laughing. Are you 　　possessed by a ghost?" I teased her deliberately, waving my hand in front of her. 　　 "Gao Yan, you're such a big idiot." For some reason, my words angered her again, instantly thawing her frozen state .

The ice melted into ignited gas. She shoved my hand away and jumped up from the sofa.
Just then, the airport announcements began announcing that boarding for our flight was open. Yang Naijin grabbed a
dark-colored suitcase with an LV logo and headed towards the VIP gate. I could only
shake my head helplessly and follow her with my bag and suitcase.
Although she was wearing 11-centimeter stilettos, Yang Naijin walked incredibly fast, quickly
reaching the front. She only stopped at the ticket gate. I handed her my ticket, but she didn't even look back and continued
walking inside. I had to wait until the ticket check was finished before catching up.
She had already started boarding. Because of her extremely high heels,
her two slender, cone-shaped legs swayed gracefully in the air as she climbed the stairs. The two men in front of me were both looking up greedily
at her under her coat. Although she was wearing very conservative leggings underneath, I was still
a little annoyed. I reached out and pushed the two men aside, stepping forward to block their view. Seeing my
size, the two men had no choice but to reluctantly look away.
Once inside the cabin, Yang Naijin struggled to lift her suitcase onto the overhead rack by herself. I went over and offered
to help her, but she hesitated and said she didn't need it. I ignored her and forcefully
took her suitcase, placing it down before putting my own next to her. This time, she didn't say anything and
simply sat down.
Mei Yu booked seats 1a/b for us, right in the very front row of first class. Yang Naijin sat
by the window, and I took the aisle seat. As soon as we boarded, she took out her iPad and started
watching a movie, occasionally chuckling at what she was watching.
I thought to myself, "You must be tired of pretending for so long," but since she didn't talk to me, I didn't bother
with her. Instead, I took out the materials Mei Yu had prepared for me and started reading. I had finished reading those books over the past few days
and had a basic understanding of Vera Su. Mei Yu's materials detailed some little-known
anecdotes about her, including her path to success, her private life, and some very private matters.
Basically, you have to admit that Vera Su is a successful woman. She entered one of America's best
design firms in her twenties and won major architectural awards in her early thirties. Many of her buildings have become
landmarks for cities and communities. She successfully combined Chinese culture with the latest design concepts, creating a unique
architectural style, as evidenced by the overall structure and aesthetic beauty of her Plum Garden.
However, on the other hand, Vera Su is also a controversial figure. While she is passionate about charity
and aid to people in the Third World, many point out that her motives are merely to
gain recognition. She often immerses herself in eccentric religions and folk cultures, and occasionally makes sensationalist
remarks. Nevertheless, these actions are enough to earn her a place among Vanity Fair's "50 Most
Influential Women in the World."
Vera Su's personal life is also a point of contention. The strikingly beautiful woman has been
married three times, but each marriage was short-lived, and the alimony payments she made to her ex-husbands after each divorce were
substantial. According to some insiders, the failure of these marriages was related to her promiscuous private life; she
not only cheated on her husbands multiple times but also had several lovers simultaneously, making her scandals a frequent
topic of gossip magazines.
While I was reviewing the materials, the plane had already taken off and was flying among the clouds. About an hour
later, the flight attendants served in-flight meals. We ate a little, and then Yang Naijin pulled down the curtain
, took a pink silk eye mask, covered her eyes, and leaned back in her seat as if she were about to sleep.
After reviewing the materials, I stretched my slightly sore arms. Yang Naijin beside me seemed to have already drifted off to sleep.
Her body was leaning slightly towards me, a few strands of her long, brown-dyed hair falling onto my shirt.
Half of her fair, delicate face was covered by a pink silk eye mask, revealing only her pointed chin.
Her small mouth, painted with shimmering pink lip gloss, was turned up in a smile, as if she were having a beautiful dream. At this moment, she had lost
her previous haughty and aloof demeanor, revealing her pure and lovely nature once again.
With a touch of tenderness, I brushed back the few stray strands of her hair and rang the bell to call
flight attendant number 2, who was responsible for my area. A tall, elegantly made-up flight attendant approached. Her
shapely figure was accentuated by her royal blue fitted uniform, and a red, white, and blue scarf was tied around her long, fair neck. Her long, black hair
was styled in a bun at the back of her head. She stood before me with a professional smile, her slender arms crossed and resting
flat on her stomach. In a sweet Mandarin voice, she asked, "Hello, sir, how can I help you?"
