[Urban] Love's Nature (Complete) - 31-33

Chapter 65: When the North Meets Lu Gong

Ning Hui almost simultaneously texted her Wang Yingxiong and her husband. President Wang quickly replied: "Okay, Ning, get some rest, goodnight."

Meanwhile, Ning Hui's husband, whose wife was already burning with anxiety about whether or not to have sex with her old flame, had suddenly disappeared! Ning Hui waited in her room for a long time without any response, which made her already unsettled mind even more restless. Ning Hui then aimlessly watched TV for a while, flipped through the Los Angeles Times she had bought on the street that day, and feeling a little tired, lay down on the bed. Unexpectedly

, as soon as she closed her eyes, President Wang was still the image that appeared in her mind…

Ning Hui quickly opened her eyes. Despite the air conditioning in the room, Ning Hui felt a sudden panic, her heart pounding, her body burning, and fine beads of sweat appearing on her forehead.

Ning Hui felt she couldn't wait any longer. To avoid having that haunting face constantly on her mind every time she closed her eyes, the only antidote at this moment was her husband's voice.

Unable to wait any longer, Ning Hui picked up the phone and dialed her husband's number.

The call connected smoothly, and after a moment, her husband answered, his voice coming from across the Pacific: "Hehe, wife, I just saw your text message and was just about to call you. I stayed up late writing last night and only just woke up."

"Oh,"

hearing her husband's voice, Ning Hui felt a sudden sense of relief, as if her thoughts, which had been floating in the air, had returned to Earth, back to—the Ning Mansion!

Having spent the last ten days or so in the US, Ning Hui's homesickness was starting to take hold. She really did miss home. The echo of her husband's voice from the Ning Mansion instantly gave her a familiar sense of comfort, as comforting as sleeping on that two-meter-wide bed, as comforting as resting her head against his not-so-robust chest.

Ning Hui composed herself and poured all her tenderness into her husband's eardrums through the phone's current: "Honey, I really want to hear your voice."

"Hahaha, America isn't as fun as home, is it? Aren't you flying back tomorrow? Missing your husband so much, huh?" "

Yeah, right now I just miss you. I want to hear your voice."

"Tch, you only miss your husband's voice, nothing else?"

Her husband started teasing her.

"You're naughty!"

Ning Hui loved the way her husband spoke, and a gentle smile bloomed on her face.

That smile, besides still being so beautiful, also looked so serene…

The next evening, Ning

Hui and her delegation flew back to China from Los Angeles. Several high-ranking officials in the delegation, including Director Chen and General Manager Wang, traveled in business class, while Ning Hui and the other members could only travel in economy class according to the standard.

Ning Hui happened to be seated in a window seat in one of the two rows on the side, next to an older member of the delegation surnamed Ma. It was said that this Mr. Ma was a civil servant in a government agency, not in a high position, and was about to retire. This trip was specially approved for purely leisure purposes, which his unit considered a benefit and a reward for his lifelong diligent civil service career.

Since it was an evening flight, after the plane had taken off for a while, Ning Hui chatted with Mr. Ma for a few minutes, then felt a little drowsy and quickly leaned back in her seat and fell asleep.

Long-haul flights are exhausting, and the cabin became unusually quiet as most people drifted off to sleep…

Ning Hui initially slept soundly for a while, but was soon awakened by the discomfort of sitting for so long. Upon waking, she immediately noticed something unusual: a blanket was now on top of her, and she could hear the soft tapping of a keyboard.

Ning Hui quickly turned her head and was quite surprised: when did Mr. Ma next to her become President Wang! Something was written on his open laptop.

“President Wang…”

Ning Hui quickly bowed, a hint of panic flashing across her face, her stammering words barely audible to herself.

"Oh, Xiao Ning's awake?"

Mr. Wang turned around, his signature hearty smile spreading across his face. "Mr. Ma is older, so business class is more comfortable. I switched seats with him. The cabin's air conditioning is on, and I was worried you might catch a cold if you fell asleep, so I had the flight attendant bring you a blanket." As

soon as Mr. Wang said this, Ning Hui immediately felt the warmth of the blanket reaching her heart. Mr. Wang had unexpectedly become a model of respect for the elderly and care for the young again. Switching seats was respecting the elderly, and covering her with a blanket was showing care for the young.

But what kind of love was this "love for the young"? Everyone on Earth knows.

Although Ning Hui felt a slight touch of emotion, she secretly groaned. There were still ten hours of flight time left. Wasn't the person next to her becoming a rock at 30,000 feet? What should she do? Continue to be a dewdrop, or become the grass clinging to him?

This was truly a question.

Mr. Wang naturally noticed the panic in Ning Hui's expression. Seeing that she didn't show any emotional fluctuation and remained calm and composed, he shut down the computer and continued with an extremely amiable face, "Xiao Ning, our company has gained a lot from this trip to the United States. Several cooperative projects are very promising. You've done a great job! Everyone says that our team's translator, Comrade Xiao Ning, is not only beautiful but also has top-notch professional skills."

"No, no,"

Ning Hui quickly said, shaking her head. Although she heard such praise at any time, hearing it from Mr. Wang made her heart flutter.

"Really, I was just writing a summary report of this trip. Take a look when you're done, see if there's anything to add, and then sign your name and submit it to the company."

"No, no,"

Ning Hui shook her head again, "How can I do this?"

"You're the one who did the most work. With my terrible English, I can't even tell the difference between men and women. Without you, this trip to the United States would have been a waste."

Mr. Wang laughed heartily.

Ning Hui laughed too, recalling the expression on Mr. Wang's face when he pointed at her on the roller coaster, saying he had driven the American guy crazy. Ning Hui's threshold for laughter finally snapped, and she burst out laughing.

This laugh instantly dispelled her sleepiness, and her earlier restraint and panic gradually faded.

"Little Ning, you're an invaluable talent in the company. I think sometime, the company could fund your overseas training to further your studies. With your professional skills, I feel it's a bit of a waste for you to work here."

"Mr. Wang, don't praise me like that,"

Ning Hui said, secretly pleased. Actually, how could a woman resist such praise, especially from the man she admired so much? Ning Hui's natural mischievousness was instantly unleashed, and the humor honed by her husband, Ning, flowed naturally from her lips, "If you keep praising me like this, I feel like I'm not on a plane, but on a spaceship."

"Hehe,"

seeing Ning Hui's emotions gradually relax, Mr. Wang's mood naturally began to soar like a rocket.

Oh no, it's like riding a spaceship.

The two chatted tirelessly. Ning Hui's face, which had been filled with sleepiness, was now beaming with smiles. Suddenly, Ning Hui stretched her body, trying to loosen her limbs, and the blanket that was half-draped over her slipped to the floor...

Without warning, both hands immediately reached for the blanket, and then, almost touching, their fingertips met on the blanket beneath the chair!

Ning Hui instinctively tried to pull her hand away, but the distance wasn't enough to escape the range of that large hand that had once held a gun. Like a docile chick, Ning Hui's hand was caught in Mr. Wang's grasp...

Ning Hui stared intently ahead, not daring to look at Mr. Wang. Her heart, which had been pounding like a rock, was now pounding like a drum.

Ning Hui felt that the hand holding her was as strong as a rock, yet surprisingly gentle. Ning Hui wondered if Mr. Wang would be this gentle if he were holding a gun...

In that instant, Ning Hui's heart was completely in turmoil. Now, where was her husband's voice as a remedy?

In the end, Mr. Wang used his other hand to lift the blanket and cover Ning Hui, while his other hand continued to hold her tightly.

Ning Hui's hand, which was gently struggling in Mr. Wang's grasp, tried to break free...

Suddenly, Ning Hui's body jolted, and her hand, which had been hovering uncertainly in Mr. Wang's hand, was suddenly driven by an instinctive force to spring away from his grasp!

It turned out that Ning Hui had seen Ou Meizhi, who was sitting a few rows ahead, walking from the aisle towards the back of the cabin. It was clear she was going to the restroom, which meant she would have to pass by Ning Hui and Mr. Wang's seats.

If this woman saw Ning Hui's hand holding Mr. Wang's, the plane's canopy would probably be blown off.

This woman, seeing Mr. Wang, who should have been in business class, sitting next to Ning Hui, began to exclaim, "Oh, Mr. Wang, what brings you here? Looks like Xiao Ning was right, Mr. Wang is a real workaholic, even on the plane he's talking to Xiao Ning about work!"

Mr. Wang simply nodded and smiled politely at Ou Meizhi, remaining silent. Ning Hui rolled her eyes at her, annoyed but holding back her anger, and said sullenly, "Mr. Wang was considerate of Mr. Ma's advanced age and switched seats with him, letting him sit in business class."

"Heh,"

Ou Meizhi swayed past, not forgetting to wink at Ning Hui, as if to say, "Tch, trying to fool a little kid? I don't believe it."

After Ou Meizhi passed by, Ning Hui and Mr. Wang exchanged a glance, then smiled simultaneously.

Mr. Wang's smile remained as impassive as ever, while Ning Hui's smile, though tinged with apology, was as clear as the lake waters of Jiuzhaigou.

Who knows when the European and American branches might return from behind the aisle? Besides, the first wave of passengers who had been sleeping on the plane were gradually waking up and starting their nap exercises—some went to the restroom, others stretched their arms and legs. The aisle was becoming busier, so Mr. Wang and Ning Hui didn't dare touch each other's hands. Their hands met like dew on a rock, separated by the seats so close yet never intertwined…

After a moment of silence, Ning Hui suddenly asked, as if she had been holding back for a long time, “Mr. Wang, tell me your battle stories, okay?”

Looking at Ning Hui's fluttering eyes, which could melt any man's heart… The seeds had all melted, forming a uniform crescent moon shape. Mr. Wang slapped his thigh and cheerfully replied, "Great!"

This is my wife's cup of tea. Ning Hui's eyes lit up instantly, and the two of them, tirelessly telling stories and listening attentively, continued their enthusiastic battle tale session…

What followed was a wonderful time for the two of them, deeply moved. For my wife, who has a different taste and enjoys watching films about railway guerrillas, plains guerrillas, and various guerrilla warfare, listening to the legendary battle tales of her idols was like having a passionate, all-consuming lovemaking session with her lover—wasn't that as wonderful as a passionate, intimate lovemaking session?

The problem is, what if you were making love with your hero while listening to his stories?

Wow, that would be twice as wonderful! Imagine, the hero talking about charging the enemy, but his penis is actually charging into his own body. As a woman, wouldn't you be incredibly excited and blissfully happy?

In a sense, it was Mr. Wang's legendary battle stories that opened the doors to Ning Hui's mind and body.

Mr. Wang's heroic tales continued; the plane was now halfway through its journey, over the vast Pacific Ocean…

Suddenly, the previously stable aircraft began to shake violently. It started slightly, then gradually intensified. The flight attendant's voice came over the intercom, announcing that the plane had encountered turbulence and everyone should immediately remain seated and fasten their seatbelts.

The story was interrupted! Ning Hui and Mr. Wang, like all the other passengers, quickly fastened their seatbelts—but the plane's swaying in the air showed no sign of stopping. The turbulence grew increasingly severe, even the overhead luggage compartments rattled and swayed. To Ning Hui, the turbulence seemed as if the plane was about to fall apart.

Ning Hui had little experience flying, and this was the first time she had encountered such severe turbulence. She was immediately terrified, her face paling, and she felt a sudden sense of helplessness, her heart pounding as violently as the plane's swaying.

Suddenly, Ning Hui felt that at this height of 30,000 feet, the immovable rock beside her seemed more reliable than the iron bird swaying in the turbulence. In a split second, almost without time to think, Ning Hui felt her body being pulled by an inexplicable force, heading headlong towards President Wang—no, towards the rock! This time, without President Wang's help, Ning Hui's hands instinctively reached out and tightly embraced him!

President Wang slightly turned, naturally pulling Ning Hui into his arms. He held her hand in one hand and gently patted her shoulder with the other, reassuring her with words of comfort as he looked at her frightened expression: "Don't be afraid. Airplanes encounter turbulence all the time. I encounter it all the time. It's alright."

As he spoke, President Wang didn't forget to give Ning Hui a calm smile.

At this moment, Ning Hui never imagined that at 30,000 feet, the dream of grass and rock so intimately intertwined would unfold so realistically and magically. Ning Hui suddenly wasn't sure if she was dreaming or real. She simply closed her eyes, held her breath, and pressed her trembling heart, already beating at a hundred beats per minute, against Mr. Wang's calm heart, which was only beating at eighty. In an instant, her fear transformed into a strange excitement. Ning Hui buried her head deep in the rock, breathing in the scent that haunted her dreams. For a moment, Ning Hui felt like she wasn't on an airplane, but on a flying rock…

For as long as the plane lurched, Ning Hui held Mr. Wang, and was held in his arms, their embrace lasting for a long time. Mr. Wang's lips uttered words of comfort as he gently stroked Ning Hui's hair… Ning Hui's return kiss seemed to echo the heartbeat of the rocks...

After the plane cleared the turbulence and stabilized, Ning Hui buried her head in Mr. Wang's arms for a long time before coming to her senses. She looked up at him, her face still showing signs of shock. Mr. Wang, seeing this, remained calm and then said something that amused Ning Hui: "Continuing with the battle story, I saw five Vietnamese soldiers surround us..."

Ning Hui burst out laughing: "No, Mr. Wang, you said three Vietnamese soldiers surrounded us!"...

The plane landed on time at the Capital International Airport. The inspection team rested at the airport for a while before transferring to another flight to Ning Hui's city. After another two hours of flight, home was finally near.

Before boarding her connecting flight, Ning Hui called her husband, who asked if she wanted him to pick her up from the airport. Ning Hui said no, the company had already arranged a car.

Ning Hui's flight arrived home around evening. Actually, the car the company arranged to pick them up at the airport was none other than the black Mercedes-Benz that Heidan

drove for Boss Wang. After the plane landed, Ning Hui, as per standard procedure, called her husband, Ning Zhufu, to let him know she had arrived safely. Then, after some fuss, she finally got into the car with Boss Wang, carrying all her luggage. The journey from the airport to Ning's residence normally takes nearly an hour.

Ning Hui and President Wang naturally sat in the back seat. The car smoothly drove onto the airport expressway at a moderate speed. Ning Hui felt that sitting there was much more comfortable and stable than riding a flying iron bird.

President Wang briefly exchanged a few words about the company's situation with Hei Dan, then turned to look at Ning Hui. His gaze was as deep and tender as it was affectionate. Ning Hui couldn't help but lower her eyelids, feeling almost completely exposed under President Wang's affectionate gaze.

Ning Hui was very familiar with this back seat of the black Mercedes. It was here that President Wang gave her her first kiss, even the position they sat in was exactly the same.

As the scene evoked feelings, Ning Hui couldn't help but let her heart be moved. She shyly bit her lip, her fingers nervously twisting together on her thigh...

At this moment, Ning Hui was wearing a dark, tight-fitting t-shirt. Her full breasts rose and fell like round loaves of bread. In a normal state, those rises and falls were just a woman's natural physical characteristic, but at this moment, the meaning they conveyed was enough to make any man lose his mind.

Mr. Wang, who had remained calm throughout his journey west to the United States and eastward back home, his steely nerves, were now melted by Ning Hui's shy and flustered demeanor. It seemed he was finally bidding farewell to his composure. He first reached out and placed his hand over Ning Hui's, gently caressing it. Seeing that Ning Hui only instinctively pulled away slightly without further resistance, Mr. Wang pressed his body against hers, pulling her towards him. Then, cupping her flushed face, he pressed his lips against hers without hesitation. Ning Hui let out a soft moan

, closed her eyes, and offered little resistance, her lips parting slightly to meet Mr. Wang's.

This painstakingly planned ten-day trip to the United States, covering tens of thousands of miles, had finally culminated in Mr. Wang unleashing his pent-up desires and initiating his lewd advances towards my wife. Forget about being

reserved, gentlemen, or even Liu Xiahui (a legendary figure known for his virtue and integrity). All that's meaningless. Only hard facts matter.

This proves that heroes aren't gods; when pushed to their limits, they too have the heart of a rogue.

Meanwhile, Ning Hui and President Wang, lost in their passionate kiss in the back seat, didn't notice that Hei Dan had somehow turned off the airport expressway back to the city and onto another, farther road, driving slower and slower…

When President Wang finally put his tongue in her mouth, Ning Hui felt her whole body go limp. She could only passionately suckle at his tongue. Ning Hui felt that President Wang's kiss was so delicate yet powerful. She felt that the longing she had harbored for him since his surgery had finally found a source of release. This release seemed so fleeting and ephemeral, like fireworks scattering across the sky—ephemeral, yet dazzlingly beautiful. Ning Hui could only let her lips intertwine deeply with Wang Zong's. Ning Hui only wanted to use this deeply passionate kiss to convey the message of spirit and desire, to express more longing, more love and reluctance to her hero and lover in this seemingly farewell kiss. Ning Hui only wanted this kiss to last longer, much longer...

Suddenly, in this deep, passionate, and inexplicably passionate kiss with Wang Zong, Ning Hui felt Wang Zong's hand guiding her towards his lower body. Although she first touched fabric, Ning Hui couldn't help but gasp. She truly felt Wang Zong's groin erect in his pocket. Then, Wang Zong's hand somehow slipped inside her body from behind her tight t-shirt, his fingers roaming over her bare back above her bra. Wang Zong's hand began to gently knead her breasts that were exposed outside her bra from time to time.

Mr. Wang's fingers, lingering inside her body, along with her already erect penis, seemed to carry an electric current, causing Ning Hui's entire body to tremble. For a moment, Ning Hui felt like an iron bird swaying in the air, disoriented. Ning Hui began to breathe softly. Mr. Wang's hand, while insistent, didn't forcefully guide Ning Hui's hand towards her pants. Ning Hui, in a daze, began to wriggle slightly, until, until Ning Hui felt Mr. Wang's hand inside her clothes, preparing to unhook her bra, she finally awoke from the abyss of near-ecstasy! Ning

Hui had intended to offer such a deep farewell kiss, which was enough. Even with so much affection and so much infatuation, at least for this moment, separation was inevitable—because at home, her husband, Ning the cook, was waiting for her!

Ning Hui finally snapped out of her daze, quickly pulling her lips away from Mr. Wang's. Mustering her courage, she looked at him with pleading, apologetic eyes, then shook her head, murmuring, "Sorry, sorry..." Mr. Wang,

speaking in broken English again, finally understood the meaning.

Seeing Ning Hui's tears welling up, Mr. Wang knew the turmoil she was experiencing. He removed his hand from her clothes, sighed softly, smiled helplessly, and released her hand from his erect penis...

then mimicked Ning Hui's "sorry."