Flight attendant number 2 had a very pleasant voice and provided excellent service. However, I don't know if it was just my imagination, but since
boarding, she seemed to pay special attention to my seat. She would frequently come over to chat with me, asking
if I needed any assistance. Since my seat was closest to the service area, I could see the flight attendants'
lounge just by looking up. I could often see her through the curtain; she seemed to be chatting happily with a group of flight attendants,
smiling as she looked at me. I was certain there was
a warmth in her eyes that went beyond professional boundaries.
So when I made my request, she immediately and quickly fetched me a blanket and then very attentively asked
what I needed. I smiled, nodded, thanked her, and said I didn't need anything. She nodded, smiled, and walked back to the service area.
As she pulled back the curtain, she glanced back at me, and our eyes met. She looked away shyly
, and even from a distance, I could see a blush creeping onto her fair face.
Watching the graceful figure of flight attendant number 2 disappear behind the curtain, I picked up a blanket to drape over Yang Naijin, but
noticed that her previously slanted legs had now crossed, and the pink silk eye mask on her face had shifted, as
if she had already woken up once. I gently covered her knees with the blanket, and her pink lips suddenly
twitched a few times. She turned her head towards the window, muttering, "Always bothering the passengers for no reason."
"Take a break. The quality of flight attendants these days is getting worse and worse." Judging from Yang Naijin's tone, she seemed
quite dissatisfied with the overly enthusiastic flight attendant number 2. I felt there was a hint of sourness in her words. Was she
jealous of this flight attendant number 2? I chuckled inwardly, but I also felt a little pleased. Let's see
how long you can keep that aloof, cold face. I didn't expect you to start showing your true colors so quickly.
Not long after, flight attendant number 2 strode out again. She smiled and asked if I wanted any drinks.
I casually asked what kinds were available. She glanced at the drink menu and rattled off a list of wines. I barely understood
what she was saying, but not wanting to appear inexperienced, I adopted my usual confident gaze and
stared directly at her, saying, "Why don't you pick one for me?" My question had a slightly intimate tone, and
my sharp gaze made flight attendant number 2 a little flustered. Her fair cheeks flushed slightly. She looked down at
the drink menu, then up at me, and after a moment's thought, said, "I recommend Chablis. It's a
dry white wine from Burgundy, France, and it's the most expensive wine on board. Many first-class passengers order this."
"Okay, we'll go with what you said." I nonchalantly agreed, since I didn't really understand
the difference between these drinks anyway. Flight attendant number 2, seeing how readily I answered, couldn't hide her delight, and even her
steps as she turned to leave seemed lighter.
"So noisy! Honestly, can't a person get some rest?"
No sooner had flight attendant number 2 left than Yang Naijin beside me woke up. She pouted, pulled her eye mask off her head, and
impatiently kicked the blanket with the pointed toes of her high heels.
I pretended not to see it. Just then, flight attendant number 2 pushed a food cart over. She half-squatted
down the dining table, placed a wine glass on it, picked up a freshly opened bottle of dry white wine, poured a little into
the glass, and said happily, "Sir, please have a taste." Just as I reached for it, a slender, pale
hand snatched the glass first. Yang Naijin brought the glass to her nose, swirled it, and then said with disdain,
"Desmalanders' Chablis, while a decent Old World wine,
is made from grapes grown in the mountains, which are too cold, resulting in high acidity and minerality. It's passable on flat ground." "At
10,000 meters altitude, the cabin pressure intensifies the tannins and acidity of the dry white wine. Drinking this Chablis..."
"It's almost like drinking medicine. I don't know what kind of taste people would like this. But this kind of flight
can only use this wine to fool those nouveau riche." "Brother, you usually drink Bordeaux and Provence
red wine, you wouldn't compromise even on a plane, right?" Yang Naijin's voice suddenly became sweet and soft.
She hooked her arm around mine in a coquettish manner, her full and firm breasts intentionally or unintentionally rubbing against my arm
. Her two crystal-clear eyes were cast at flight attendant number 2 with a hint of provocation.
It was the first time I had seen Yang Naijin like this. She seemed to regard flight attendant number 2 as a rival in love. Like a
threatened ewe, she lowered her head and raised her sharp horns to stab her opponent. Flight attendant number 2 was no
match for her at all and could only stare blankly at me, holding the bottle of dry white wine, not knowing what to do.