Ning Hui and Mr. Wang were no longer in contact. Ning Hui straightened her clothes, then turned her head to look out the car window, the tears finally falling.

Then she heard Mr. Wang's voice beside her: "Black Egg, take Xiao Ning home first. Xiao Ning, rest at home this week, adjust to the time difference. It's been hard work. Come back to work next week."...

Oh dear, my life as a stay-at-home husband and wandering weaver girl is finally coming to an end! I felt like my wife's trip to the US was like a journey through space; ten days in the air felt like ten years on Earth.

I was incredibly excited waiting for her to come home, knowing that while the flight provided dinner, I knew the food on airplanes wasn't fit for human consumption. So I specially prepared a few of Ning Hui's favorite dishes to welcome her home.

When Ning Hui opened the door, I naturally hugged her and started kissing her passionately! I kissed her so much that she almost couldn't breathe. Finally, I slipped my hand inside her t-shirt and fondled her breasts. "Mmm, I missed you so much, honey. Let me see if anything's missing? Did any foreign hottie take advantage of you?"

"Get lost!"

Ning Hui gently returned my kiss, letting my hands roam freely inside her body.

When I was done, I noticed that my wife looked tired, and her eyes were a little red and swollen. "What's wrong, honey? Your eyes are so red. Who bullied you?"

Her red eyes were clearly from Ning Hui's tears in Mr. Wang's car earlier. A fleeting look of panic crossed Ning Hui's face as she quickly said, "After sitting on a plane for over twenty hours, do you think I could sleep well?"

Her words broke my heart. I quickly served my wife her meal—even though Ning Hui didn't have much of an appetite; I assumed it was just from the long journey. After we finished washing up, Ning Hui seemed a little better and began to list the gifts she had brought back.

She bought the same gifts for her own parents and in-laws—such a filial and understanding daughter and daughter-in-law, treating everyone equally.

Then she bought perfume for Zeng Daxia, and some other things from relatives. Finally, she showed me a delicate, high-end-looking razor.

I chuckled, "You bought this from me?"

"No, it's not,"

Ning Hui pouted, keeping me in suspense.

"Where is it?"

"I bought it for him."

Ning Hui smiled, but a hint of embarrassment still lingered on her face. Well, she was telling her husband she'd bought such a thoughtful gift for her lover... naturally, she was a little embarrassed. But I wondered why she was telling me how exciting it was to make love with him.

Was I really a bit of a pervert?

I then deliberately exclaimed, "Damn, this Zeng guy's barely got any hair on his lip, what are you buying him for?"

Then, Ning, the cook, squinted his thieving eyes and grinned mischievously, saying, "Hahaha, is it scraping down there?"

"Get lost!"

Ning Hui playfully punched me.

"I said, wife, you're really good to your little lover, this guy is incredibly lucky!"

"Hmph!"

Ning Hui pouted this time, "You get upset when he's not nice to others, but you get upset when he's nice to others, don't you?"

"Hehehe, no, no."

I quickly apologized.

"Alright, I've seen the gifts,"

Ning Hui yawned, said seriously, without looking at me, "Going to sleep."

"This... that's it?"

Now it was my turn to cry. She'd already bought gifts for her lover, and that was it? What was I, the legitimate husband, supposed to do?

"That's it."

Ning Hui looked at me with feigned confusion.

I knew my wife was teasing me, so I cooperated by pouting and then started sobbing like a preschooler.

"Hehehe,"

Ning Hui finally couldn't help but chuckle. "How could I forget you, my dear husband?"

She then pulled out a beautifully packaged box from behind her back, which she had actually been holding for a while, and opened it.

Inside lay a gleaming gold watch! An Omega!

Wow, although I don't know much about these things—I was born poor and will die poor, and have always been immune to luxury goods—I could tell from the look of it that this thing was high-end.

"Wow, how much did this cost?"

I asked instinctively.

"Well, about 15,000 RMB,"

Ning Hui replied with a smile.

"Holy crap," I stammered

, speechless for a long time, "Why...why did you buy me something so expensive?"

"Because you're my husband, come on, try it on, honey,"

Ning Hui said, taking out the watch and carefully placing it on my wrist. "Wow, honey, you're so cool!"

To be honest, I never expected Ning Hui to give me such an expensive gift. I felt an overwhelming surge of gratitude. Compared to that, what was my lover's razor?

"Thank you, wife!"

I said, turning my overwhelming gratitude into a sweeping gesture, grabbing Ning Hui, who was only wearing a two-piece thin silk nightgown, and throwing her onto the bed.

Then, I moved down from those alluring crescent-shaped eyes, subjecting Ning Hui's delicate skin to a brutal, scorched-earth treatment, leaving no inch untouched, licking wildly amidst her passionate moans. When I finally reached her erect nipples, Ning Hui suddenly almost screamed, then cried out, "Wait, honey!"

Before I could even figure out what was happening, Ning Hui got up and ran to the bathroom. A moment later, she came out with an apologetic, troubled look on her face, then timidly murmured, "Honey, I...I'm on my period."

Good heavens, what kind of entertainment is this? Doesn't it seem like ten days in heaven is ten years on earth? I haven't touched my wife in ten years!

But that wasn't the end of it. Just then, Ning Hui's text message arrived. Ning Hui opened the message and saw it was from Zeng Beifang. Ning Hui showed me the text: "Sister Ning Hui, did your trip back tonight go smoothly? I know your long journey must have been very tiring, so get some rest and adjust to the time difference. I won't bother you for the next few days. Besides, since you've been back for so long, you definitely need to spend some time with your husband. But I'm going to see you in a few days; I want you like crazy. Missing you, Beifang."

Damn, I immediately collapsed after reading the message. Spend time with your husband? You're pretty loyal, huh? Don't you know my wife just got her period today? How am I supposed to spend time with her?

Seeing my mournful expression, and my previously erect penis still pitifully sticking out, Ning Hui immediately regained her charming demeanor, gently gesturing for me to lie down on the bed. Then she leaned down towards me...

I immediately understood what my wife was going to do, and quickly cupped her face, asking, "Are you tired, honey?"

Ning Hui smiled and shook her head, then pulled my penis out of my underwear and held it in her hand, gently stroking the head with her fingers. Then she opened her mouth and took my entire erect penis into her mouth...

Unfortunately, this weekend, my penis was sent on a business trip by the newspaper to conduct media promotion activities in the district and county, and wouldn't be back until Tuesday.

On Monday, Ning Hui went to work after resting. The two-week absence made this first morning back at work exceptionally busy, and it was almost noon before Ning Hui had a chance to rest for a while. Just then, Zeng Beifang sent a text message, asking if she could have a date with his Ning sister today.

Ning Hui thought that since she was clean today and her husband wasn't home, it was the perfect opportunity to meet her lover. So she agreed.

At lunchtime, while taking a short break after lunch at the company, Xiao Li from the office came to Ning Hui's desk, looking suspicious. Seeing that no one was around, she said mysteriously, "You know, Ning Hui, some people are really mean."

"What?"

Ning Hui asked.

"Um..."

Xiao Li hesitated, seemingly unsure what to say.

"Tell me, what is it?"

"Um, don't be angry when I tell you, Ning Hui."

"Hurry up and tell me, you're making me anxious."

Ning Hui immediately became anxious, realizing that Xiao Li was referring to her.

"Okay, I'll tell you then."

Xiao Li looked around and then lowered her voice, saying, "There are a lot of rumors going around the company now, saying that you and President Wang..."

"What about me and President Wang?"

Ning Hui's heart jumped into her throat.

"They said...they said you slept with President Wang, that one night he took you back to your room and didn't come out for ages."

Upon hearing this, Ning Hui's mind went blank, and she stood there dumbfounded—she felt utterly speechless! It took

Ning Hui a while to recover, then she sighed softly and asked Xiao Li, "Can you tell me who told you that?"

"Fu Lili!"

Xiao Li whispered the name in Ning Hui's ear.

Fu Lili, Ning Hui murmured the name with a bitter smile, then said to Xiao Li, "Do you believe it?"

"Sister Ning Hui, of course I don't believe it,"

Xiao Li hurriedly declared, "I know what kind of person Sister Ning Hui is, and besides, Sister Ning Hui has a husband, how could they say such things? Sister Ning Hui, don't listen to them, a clear conscience fears no accusation!"...

Ning Hui spent the entire afternoon in a sullen and depressed mood. Ning Hui suddenly wondered, what was wrong with her? How did things get like this?

Ning Hui thought that while such rumors about men and women certainly affected her, a young married woman, what about President Wang?

This thought made Ning Hui even more conflicted, and she even felt a slight pang in her heart.

Ning Hui had already given up on her date with Bei Fang, but because they hadn't seen each other for so long, she couldn't refuse, so she reluctantly went to their date that evening.

The three-part routine of a date: dinner, a movie, and sex. Ning Hui only ate a little something, and couldn't concentrate on the movie, so she lingered in the restaurant for a while before going directly to Bei Fang's apartment.

Bei Fang noticed Ning Hui's troubled expression but didn't dare ask why, instead doing his best to cheer up his "Sister Ning." Ning Hui smiled occasionally and told Bei Fang about some interesting things she had seen and heard during her trip to the US.

Bei Fang's room was unusually clean this time, which improved Ning Hui's mood slightly. As soon as they entered, Bei Fang embraced Ning Hui, showering her with kisses and calling her "Sister" repeatedly. Ning Hui responded halfway, the other half still thinking about what Xiao Li had said at noon.

Everything else proceeded according to procedure: a shower, and then the two of them, naked, began foreplay in bed—but no matter how much Bei Fang used his bedroom skills to tease Ning Hui, she just couldn't get into the mood. Her body remained somewhat dry.

Bei Fang had never seen anything like this on a date with Ning Hui before, and not knowing what was going on, he cautiously asked, "Sister Ning Hui, are you feeling unwell?"

Ning Hui smiled helplessly and shook her head, "Maybe I'm just tired from work today. Can I take a nap?"

Bei Fang nodded anxiously, "Okay, so you're not going home tonight?"

Seeing how adorably timid Bei Fang looked, Ning Hui apologetically coaxed him, "Yeah, I'm not going home. What's wrong? Don't you want me to sleep next to you?"

Bei Fang nodded vigorously. Ning Hui didn't hesitate, taking Bei Fang's hand and making a hugging motion, then turning to her side to sleep, letting Bei Fang hug her from behind, "Okay, hold me while I sleep, okay?"

Soon, Ning Hui was completely naked, nestled in Bei Fang's arms, fast asleep.

Sister Ning was asleep, but this was a real hardship for Zeng. Holding Sister Ning's delicate, naked body, he dared not move an inch, unable to sleep at all. What to do?

In her hazy state, Ning Hui didn't know how much time had passed when she suddenly heard the sound of running water from the bathroom, but there was nothing behind her.

Ning Hui felt the urge to urinate and got up to go to the bathroom. The door was open, and what she saw inside shocked her: Zeng Beifang was running cold water over his erect penis!

Ning Hui immediately understood. Zeng Beifang couldn't bear being naked while holding Sister Ning's body, yet unable to release his pent-up desire, and was using this extreme method to calm himself down.

Ning Hui suddenly felt incredibly cruel and selfish. The scene before her filled her with guilt and pity for Beifang.

The night was too short; why had she done this? What did everything between her and President Wang have to do with this man before her?

Then, Ning Hui bit her lip, quietly entered the bathroom, and came up behind Bei Fang, who was still rinsing his penis. She first turned off the faucet, then reached around to the front of Bei Fang's body, grasping his penis. A tender kiss landed on his shoulder, accompanied by a soft murmur, "Sorry, it's my fault."

Bei Fang was utterly taken aback by Ning Hui's sudden tenderness. He turned around, stunned for a moment, before finally lifting Ning Hui and showering her with a passionate, ardent kiss.

This time, Ning Hui was truly aroused, and her desire quickly returned. Perhaps it was because she had taken a short nap earlier, which had given her more energy, but more importantly, her body, which hadn't had proper lovemaking with a man for the past two weeks, was already burning with desire. Bei Fang's young body was the perfect fuel to ignite that fire.

Once they embarked on their passionate lovemaking, their two young bodies became irresistibly intertwined. The sound of his signature climax echoed three times in the apartment, the intensity of which made Ning Hui feel a blissful sensation from her scalp to her toes. After

the passion subsided, Zeng Beifang, now languidly and contentedly holding his Ning Hui, chatted intimately: "Ning Hui, did you leave those Americans speechless this time in America?"

"Heh, you've learned to be cheeky, little brat."

A woman after an orgasm is always so alluring. Ning Hui's flushed body hadn't completely faded, and she lay languidly in Beifang's arms.

"Well, with someone as beautiful as you, there are always so many bad guys eyeing you."

"Heh, you're worried your Ning Hui will be deceived by bad guys? What kind of people do you consider bad guys?"

Ning Hui teased deliberately.

“Bad guys, like that Lu… Gong, I just think he’s not decent. How could my sister fall for him?”

Bei Fang said, somewhat indignant and bewildered.

“Hehehe, what would you do if your sister really got tricked by such a bad guy?”

Ning Hui was just teasing Bei Fang unintentionally—Lu Gong, wasn’t that her husband? She’d been tricked into becoming his wife.

“I wouldn’t be able to stand Ning Hui.”

Zeng Bei Fang said this quite seriously, not like he was joking.

“Hehe,”

Ning Hui chuckled, not taking Zeng Bei Fang’s words seriously, “You mean your Ning sister has to belong to only you as a man?”

Ning Hui said this, then immediately realized it was a bit inappropriate and quickly added, “But I have a husband, you know.”

“Oh, of course, except for you… your husband.”

Bei Fang mumbled this, his voice so weak and unconvincing that he almost couldn’t hear himself. That

night, Ning Hui stayed at Zeng Beifang's place. Of course, her excuse for not going home was still her husband's business trip—but this time she wasn't lying; Ning's husband really was away on a business trip.

The next day, Ning Hui and Beifang woke up very early because they had to go to work. Zeng's penis, that legendary morning erection, was no joke; it remained hard for a long time, refusing to soften. Ning Hui naturally felt aroused, and unable to resist Beifang's persistent advances, she began by taking his erect penis in her mouth. Then, Beifang gave her two more hard, full-on orgasms, ending with two real, unrestrained, rear-entry orgasms!

Wow, what kind of body does this young man have?

In the afternoon, Ning Hui went home from work. Her husband had already returned from his business trip. After dinner, Ning Hui suddenly wanted to see a movie, so she pulled her husband towards the cinema.

Ning Hui naturally linked arms with her husband, the couple chatting and laughing, walking together affectionately.

Just as the movie was about to start, Ning Hui got a craving. She went to the intersection next to the cinema and bought some barbecue. After grilling, she playfully asked her husband to feed her a lamb skewer. Her husband, with his arm around her waist, was incredibly affectionate. Then, as he opened his mouth to take the skewer, he noticed Ning Hui's hand was frozen in mid-air… He

looked at her and saw her staring ahead with a slightly panicked expression. He followed her gaze… and

lo and behold, standing three meters directly in front of them was a man, his eyes filled with utter astonishment, confusion, and extreme indignation as he stared at the couple's public display of affection! This man was 187cm tall and, most notably, handsome.

That's right, it was Zeng Beifang!

Chapter 66: End or Beginning?

Damn, this is getting out of hand!

This situation is so damn darkly humorous! My wife and I were just showing off our affection in the street, and we were caught cheating on each other!

Tell me, is it easy for a husband like me to have an affair with his wife?

In the eyes of my northern classmate, at this moment I was a heinous scoundrel and mistress—or rather, if we're being precise—he himself was the third, and I was the fourth.

I could see the northern classmate shivering in the sweltering heat, utterly furious. I knew what enraged him wasn't just that his Ning sister had cheated on him with another man, but that this other man was none other than Lu Gong, whom he so despised!

Meanwhile, Ning, the cook, was scurrying around with cunning eyes, looking for bricks, stools, forks, sticks, or anything else within reach that he could pick up and use as a weapon. I had to be wary of him suddenly grabbing something like a mad dog and attacking me. My plan was: if he dared to grab a weapon, I'd run for my life.

Ning Hui stood there stunned for several seconds before forcing an awkward smile, muttering, "North... North."

My wife was dumbfounded too. She hadn't expected things to be so coincidental. The seriousness of the situation was that she and Lu Gong had just finished their passionate lovemaking last night, and Lu Gong had been ridiculed as a bad guy. And this whole thing hadn't even ended yet...

What was that song about? "

This world is so small, we are destined to have nowhere to escape..."

So, I wish all lovers in the world would be cautious. When it comes to having an affair, be discreet, be even more discreet! Discretion is the key.

This is a message for all lovers in the world.

I quickly considered whether the situation was just a chance encounter or if this guy was following Ning Hui. But my judgment was that his reaction didn't seem like stalking. Ning Hui and I had been showing affection in the street for quite a while; if he wanted to lash out, it shouldn't have taken until now. Besides, the suddenness of his expression further discouraged the conclusion that he was stalking her.

Zeng Beifang took two steps closer to Ning Hui and me, allowing me to clearly see how his handsome face was twisted into a grimace of anger and confusion. But this guy's expression only played half the famous idiom describing anger: "blowing his beard and glaring." While Beifang's eyes were glaring, his beard wasn't blowing.

Because this guy really didn't have any hair on his lip.

"Why is this?"

Zeng Beifang didn't even look at Ning Hui's husband—oh, I mean, he didn't look at that adulterer named Lu Gong—but stared straight at his Ning sister, asking with an expression of utter bewilderment and indignation, as if the sun had risen in the west and set in the east, and the rivers had reversed their course.

"Oh, you… what are you doing here?"

Ning Hui didn't know how to answer for a moment, clearly continuing to mumble instinctively. If you didn't see her lips move, you wouldn't even know she was speaking. Then Ning Hui slightly shifted her body away from Lu Gong, probably meaning she didn't want to provoke her little lover too much.

And this "What are you doing here?" sounded like a blatant attempt to cover something up to the Northern classmate. Seeing him shake his head in pain, he finally managed to utter a few words after a long pause: "No wonder you were telling me yesterday what if I got scammed by someone like Lu Gong..."

"Oh, no, no, you misunderstood..."

Ning Hui quickly tried to explain, but then hesitated to say anything. Could she tell him that Lu Gong was her husband and that his name meant "green-faced man"?

"No need to explain. I was just too stupid."

Zeng Beifang finished speaking and then looked at me, his gaze filled with anger and incomprehension. It seemed he wanted to skin me alive with his eyes to see what kind of person this Lu Gong was, that not only had his sister Zeng been blind to his good looks, but he had also managed to trick his beautiful and intelligent sister Ning into dating him.