I couldn't stand it any longer and quickly stepped in to defuse the situation. I took the wine glass back from Yang Naijin's hand, placed the untouched
glass back on the food cart, and said apologetically to Flight Attendant Number 2, "Excuse me, I won't drink this for now. Thank you for
your help." Flight Attendant Number 2 shook her head without saying anything. She tidied up the wine glass and bottle, and under Yang Naijin's smug
gaze, silently pushed the food cart away, leaving me with an incredibly resentful look as she went.
Seeing Flight Attendant Number 2 walk away after being repelled, Yang Naijin immediately let go of my arm, her face
returning to its original coldness. It turned out that her whole act was just to humiliate Flight Attendant Number 2. I was secretly
furious and reached out to turn her shoulder away.
"Hey, what are you doing? Don't touch me!" Yang Naijin cried out, but she was still involuntarily turned around by me
.
"Why did you talk to the flight attendant like that? Don't you think it was a bit much?" I scolded.
"Oh, you're really chivalrous. Did you fall for that pretty flight attendant
?" Yang Naijin's words were full of sarcasm.
"Nonsense, this is her job. Why are you bringing up such irrelevant things?" I said, my face darkening.
"Isn't that right? She's responsible for one cabin, why does she keep coming to your cabin? She's come six times in two hours.
Is that much service?" "It's her business how she comes. What does it have to do with me?" "How can it have nothing to do with me? If you
don't flirt with her, she'll come to you. You're obviously a lecher, falling in love with every girl you see. " "Explain yourself!
How am I a lecher? How am I falling in love with every girl I see?" This was the first time in my life I'd been called a
lecher, and I was truly speechless.
"Then tell me, you made me cry at my house, and you didn't even say goodbye before leaving. And you
haven't called me once in the past few days since you came home. What are you thinking?" Yang Naijin said angrily, arms crossed
.
"Haha, Miss Yang, are you admitting you like me?" I finally understood. Yang Naijin's complaints
and cold expression were protests against my previous neglect. But the way she seemed to care made it seem like
she considered herself my girlfriend.
"Nonsense, I didn't! You're just making things up!" Yang Naijin quickly retorted, but
two blushes had already appeared on her fair face.
"If that's not the case, then what right do you have to ask me to do this and that? You have no right to tell me
what women I talk to." I shrugged, speaking casually.
"Go to hell! How can you be so annoying?" Yang Naijin was embarrassed by my words, and she punched
my shoulder with her small fist.
"Alright, alright, stop fooling around. I'll formally apologize to you here." I know the little girl is
easily embarrassed, and jokes should be kept within limits. I'm about to give her a way out.
"Jin'er, don't be angry. Your brother will make it up to you." I took her two slender hands, held them
in my palms, locked my eyes in hers, and said in the most sincere and gentle tone.
"No, what are you doing..." Yang Naijin hadn't finished speaking when I pressed my lips against hers. My lips
met her soft, smooth lips, and the sweet fragrance of a young girl filled my nostrils. But before she could react,
I pulled away, looking at her with a smile.
Yang Naijin was stunned by my sudden, forceful kiss. When she came to her senses, the pressure on her lips
was gone. She subconsciously pressed her two slender white fingers to her lips and stared blankly for a moment, as if she had just woken up from the previous impact
, but her fair face was already flushed.
"You bad boy, how could you steal a kiss from me?" Yang Naijin scolded playfully, her small fists clenched,
but I grabbed her arm and pulled her delicate body into my arms. She resisted a few times in vain
, but when she smelled my strong masculine scent, her heart softened. I wrapped an arm around
her thin, soft shoulder, and I felt her whole body go limp, as if her bones had been removed, and she was already lying in my
arms.
"You're always bullying me. Don't you know I haven't slept well these past few days?" Yang Naijin buried her head in my
chest and whispered.
"You finished talking to Mom and didn't even tell me before running off." "I was right next to you, and
you didn't even apologize, and you even flirted with the flight attendant." "You big bad boy, you're such a big bad boy." I held Yang
Naijin like this, listening to the girl in my arms pour out her heart, gently comforting her. Gradually, the sounds in my arms grew softer and
softer, and finally everything was quiet. It turned out that the little girl had fallen asleep again.
She was asleep, one slender arm still draped around my neck, the other hand gripping my shoulder, leaning against
my chest. A few strands of her long, brown-dyed hair slid down, obscuring half her pink face, and the corners of her pink lips were
slightly upturned. She seemed to be in a very good mood. Afraid of waking her from her sweet dream, I let
her sleep in that position.