The guy stared at me for a long time, then nodded at me with his still disdainful look, "Fine, Lu Gong, you win."

Then, looking at his sister Ning with a mournful expression, he said, "I'm sorry to have bothered you."

After saying that, Zeng Beifang turned around and dragged away with a heart full of sorrow.

"Beifang, Beifang..."

Ning Hui called out twice behind him—but the guy didn't even turn his head!

This guy actually has some backbone, huh? Then I stood there with my wife, dumbfounded, watching her little lover's figure disappear into the noisy night and crowd...

"Hey, what are you staring at, honey? Aren't you going to watch the movie?"

After a while, I nudged Ning Hui with my elbow to remind her. Ning Hui looked up at me with a resentful expression, then took my hand, her eyelids drooping, and softly murmured, "Let's go."

Just then, Ning Hui's phone received a text message. It was from Zeng Beifang: "Sister Ning Hui, thank you for the happiness you gave me. Everything is over."

Ning Hui read the message; she couldn't quite describe her emotions, but her heart was definitely churning, and her face flushed slightly.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, Ning Hui picked up her phone and made a call. A moment later, a voice came through the phone, a voice so familiar I could hear it myself: "Hey, honey, what's up? I was saying I'd give you a welcome-back party after you came back from America."

It turned out my wife was talking to Zeng Daxia: "Yeah, we'll talk about the welcome-back party later. Meimei, you should contact Beifang right now, I'm worried he..."

"What happened? What's wrong?" "

Sigh, today Nanze and I went to the movies, and we bumped into Beifang on the street. He mistook Nanze for Lu Gong, and he seemed really agitated. I don't know where he is now. I'm worried he might..." "

Ah? So you've been caught? Did you tell him the truth?"

"No, is that what you mean?"

"Oh, okay, I'll contact him. Should I tell him the truth?"

"Not yet, keep an eye on him for now."

Ning Hui seemed genuinely worried. After finishing the phone call, she glanced at me, bit her lip, and said, "See? It's all your fault. You messed things up now, and that damn Mei Mei too!"

"Sigh, it's a small case. It's over, so be it. I'll find you another one someday. There's no shortage of men in the world, right? But this guy has some backbone, huh?"

"Heh! What time is it, and you're still thinking about these things."

Ning Hui didn't forget to give me a light punch after saying that.

Of course, I couldn't concentrate on the movie. I had begged my wife to wear a two-piece dress tonight. The dress was knee-length, navy blue, and the secret was that I begged her not to wear underwear under it. I would ask my wife to use this trick from time to time. I remember the first time my wife and I went out without underwear, and when we got home, I asked her how she felt. Her answer made me so proud that day that I grabbed her, lifted her up, and did it.

His wife's answer was incredibly seductive: "It's weird, like I'm trying to seduce every man I see when I go out..."

He had planned to watch a movie with his wife, and maybe find a quiet spot for a passionate encounter in the dark theater with his wife, who wasn't wearing underwear. Now, his wife's mind was preoccupied with worrying about her lover; she had no interest in being passionate with him, only in her grievances with Lu Gong.

However, after returning home that night, Ning Hui seemed much better. Plus, Ning Hui had been tragically abstaining from intimacy for almost a week since returning from America. Even though his body had been thoroughly satisfied by his lover, who was now saying he was leaving, last night and this morning, Ning Hui was still understanding and, after washing up, they began a tender affair in bed. Speaking of which,

when a man has an affair and comes home to his wife, it's called "paying his dues"; but when a woman has a lover and comes home to her husband, what's that called?

At first, I was worried that Ning Hui might have trouble getting into the mood, but I quickly dismissed my concerns—to be honest, I did feel a little regretful. If this northern classmate really did end up like this, it would be hard to find a replacement who suited my wife's tastes so well. It seems that the "green hat project" at the Ning Mansion is not going to be a smooth road, but rather a long and arduous one.

By this time, Ning Hui and I were completely naked, our bodies pressed together, our arms and legs intertwined, passionately kissing.

Ning Hui expressed her arousal with moans and fervent responses, revealing a deep affection for her husband that seemed as thick and unyielding as sticky candy syrup.

I kissed my wife, my tongue sliding down her snow-white neck until two delicate cherries stood erect beneath my nose. My wife's beautiful and delicate body is a treasure to me, and these two exquisite cherries are the most precious of treasures. I couldn't resist the urge to suckle both of them, so I took one of Ning Hui's nipples into my mouth and began to play with it. As soon as I did, Ning Hui let out a soft moan. Although it sounded as sweet as ever, I noticed a furrow on her forehead—the difference between pleasure and discomfort is just a furrow on the forehead, you know.

"Hmm? What's wrong, wife?"

I quickly released her mouth and asked cautiously.

"Oh, nothing... nothing, husband. Maybe you're sucking... a little too hard,"

Ning Hui replied softly, her eyes full of tenderness, and she smiled.

I then looked down at the nipple I had just begun to lick—good heavens, there were still faint, reddish marks around Ning Hui's nipple and breasts—any lecher knows where those marks came from—I realized how intense my wife's battle with her lover had been last night and this morning. Look at this guy, my wife's trip to America had made him so thirsty that he'd left Ning Hui's breasts covered in hickeys.

Ning Hui's skin is naturally delicate and incredibly sensitive, and these hickeys hadn't completely faded yet; no wonder she felt a little pain when I touched her so lightly. Thinking back to my unexpected encounter with my northern classmate on the street today, these hickeys now seemed to be speaking volumes about my wife and her lover's passionate past.

Seeing the hickeys on my wife's breasts, revealing the insatiable lust this guy surnamed Zeng had for his sister Ning, and considering his resolute departure, I actually felt a strange fondness for him—he's manly enough, and at least has some principles. Even a lover, or a mistress, should have some backbone.

"What are you staring at? What's wrong with your wife that you don't know?"

Ning Hui, seeing me staring at her breasts for so long without moving, started to whine to me.

I struck a philosophical pose, then lowered my lips again, gently touching the hickeys on Ning Hui's breasts. I chuckled, "Wife, he was kissing your grandma last night, wasn't he? Look at these hickeys. He doesn't even know how to cheat. Isn't he afraid your husband will find out when you get home?"

Ning Hui, seeing her own state, blushed slightly and quickly reached out to cover the hickeys on her breasts. "Oh dear, what are you saying? Who knew he'd be so rough? I haven't seen him in so long… he's like a hungry wolf."

"Hehe,"

I sucked on Ning Hui's fingers and nipples, "Honestly, they're beautiful. These hickeys remind me of a poem called 'Lover's Tears.'"

Holy crap, "Lover's Tears"? What does that have to do with anything?

"Wife, if he really leaves, will you miss him?"

I blurted out in a moment of impulsiveness.

"No… please don't talk about him. Right now, I want your husband,"

Ning Hui said sweetly, her eyes practically brimming with tears as she looked at me. By this point, I was incredibly aroused. The pent-up desire for my wife's body over the past two weeks, coupled with the marks left from her passionate encounters with her lover, provided an unparalleled stimulus for a cuckold like me. At this moment, I, the stay-at-home husband, was already gazing at the moon—no, gazing at her vulva.

Just as I was about to penetrate her, "Plop! Plop!"

came two sounds from Ning Hui's phone on the bedside table.

Damn, another text message!

Normally, no one would bother my wife this late, and Ning Hui and I both knew that this message was most likely related to Zeng Beifang. So we exchanged a smile. Let's just read the message; what if this guy can't figure it out?

Sure enough, it was a message from Zeng Daxia: "Hui, I'm at my wit's end. This guy's drunk like a madman, I can't stop him, he's still drinking. Why don't you try to talk to him? The one who tied the knot must untie it."

Damn, this is what they mean by "he's got a problem to solve." Looks like we're going to have to deal with this kid tonight.

Ning Hui read the message, thought for a moment, and then dialed

Zeng Beifang's number. But twice in a row, Zeng Beifang hung up, refusing to answer his sister Ning's calls. Ning Hui had no choice but to send a text message: "Beifang, I was wrong, but please don't torture yourself like this, okay? Your body is your own."

Haha, the text message came back quickly. Ning Hui's face, which had been flushed, turned pale and then red, her lips clenched tightly. Now she could tell her wife was really angry this time.

The kid's text message read: "It's none of your business what I do. Just be happy. Right now, you're probably still happy with Lu Gong, right?"

Ning Hui's angry expression instantly turned into one of utter grievance, tears welling in her eyes, her chest heaving like waves. "Don't take him seriously. He's just a kid who doesn't know how to talk. He's suddenly taken a hit, and he might have had too much to drink. Honey, don't be angry,"

I quickly comforted Ning Hui, hugging her tightly.

Ning Hui calmed down and then sent a text message back: "Okay, I don't care about you, and I have no right to care, but I just want to tell you that I'm not with Lu Gong right now. I'm with my husband!"

Damn, my wife's text message was so bad, even I couldn't tell if I was Lu Gong or my husband!

After sending the text message, Ning Hui suddenly buried her face in my arms and started sobbing pitifully. It seemed she was really upset. I hugged my wife and continued to comfort her, "Hey, hey, you're really acting like a little kid. Don't cry, honey."

Then I pulled Ning Hui's hand down to my crotch, letting her grasp my erect penis, and then, feigning grievance, said, "Honey, look at it! What's it going to do when you cry like this? It hasn't had a turn in my cunt for almost half a month!"

At this, Ning Hui's previous sobbing suddenly turned into a burst of laughter. Then a series of light, soft punches landed on my chest, accompanied by a grumbling, "It's all your fault, all your fault! It's all because of that damned Mei Mei!"

My wife's complaint was so charmingly coquettish. The key point was that Ning Hui's body was completely naked, a breathtakingly beautiful sight. Half-lying in my arms, her breasts and buttocks trembled violently as she punched me with her fists. Especially striking was the dark, almost erotic pubic hair between her dazzlingly white legs, swaying like it was beckoning in the spring breeze, exuding an aura of seductive allure and seductive charm…

Was this northern classmate really going to say goodbye to his Ning sister's exquisite body? How much courage did that take?

Seeing my wife's alluring beauty, I couldn't resist. I quickly reached between her legs and touched her. Luckily, the passion from our earlier encounter still left some moisture under her lush pubic hair. I quickly raised my penis and thrust it into her opening. Although I had sex with Zeng Daxia while my wife was in the US, that was just a tonic. My wife is the real nourishment, I'm starving after three days without her, and besides, it feels like ten years since she left!

Ning Hui's body was wrapped around my penis, half understanding and half driven by passion, her movements graceful and rhythmic, responding to my thrusts. Soon, accompanied by soft moans, her body began to be covered in fine beads of sweat, which seemed to blend with the moisture flowing from her vagina, filling my arms with a pleasantly slippery feeling.

In the time it takes to smoke half a cigarette, Ning Hui's body writhed more violently as my thrusts intensified. Her earlier moans had turned into cries of "Husband, husband!"...

If it weren't for the sudden change in her lover's plans to leave, this blissful life of being fucked by her lover in the morning and by her husband in the evening would truly be a vibrant and sensual drama of womanhood.

Let the world's envy and jealousy rage even more fiercely! This is the treatment that Ning Hui's wife must enjoy.

I knew my wife was about to climax; the unspoken understanding between us, now at an almost perfect level, was perfectly manifested in our lovemaking. Then I spread her legs wide, letting them hang over my shoulders. This seemingly wanton pose always made me lose control...

"Wife, how about I find you another man to fuck you?"

Suddenly, amidst the intense pleasure of thrusting into my wife's vagina, Ning Hui blurted out.

Damn it, a leopard can't change its spots. This pervert seems unable to continue making love to his wife without mentioning other men.

"No, no, I only want my husband..."

Ning Hui replied breathlessly.

So I didn't say anything and continued thrusting. Just when my wife was about ten thrusts away from her climax, I suddenly stopped thrusting, as if I was about to pull my penis out, and then repeated my question: "Wife, how about I find you another man?"

"No, no... no," Ning Hui still uttered the syllable "no," but as she felt my penis about to slip out, her lower body pressed tightly against me. "Husband... I'm coming, what are you doing?"

Then the scene repeated itself: Ning stopped after five thrusts: "Wife, how about I find you another man to fuck you?"

"No...no..."

Damn it, still no, wife, I want to see if your mouth is harder, or if my penis is harder...

He stopped after three thrusts: "Wife, how about I find you another man to fuck you?"

"No..."

Hahaha, Ning Hui still couldn't answer, but her tone was getting weaker and weaker.

Again!

This time, after one thrust, my wife was coming, and I just stopped. Before I could even ask, my wife cried out: "Good husband, good husband, find me another man..."

"Find another man for what?"

I held my penis, still as majestic as a mountain!

"Find another man to fuck me! Find another man to fuck me! Husband, give it to me, fuck me, husband, don't stop...don't stop..."

That voice made my bones melt...

Damn, this is tiring, is it easy for me to have sex with my wife?

Then, as my penis pounded into my wife's already overflowing cunt with a Bolt-like thrust, Ning Hui's soul-stirring "coming" finally rang out, echoing in the air above the Ning Mansion…

The next day, Ning Hui went to work. I got up early and immediately called Boss Qiu, wanting to settle things between Xiao Yanzi and Boss Qiu as soon as possible. That day at Luo Xiaoyan's apartment, although I stayed overnight, given Xiaoyanzi's sad mood, I didn't dare touch her. I just held her and comforted her with gentle words all night. The next day, when it was time to leave, I begged and pleaded, making it seem like I wouldn't leave until she agreed to see me again. Only then did I say goodbye to Luo Xiaoyan in a firm tone, "Everything will be alright. "

Unexpectedly, Boss Qiu's phone was unreachable, remaining unreachable until the afternoon. I had no choice but to call Dao Ba, and this time it went through.

"You're looking for Boss Qiu? He's out of town. He won't be back for a couple of days,"

Dao Ba said on the phone.

"Oh, I said I needed to talk to him about something."

I was about to hang up, planning to confront Boss Qiu when he returned in a couple of days, when Dao Ba suddenly blurted out something that deeply moved me.

"Sigh, Mr. Nan, actually, Boss Qiu went to beg for money this time. He's been covering for you because Bank Manager Feng wanted our boss to deal with you, and Bank Manager Feng has been holding back the loan that was already approved. Our project is waiting for funding. Do you know how much we lose if our project is delayed even for a day?"

Damn, this feeling of being moved really hit me hard. It turns out that Boss Qiu, besides his womanizing ways, also has the typical male lecherous tendencies. He's really damn loyal. So I quickly arranged to meet Dao Ba, saying I had a plan to discuss with him to get through this.

I did the math; the money he's lost could easily have been used to hire a hitman to kill me a hundred times over. Damn, this calculation made my head spin: what if it wasn't Boss Qiu, but some shady gangster…

Damn!

Dao Ba rushed to the teahouse where I had arranged to meet him. As soon as we sat down, I laid out my plan: I told Dao Ba I had a friend at a TV station, a professional makeup artist, and I could have him do my panda makeup, then put some red medicine or red ink on my nostrils and mouth, and then find a secluded garage where I'd lie on the ground looking like I was dying, take a picture, and give it to that guy surnamed Feng. After I finished, I asked Dao Ba if they could get away with this to Bank Manager Feng.

"I think it'll work, but I need to ask Boss Qiu for permission,"

Dao Ba replied, then grinned at me, "Mr. Nan is really talented. You even came up with this idea. No wonder you write books."

Wait, Dao Ba, I'm not a book writer, I write newspaper articles.

A little while later, Dao Ba went out to make a phone call and came back to tell me that Boss Qiu had agreed to my plan, and we should do it. No sooner

said than done, I immediately called my friend at the TV station, and it was quickly arranged. Dao Ba said he'd be in charge of finding the location. The time was set for tonight.

Then I got ready to pick up my buddy from the TV station. Just as I stood up, Dao Ba said something that made my heart skip a beat again. Dao Ba, with a sinister expression, said, "Actually, the reason Boss Qiu is sticking up to you is largely because of Miss Qiu. Miss Qiu threatened her father that if he touches you, she'll disown him."

Holy crap! What kind of character is this Ning Zhufu? Could it be that Miss Qiu also has feelings for me...?

Things went very smoothly. My makeup skills are so good they've won national TV drama awards. The look of someone who's been badly beaten up was so convincing it was almost indistinguishable from the real thing. It's just that the stuff on my lips, I don't know if it was red ink or red medicine, was really unpleasant. The smell...

When I was lying on the ground posing, pretending to be on the verge of death, for Dao Ba to take a picture, I cursed angrily, "Damn you, you surnamed Feng!"

The next day, Dao Ba took the photo to Bank Manager Feng. With a picture as proof, Mr. Feng didn't suspect anything. Little did he know that he had been tricked by the underworld. Dao Ba even told him that although he hadn't crippled me, I wouldn't be able to get out of bed for at least three days.

Immediately, that pig-headed Feng signed the loan agreement with obvious satisfaction. I can imagine the sinister grin on his face when he looks at my photo.

Dao Ba called me as soon as he finished, saying it was all done, and specifically told me to stay home these next few days. This made me very happy, and I immediately thought that with Boss Qiu not around, today was the perfect opportunity to find Luo Xiaoyan.

I contacted Xiaoyan, and sure enough, she was at her apartment. I then consulted my wife, got her approval, and happily headed to Luo Xiaoyan's apartment.

Luo Xiaoyan seemed to be in a good mood today, much calmer than the other day. After all, what woman would want to keep making things difficult for herself when she can see the man she likes?

I listened to Dao Ba and didn't dare to wander around too much, lest my husband, who should be resting in bed reflecting on his injuries, have another bizarre encounter with Director Feng on the street, which would be a huge joke. So, I bought some groceries at the market near Luo Xiaoyan's apartment and went back to cook a special meal—the kind of home-cooked meal usually only my wife gets to enjoy—to comfort Xiaoyan's wounded heart.

Unexpectedly, this cozy meal turned into a nightmare when Xiaoyan started crying halfway through her meal, big tears streaming down her face and falling into her rice bowl.

"What's wrong, Xiaoyan? Even if the food isn't good, you don't have to be so sad,"

I quickly went over and grabbed a tissue to wipe her tears—I can't remember how long it's been, but every time I see Xiaoyan, I see her crying. If this keeps up, she'll be turning into a character from a romance novel!

Luo Xiaoyan shook her head, holding her rice bowl, and then gently leaned towards me, intending to rest her head on my broad shoulder, but she was too tall—damn, the way we ended up leaning together was hilarious; it looked like I was leaning on her shoulder.