About an hour later, the plane jolted and landed. The announcement informed us that we had reached
our final destination, "Diqing Airport." I woke Yang Naijin, who was still fast asleep. Although she pouted, looking
like she hadn't slept enough, she reluctantly got up and disembarked at my urging. I followed behind her, pulling my suitcase. The flight attendants
lined up at the cabin door to see the passengers off, but unfortunately, I didn't see the figure of flight attendant number 2.
Just as I was feeling a little disappointed, a middle-aged flight attendant with short hair and an elegant demeanor approached. She kindly pointed out that
one of the clasps on my suitcase wasn't properly fastened, and then proactively reached out to help me tidy it up. She casually slipped a
piece of paper into my hand. I was startled for a moment, then immediately realized what she meant and thanked her without batting an eye. The flight attendant
smiled gently and turned to leave.
Stealing a glance at the paper in my hand, I saw what appeared to be a phone number. Not wanting
to look too closely in front of Yang Naijin, I simply put the paper in my pocket. At that moment, Yang Naijin had reached the ground and was calling my name. I
answered her verbally as I pulled my suitcase toward her.
Stepping out of Diqing Airport, the sun was shining brightly, a welcome change from the chilly eastern coastal
city we had been in just five hours earlier. Diqing Shangri-La Airport was small, with low-rise buildings and an endless
blue sky. After leaving the airport, we hailed a taxi and headed to the county town.
Diqing is a Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture located at the junction of Yunnan, Tibet, and Sichuan provinces. The most famous scenic spot within the prefecture is undoubtedly
Shangri-La County. In 1933, James Hilton, in his novel *Lost Horizon*
, first depicted Shangri-La as a place of eternal peace and tranquility nestled among the mountains of the East.
After years of exploration and research, the current location of the county seat was finally determined. Now, Shangri-La has become synonymous with "Shangri-La," 　　attracting tourists from all over the world
with its unique and beautiful natural scenery untouched by modern civilization . 　　 Shangri-La truly lives up to its reputation. Adjacent to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau and where three rivers converge, nature has uniquely concentrated 　　snow-capped mountains, grasslands, forests, and lakes within a valley of over 10,000 square kilometers. The taxi drove along 　　the newly paved asphalt road, the scenery outside the window breathtaking. Yang Naijin, also visiting for the first time, 　　kept marveling at the passing landscapes, her earlier drowsiness on the plane long gone. 　　 The distance from the airport to Jiantang Town, the seat of Shangri-La County, is only 5 or 6 kilometers. However, the taxi 　　did not stop in the town but continued along the highway into the countryside. After driving for about 7 kilometers, the entire route 　　consisted of deserted valleys. Then, we came to a gentle hillside where a long river flowed slowly by. 　　Four white traditional Tibetan houses lined the riverbank. This was where we would be staying for our trip – the Banyan 　　Tree Shangri-La Ren'an. 　　 Given the location and positioning of the Banyan Tree, this should have been a relatively quiet place. However, when 　　we entered the hotel lobby check, we found that the entire Banyan Tree was fully booked. 　　One of the two rooms that Mei Yu had booked for us had an electrical fault and was under repair, so 　　we couldn't check in. The front desk apologized profusely. It was already getting late, and we would have to 　　call a car again to get back to the county town. Seeing how tired Yang Naijin looked, I didn't want to continue the hassle and simply asked the staff 　　to take our luggage to the remaining room. 　　 The Banyan Tree's guest rooms are all in their own separate buildings. Our room was a two-story Tibetan-style pastoral cottage, 　　each floor about 175 square meters, with a courtyard and balcony. The upper floor had a bedroom and living room, while the lower floor had a bathroom and 　　dressing room. Guests accessed the second floor directly via a staircase, while the first floor was locked from the inside. I had previously read about Tibetan 　　customs, where the first floor of traditional houses was used for livestock, and the second floor was where the owners lived. 　　The architectural design here subtly incorporated Tibetan traditions and cleverly integrated them into modern amenities 　　. 　　 Upon entering the bedroom, Yang Naijin immediately let out a joyful scream and plopped down on the soft, white 　　bed, hugging the dark red silk pillow and exclaiming how comfortable it was. The bedroom was filled with Tibetan cultural atmosphere; 　　the white-painted walls revealed exposed wooden frames everywhere, and there was a hand-woven carpet underfoot and carved sofas.

The Thangka decorations hanging on the dressing table and bedside table made one feel as if they were in a genuine Tibetan home.