Then, Luo Xiaoyan murmured to herself, "You know what? No man has ever cooked a meal like this for me before. You're the first."

Both of them were deeply moved. Luo Xiaoyan was moved by the meal itself, and Ning Zhufu was moved that Xiaoyan had said he was the first man to cook for her.

That evening, Luo Xiaoyan was filled with a unique tenderness and affection for Ning Zhufu, and she became less wary of his increasingly bold advances, until, until Ning Zhufu finally pulled her into his arms—it's fair to say that Ning Zhufu had gotten incredibly bold by now, embracing the woman of a mafia boss—after all, Xiaoyan had said she wouldn't leave Boss Qiu.

But I really didn't want to leave Xiaoyan, and I bet Xiaoyan, just for this meal, didn't want to leave her Nan-gege either.

What to do? That was the question.

Having been intimate with Xiao Yanzi before, and considering I actually came here tonight hoping to sleep with her, I never expected this meal to have such a magical catalytic effect. Under my onslaught, Luo Xiaoyan basically only offered token resistance before collapsing into my arms, as if to say, "I'm handing my little sister over to you today."

See? If the person isn't right for you, even if you offer them a mountain of gold, they might not want to sleep with you. But if the person is right, cooking a meal is all it takes to get them into bed.

Before I knew it, Ning the cook had already carried Luo Xiaoyan to her boudoir bed.

I don't know if it's just psychological suggestion, but to me, Luo Xiaoyan's bed always seemed to have a clean, chrysanthemum-like fragrance, a scent as faint as mist, as lingering as Xiao Yanzi's height. Perhaps this is what they mean by "a person as pure and serene as a chrysanthemum."

I gently peeled back Luo Xiaoyan's clothes. Today, Luo Xiaoyan was at home, wearing a thin casual outfit that looked like pajamas. Her beautiful hair had grown a few more strands than before, cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall.

Luo Xiaoyan had her eyes closed, her breath as fresh as chrysanthemums. As more and more skin was exposed in front of Brother Nan, her body began to tremble slightly…

The pajamas-like casual outfit had no buttons, so it had to be pulled up from above her head. I slowly lifted it up from her waist. Just as I was halfway up, Luo Xiaoyan's two small, full breasts popped out directly from under her clothes—damn, our little sister Yanzi still wasn't wearing a bra!

This instantly stirred a surge of excitement within me. Ever since I first discovered that Xiao Yanzi didn't wear a bra, this alluring secret had always thrilled me. Looking at those lovely breasts, which seemed to breathe more freely than other women's, I was determined to get Luo Xiaoyan to reveal this secret to me, to satisfy my long-held, erotic longing for those captivating, braless breasts.

"Xiao Yan, can you tell me this secret?"

I gently asked with a smile, stroking Luo Xiaoyan's forehead.

"Hmm, what secret?"

"Why,"

I said, then gently cupped Luo Xiaoyan's breasts in my hands, leaned down and planted a deep kiss on her cleavage, "You never wear... a bra?"

"Huh?"

I felt Luo Xiaoyan's body shudder, her eyes, which had been closed, instantly widened, and she looked at me with a slightly terrified expression, her face immediately turning bright red. "You, how did you know?"

"Hehe,"

I flicked Xiaoyan's nose, "I noticed it the first time we met and ate steak together."

"Huh? How embarrassing! You noticed it back then? How did you find out?"

Luo Xiaoyan was so surprised that her mouth didn't close for a long time, looking at me with a bewildered expression.

"I was staring at your chest, and I saw two perky bumps on your clothes, so tempting."

As I spoke, I kissed Luo Xiaoyan's lips.

"Mmm,"

Luo Xiaoyan responded to my kiss, speaking indistinctly, her face flushed with shyness, "You're so naughty! You were always staring at my...chest. You're so bad!"

She then reached out and started playfully punching my back. Haha, just like my wife's habitual action! Why do women like to be so abusive when they're being affectionate?

"Hehe, your brother Nan is a good person. Tell me, darling, why don't you wear a bra? Are you trying to seduce men to death?"

Ning, the cook, was getting increasingly savory with his words.

"Well...it's related to our profession,"

Luo Xiaoyan murmured, still blushing, "We models aren't allowed to wear bras while working. Our posture instructors also tell us to wear them less often. Over time, I've found it more comfortable not to wear a bra. It feels more free. So, I just stopped wearing one."

After saying this, Luo Xiaoyan gave me a shy smile, then covered her face with the pillow beside her...

The mystery was finally solved! This made me reflect. Some people don't wear bras to seduce men, while others, like Little Swallow, don't wear bras for… freedom.

I know that Luo Xiaoyan's heart has always longed for such a sky, a sky where she can fly freely like a swallow.

This feeling, this lecherous act, must continue.

I quickly removed all of Luo Xiaoyan's clothes, revealing her beautiful, slender naked body, a wheat-colored plain, fragrant with scent… Her two round, firm breasts and the dense, downy patch of hair between her legs formed a captivating triangle, the apex of which aroused erotic thoughts, the three points gazing at each other from afar, an endless display of beauty…

I am speechless with admiration for Little Swallow's perfectly integrated feminine beauty, inside and out. As a male lecher, one way to pay homage to a woman's beauty is… to be a lecherous man.

I suppressed my burning desire, gently caressing Luo Xiaoyan's body with my lips and tongue. I licked down her neck, breasts, and navel, downwards, downwards… towards the goal I hadn't reached before…

Just as I parted Luo Xiaoyan's legs, preparing to bury my face in them, she quickly reached out and cupped my face, shaking her head in terror.

"I must!"

I kissed Luo Xiaoyan's hand, saying firmly.

"No…no…"

Luo Xiaoyan murmured, "There…there…it's dirty…"

"I know what you mean, darling, you want to talk about other men…"

"Yes,"

Luo Xiaoyan nodded.

"Don't worry, it's really nothing,"

I explained gently, trying my best to make Luo Xiaoyan understand that a person's cleanliness or dirtiness is not measured by this. "Darling, now you just need to close your eyes, think of the blue sky and white clouds, and then imagine yourself as a little swallow flying freely in the sky..."

With a gentle tone, my actions became much more firm, not allowing Luo Xiaoyan the slightest resistance. I finally opened Luo Xiaoyan's legs and buried my face deeply in them.

As I opened my lips and gently took the tender bud beneath the velvety grass into my mouth, I heard Luo Xiaoyan's legs instinctively tighten, her body spasm, and then a long, soft sigh escaped her lips…

“So beautiful, so beautiful, darling…”

As my licking quickened, Luo Xiaoyan's moans suddenly turned into exclamations of pure beauty. Then I felt her legs clamp tightly around me, her hands gripping my hair tightly, and then I felt a sweet nectar flowing into my mouth…

I knew that under my oral love, Luo Xiaoyan had finally reached her climax… After a while

, once Luo Xiaoyan's body had calmed down a bit, I lifted my face from between her legs, my mouth still filled with tenderness and Xiaoyan's nectar, and asked with a sense of accomplishment, “Was it good?”

“So beautiful,”

Luo Xiaoyan's face was even more alluring after her orgasm, her voice soft and sticky, “You really don't care that I've been with other men…”

“Do you see me caring?”

I got up and lay down next to Luo Xiaoyan, holding her now incredibly soft and tender body as I answered.

“Then,”

Luo Xiaoyan lowered her eyelids, her voice a shy whisper, like a flower about to bloom, “I want to…”

“What do you want to do?”

“I want to kiss your…”

Then Luo Xiaoyan leaned in and bit my earlobe, her voice barely a whisper, “I want to kiss your little brother too!”

Holy crap, what did I see? A flower of desire was budding on Xiaoyan’s body? This made me instantly overjoyed.

After saying that, Luo Xiaoyan imitated my earlier actions, first opening her mouth to lick my nipple, then moving downwards…

I quickly cupped Luo Xiaoyan’s face and asked affectionately, “First time? Oral sex for a man?”

“Yes.”

Luo Xiaoyan looked at me innocently and nodded, her innocence suddenly making me feel a little sorry for her.

“Never done it with Boss Qiu either?”

“Yes .”

Luo Xiaoyan nodded again.

“Then,”

Ning’s mischievous thoughts began to stir; if he didn’t seize the opportunity to find out more, when would he? "

So, did you ever have an orgasm with Boss Qiu?"

"No,"

Luo Xiaoyan shook her head this time, then whispered, "The first time I had sex with you was the first time I had an orgasm. Oh, and just now, that was the second time."

After saying that, Luo Xiaoyan buried her face shyly in my stomach—what a pure and lovely girl!

"Then,"

I cupped Luo Xiaoyan's head again, "tell me properly, what do you feel about Boss Qiu? Do you hate him? Or do you have a good impression of him?"

"Hmm, let me think,"

Luo Xiaoyan seemed to think very seriously for a while, then answered, "I don't hate him, and I wouldn't say I have a good impression, but I just think he's a good person, kind to people, and quite loyal."

Then Luo Xiaoyan winked mischievously and said, "Are you done asking questions?"

"Hehe,"

I smiled, and hearing this answer, half of my heart was relieved, "Soon, the last question, so, when you had sex with him, did you..."

"What did I do?"

Luo Xiaoyan asked innocently.

"Did you experience pleasure?"

This is the core of today's questionnaire.

"Hmm, what kind of questions are you asking?"

Luo Xiaoyan seemed a little embarrassed, then lowered her voice by an octave and murmured, "Will you be angry if I answer?"

"Of course not, darling."

My heart jumped into my throat. I knew that Xiaoyan's answer would almost certainly determine the fate of this beautiful girl, Boss Qiu, and her Brother Nan!

Luo Xiaoyan pondered for a moment, then didn't answer, but just nodded quickly, as if afraid I would see her expression when she nodded.

Then, Luo Xiaoyan buried her head between my legs, opened her lips, and took my already erect penis into her mouth…

Although Luo Xiaoyan's movements as she took my penis into her mouth looked a little clumsy, it seemed so cute and alluring to me…

Ning Hui hadn't seen President Wang much at the company these past two days. That day, as Ning Hui was getting ready to leave work, she suddenly received a text message from President Wang: “Hui’er, are you free? How about I treat you to dinner tonight?”

Looking at the “Hui’er” that President Wang hadn't called her in so long in the text message, Ning Hui understood everything about President Wang's thoughts. Ning Hui closed her eyes, her mind filled with memories of her trip to America, where she longed to see President Wang but couldn't be with him, and the rumors Xiao Li had whispered in her ear.

Then Ning Hui bit her lip and replied to the text message: "No need, Mr. Wang, thank you. What's past is past."

After sending the message, Ning Hui found her eyes welling up with tears, which then streamed down her face…

It took her a while to come to her senses. She called Zeng Meimei and asked her to have dinner together, saying she was feeling down and wanted her company.

During dinner with Zeng Meimei, Ning Hui was preoccupied and had little appetite. Actually, Zeng Meimei had sensed something was wrong from the beginning and asked several times what was wrong, but Ning Hui remained silent. So, Zeng Meimei, oblivious to her own troubles, ate heartily by herself.

After a long pause, Ning Hui finally mumbled something to herself, her voice barely audible, "Tell me, Mei Mei, can a person really love two people at the same time?"

Zeng Daxia heard her clearly, his mouth agape for a moment, looking utterly astonished, and asked, "What's wrong? Who have you fallen for? Don't tell me you've fallen for my brother?"

Ning Hui lowered her head and shook it, quickly saying, "No, it's not him!"

"But, it's all over..."

Ning Hui continued to murmur... (Chapter 67,
December 4th

: Happy Birthday, Little Swallow)

Zeng Meimei was genuinely startled by Ning Hui's sudden remark, thinking Ning Hui meant the person she had fallen in love with was her brother—if that were the case, Zeng Meimei thought, how could she face Comrade Lu Gong? This was truly a huge mess.

Listening to Ning Hui's muttering to herself, Zeng Meimei suddenly seemed to remember something and cautiously asked, "Honey, the person you're talking about, isn't it the one day during our road trip when we played Truth or Dare, and Beifang asked you how many men you'd been with?"

Then Zeng Meimei counted on her fingers, "You answered three, right... isn't it that mysterious third person besides your husband and Beifang?"

Ning Hui raised her eyelids, smiled slightly, and nodded without saying a word, which was considered an answer.

"What's going on?"

Now Zeng Meimei was really excited, her eyes immediately gleaming with intense curiosity!

"Who is that person?"

"Our company's... General Manager Wang,"

Ning Hui murmured softly.

"Ah? I've seen him! He even attended your wedding, right?"

"Yeah."

"Wow, I still remember what he looked like, tall and big, quite manly! I heard he was a war hero, right? He seemed like the kind of person with a lot of experiences and a lot of stories."

Zeng Meimei got even more excited, her eyes turning into a lovestruck, seductive light. "Tell me, tell me!"

"It's nothing much,"

Ning Hui bit her lip and hesitated for a while. Seeing Zeng Meimei's inquisitive and fussy look, she puffed out her chest, let out a long breath, as if trying to release the pent-up feelings she had been holding in for so long, and then began to tell the story of Ning Hui's cuckoldry.

Of course, telling her husband's embarrassing stories was to clarify the ins and outs of her affair with Boss Wang—facing her best friend, whom she was meant to tease, and given their decades-long friendship and the fact that Mei Mei already knew about Ning's cuckoldry, Ning Hui felt no pressure or obligation to hide anything. So, Ning Hui started by recounting Boss Wang's arrival at the company, explaining almost every detail: her heroic complex, recognizing Boss Wang as her daughter, and how Ning's husband's misunderstanding of their unprotected sex led to an argument, his running away from home, and being robbed and stabbed. She even included the explicit scene of restoring Boss Wang's virility in bed, and then the text message she sent him that afternoon to sever their ties…

Ning Hui finished in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, and waited a second… As soon as Ning Hui finished speaking, Zeng Meimei's booming voice began to blare: "Tsk tsk, I was telling you when we were kids you liked Li Xiangyang, Dong Cunrui, and that guy who fired at me, oh right, and Wang Cheng and all those war heroes were just a joke, huh? Turns out you're serious! Well, now you've really met your great hero, my goodness, don't keep coming up with things that are beyond my comprehension, okay?"

Then Zeng Meimei crossed her arms over her chest, closed her eyes, and said with a look of longing and intoxication, "Why haven't I met such a great man? Tsk tsk, it's even a father-daughter relationship, how romantic, how exciting!"

Seeing Zeng Meimei's act, Ning Hui was both annoyed and amused, so she rolled her eyes at Zeng Meimei and said irritably, "Are you done yet? You're really getting carried away, aren't you? Why did I call you here? Are you afraid things won't get out of hand?"

"Sigh!"

Zeng Meimei, having had her fill of commotion, sighed with a particularly wistful expression, "You know, in a woman's life, how come she can't escape the word 'love'?"

Despite Zeng Meimei's usual carefree and boisterous nature, when she gets serious, she can utter such philosophical words. This sigh about the relationship between women, fate, and love immediately put Ning Hui into deep thought.

"When a woman falls in love, the worst thing is being trapped by it; no matter how much she suffers, it's all on her."

Then, Zeng Meimei continued like reciting lines, her reasoning flowing smoothly; it seemed she was here today to play the philosopher.

“Yes, no matter what, you're the one who suffers,”

Ning Hui nodded thoughtfully, then a bitter smile flickered across her face like a dragonfly skimming the water. “Am I too…”

“Too what?”

“Too promiscuous.”

Ning Hui smiled. “Loving two people at the same time, isn’t that extravagant?”

“Hehe, theoretically speaking, a person can love n people at the same time. Humans are born alone. When it comes to feelings, it’s like a container without a limit; the more the better.”

Zeng Meimei’s earlier exuberance had vanished completely, replaced by a solemn expression as if facing such a grand question about life.

Ning Hui picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, then lowered her head, trying to calm the turmoil in her chest, trying to transform the truly overwhelming waves in her heart into a still lake…

“Honey, so, what are you going to do?”

Zeng Meimei looked at Ning Hui’s downcast and solemn face and finally couldn’t help but ask.

“What do you mean, what are you going to do?”

Ning Hui looked up, blinking at Zeng Meimei.

"You... and President Wang, it must be so hard for you two to keep this up. Why don't you just continue being lovers? Have a good talk with Nan Ze. If you can't say it, I will. As long as President Wang can't take her husband's place, he'll be more than happy to be cuckolded!"

"No... no need. I already said it's all over."

Ning Hui bit her lip, answered firmly, and then gave a faint smile.

"Sigh, you indecisive woman, where did your fearless, stubborn temper go?"

Zeng Meimei started yelling again. "Alright, alright, fine, if you're going to break up, then break it off cleanly. Your husband let you out to play with men, but you wanted to play with emotions. Now you've got yourself into trouble."

"You damn Meimei!"

Ning Hui's face turned pale at Zeng Meimei's outburst. This Zeng Meimei's switching between the roles of philosopher and vulgar woman was too dazzling. What did she mean by playing with men and emotions? Did this sound like something a highly educated woman would say? Ning Hui nervously glanced around and pinched Zeng Meimei's arm. "What nonsense are you talking about? Is it going to kill someone if you keep your voice down? Are you afraid no one can hear you?"

"Hehehe, so what if I heard? Men are allowed to play with women, but women aren't allowed to play with men?"

Zeng Meimei seemed to be getting more and more excited, then she leaned closer to Ning Hui with a mysterious look, her voice finally dropping an octave as she whispered in Ning Hui's ear: "Honey, you seem so depressed. I'll ask Ning's husband for a day off, and I'll take you out to have some fun!" "

Where to?"

"To Night Love!"

"What's Night Love? What do we do there?"

"Hehehe, we play with men!"

Zeng Meimei said, a lovestruck smile blooming on her face. "Night Love is a one-night stand club, full of rich and handsome guys, and lots of artsy guys like you. If we sisters go, we'll scare the place to hell."

"Tch,"

Ning Hui blushed slightly when she heard what Zeng Meimei was really saying, and punched Zeng Meimei lightly. "Can't you be a little more reliable? Don't you ever have a serious moment?"

"My philosophy is, I'd rather be genuinely flirtatious than pretend to be serious!"

Zeng Meimei finished speaking and then burst into another carefree laugh.

"Get lost, I'm not going to flirt with you anymore."

Ning Hui knew that Zeng Daxia was truly unstoppable when she got going, so she quickly changed the subject. "So, how's things in the North now?"

"Hehe, he's heartbroken. What else can he do? His sister Ning broke his heart, poor little guy."

Zeng Meimei was hoarse from talking and took a sip of water.

"Well, you should check on him more. I hope nothing's wrong with him. I feel like it's unfair to him to keep this from him from the beginning. I'll go home and ask my husband if we should tell him the truth."

Ning Hui said with some concern.

"Tch, what's the use of my concern? He's thinking about his sister Ning, huh?"

Suddenly, Zeng Meimei seemed to remember something, smiled mysteriously, and said bluntly, "Hey, honey, how do you feel about breaking up with my brother? Are you really sad?"

"What do you think?"

A trace of sadness really flashed across Ning Hui's face, and she sighed, "People aren't machines. We've been together for so long, and then you just leave like that. It's a lie to say I'm not sad at all."

"Hehehe, at least you still have some conscience towards my brother. But I think it's better not to tell him the truth. I think this time, besides not being able to stand you having an affair with another man..."

"Hey, hey, hey, who had an affair with whom? Can you watch your mouth?"

Hearing Zeng Meimei say this, Ning Hui pouted unhappily and quickly muttered.

"You and Lu Gong, hehehe, get this straight, Lu Gong is my sugar daddy!"

Zeng Daxia said in his usual boisterous manner, seemingly amused by Ning Hui's exasperated expression. "Besides being unable to accept your affair with Comrade Lu Gong, another important reason, in my analysis, is that he's particularly hurt by losing to Lu Gong, a loser he's always looked down on."

"Sigh, sometimes, Beifang is a bit arrogant,"

Ning Hui chimed in.

"So, it's good for him to experience some setbacks. He's always had it too easy, always a winner. How can he grow up without experiencing some setbacks?"

Zeng Daxia started acting like a political commissar again.

"Hmm,"

Ning Hui nodded thoughtfully, "As long as he's alright, that's good. Okay, that's about it for today, I'll go pay the bill. I told my husband I wouldn't be home too late."

"No, no, honey, I promised to treat you to a welcome-back dinner from America, so I'm treating today. Even though you didn't have much of an appetite today, I'll still pay the bill."

While waiting for the waiter to settle the bill, Ning Hui picked up a toothpick and forked a slice of watermelon from the fruit plate, holding it to her lips as if she wanted to eat it, exuding a captivating charm. Then, Ning Hui suddenly said in a low voice, "Meimei, you mentioned that Night Love Club earlier, have you been there? One-night stands, are they really that exciting?"...

These past two days, Ning Hui has seemed depressed and her spirits haven't been high. I've asked her about it a few times, and she always says she's too busy at work and a bit tired. I didn't think much of it, just told my wife to get more rest.

That morning, I first called Boss Qiu to discuss the matter of Luo Xiaoyanzi and to thank him for his righteous act in dealing with Bank Manager Feng's reprimand of me. Boss Qiu answered the phone this time, but said he was still out of town and wouldn't be back for another two days. So I went to the newspaper office to handle some work matters, and as usual, I went to Boss Qiao's office for a lively discussion about recent international and national affairs, managing to extract some important political secrets from him. At noon, I treated Boss Qiao to tofu rice, and then played a few games of Go with him in his office. I gave him a two-stone handicap, but I still managed to defeat him decisively. Then, feeling extremely satisfied, I prepared to leave the newspaper office and go home.

To my delight and surprise, I received a text message from Luo Xiaoyan: "Brother Nan, where are you? Busy?"

The joy I felt needs no explanation; you know what I mean. This was unexpected because I couldn't remember the last time Luo Xiaoyan had proactively texted me like this. It meant that Xiaoyan's heart was gradually opening up…

I quickly called Luo Xiaoyan's cell phone: "I'm at the newspaper office, just finished up and have some free time. Where are you? What's wrong? Is something the matter?"

"I'm at my apartment, nothing's wrong… Can't I call you?"

Luo Xiaoyan sounded a little resentful, but I immediately understood—the girl missed me—this feeling instantly made me feel like I'd eaten an ice cream in the sweltering July heat.

"No, no, Xiaoyan, don't misunderstand,"

I quickly explained.

"I miss you, are you free? Can you come and keep me company?"

Xiaoyan's timid voice on the other end of the phone was so pitiful.

"Okay, I'll be right there," I quickly agreed

. I

readily agreed on the phone, but after hanging up, I was worried. How should I ask my wife for permission? I just went on a date with Luo Xiaoyan two days ago, and now I'm going again? The frequency seems a bit too high.

But I'd already promised Xiaoyanzi, so I had no choice but to bite the bullet and try asking my wife. I immediately drafted a text message and sent it: "Honey, Xiaoyanzi needs to see me about something, so I'm asking if I can go. Of course, if you don't approve, I'll absolutely obey 200%!"

Not long after, my wife replied, and her reply made me want to shout "Long live my wife!" three times: "Ha, doesn't your wife know your little schemes? 200% obedience, huh? If I didn't let you go, you'd be pouting like crazy. Go ahead, darling, don't come back too late." Wow,

if there were an Oscar for the most understanding wife, it would definitely go to my wife. Going on a date with my lover with my wife's decree—this world is so wonderful!

Let the world's envy and jealousy come even more fiercely, because I have such an Oscar-worthy wife!

Arriving at Luo Xiaoyan's apartment, the moment I stepped inside, I was so astonished that even my husband, Xiao Ning, couldn't help but jump for joy. While Luo Xiaoyan was dazzling on the runway and various performance stages, wearing all sorts of sexy and not-so-sexy gowns, offstage she always preferred a simple, plain look, forever projecting the image of a girl next door. But today… the

moment I entered the room, I felt a flash of dazzling light, like an alien visitor, almost knocking me to the ground and causing my nose to bleed—it turned out Luo Xiaoyan was wearing a pure white dress, trimmed with silver… The silk-trimmed camisole, its hem just past her hips, revealed Luo Xiaoyan's beautiful, long legs and slightly upturned buttocks. The ultra-thin triangular underwear subtly outlined a seductive triangle within the extremely short skirt, sparking the imagination. Crucially, the low-cut neckline of the camisole barely covered half of her breasts, leaving almost half of her upper breasts exposed. The V-shaped cleavage, seemingly both shallow and deep, rippled gently with the movement of her body.

As usual, Luo Xiaoyan wasn't wearing a bra; her round, firm breasts were presented in their most natural state, making one forget they were a woman's breasts, instead viewing them as the most beautiful and precious gems of the world.

Never before have I seen Luo Xiaoyan display her body with such captivating, vibrant, and alluring sexiness—it's said that women adorn themselves for their lovers, and this most enchanting private scenery a woman can possess is something Little Swallow has specially offered for her Brother Nan.

Looking at the spring scenery and beauty that Little Swallow so lovingly presented before me, I felt a surge of excitement and emotion, staring blankly for a long time, unable to move, completely like a pathetic loser utterly captivated by a goddess!

Seeing me staring at her with eyes practically spitting fire, Luo Xiaoyan realized her Nan-gege was using his eyes to flirt, and she became a little embarrassed. She instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, her face flushed with shyness. "Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked.

"Do you...do you...have any hemostatic suppositories?"

I felt like my tongue was tumbling out.

"Why do you need hemostatic suppositories?"

Luo Xiaoyan was confused by my abrupt question.

"Because...if my nose starts bleeding, I won't be able to stop it!"

Luo Xiaoyan finally realized that her deliberately sexy outfit had made Nan-gege unable to control himself and about to have a nosebleed. She quickly jumped into my arms, intending to bury her head in my chest and act coquettishly, but the result was rather comical: Comrade Ning, the stay-at-home husband, was being held in the arms of the little sister Yanzi.

Damn it, she's 178cm, I'm 175cm, it's not my fault!

I held Xiao Yanzi's tall, half-exposed body tightly in my arms, her fragrance filling the air. Then I tilted my head back—don't spray me, I'm...—and asked Xiao Yanzi for a kiss!

Without hesitation, Luo Xiaoyan lowered her head, her fragrant lips parted slightly, and pressed against my large mouth—what followed was a passionate, earth-shattering kiss. I plunged my tongue deep into Luo Xiaoyan's fragrant mouth, swirling it wildly. Luo Xiaoyan sucked on me with increasing intensity, occasionally extending her own tongue into my mouth for me to suckle.

This kiss made time in Luo Xiaoyan's apartment slow down by five minutes—because the kiss lasted exactly five minutes, and the passionate Xiao Yanzi and her Nan-gege kissed until time seemed to stand still...

If my hands hadn't been constantly moving, reaching under the hem of Luo Xiaoyan's sundress, almost slipping into her panties, the kiss might have continued even longer.

"Mmm, wait, don't be so impatient..."

Luo Xiaoyan protested, panting, as she slapped my hand away from her panties.

"No, no, darling, you can't leave me like this after all this stimulation!"

Ning, the cook, started acting like a rogue. Even though Xiaoyan was tall, she was still a delicate woman, how could she resist her brother Nan, whose blood was already boiling?

With a little force, I broke through Luo Xiaoyan's symbolic defense with her slender hand, and her almost invisible, ultra-thin triangle panties were pulled open like a leaf. Then, with a very tender and gentle touch, I caressed Luo Xiaoyan's delicate flower garden.

Even a light touch left a warm, damp feeling on my hand. Ning, the cook, immediately exclaimed mischievously, "Wow, darling, it's already babbling like a little stream!"

"Mmm—"

Luo Xiaoyan whimpered, her legs seemingly instinctively clamping my hand between them, then her body went limp against mine, but she kept murmuring, "Just... just a little while, okay?"

Seeing that Luo Xiaoyan still insisted on waiting even in this state, I figured she must have something important to say, so I stopped what I was doing and gently asked, "What's wrong, darling?"

Luo Xiaoyan's answer almost made me collapse...

Luo Xiaoyan said sweetly, "Can you let me finish watching this rerun of 'If You Are the One'? It's airing right now!"

Oh my god! I then realized that the TV in the room had been on the whole time, and Meng Fei's deep, somewhat unclear, atypical Mandarin was playing: "Please look at the twenty-four female guests across the room, please choose your favorite girl..."

Then, still seething with anger towards Meng Fei, I pulled Luo Xiaoyan onto the sofa and started watching

"You Are the One." "Hehe, sorry, it'll only be a little while, it'll be over in a second. *smack*"

Seeing my annoyed expression, Luo Xiaoyan, while watching, pouted and gave me a sweet kiss on the lips, coaxing me sweetly.

"Hey, hey, what's so interesting about this? You're not interested in the female guests, and not many of the male guests are handsome,"

I deliberately teased.

"Huh, who said I wanted to watch the female and male guests?"

Unexpectedly, Luo Xiaoyan pouted and said this.

"Then what are you watching?"

"Watching Grandpa Meng! This little lady is a fan of Grandpa Meng, hehe!"

Luo Xiaoyan deliberately shrank closer to snuggle in my arms and said sweetly.

"Ah, you like Grandpa Meng?"

"Yeah, I like him a lot."

"Hehehe,"

I laughed, "You like him? A bald, bespectacled middle-aged man with a perpetually upturned upper lip? Goodness. What's your taste?"

"I think he's incredibly talented and humorous. Anyway, I just like him. Don't you believe me?"

Xiao Yanzi tugged at my arm and shook it, looking extremely serious, as if afraid I wouldn't believe her.

"Hehe, I believe you, I believe you. So, how much do you like him?"

Now Ning Zhufu's eyes lit up, he was really getting excited.

"I...I..."

Luo Xiaoyan wanted to say something, but couldn't, suddenly becoming flustered or perhaps shy, her face turning red.

"What's wrong? Could it be that this bald guy is your dream man? You've dreamt about him?"

I was just making a casual joke...

Then I realized, damn, this world is amazing! Unexpectedly, Luo Xiaoyan looked at me with utter astonishment and complete honesty, her mouth agape for a long time: "How did you know?"

"Huh?"

Now it was my turn to be speechless. "You really dreamt about him? What happened?"

"I...hehehe...I won't tell, I won't tell!"

Luo Xiaoyan's face turned bright red, and suddenly she couldn't help but burst out laughing, burying her face in my chest!

"Hehehe, tell me, darling,"

I quickly cupped Luo Xiaoyan's face and pleaded, "I've dreamt about Maggie Cheung before, and it's not shameful to dream about your idol, right?"

"Mmm-hmm,"

Luo Xiaoyan shook her head desperately, but I still pleaded as much as I could, and finally Luo Xiaoyan relented, "Okay, I'll tell you, but you can't laugh at me."

"No, no! Absolutely not!"

I solemnly promised repeatedly, then stretched out my hand to make a pinky promise, "Come on, pinky promise, if you laugh, you're a puppy."

"Hehehe,"

Luo Xiaoyan finally laughed, stretched out her hand and pinky-promised me, "Okay, I'll tell you, if you laugh, you're a puppy!"

"Mmm-hmm, I'm a puppy."

I nodded like I was pounding garlic.

"I...I dreamt about him..."

Xiaoyan's words were on the tip of her tongue, but she still couldn't say them.

"What's wrong with dreaming about him?"

"With him..."

Xiaoyan's hesitant and unspeakable appearance at this moment was extremely shy and embarrassed.

Actually, the meaning and context of that hesitant sentence had already made my whole body freeze: "I dreamt about kissing him..."

"Mmm..."

Luo Xiaoyan nodded quickly and buried her face in my arms again!

"Did you dream about...making love with him?"

Ning, the cook, wasn't about to let this opportunity pass, and his mischievous mind raced, pressing for more information.

"Mmm..."

Luo Xiaoyan nodded again, her head buried in my chest. "I don't know if it was him." "

Anyway, in the dream, Grandpa Meng was on top of you, being a pervert, right?"

"Mmm..."

Then Luo Xiaoyan reached out and punched me lightly. "No, no, I'm so embarrassed, you bad boy!"

"Hahaha!"

Looking at Luo Xiaoyan's irresistibly cute and charming appearance in my arms, I couldn't help but burst into laughter!

"Little dog! Little dog! I told you not to laugh!"

Luo Xiaoyan quickly reached out and covered my mouth.

Hahaha, spring dreams always leave no trace, so our lovely little swallow's spring dream was about the bald-headed, bespectacled Grandpa Meng!

Damn, Meng Fei, you're quite the ladies' man! Do you even know how beautiful our little swallow is? You ruined me like this in my dream!

Actually, to be honest, I still really like Grandpa Meng, mainly because his wetness is quite amusing.

Thumbs up, Grandpa Meng! Thank you, for my lovely little swallow sister!

I grabbed Luo Xiaoyan's outstretched hand. It turns out that this sudden knowledge of Xiaoyan's girlish erotic dream made me feel inexplicably hot and excited, oh no, I mean aroused. I admit, the moment Luo Xiaoyan nodded and admitted that she made love with Grandpa Meng in her dream, I shamefully got hard!

Thinking of that ancient and timeless truth, looking at Xiaoyan's cute and shy face, I... really got hard!

The truth is, which girl doesn't dream of spring?

At this moment, my little Ning husband was already standing tall and hot as iron in my crotch. I couldn't wait to pull Xiaoyan's hand into my crotch, then she wrapped her slender fingers around the glans of my erect penis, and then guided them to gently stroke it up and down.

A moment later, I began to breathe heavily, groaning incoherently, "Darling, I can't take it anymore, look at it, it's so hard... oh..."

Luo Xiaoyan looked at me with gentle, watery eyes, then at the little mound being caressed and rubbed in my crotch. Without hesitation, she began to unzip my pants and carefully took my penis out of my underwear.

When my penis was taken out, it bounced in the air like a straight spring, the shaft swaying like a tree stump about to topple. Luo Xiaoyan saw this and smiled charmingly...

Then she bent down, pursed her lips, and gently sucked on the glans, moaning, "It's so cute..."

After saying that, she opened her mouth and took the entire glans down to the second half into her mouth...

With that one bite, I felt my stiff body melt away like ice cream in Luo Xiaoyan's warm, soft, and moist lips.

This time, Luo Xiaoyan's movements were much more skilled and natural than before. Although there was still a slight teeth-like sensation when she licked the shaft due to her lack of experience, the excitement and stimulation of Luo Xiaoyan offering me oral sex between my legs made that teeth-like sensation an unparalleled pleasure.

I gently held Luo Xiaoyan's head, softly inserting my hands into her cascading hair that fell over her fragrant shoulders, my throat emitting soft, panting sounds…

“Was it good, darling?”

After a while, Luo Xiaoyan released my penis, looked up, her eyes blinking, and asked me with a sincere and adorable expression.

I cupped Luo Xiaoyan's face, kissed her lips that had just been licking my penis hard, and smiled as I said, “Was it good when I gave you oral sex?”

“Mmm,”

Luo Xiaoyan nodded, the light in her eyes seemingly piercing my heart.

“I feel as good as you do, understand? And…”

I chuckled mischievously, “Your technique is much better than last time. If… if your teeth didn’t get caught on the shaft when you licked it, that would be perfect.”

“Mmm,”

Luo Xiaoyan let out a shy, soft moan, “You bad boy.”

After saying that, Luo Xiaoyan lowered her head, opened her mouth again, and took my penis into her mouth. She even improved the sucking motion on the shaft, just as I had suggested. Soon, Ning Zhufu was already enjoying the blissful sensation of his penis being swallowed toothlessly by her delicate, beautiful lips.

I gently began to lift my erect penis and slowly push it into Luo Xiaoyan's throat. Luo Xiaoyan didn't resist at all, which sent a warm, burning sensation through me. Then, I ran my hands back into Luo Xiaoyan's hair and mumbled, "Darling, can you close your eyes?"

"Mmm,"

Luo Xiaoyan murmured, unable to speak, just nodding indistinctly as she licked and sucked my penis. Then she closed her eyes, but her lips and tongue continued to caress me...

"Close your eyes, and think about the cock you're sucking right now..."

I deliberately used the strong word "cock," then I closed my eyes, steeled myself, and blurted out the rest of my sentence, "Darling, think about how the cock you're sucking right now is Grandpa Meng's, okay?"

As soon as I finished speaking, I clearly felt Luo Xiaoyan's body shudder, and she let out a deep moan. The penis I was sucking in her mouth was noticeably sucked harder...

Luo Xiaoyan's "Ah oh" moan sounded incredibly sweet and resonant, echoing long in the room...

At this moment, Grandpa Meng's masculine, magnetic baritone voice in his atypical Mandarin came from the TV: "The contact information for the male guests who didn't find a match today is..."