The Banyan Tree certainly lived up to its expensive price, but staying here wasn't just about the environment; the main
factor was Vera Su. According to Mei Yu, she had been here for a week, and being able to get close
to her would help us complete our mission. Of course, now wasn't the right time to visit her; the long flight had left
us starving. After settling into our accommodations, Yang Naijin was reluctant to go out to the restaurant, so I
had to call for food delivery.
After a while, there was a knock at the door, and a waitress in traditional Tibetan clothing
came in carrying a wooden food box containing five or six kinds of Tibetan dishes. Smelling the aroma, before I could even greet her, Yang
Naijin happily ran over, exclaiming, "So hungry, so hungry!" She sat cross-legged at the low square table and
began to eat immediately.
The Tibetan cuisine here was quite good. Although I hadn't tried many of the dishes before, they weren't
offensive at all. The Ren'an claypot rice, in particular, was fantastic. It contained many local ingredients, and each grain of rice
was evenly separated. Spread with a special Tibetan sauce, it had a unique aroma. Even
Yang Naijin, who doesn't eat much, ate a bowl.
After dinner, Yang Naijin went to the bathroom on the first floor to wash up. I packed my things and luggage,
quietly left the house, and closed the door behind me. I went to a corner of the balcony. The night sky outside was breathtakingly beautiful
; the twinkling stars seemed almost within reach. This kind of unpolluted night sky is
something you can't see in noisy, polluted big cities.
I picked up my phone. In this corner, there was only a weak one-bar signal. The screen showed seven or eight missed
calls. The number belonged to a woman I knew well. I dialed that number I cared about so much.
After three rings, the call connected, and my mother's gentle, sweet voice came from the other end.
"Stone, where are you? Was your journey smooth? Why are you only calling me now?" "I've arrived in
Shangri-La and am staying at a hotel. Everything is going well, don't worry." "You went to such a far place
, how could I not worry? Mom has been on my mind ever since you left, always hoping you'd call me.
I waited and waited, but you didn't make a sound. The number I dialed was always out of service, making me wait
all day. I was so worried!" "Okay, I know. I'll remember to call you back as soon as possible next time
so you can rest assured." "That's good. No matter where you are in the future, remember that there's someone
waiting for you at home. Don't forget her." "Yes, I won't.
How could I forget such a beautiful woman at home? I wish I could keep her tied to my belt all the time, carrying her with me wherever I go."
"That's easy to say. Then why didn't you take me with you this time?" My words clearly made Mom very happy, and
her voice on the other end of the phone suddenly became lighter.
"Um, well, of course I really want to, but Aunt Mei asked her daughter to come along, which makes it inconvenient for us
." "Oh, Xiao Jin is going too? Just the two of you?" Upon hearing Yang Naijin's name,
I could clearly hear a hint of disappointment in my mother's voice.
"Yes, Aunt Mei has a very private letter for her daughter to deliver, so she asked Xiao Jin to come with me."
I sensed something was off with my mother and quickly explained.
"What a coincidence! Now that you have such a young beauty by your side, have you forgotten about the one at home
?" My mother's jealousy grew stronger, and I could almost see her biting her lower lip through the airwaves
.
"Haha, Mom, you're jealous." I chuckled. My mother is becoming more and more like a little woman
; the mature and steady mother figure is fading away, but I don't mind this change.
"Go away, who's jealous? Xiao Jin was the one Mom wanted to introduce to you.
I'm happy you can develop a relationship with her." Although Mom pretended to be normal, I could tell from her words that she
wasn't sincere.
"Mom, you'll always be the most beautiful woman in my heart. Xiao Jin is just a little girl who hasn't grown up yet.
The only woman I want is you." I earnestly comforted Mom.
After I finished speaking, there was a long silence on the other end of the phone. Through the airwaves, I could only hear Mom's shallow
breathing.
"Shitou, you're always saying such sweet things. I'm really afraid that one day your passion will fade.
What should I do then?" Mom finally spoke, but her tone was tinged with melancholy.
"No, even if the sun and moon revolve, even if time fades, my love for you will only grow stronger. I
miss you every moment, I miss your lips, your body, your..." I knew that my mother's
insecurities had resurfaced. The distance of thousands of miles had deepened her extreme insecurity. At this
moment, I had to use my sincere passion to help her overcome her fear.
"Hmm... Ah, Stone, please don't say anymore, Mom feels so bad... Ah." My mother sighed softly,
her voice slightly choked.
"Mom, what's wrong? Where do you feel bad?" I asked quickly.