The replay of "youaretheone" finally ended! Grandpa Meng had disappeared from the television screen; in the mind of our lovely, dear Xiao Yanzi, he had transformed into the erection of the man she was currently fondling…

After a while, I can't remember how I frantically stripped Luo Xiaoyan naked—though it was just a thin, leaf-like suspender top and a pair of panties—and carried her to the bedroom bed. At this moment, my penis was already incredibly aroused, thrusting vigorously beneath Luo Xiaoyan's already wet body. Watching my cock slap in and out of Luo Xiaoyan's tender flesh under her pubic hair, and with each thrust bringing forth Luo Xiaoyan's increasingly tight moans, I wished time could stand still at this moment…

Although Luo Xiaoyan's breaths were coming in one after another, it seemed that she was still trying her best to control herself, just like the previous times when we made love, not wanting to make any louder noises…

“Darling, is it comfortable?”

I asked gently, controlling the intensity of my thrusts.

"Mmm, so...so good...mmm,"

Luo Xiaoyan answered me breathlessly in a broken voice.

"Then could you...make your moans a little louder, turn 'mmm' into 'ahhhhh'?"

I then increased the intensity of my thrusts.

"Mmm, you bad...you bad boy...mmm,"

Luo Xiaoyan's voice was still a little restrained...

"Darling, you not only need to learn to enjoy it, but also to learn to express that enjoyment...okay?"

So I increased the force again, giving her a deep thrust that went nine times as deep as possible!

"Mmm... Say you love me! Mmm... Say you love me!"

I felt Luo Xiaoyan's body begin to actively draw in my penis, thrusting upwards...

"I love you, darling! I love you!"

I went all out, letting my cock pound inside Luo Xiaoyan's now incredibly wet, tender, and tight honey pot.

"Mmm... Ahhhhhh... Ah—"

Luo Xiaoyan finally turned her soft moans into heart-stirring cries under my vigorous thrusting!

I felt a shiver run through me, unable to tell if it was love or joy... only the relentless, pounding of my penis against Xiaoyan's sticky, honey-like flower core!

I felt the tender flesh of Xiaoyan's flower core begin to contract tightly; I knew that Xiaoyan had begun to fly, to fly to the most magnificent peak of the sky!

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Ning Zhufu's mind—in all his previous encounters with Xiao Yanzi, they had only used the most traditional missionary position, while the most stimulating and submissive position for a woman...

This was a golden opportunity, and he quickly stopped his vigorous thrusting, slowly pulling his wet penis out of Luo Xiaoyan's honeypot.

"Mmm, give it to me, give it to me, darling, I want you, I want you!"

Luo Xiaoyan's legs were tightly wrapped around me, unwilling to let me slip out.

"Wait, darling, I will want you, I will want you even more fiercely."

After saying that, he pulled Luo Xiaoyan's body up, making her face away from him, and then she knelt on the bed with her legs spread apart.

Luo Xiaoyan turned her head and looked at me with a slightly bewildered gaze. I leaned in and gave her a tender kiss. "Don't be nervous, darling. All you need to do is enjoy it and express your pleasure with your loudest voice. What I'm doing now is just a different way. I'm going to take you from behind, to penetrate you from behind."

"Mmm,"

Luo Xiaoyan murmured, nodding as if she understood, then turned her head as I instructed, supporting herself with her hands on the ground. When Luo Xiaoyan presented her round, perky, slightly tanned buttocks high in this position, the beautiful disc and alluring cleft were so visually stimulating that my penis jolted, and I almost ejaculated.

I suppressed my urge to ejaculate, reached out, and traced the cleft of Luo Xiaoyan's alluring buttocks, then slightly widened it. Following the guidance of her fingers, I guided my penis into the moist, fragrant honey hole below her buttocks.

"Ah—"

My penis had barely entered and hadn't even withdrawn when I heard Luo Xiaoyan let out a long sigh. I heard it clearly, it was "ah," not "um"—this filled me with unprecedented excitement… Then, after a few gentle thrusts, I gripped Luo Xiaoyan's firm, smooth, full-moon-like buttocks with both hands and began to accelerate, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echoing continuously once again.

"Ahhhhh…"

Luo Xiaoyan's earlier, interrupted cries returned, as melodious as a swallow's song…

"Is it good? Darling? Does it feel good to be penetrated from behind like this?"

"Mmm, it feels good, ahhhh…"

"Do you like being penetrated from behind like this, darling?"

"I like it… I like it… faster… faster… faster, darling…"

"Say it, penetrate me, darling! Say it, penetrate me!"

I was almost delirious and insane!

"Put it in, my darling, put it in me... put it in me! Ahhhhh!"

I don't know if this is a milestone for a girl's transition from naivety to maturity, but for me, it's the first time I've heard those words—words that would make any man swoon—from Luo Xiaoyan's mouth for the first time... put it in me!

At this moment, I don't know what I'm doing, or if I'm doing the right thing—a girl with such a tragic fate, kind as the heavens, from the fear of sex brought on by being raped and having her virginity taken by her half-brother, to now expressing such a strong desire for love and sex, I really don't know if I'm doing the right thing, I don't know how far I can go with this girl in front of me—but after all, right or wrong, I've already done it!

Hearing her ecstatic moans and pleas for me to thrust in, I finally ejaculated inside Luo Xiaoyan's beautiful, honeyed hole. Xiaoyan expressed her love and gratitude for her Nan-gege (Brother Nan) with an orgasm far more intense than any before…

and also gratitude for Grandpa Meng…

As the passion subsided, I held Luo Xiaoyan's naked, still slightly sweaty body and whispered sweet nothings: "Darling, was the way you did it just now good?"

"Mmm, I didn't even know where I was."

"Is it more comfortable and more exciting to penetrate from behind?"

I gently pinched one of Luo Xiaoyan's nipples, asking with a mischievous grin.

"Both front and back are comfortable, but from behind, it seems, psychologically it's more…"

"More what?"

I pressed on, feeling a sense of accomplishment.

"More… more exciting!"

Luo Xiaoyan finished, burying her face shyly in my arms, then playfully punched me, "You bad boy!"

"Hmm, darling, let me ask you another question,"

Ning Zhufu continued conducting his survey.

"Hmm, what's the question?"

"With Boss Qiu, did he ever penetrate you from behind?"

"What kind of questions are you asking? You're so mean! He wanted to, but... but I didn't."

Luo Xiaoyan didn't look at me, but her face was still flushed, whether from the recent climax or from shyness, I didn't know.

"Hehe, oh, when did you and Boss Qiu start?"

"Hmph! You're asking me? You should be asking yourself!"

"What happened?"

"That time, you forgot? I was going to offer myself to you, but you... you don't know how kind I was that time. "

Luo Xiaoyan's eyes blinked, her face full of coquettishness and resentment.

"Ah? You mean that time I didn't have the courage to take you? You mean you were already going to be with Boss Qiu then... and you were going to give yourself to me first?" Luo Xiaoyan's eyelids drooped, and she didn't speak, only giving a soft "

hmm" and nodding.

Suddenly, I felt a surge of immense emotion and pity welling up inside me. I wondered how I, a mere cook, could possibly accept such profound affection from this girl.

I hugged Luo Xiaoyan tightly and planted a deep kiss on her forehead: "Sorry, it's my fault."

"Okay, considering you spent time with me today, I accept your 'sorry',"

Luo Xiaoyan smiled playfully, reaching out to gently pinch my nose. "Actually, I should thank you. I felt so happy and joyful today. You know, today is my..."

"Your what?"

"My birthday."

Luo Xiaoyan looked at me with bright eyes. "I was afraid of bothering you and your wife, so I didn't want to contact you. But I couldn't resist sending you a text message. I hope your wife won't be angry with me?"

"Ah? Why didn't you tell me it's your birthday today?"

I was clearly caught off guard by this sudden news, half joyful and half flustered. Joyful because I knew how much Xiao Yanzi cared for me, flustered because celebrating her birthday like this was a bit too shabby.

I quickly glanced at the Omega watch my wife had bought me, lying on the bedside table. It was almost nightfall, so I hurriedly said, "Hurry up and get dressed, let's go out and have some fun to celebrate! My treat!"

"Yay!"

Luo Xiaoyan's face immediately lit up with a radiant smile. Just as we were getting ready, my phone rang. It was Ning Hui.

I quickly answered, and heard Ning Hui's sickly voice on the other end: "Honey, is it a good time to talk?"

"What's wrong, honey?"

Hearing Ning Hui's voice, I immediately tensed up.

"I'm sick, I have a really high fever. I took my temperature at home, it's 39 degrees Celsius. Can you come home right now?"

"Oh? Okay, I'll be right back."

I quickly dressed and rushed out the door.

Just as I was about to leave, I saw Luo Xiaoyan staring at me blankly.

"I'm sorry, I..."

I was speechless for a moment.

A hint of sadness flashed in Luo Xiaoyan's eyes, but it was only for a moment. Luo Xiaoyan still gave me a bright smile: "Your sister-in-law is sick, right? What are you standing there for? Then hurry back!"

I paused, then rushed over and kissed Luo Xiaoyan on the forehead, then leaped out of the room.

And that Omega mask, I forgot on the bedside table in Luo Xiaoyan's boudoir in my haste to leave...

Speaking of which, the reason Ning Hui suddenly fell ill today was this.

In the afternoon, Ning Hui had just approved my date with Xiaoyan when President Zheng called her into his office and mysteriously showed her a printed document.

Ning Hui glanced at the document; the title read "Report on Comrade Wang Daming's Recent Inspection Tour to the United States." She immediately understood the situation, but patiently read through it without revealing her thoughts.

The document consisted of three parts, all written from Ning Hui's perspective: first, that during negotiations with business partners in the US, President Wang secretly made deals that betrayed the company's interests; second, that President Wang used public funds for lavish spending on food, drink, gambling, and

prostitution in the US; and third, that President Wang abused his power to harass and sexually harass her. Before Ning Hui finished reading, President Zheng, speaking in a sarcastic tone, offered a price: "Little Ning, if you sign this document, I'll give you 1 million yuan after it's done, plus a promotion to vice president of the company."

Ning Hui scoffed, "That's all?"

"Of course, we can discuss it further,"

President Wang said, his shifty eyes darting around.

Ning Hui didn't say anything, but elegantly tore the documents in her hand into several pieces and placed them on President Zheng's desk. Ning Hui felt a surge of anger and wanted to say something, but suddenly felt powerless. She simply said in a soft but firm tone, "Don't even mention a million; even if you put all the money in the world here, you still wouldn't get my signature. By the way, is it really worth doing all this underhanded stuff?" After

saying this, Ning Hui didn't want to look at President Zheng's disgusting face again and turned to leave his office.

Just as she reached the door, she heard Mr. Zheng's sarcastic voice again: "Xiao Ning, I know you respect Mr. Wang a lot, and your relationship is... quite good. But you need to think about yourself. There are rumors circulating that you slept with Mr. Wang in America. You're a young woman with a family. These rumors are really bad for you..."

Hearing Mr. Zheng's words, Ning Hui felt truly enraged, but she didn't have the energy to lash out. Ning Hui simply turned around and replied calmly, "I don't know why some people are so interested in who slept with whom. Besides, whether I slept with Mr. Wang or not, what does it matter to you?"

After saying that, Ning Hui slammed the door shut and left.

As soon as she stepped outside, Ning Hui felt lightheaded, followed by a cold sweat on her back, and a sudden, unbearable exhaustion...

Ning Hui felt unwell and rushed home early, intending to lie down in bed, but unexpectedly, she developed a high fever...

I rushed home and immediately drove Ning Hui to the hospital, where she received an IV drip until late at night before returning home. By then, Ning Hui's fever had subsided considerably.

She had just taken her medicine and was lying weakly on the bed, her face pale. I was about to hand her a glass of water.

I saw Ning Hui looking at me hesitantly, and she murmured wearily, "Honey, can you hug me?"

I quickly put down my cup and hugged Ning Hui tightly. "Baby, I'm sorry, you were sick today and I wasn't there for you."

Ning Hui smiled faintly, then hugged my waist tightly and mumbled hesitantly, "Honey, I want to quit my job."

Her voice was filled with grievance...

"What's wrong, honey?"

It turned out that my wife had been in a bad mood lately, and it turned out that something had happened at the company. I was immediately filled with anger and grabbed Ning Hui's face, wanting to ask her what was wrong!

As the saying goes, every grievance has a source, and every debt has a debtor. I immediately thought of Zheng Glasses, that scheming guy at my wife's company. I gritted my teeth and asked angrily, "Did that bastard Zheng bully you again?"

Ning Hui's eyes were a little red, partly because of the fever, and partly because tears were welling up in her eyes. I then looked closely at Ning Hui's face...

She had lost weight!

My wife's usually pretty, slightly plump face now looked noticeably thinner. Although this gaunt look could rival my wife's cousin, Ning Daiyu—don't judge me, the Lin and Ning families are related, haha—

I still felt sorry for her. Who dared to touch my wife?

Ning Hui's long eyelashes obscured her upper eyelids; she barely had the strength to lift them, only gently shaking her head: "It's nothing, honey. I've just been feeling too much work pressure lately, both physically and mentally exhausted. I want to rest for a while."

"He really didn't do anything to you?"

I asked, my eyes blazing with the hatred of someone who would cut off his penis if he touched my wife.

"Don't worry, honey, really nothing happened. I just feel...so tired..."

Ning Hui buried her face in my chest, holding me tightly.

"Okay, okay, quit your job then. Rest as long as you want, baby. Or you can stay home and be Mrs. Ning, and I'll take care of you for life."

I stroked Ning Hui's hair, comforting her. Ning Hui's body, still slightly feverish from her fever, remained warm.

"Okay, you'll take care of me for the rest of my life... take care of me... for the rest of my life..."

Ning Hui murmured softly. A moment later, perhaps feeling extremely weak, she fell into a deep sleep in my arms...

The next day, Ning Hui took sick leave and didn't go to work, sleeping until almost noon. I was supposed to go to the newspaper office today to handle some business, but I cancelled it all—my wife is my everything, that's always been the unwavering rule of the Ning family.

I quickly prepared a special meal for her, cooking lotus seed and millet porridge, and then brought it to her bedside, feeding her spoonful by spoonful.

My wife seemed a bit better today. After a couple of sips, she said it tasted good and thanked me sweetly for my lovingly prepared lotus seed and millet porridge. Then, while we were eating, she suddenly asked out of the blue, "Honey, what did your Little Swallow want from you yesterday?"

"Oh,"

I was taken aback by her question, "I didn't know at first, but when I went to her place, she told me it was her birthday yesterday."

"Ah? Well,"

my wife smiled with a complicated expression, and said softly, "I didn't bother you, did I?"

"What are you saying, honey? Even if the sky falls, I'll come back when my wife is sick!"

I quickly declared, afraid of expressing my 10,000 loyalty as 9,999.

"Oh, so not being able to celebrate your Little Swallow's birthday is considered the sky falling?"

Ning Hui turned her head away and pouted at the spoonful of lotus seed and millet porridge I was feeding her, meaning she wouldn't eat it!

My wife was jealous.

Now I panicked and quickly said, "No, no, honey, that's not what I meant..."

Before I could finish, Ning Hui, still in a low voice, added, "Oh, so there are things more important than your wife in your heart!"

Oh my god, when this woman starts arguing, you know what happens. Ning, the cook, is about to have a meltdown!

He's having a good time with his wife and mistress, but now he realizes that when women argue, the pot is made of iron, and too much fire will burn your back.

"I...I..."

The usually eloquent Ning was speechless for a moment.

"Hehehe,"

Ning Hui chuckled, seeing me practically sweating profusely. "Getting impatient, huh?"

Turns out my wife was just teasing me. I quickly pouted and held out the spoon to her lips. "Okay, okay, honey, hurry up and drink your porridge! My arm's getting sore from holding it up!"

They say there's a kind of happiness in deliberately tormenting your husband—all women do it, damn it, why is women's happiness so twisted?

Ning Hui was happy now, and with a lazy, coquettish air, she opened her mouth to continue drinking the porridge.

But suddenly, her mouth was halfway open, and only half the porridge in the spoon had entered her mouth when Ning Hui froze like a statue. Her previously drooping crescent moon eyes widened into a bright, full moon as she stared at me!

Her gaze instantly fell on my empty wrist, where I was holding the spoon. Ning Hui frowned. "Honey, where's the watch?"

"Yeah? The watch... where's the watch?"

I mumbled, then suddenly remembered. I'd been so busy last night and this morning, I slapped my forehead. "Oh no! Honey, I... I forgot I left it at Luo Xiaoyan's apartment!"

Ning Hui immediately closed her mouth again, biting her lip. "Hmph! You... you're bullying me."

"What's wrong, honey? I... how could I dare bully my dear wife?"

Seeing that his wife wasn't just teasing him, Ning, the cook, realized the situation was serious.

"Is this how you treat the gift your wife bought you? Humph, why didn't you just leave her there!"

This time, my wife was serious, leaning against the headboard, her chest heaving slightly…

Goodness, there really isn't a woman in this world who isn't jealous, even my wife, whom I'm so proud of as the world's most understanding Oscar winner, isn't immune to jealousy.

"Wife, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,"

I said, the sweat that had almost dripped down my forehead finally subsided, "but last night when I heard you were sick, I panicked and lost my mind, so…"

"Then what are you standing there for? Go find her!"

Ning Hui reached out and punched me.

I quickly grabbed the phone, barely daring to breathe, and called Luo Xiaoyan's cell phone, but the call connected and Luo Xiaoyan hung up!

I called again, but the phone was off!

Oh my god, what a coincidence! Xiaoyan, are you trying to join in the fun and tease me now?

Thankfully, Luo Xiaoyan's text message arrived a little while later: "Brother Nan, I'm sorry, you must be asking about your watch, right? I only found it on my bedside table this morning. I didn't even have time to contact you before he came back. The watch is with me. I'll be with him for the next couple of days. I'll get it for you as soon as I have time." "

He" undoubtedly refers to Boss Qiu—wasn't he supposed to be back in two days? Damn it!

"Wife, she...she's busy right now, she can't get the watch yet. It might be a couple of days."

I stammered, looking at my wife timidly.

"What's so busy? You don't even have time to get the watch?"

Ning Hui still pouted.

Now I was really going to cry. Was I supposed to tell my wife that Xiaoyan was with her gangster boss lover right now? That would be too melodramatic.

Helpless, I had to resort to a brain teaser and quickly said, "She suddenly got a performance assignment out of town today and went there. She won't be back for two days."

My heart was pounding like a hammer. If my wife were to ask me some nagging question about my text messages… I'd already decided that I'd have to jump into the Yellow River. The problem is, even then, I might not be able to clear my name.

Luckily, my wife didn't check my phone, but she was still sulking, looking determined. Even though my wife is actually quite docile when she's angry, I still preferred to see her calm face. Okay, better coax her quickly. There's no woman who isn't jealous, and of course, there's no woman who can't be coaxed.

Then I saw my husband rush to the computer desk, rip the keyboard off, and bring it to Ning Hui's bedside. Then, shamelessly, he said, "Wife, where's this?"

"What… what are you doing?"

Ning Hui, not knowing what her husband was up to, quickly asked.

"Kneel on the keyboard, please."

I chuckled, placing the keyboard beside the bed and propping myself up to kneel.

"Hehehe, you're really going to kneel?"

Ning Hui burst out laughing. "You think the keyboard is made of iron? With your small frame, you'll crush it if you kneel on it."

Seeing my wife's face brighten, I quickly forgot about the keyboard and, like a hungry wolf hunting its prey, tightly embraced my wife, reaching out to kiss her lips.

"Mmm... be gentle, are you acting like a hungry wolf hunting its prey?"

Ning Hui first gave a soft hum, but then opened her mouth to meet my lips, melting into my saliva-drenched kiss.

"Wife..."

I murmured, kissing my wife, "Are you not angry anymore?"

"Mmm... I'm not angry anymore because of the millet porridge you cooked, but you must go and get the watch back in two days, okay? That was... a gift from your wife..."

Ning Hui finished speaking and made an alluring circle with her fragrant lips, sucking my tongue in her mouth with a sticky, sweet sound...

After resting at home yesterday and receiving careful care from her husband, Ning Hui felt much refreshed. This morning, Ning Hui went to work, her body basically back to normal. In the afternoon, I received a call from Zeng Daxia.

"Sigh, I was saying that my brother and your wife have had a falling out lately, so she's not in a good mood. I'm taking her out to have some fun tonight. She's too shy to ask you directly, so I'm asking her for permission."

What on earth is this Zeng Daxia up to now? I asked, bewildered, "What's wrong? Where are you taking her to have fun?"

"Let's go have some fun, sister and sister! Let's go to Night Love!" (Chapter 68,

December 4th : One Night in Night Love ) Holy crap, when those two eerie words "Night Love" suddenly and seductively escaped Zeng Daxia's lips, I was so shocked I almost dropped my phone. I know that place; it's a place for lustful men and women to have one-night stands. Before I started dating Ning Hui, during those wild and reckless days, I'd been dragged there a few times by Pi Shi. This woman is too damn wild! I really didn't expect Master Zeng to take my wife to do something like this. So far, at least I know the names of the cheating husbands who have cuckolded me. But if we go to Night Love, won't we just end up with some lecherous men who don't care about their origins? Seriously though, after Master Zeng's teasing, my "I'd rather die than stay-at-home husband" mentality was really kicked in. All those evil cells that only activate when I'm in a cuckolding state were suddenly activated. I was so excited that I said to Zeng Meimei on the phone, "I want to go too!" "Ha, what are you going for? To watch your wife hook up with her lover? You'll be watching with envy!" This girl always knows how to tickle a man's sore spot. Hearing that, I immediately went weak in the knees. "Wife and mistress? Holy crap, Zeng Daxia is treating himself like my mistress! I'm so touched... If those nameless lecherous men snatch both my wife and mistress away, damn it, will Ning Zhufu's blood be enough to keep him going? " "I have to go. You guys don't care, I'll just put on makeup and secretly follow you. Just don't let my wife know. I know that place well, I know how to avoid being caught." "Haha, okay then. I'm just worried your wife won't be open enough. I'll drive to your house to pick up Hui'er after dinner tonight." Yes, you think my wife is as open and reckless as you, you son of a bitch Zeng Meimei! Let's do it! Hahaha, more makeup? No problem for me. I quickly called my makeup artist friend at the TV station. This is a piece of cake for him; he just told me to come over. I rushed to the TV station and borrowed two props from my buddy: a mustache, a pair of black-rimmed round glasses with no prescription, giving off a very artsy vibe. I put them on, and my buddy laughed, "If you shaved your head, people would think you were a Japanese ronin who'd fallen into Shanghai!" Ning Hui came home earlier than usual that afternoon and told me she'd submitted her resignation letter to the office. Otherwise, I didn't notice anything unusual. Then, while Ning Hui and I were having dinner at home, I received a call from Zeng Daxia: "Hui, are you home? I've already driven out and will be there soon." "Who took the taxi?" Ning Hui asked from the side. "Zeng Daxia." "What's up?" "She's on her way to our house, saying she wants to take you out to have some fun." I continued shoveling food into my mouth, acting as if nothing was wrong. "Huh?" Ning Hui's face paled instantly. She hurriedly said, "She...she's really crazy! She really told you?" "Yeah." Her brother remained calm. "It's just going to Night Love." "Night Love...do you know what that is?" "Yeah, it's just a one-night stand." Her brother remained as immovable as a mountain. "This...this...this is too outrageous! I'm not going, I didn't agree to it!" Ning Hui pouted, then looked suspicious. "You...you conspired together?" "I swear to Chairman Mao, I only heard about it this afternoon from Zeng Daxia on the phone. She said you were too afraid to tell me, so she got all the leave for you." Looking at his wife's adorable, flustered expression, I held back my laughter. "What?! I didn't even agree to her! That damn Mei Mei!" My wife looked at me with a completely bewildered expression. "So, you agreed to go?" "Yeah!" I finally chuckled, my mischievousness written all over my face. I went over and hugged my wife, giving her a big kiss on the cheek. "Go ahead, baby, just relax. Saying goodbye at dawn, hehe, that's pretty exciting!" "Ha! What kind of husband are you? Your wife went on a one-night stand, and you're all excited like crazy. You and Zeng Mei Mei are both perverts!" Ning Hui punched me after saying that. A little while later, Zeng Mei Mei arrived, all dressed up. Her revealing halter top made her look incredibly voluptuous, with more of her white body exposed than covered—most people wear clothes to cover their bodies, but our hero Zeng Mei Mei's clothes looked like they were meant to expose her. Well, now that Zeng Daxia has arrived, one pervert has become two. Ning Hui, unable to withstand the nagging of her cuckolded husband and her best friend, was practically being coerced and finally agreed to go out and have some fun with Zeng Daxia. Ning Hui then went to the bedroom to change, and I followed her in. Ning Hui saw me come in and snorted angrily, "Pervert!" Then she rummaged through the closet and pulled out a casual dress that didn't look particularly revealing, preparing to put it on. Ning Hui took off her pajamas that she wore at home, put on a bra, and prepared to put on her outfit for going out. At this point, Ning, the stay-at-home husband who had been lying in wait, finally revealed his true colors—he had sneaked into the bedroom to watch his wife change. I quickly moved closer to my wife, grabbed Ning Hui's hand, and shamelessly chuckled, "Honey, let's do the work without underwear." "Huh?" Ning Hui slapped me. "You're really getting cocky, aren't you? No way, no way, do you really think your wife is some kind of slut?" "Please, honey, please!" I looked at Ning Hui with utter pity, as if I'd die in front of her if she wore underwear today. Ning Hui was both amused and exasperated by my shameless behavior. Zeng Meimei outside kept yelling for us to hurry up. Ning Hui glared at me resentfully, then let go—this Ning Hui was incredibly shameless—and promptly ripped off Ning Hui's underwear. Whoosh! The lush, dark pubic hair between my wife's legs was immediately and vividly displayed before my eyes! Thinking about how my wife would drape a leaf-like piece of cloth over herself and go out—or perhaps go hooking up with men—this incredibly erotic and stimulating image immediately made me breathless. I plunged headfirst into that tuft of hair, rubbing and kneading it with my mouth and nose, then rolled around like a pig rooting for food… “Ah—” Ning Hui moaned. “Wow, smells so good.” I sucked on my wife’s pubic hair until my little Ning, the “little husband,” in my crotch was throbbing erect. “Hmph, can’t bear to part with it, huh?”

Ning Hui instinctively squeezed her legs together, her pubic hair gripping my mouth and nose so tightly I almost suffocated.

"I'm willing, I'm willing!"

I quickly suppressed my lustful thoughts and raised my head, a lewd and wicked grin on my face. "Hurry up, Master Zeng is still waiting outside."

Ning Hui looked at me with an expression of dismay at having such a perverted husband. She then put on her skirt, completely naked, and came out. But things weren't peaceful. Then I heard Zeng Meimei's shrill exclamation: "Hey, honey, wearing that, do you think you're going to the school library? Not a single bit of your arms or legs showing, are you going to a nightclub for winter? Go, go, go change! Change into that one, the camisole we went to buy together last time!"

Goodness, I was in for a shock. My wife's current light green suit was fine, but if she changed into that milky white one, which was also semi-transparent, wouldn't all of her messy black pubic hair be on full display? "

Damn, this place is less than a hundred meters from where I left home. I'm afraid it's already attracted countless wolves. Traffic jams are a minor issue; the Ning Mansion will really become infamous.

" "Never mind," I quickly said, "Where do you usually see such a pure student girl at One Night Stand? Imagine what it would be like if such a pure student girl came to One Night Stand?"

"Haha, okay, okay, this is fine,"

Zeng Meimei said, urging Ning Hui, "Look at you, you didn't even put on some perfume. Okay, okay, I have some in my bag. Let's go, we still need to go shopping first."

So Ning Hui grabbed her bag and prepared to leave. Before leaving, she came to me. I thought my wife would give me a hug before going out to pick up men, but I didn't expect Ning Hui to whisper something in my ear that left me dumbfounded.

Ning Hui said, "Hmph, I really want to go without underwear, wearing that tank top!"...

As agreed, my wife and Zeng Daxia would go shopping first, and when it was time to go to One Night Stand, Zeng Daxia would send me a text message signal.

So I waited anxiously at home for night to fall, for the city lights to twinkle, for the city to transform from its daytime hustle and bustle to its vibrant nightlife, for Night Love, the city's playground for the desires and passions of its men and women, blooming like poppies in the city's boundless night...

Sure enough, Zeng Daxia sent a text message as promised. I quickly dressed in the outfit I'd borrowed from my makeup artist friend, transforming myself into a Japanese ronin, and dashed off to Night Love—I thought, with my innate artistic flair, even if I were a Japanese ronin, I'd at least be a Kawabata Yasunari, haha.

Zeng Daxia and his wife arrived fairly early. After sitting down, they sent me another text describing their location, saying they'd asked a waiter to reserve a seat for me in a corner, and that I just needed to give them my name at the front desk when I arrived.

When I got there, I had to admit I really admired Zeng Daxia. From that spot, with a really good view, I could see my wife and Zeng Daxia sitting about ten meters apart. He'd even figured out the little detail of my wife sitting with her back to me. Looking over, I could see Ning Hui's slightly turned back, and unless she was deliberately trying, she would never have noticed me—let alone me dressed as a Japanese ronin.

Besides, because they were choosing a partner for tonight's bed, the club lobby lights weren't dimmed, so the view was perfect. I could see almost everything my wife and Zeng Daxia did, every smile and gesture.

There are certain unwritten rules to arranging one-night stands at nightclubs, such as what drinks men and women should order, how to add sugar to coffee, and the proper placement of lighters to convey either flirtation or rejection. Besides their usual function of serving tea and water, the waiters also have a special role: if a customer takes a liking to someone at a neighboring table, the customer will write down the table number and have the waiter pass it over to invite that person over. Thus, the passion and desire of the night begin and ferment with those passed notes…

Meanwhile, the lobby is playing songs like "That Night," "A-mei's One-Night Stand," "Hiroshima Mon Amour," and "One Night in Beijing," all on repeat. I ordered a cocktail and began to enjoy the atmosphere that made every cell in my body feel aroused.

At this moment, a memory involuntarily surfaced in my mind: a long-haired, long-legged girl I'd hooked up with here many years ago. Although her ecstatic moans in bed and the feel of her skin were still vaguely etched in my memory, her appearance had truly become a blur—you tell me, how much of her could I remember after just one night?

But I'm still grateful to her for giving me a night of tenderness in my long life—a night I never need to think about, never need to forget… only the warmth and passion of skin…

that's what a one-night stand is all about.

The lobby gradually filled up, and my wife and Zeng Meimei—because Zeng Meimei was wearing a black halter top, like two of the most dazzling and radiant green and black roses of the night, swayed gracefully in the ambiguous lighting, consuming the gasps of more and more men who saw them.

I understood those gasps to be: Where did these girls come from? Isn't this the legendary goddess of one-night stands descending upon us?

And Ning, the cook, was incredibly smug, because these two exquisite women… hehe!

I was sitting in a small two-seater seat, and a couple of meters away there was a slightly larger round seat that could seat four or five people. It was soon occupied by four men who looked to be around thirty years old. These days, everything is about group buying, even one-night stands are done in groups.

I could hear most of what they were saying. The conversation inevitably turned to the women present that night, and of course, it didn't last long before the topic shifted to Ning Hui and Zeng Meimei, who weren't far away: "Damn, those two girls over there are gorgeous!" "I

'm a regular at nightclubs, and I've never seen such beautiful girls before."

"Especially the one in the green dress, so cute, looks so innocent. Such an innocent girl for a night? Just thinking about it is incredibly exciting! I'd even accept losing ten years of my life for one night with such a gem."

"Tonight, I'm really not calm anymore. Damn, I have to try! I need to act fast before someone else snatches her up. Guys, who wants to go first? I'm saying, let's each chip in, raise a thousand yuan, and whoever gets either of those two girls gets the thousand yuan!"

"Okay, okay!"

"Yes, I'll take it!"...

Actually, the area in front of Ning Hui and Zeng Daxia's table was already bustling with waiters and various men. The waiters were busy handing out slips of paper, and the men constantly moving around were, of course, the various wolves who, like those at the next table, wanted to try their luck.

Most of these wolves just loitered around for a bit, struck up a conversation, and then left dejectedly. A couple of men sat down, but left without saying much. Without a doubt, none of these guys had won my wife's heart.

In fact, several of the men who hovered around my wife's table were quite attractive, either handsome or with various styles, but judging from the situation, my wife rejected them all outright. This club has rules. If someone clearly signals rejection, you can only leave obediently and can't cause trouble. There are plenty of burly security guards there. If any kid tries to cause trouble after being rejected, they'll be kicked out at best, and at worst, have their Achilles tendon severed...

I've heard rumors, anyway, that some guy, whose surname isn't Xie, tried to grope a girl who had clearly rejected him, and actually got his Achilles tendon severed by a security guard. Apparently, he only had to pay some compensation, and the guard was fine.

Anyway, this place is also rumored to be protected by powerful figures who have connections in both the legal and illegal worlds.

So, although the guys coming and going, driven by hormones, circled around the wife and Zeng Meimei's seats, they were orderly, like a line, and didn't encounter any hooligans.

As time ticked by, I started to get anxious. "Wife," I thought, "we didn't bring you here to choose a husband, why are you being so picky? We'll go our separate ways at dawn, don't be so picky."

I figured it was probably her first time doing this, and she wasn't completely relaxed yet.

I was so anxious that I texted Zeng Daxia: "What's going on? So many men and not a single one she likes?"

A moment later, Zeng Daxia replied: "Yeah, there are quite a few I think are pretty good, but your wife just can't let go. She rejected them all. I think she still can't get over it."

And it was true!

Then, the four people at the next table started getting ready. The first three went to each empty seat, but without exception, they didn't even get a seat before being turned away and slinking back.

When they returned, they were full of complaints: "What was that girl in the green dress doing, pretending to be innocent? What was she doing here pretending to be innocent?"

"Did you notice? It was always the girl in the black dress giving the girl in the green dress signals. It seemed like the girl in the green dress was the one who made the final decision. If she didn't agree, we wouldn't even have a chance to sit down and chat."

"Sorry, guys, looks like we're not going to meet our goddess, heavens and earth!"...

"I'll give it a try,"

the guy who suggested pooling a thousand yuan as a bet stood up.

I glanced at the guy who stood up. He was about 180cm tall, around forty, somewhere between handsome and not handsome, but his features were very sculpted. A few wisps of beard on his face gave him a subtle sense of vicissitude and cynicism. At first glance, he looked like a strong, muscular type, but his clothes seemed casual—a sleeveless t-shirt and jeans with a few random, energetic holes—but he actually had a lot of style, going for an artsy and fashionable individualistic look.

I'll just call him Bearded Guy for now.

Then I saw the bearded guy, carrying a cocktail, sneak over—I thought it would be another ten seconds before he had to turn back.

Haha, but to my surprise, he actually sat down, and right next to Ning Hui!

I thought he'd only be sitting there for less than a minute before he got up and bowed, but three minutes passed…

five minutes passed…

and the bearded guy actually sat down completely. The people next to him started exclaiming, “Hey, Brother Niu is amazing! Looks like he's going to win over that innocent girl in the green dress!”

“Damn, in this situation, if he succeeds, why should we pay him? He should treat us and give us a thousand-yuan red envelope!”

Damn, this is going to be great! I suddenly got excited and stared intently at the seat opposite me—it was obvious this guy with the beard surnamed Niu was a master at picking up girls. Not only was he chatting and laughing with my wife, but he was also sitting so close to her that it was practically one-dimensional. One hand would occasionally hook around my wife's shoulder and give her a quick pat, while the other hand… it seemed, it seemed to have actually moved to my wife's lower body…

What was going on? I shuddered, and just as I was about to follow that groping hand, I saw a wall of white breasts blocking my view, separating me from the situation between Niu, the guy with the beard, and my wife.

Then, I heard a soft, sweet voice: "Hey, you look so stylish, your beard is so sexy! Can I sit down and chat with you?"

Oh my god! Why does he always have to do this at the crucial moment? "Hey sis, I'm busy. I'm not here to pick up girls tonight, I'm here to watch my wife hook up with guys. You're blocking my view."

"Oh, okay,"

I chuckled, quickly propping up the lighter on the table to indicate I wasn't interested.

Unexpectedly, the girl persisted, saying, "Brother, let's chat! I've been watching you for ages, and I really like you, especially your beard, it's so cool! I'm cute too. Maybe if we chat, you'll fall for me."

Damn, did she know my beard was fake? I finally snapped out of it and looked up. There stood a girl with huge breasts practically bursting out of her low-cut tank top, smiling sweetly at me. Her lips were bright red from wiping, and her voice was like a fiery butterfly—she looked incredibly cute.

To be honest, aside from being a bit too voluptuous, this girl is actually quite pretty, with a very impressive bust – definitely a weapon to satisfy sexual frustration.

The problem is, am I not sexually frustrated right now? What I'm frustrated about is that my wife hasn't been with another man in ages…

It seems the only way to appease this girl who's fallen for a Japanese ronin at first sight is with the following trick. I smiled kindly at the girl, “Hehe, sorry little sister, I'm gay.”

“What does 'gay' mean, brother?”

the girl asked very seriously, blinking her eyes.