"It's nothing, Mom just misses you." My mother answered softly, then said shyly, "Whenever I
hear your voice, my lower body tightens up, I don't know why... I miss you so much!"
"Where do you miss me so much, Mom, please explain more clearly." I continued to ask.
"Ugh...you're so annoying, it's...my lower part...it feels like a rock."
Mom's voice trailed off, the last part almost inaudible.
But those words were incredibly arousing to me; I felt my penis instantly harden, and I
teased her, "Hehe, I'm still not quite sure what you mean by 'lower part,' Mom." "You stinky rock,
you're so annoying...ugh," Mom said softly. She paused, and it seemed like she took a deep breath on the other end of the phone
before saying in a slightly cloying tone, "Mom...Mom's lower part...my little sister, my little sister misses you
." "Oh, I see. Mom, is your little sister opening her little mouth and drooling?"
"Oh." Listening to my mother's gentle description of her physical reaction, I felt incredibly hot all over, and
my words became even more provocative.
"Ah...you already know, why are you still asking? My little sister started getting wet as soon as she heard your voice, it
's been flowing from the front all the way now, it's soaked my panties." My mother said sweetly on the other end of the phone.
Her way of speaking was very special, how to say it, it was like a wife coaxing her husband, a
quality I had never seen in her before.
"Then hurry up and take off your panties, let your little sister breathe freely." I could hear my
breathing getting heavier.
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then a rustling noise, and then my mother's cloyingly sweet voice
appeared again: "Hmm...okay, Mommy has taken off her panties, it feels so much better." "So,
Mommy, are you not wearing anything down there now?" An alluring image involuntarily flashed through my mind.
"Yes, Mom is completely naked except for a nightgown and a bra." Whether
intentionally or not, Mom emphasized the word "completely naked."
"So, Mom, what are you doing right now?" I asked, taking a deep breath.
"Um... Mom is lying on our big bed right now, holding a phone in one hand, and the other hand
... guess what?" Mom said with a charming smile. My mind immediately conjured up a
sensual scene of Mom lying naked from the waist down on the bed, her erect penis taut over her crotch.
"Mom, is your hand on your little sister?" I felt my breathing becoming heavy
.
"Hehe, you guessed it! Mom's little sister is so hot, so wet inside, and the whole thing is swollen and bulging
." Mom chuckled on the other end of the phone, her words becoming increasingly explicit.
"I've only been gone a day, and you're already touching your little sister and comforting them. Mom, you're so horny."
I deliberately emphasized the word "horny."
"Ugh...ah, how can you say that to Mom?" Hearing my last sentence, Mom let out another soft moan with a trembling voice, but she didn't seem angry 　　.
Instead, she said with a slightly coquettish tone, 　　 "It's all your fault. When you were here, you fed them well every day. Now you've left me alone 　　at home, and their little sisters have gotten used to your presence." Mom openly revealed her infatuation with me. 　　This confession made my lower body incredibly excited, and I continued to press, "Mom, what have you gotten used to about me? Say it again 　　." "I've gotten used to...you know, your thing." Mom answered shyly. 　　 "What's mine? Explain yourself clearly." "Yours... it's your little brother." "Mom, 　　do you miss my little brother?" "Yes, I have. I've been thinking about him constantly, so much." Mom's frankness was 　　very alluring, showing that I had become an indispensable part of her life. But I felt both joy and worry. 　　I was happy to possess this beauty, but worried because as I gradually 　　awakened her extremely sensitive body, her long-suppressed desires were rapidly expanding, and I couldn't be there 　　for her to quell this lust all the time. 　　 I didn't know if my previous actions were right or wrong, but I wouldn't let anyone touch Mom. 　　 "Then close your eyes and imagine that I'm right beside you, and my little brother is in your hands." I relaxed my 　　breathing and began to guide Mom with words. 　　 "Okay, Stone, is your little brother hard? Mom wants your little brother." Mom 　　cooperated obediently. 　　 "My little brother is already thick and hard, and now you're guiding it in with your hand." "Mmm... 　　 Ah, son, your little brother is in, Mom feels so good." Mom let out a soft moan, as if she had already 　　guided the imagined penis into her honey hole with her slender hand. 　　 "Mom, my little brother is thrusting into your little sister again and again, your little sister is being knocked all over by me 　　." I continued to increase the verbal gestures. 　　 "Ah... you naughty son, you're bullying Mom's little sister again... Ah, but... little sister... feels so good 　　." Mom on the other end of the line started to pant, her slender fingers continuing to penetrate deeper into her cavity 　　. 　　 "Mom, my little brother is touching your little clitoris, did you notice?" I consciously directed Mom's 　　senses towards that area. 　　 "Mmm... Mommy can feel it, Mommy's little bean has grown bigger, it's so plump, so fleshy... 　　 Ah." Although we're thousands of miles apart, I can imagine Mommy's slender arms deep 　　between her two long, white legs, her delicate, long fingers moving in and out of her rosy, plump vulva. 　　The veins on the back of her jade-like hands are slightly bulging, betraying the two fingers deep inside her vulva. All this is 　　thanks to my careful exploration these past few days. Mommy has finally learned to find her clitoris, which has been hidden for so long, and 　　can use her fingers to please herself, especially when I'm not around. 　　 "Mommy, you're such a slut, all you think about is my little brother." I deliberately insulted 　　her with my words. 　　 "Ah... don't say that to Mommy... okay?" Mommy's breathing became heavier and heavier. 　　 "Stop deceiving yourself. You're just thinking about your son's big brother. You like it when his big brother is thrusting 　　into you, making your little sister ecstatic and wet, right?" Every word I said pointed directly to the 　　immoral relationship between mother and son, ingraining a corresponding conditioned reflex in the mother's subconscious. 　　 "Mmm...ah...whatever you say, Mommy loves Stone's big brother. Stone's brother 　　always feels so good inside Mommy. Mommy's little sister wants Stone's brother inside her every day...ah." Mommy was 　　completely drawn into this lewd atmosphere. She was panting heavily, responding to my teasing. I could even hear 　　the wet sounds of her two fingers rapidly thrusting in and out of her vagina. 　　 "Little slutty mommy, your little sister is so tight and narrow. My little brother is about to cum." "Ah...cum, cum."

"Shoot it all out, shoot all your semen into Mommy, fill Mommy up completely!" Mommy
cried out shamelessly, having completely abandoned all inhibitions, wholeheartedly following my guidance,
reaching the peak of desire with her fingers.
"Ugh...ah, Mommy's coming...ah." Listening to Mommy's unique, cloying moans, I
pictured her snow-white, plump body trembling uncontrollably, and her
tender, white vulva tightening like a flower each time I brought her to orgasm. At this moment, her slender fingers must be tightly clamped within the numerous folds of flesh in her cavity,
streams of clear liquid gushing out continuously.
"Ah...I can't take it anymore...it's all coming out..." With a long, tearful cry
, Mommy's voice gradually weakened. Faced with her climax, she seemed somewhat flustered and at a
loss, only concerned with cleaning up her already messy lower body.
"Mom, are you there yet?" I asked softly.
"Yes, baby, Mom has already had her fill." Mom's breathing gradually slowed down. Through the radio waves,
I could imagine her languid and tired expression after reaching her climax, but she still asked with great concern,
"But what about you?" "I'm fine, don't worry, as long as you're here, Mom." "My dear
child, Mom loves you so much." Mom's tone returned to its usual tranquility, filled with tenderness and affection
.
"However, you can't take this opportunity to steal someone from your own neighborhood." But, turning back, her womanly
shrewdness and sensitivity began to kick in again.
"Mom, what are you talking about? Am I that kind of person?" I replied, a little aggrieved, but secretly
quite pleased.
"Hmph, how many men aren't lustful? You'd better watch out." Mom quickly switched roles
, admonishing me in the tone of a devoted wife.
"Besides, your little brother belongs to your mother. You have to raise him until he's plump and healthy, and
then hand him over to me all at once when we get home." My mother's tone became a bit spoiled and shrewish, but I quite enjoyed it.
"Okay, then you'd better stay home and wait patiently. I'm really thirsty when I get home this time." I
replied, going along with her lead.
"Come on, Mom's not afraid at all. Mom won't do anything, just wait at home for Stone to come home and make love."
My mother's tone became increasingly unrestrained, and I was happy to respond in this flirtatious tone. We
openly expressed our love for each other through the airwaves, of course, most of it involving some explicit
content.
We chatted for another twenty minutes, and Mom's voice began to sound tired. Finally, she yawned a few times and
said, "Okay, Mom's sleepy. You should go and rest too." "Okay, goodnight, Mom." "Goodnight
, darling." "Wait, give me a kiss."
"Mwah—"
"Stone, I love you so much." With a sweet and cloying kiss, I seemed to see Mom's
bright red and full lips blooming in front of the phone screen. I wished I could sprout wings and fly home
to make love to her, but the coolness of the night sky over the Tibetan Plateau quickly brought me back to reality.
Speaking into the phone, which had already ended, I unconsciously whispered, "I love you too."
The call with my mother lasted almost an hour. Pushing open the door to my room, I found the curtain at the bedroom door drawn
. Yang Naijin's clear voice came from inside: "I'm changing. You can go take a shower first."
I shook my head helplessly and went down the stairs to the first floor. The room was the same size as the second floor. Outside was a washbasin
and a bathroom. The toilet was inside. In the middle of the bathroom was a long wooden tub,
still half full of warm water. Wet towels and slippers were scattered on the floor. A few
strands of long, brown-dyed hair clung to the wooden crevices of the tub. The lingering steam carried the scent of shower gel. Clearly, Yang Naijin
had just been bathing in this tub; no wonder it took her so long to finish.
I first picked up the clothes scattered everywhere, then turned on the unused shower and started washing.
The water from the showerhead wasn't very hot, but I didn't care. The low temperature was just right to calm my
still swollen penis; the anger my mother had stirred up tonight hadn't subsided so quickly.
After quickly washing and drying myself, I put on the bathrobe provided by the hotel. It was thoughtfully designed in
the style of a traditional Tibetan robe, and it was quite comfortable to wear. When I returned to the bedroom upstairs, the main light was
off, leaving only the two butter lamps by the bedside emitting a dim glow.
Two sets of bedding were already laid out on the large bed. Yang Naijin's slender figure was faintly visible under the thin blanket on the right
. The bed was wide enough for both of us, but she had rolled herself up tightly,
leaving a large space next to me. I suddenly found it amusing and shook my head, then walked to the edge of the left bed
and lifted the blanket on the empty bed.
In the dim light of the butter lamp by the bedside, Yang Naijin slept with her small face turned towards me. Her soft, flowing hair was spread
out on the clean white sheets, and her long, thick eyelashes
, like fans, covered her usually bright and lively eyes. Her straight, fair nose twitched slightly, as if she had already drifted off to sleep. I turned around and took off my Tibetan-
style bathrobe, my perfect and strong body exposed to the air. I have always maintained the habit of sleeping naked
, but of course, to avoid scaring the young girl, I still wore underwear.
I thought I heard the little girl on the bed behind me suddenly breathe heavily. I turned around to look at her face.
Although her breathing had returned to normal, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her rosy lips
were pursed unnaturally. Clearly, she hadn't been truly asleep, which explained why
she had tensed up after seeing my naked body. With a mischievous glint in my eye, I climbed onto the bed and lay down face-to-face with her, then
focused intently on her face.
I was very close to her, our noses almost touching, my long breaths brushing against her face
. Sure enough, her feigned sleep couldn't continue; her nostrils flared more rapidly, and finally, her long eyelashes fluttered...
She blinked a few times, finally opening her bright eyes. Seeing my face so close, she gasped
and pushed my face away, scolding, "Why are you so close? You're disturbing my sleep." "Are
you really asleep? I doubt it." I gently took her slender hand, feeling
its delicate softness and long, white fingers. Perhaps for typing convenience, her nails were short and
neatly trimmed, painted with pink nail polish, delicate and cute like little seashells. I couldn't resist bringing
her hand to my lips and gently kissing it.
"Ouch, it tickles! Don't do that!" Yang Naijin protested, her hand ticklish
, and tried to push me away with her other hand, but unfortunately, it landed on my bare chest.
"Ah, how could you not wear any clothes? That's shameless!" Yang Naijin recoiled as if electrocuted
, pulling her left hand back and simultaneously freeing her other hand from mine. She then wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, turning her back
to me, too ashamed to look.
"I've always slept like this, what's the big deal? I'm wearing underwear." I was a little annoyed.
I could have been enjoying myself with my mother at home, but because of Mei Yu's request, I had to travel this far and now
share a bed with this delicate young woman. It felt like someone who hadn't eaten for days seeing a delicious piece of meat in front of them, but being
unable to eat it—it was incredibly frustrating.
"Could you cover yourself with the blanket? You look scary like this, you know?" Yang Naijin said, her back to me
, her tone sounding rather pitiful.
I felt the little girl was about to cry if I teased her any longer, so I pulled the blanket up to cover myself and
said to her, "I won't bother you anymore, go to sleep, we have things to do tomorrow." "Okay," Yang Naijin replied softly, but she
didn't dare to turn over. I also felt a wave of weariness wash over me; I was quite tired after a day of all this, and soon
I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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