Oh my god, I'm about to lose it! I was already so anxious, and now my inner universe is about to explode. Then, Ning, the cook, yelled at the top of his lungs, "Gay means gay, girl, I'm gay!"

The girl suddenly looked aggrieved, and her sweet smile vanished, replaced by deep cleavage as she gave me a look and muttered, "Crazy!"

Finally, the wall of breasts disappeared. When my gaze returned to my wife's seat, I saw Niu Ge standing up and turning around, his face full of dejection. When

Niu Ge returned to his seat, the others immediately asked, "What's wrong, Niu Ge? Didn't it look like you were almost done?"

Niu Ge picked up his glass and downed it in one gulp, then said dejectedly, with an infinite regret, "Damn, just a little bit more!"

"What happened?"

"This girl is amazing! She looks so innocent, but... she's not wearing underwear!"

What's going on? So, Brother Niu's hand just now groped my wife? This—if this happened, it would be a landmark event for my wife. To be touched in public by a stranger, right in front of her best friend, what kind of situation is this?

Just thinking about it made me incredibly excited, I didn't dare to breathe, and I was all ears, eager to hear Brother Niu's groping adventure.

"When I showed my identity, I stunned that girl in the green dress. Looks like she really loves movies."

"Oh, right, right, Brother Niu is the director, no wonder we didn't even get a chance to sit down!"

"Yeah, as soon as I went over, I said I was the director, and then that girl in the green dress's eyes lit up. After a few coy moments, she let me sit down. Then everything went smoothly, you all saw it, and then my hand pulled her skirt up to her thigh, and my hand went inside..."

"Really went inside?"

"Got it! When I did, I realized I was the one who was stunned. Turns out, this girl wasn't even wearing underwear under her skirt! I've seen my share of big scenes, but this almost made my nose bleed! Then, my hand kept going inwards..."

"Where did you touch? Did you touch her pussy?"

"Almost, but I touched her pubic hair. I bet this girl's desire is really strong! That pubic hair, damn, it's so thick. For such a pure and beautiful woman to have such thick pubic hair, damn, if I could fuck her, I'd die from exhaustion!"

"Brother Niu, I think you might be too hasty. You went all out right away, no wonder they were scared. Is that why they all rejected you?"

"For women who come here, you have to be quick and decisive. Do you think they're playing games with your feelings or having a romantic relationship? The key is to quickly make them feel that humiliating pleasure and stimulation. When I touched her, she was initially hesitant, but by the second and third touches, her body was already sending signals of reciprocation."

"So why didn't you end up doing it?"

"Sigh! How should I know? I thought it was a sure thing, but when I was about to tear open the sugar packet in her coffee to add sugar, this girl actually rejected me! What a pity!"

Brother Niu was talking about tearing open the sugar packet. If his wife had agreed to that, he could have taken her out for sex tonight. This was the agreed-upon procedure at Night Love.

Damn, this fucking can make my dick hard, masturbation can make my dick hard, so this is what it means to listen to a bunch of strange wolves talking about how to hook up with wives and still get my dick hard!

At this moment, I admit, I'm shamefully, excitedly, and a little sadly, hard again!

Tonight, I don't know if this bearded guy surnamed Niu is more regretful, or if I am. This Niu guy looks like a seasoned womanizer; if my wife had been with him tonight… damn it!

I then texted Zeng Daxia again: "What's going on now? Didn't that bearded guy almost get her?"

A moment later, Zeng Daxia replied: "How should I know? Ask your wife! I saw that bearded guy touch her, and I saw Ning Hui's face turn red. I thought it was a done deal, but she still rejected him. Looks like she can't get over that psychological hurdle." "

What do you do now? What about you?"

"What can I do? Am I supposed to find another man and leave my wife here to play with you?"

Play with me? Damn it, this reminds me, I can't just watch tonight end like this. Then an idea popped into my head. I stood up and walked over to the guys next to me who were still enthusiastically discussing my wife.

"Hey guys, sorry, I overheard your conversation. It got me all fired up too. I want to give it a try. The one in the green dress, right? If I manage to get her, can I take the thousand bucks?"

"Sure! No problem!"

This guy gave me a surprised look at first, then answered readily. The others looked at me suspiciously, as if to say, "I know, you should take a good look at yourself."

“Wait a minute,”

Brother Niu continued, “If she goes with you later, how will we know if you’ve slept with her?”

“No problem,”

I said calmly, “I can give you a live broadcast. If I’ve got her, I’ll give you a signal first. You have one of your guys go to the bathroom and hold the spot, don’t let anyone in. You know where those two-compartment bathrooms at Night Love are? Once no one’s around, give me a signal from here, and then I’ll bring her over and do it. You can listen in the next cubicle, but not too many people, just two. And don’t make a sound while listening! Don’t let the girl hear there are other people around! As for the rest, I can record some audio on my phone for you to hear.”

Brother Niu looked at me and smiled, “Okay!”

Then, I calmly walked towards Ning Hui and Zeng Meimei.

When I appeared before the two beauties who had caused quite a stir that night, Zeng Meimei was alright, but my wife's mouth dropped open in a wide "O": "Husband..."

Seeing that Ning Hui was about to call me "husband," I quickly spoke up, lowering my voice, "Wife, don't say anything, don't look surprised, just listen."

Then I told them the whole story.

"No, no,"

Ning Hui said again, "Are you crazy? You can do it here... here?"

"Of course you can, honey, lots of couples who have made it happen in the bathroom here, it's so exciting. Considering it's a thousand dollars, and it's with your husband anyway, what are you afraid of?"

Zeng Meimei chimed in, getting excited.

"Hehe, but when we're making love later, don't treat me like your husband, okay? I'm Kawabata Juro now, Kawabata Yasunari's distant cousin. Honey, you'll have to act like a woman cheating on her husband. I need to record it on my phone for them to hear in order to get the money. If they find out, everything's ruined. Okay, wife, cooperate, okay? 1000 yuan! We'll use this 1000 yuan for supper."

I said, then sat down, and without waiting for Ning Hui to be coy, hahaha, here, why be coy with a woman? Force yourself on her is the way to go. Then I sent Brother Niu a "done" emoji.

A little while later, Brother Niu also sent me a "done in the bathroom" emoji.

So I practically dragged Ning Hui towards the agreed-upon restroom. Along the way, I put my arm around her small waist, deliberately acting very intimate, and said with a mischievous grin, "How's it, baby? It feels really exciting not wearing underwear, right? I just heard Brother Beard say..."

"He...he said what?"

Ning Hui immediately paled and quickly asked me.

"Hehe! He said he even put his hand under you and...touched your pubic hair! Baby, isn't it exciting to be touched by a stranger?"

I whispered in Ning Hui's ear. "You...you men...how can you be so bad!"

Ning Hui hadn't expected her husband to suddenly do this, and she was momentarily flustered, not knowing how to answer. Her face flushed red to her ears, making her look like a beautiful woman startled.

"Hehe, anyway, your husband is really excited. You'd better cooperate later, darling. When we're doing it, your husband has to swear a lot, like a stranger. You have to cooperate and act as wild as possible! And when you say 'I,' don't say 'I,' say 'I' (meaning 'other people'), okay? That'll create a stronger atmosphere and be more alluring, baby. Let them know that there are successful examples of losers winning over goddesses in this world, give them some inspirational lessons."

"Pervert!"

Ning Hui called me a pervert, but under Ning's persistent persuasion, her body gradually relaxed, and soon she nestled in his arms as they went to the bathroom.

Because these bathrooms almost also served as a place for the men and women who had sex, the club's management paid great attention to hygiene. For example, the bathroom Ning Hui and I went to looked quite clean; it had been sprayed with air freshener and didn't have any strange chemical smells, which helped Ning Hui quickly get into the mood for sex.

Next, I carefully placed my phone on the toilet seat with the recording on, then took off the prop glasses that had made my nose sore from wearing them all night and put them in my pocket. But I didn't dare move my mustache, afraid that if the two lecherous wolves next to me, who were supposed to be listening to the live broadcast, peeked through the door crack or above my head, my act would be ruined.

Then I hugged my wife—no, in my eyes, she was the green-skirted goddess whom all the wolves admired but couldn't get close to today—and with my mustache still on, I opened my mouth and pressed it against Ning Hui's lips, using my tongue to pry open her mouth. My saliva-drenched tongue slowly slipped into her sweet, warm mouth…

“Mmm, my mustache is scratching me… mmm, it's so itchy!”

my wife whimpered, her mouth full of my tongue.

Haha, my wife got into the mood pretty quickly, even changing "I" to "others." Looks like a thousand dollars has some magic!

Since she's wearing a dress today, I couldn't very well strip her naked and do it here, so I had to slip my hand inside the opening at the chest of her dress and start kneading her breasts. "Damn, girl, your breasts are so firm and perky, have they been rubbed by lots of men?"

"Mmm, just other men's husbands... my husbands have rubbed them..."

My wife started to pant, her body going limp.

"Ah? You're so young and already have a husband? Damn, so sexy!"

I held my breath, enunciating the word "sexy" clearly, then used that sound as a starting gun, directing a squeeze on Ning Hui's two delicate nipples...

"Ah,"

my wife closed her eyes and let out a heavy moan!

"Does it feel good?"

"Mmm, it feels good."

"Wow, your nipples got hard so quickly. Do you usually get this fast with your husband?"

"Mmm, oh no, no... not that fast..."

my wife moaned. At this point, I couldn't tell if she was just bluffing or if she was really aroused.

"You're so horny, girl, you get this fast with other men!"

"Ah!" my wife let out another soft moan!

Seeing my wife's increasingly aroused state, I couldn't control myself either. I released my hand from kneading her nipples and reached down to lift the hem of her skirt to her waist—holy crap, the next scene stunned me! As her green skirt billowed and swirled, my wife's bare, snow-white buttocks, without any underwear, assaulted my vision. I was stunned for a moment before I came to my senses, my voice distorted: "Wow, girl, you're not wearing any underwear?"

"Mmm..."

Ning Hui murmured, it was hard to tell if it was an answer or a moan.

"Look at how pretty and innocent you are, going out for one-night stands without even wearing underwear. Are you trying to seduce men to death? Does your husband know you go out without underwear to seduce men?"

Then I lightly slapped my wife's butt.

"N-no... I don't know."

"Damn, I can't stand you, you little vixen."

Saying that, I reached down along the slit between my buttocks to my wife's vulva. "Wow, so wet! I haven't even started fucking you yet and you're already this wet? Tell me, how horny are you, girl!"

This wasn't just something I was saying to the people around us; my wife's vulva was really soaking wet!

"Mmm, you're... you're touching my breasts like this, I... I can't take it anymore!"

"Hehe, I bet it was that bearded guy who made it wet, right? I saw you and that bearded guy being so intimate! He even put his hand inside your vulva, didn't he?"

"Ah!"

My wife let out another soft moan! "No...no, no way!"

"I can't stand you, you little vixen! Turn around and lick my cock! My cock is rock hard!"

"Mmm, no."

This time, my wife was deliberately teasing me.

"Lick!"

I said, bringing my hard cock towards my wife, who had already turned around and was squatting under me. My wife opened her mouth and took most of my cock in.

"Wow, so good, your little mouth looks so tempting licking my cock." "Mmm," my wife sucked and moaned, which was her response.

"Do you usually lick your husband's cock?"

"Mmm...no..."

"Huh? You've never licked your husband's cock, but you're going to lick other men's? Damn, girl, you're really horny!"

As I spoke, I was also confused for a moment. My wife had never licked a man's cock, so whose cock was she holding in her mouth?

I held Ning Hui's hair with both hands. Although my words were rough, my actions were actually quite gentle. I didn't push my penis too deep into my wife's mouth, afraid she would choke. This kind of tenderness and protectiveness towards my wife is an instinctive action only a husband like Ning, who loves his wife, would have.

"Oh, I can't take it anymore, girl, lie down, hands on the toilet seat, stick your ass up, I want to fuck you now!"

"Mmm, be gentle, brother, my... it's so tender down there."

My wife spat out my penis, stood up with her back to me, her buttocks sticking up high, and didn't forget to say that. I guess the two people next to us were already in a state of panic.

Actually, I was still a little worried. I was afraid that if it went on for too long, the two people next to us might lose control and cause some trouble, which wouldn't be fun.

On the other hand, it was precisely in this worried and fearful environment that the lovemaking in this strange environment was so exciting and fascinating.

Even from behind, my wife's lower body was already overflowing with water, showing that she was just as aroused as I was. In such a public place, with strangers eavesdropping, it was honestly a first for both of us—actually, the thousand yuan was just a pretext; letting my wife experience this unfamiliar public environment and the intense role-playing was Ning Da's real purpose in cuckolding her.

As for why he was willing to take such a risk, only he knows.

I thrust my penis into my wife's vagina through her buttocks. I preferred to believe it was just psychological, but my wife's vagina was unusually wet and slippery today.

Hahaha, the verbal abuse had to continue: "Wow, your pussy is so tight and hot! Does it feel good to have my penis fucking you?"

"Mmm, it feels so good to have my penis fucking you..."

My wife's two snowy buttocks swayed and trembled back and forth with my thrusting movements.

"Is your brother's penis bigger, or your husband's?"

"Mmm...brother's..."

"Does it feel better when your brother fucks you, or when your husband fucks you?"

I gradually increased the speed of my thrusting. The sound of flesh hitting flesh was unusually loud in the small space of the bathroom.

"Brother...brother's fucking...is...more...more...comfortable...ahhh!"

Although I could tell she was trying to suppress the volume, my wife's moans began to grow louder, and her voice could no longer connect.

"So many women get fucked by men outside, it's so exciting, right? You come out looking for men just to experience being fucked by a big cock, to experience that kind of excitement with other men, right?"

"Ah-oh," my wife then let out another heavy moan, "Mmm, ahh, yes...yes..."

At this point, I really couldn't tell if my wife was in the play or not. Anyway, I heard her answer clearly, she said yes...

Suddenly, my wife's buttocks thrust towards me, her mouth panting as she murmured, "Brother, hurry...brother, hurry...I...I'm...coming..."

Actually, I wasn't holding back my ejaculation; my thousands of offspring had already shot to Java. So I switched to a crazy, high-speed thrusting mode, launching my final sprint.

"Ahhh...owhhh...coming...coming—"

My wife's hands gripped the toilet seat tightly, her buttocks pressed against my body like a millstone, her body contorted in an extremely erotic and strangely beautiful pose, accompanied by cries of "coming!", as she and her husband finally reached the climax of this atypical lovemaking...

"Aww—"

Then, in the midst of the daze, I heard a strange cry suddenly coming from beside me—damn, I immediately realized that one of the lecherous wolves had finally lost control and ejaculated under my wife's moans.

"Huh? Why are there people next to us?"

At this moment, Ning Hui instinctively pulled away from my body, lowered her skirt, and looked at me with a pale face, asking.

"Hahaha, don't be afraid, those are some of Brother Beard's friends next to us, they insisted on listening to the live broadcast," I winked at Ning Hui.

Ning Hui understood and quickly agreed, "Brother, you're so bad, betraying me!"

She then threw herself into my arms, giving me a charming smile, pinched my arm, and whispered in my ear, "You really are so bad!"

After quickly getting ready in the bathroom, I told Ning Hui to contact Zeng Meimei and have the car wait for me outside. I was going to Brother Xiong Niu's place to collect the money. When I

saw Brother Niu, I took out my phone, turned down the volume, and played the video of my wife's orgasm for him. I confirmed this with two people who had listened to the live stream. Then, amidst the envious and disbelieving gazes of everyone around me, I received the thousand silver dollars from Brother Niu.

Then, with an air of elegance, he tossed out, "See you later,"

and turned to leave—damn it, the moment I turned around, my mustache practically fell off my face, thankfully I caught it before it hit the ground…

The next day, Ning Hui went to work, and soon after, she sent a text: "Honey, the company didn't approve my resignation."

Before I could even process what was happening, Luo Xiaoyan's text came: "Brother Nan, I'm sorry, I was going to bring you the watch today, but I'm already out of town. I have to rush to a performance at noon, it was added at the last minute, and I took an early flight this morning, so I probably won't be able to get the watch for you for another couple of days. Does your wife know your watch is still out there?"

Xiaoyan, what do you think? That was a gift from my wife, how could she not know?

Now, Ning Hui was truly dumbfounded. She really was out of town for a performance, and he couldn't get the watch today. How was he going to explain this to his wife?

Chapter 69: The Trip to K City

While coincidences are inevitable, I'm not a storyteller. This Little Swallow hasn't performed out of town in ages, so why is she suddenly on the road today? Well, looks like I'll be kneeling on the keyboard tonight. I just pray to heaven and earth, that the Bodhisattva will grant my wife a wish and make her forget about this. Amen.

That evening, Ning Hui came home from work on time, looking preoccupied. She clearly hadn't had time to think about the watch.

I quickly asked her about the resignation: "What's wrong, honey? Why won't the company let you resign? Don't you know the Constitution of the People's Republic of China protects citizens' right to resign?"

"Sigh,"

Ning Hui sighed softly, "The company said they're too busy right now and want me to take it easy. They also said…"

Ning Hui paused, hesitant to continue.

"They also said my wife is a talent, and the company can't bear to lose her, right?"

I said casually, mainly to lighten the mood and make my wife laugh.

"How did you know?"

Unexpectedly, Ning Hui blinked her eyes, a look of surprise flashing across her face as she looked at me.

Holy crap! It turns out my casual remark actually hit the nail on the head. I quickly chuckled, "Hehe, who am I? You could guess! Besides, my wife is a real talent, a pillar of any company. Oh, who...who said that? So your company has such a good person?"

Now Ning Hui was in high spirits, her words flowing like a train on a high-speed train, accelerating like she was really going 250 km/h.

"Mr...Mr. Wang."

Ning Hui's eyelids drooped, her eyelashes fluttering rapidly. Her expression seemed somewhat unnatural, as if casually, yet deliberately, uttering the syllable "Mr. Wang," which she hadn't heard in so long at the Ning mansion.

Then, as if the couple had choked on their steamed buns, they remained silent for a long while, unable to continue the conversation. Time seemed to pause in the air above the Ning Mansion…

“Oh, Mr. Wang… Mr. Wang is a good person, isn’t he?”

After a while, Ning’s husband managed to force out a complicated smile, muttering something that seemed unintelligible.

A hint of panic, barely noticeable under a microscope, flashed across Ning Hui’s face. She quickly came over and leaned on my shoulder. “Honey, what did you make for dinner? I’m hungry.”

All evening, I had been trying to make my wife laugh. Ning Hui’s brows were more relaxed than when she came in earlier. Even so, Ning’s husband’s mind was still preoccupied with whether his wife should resign or not, and he also had his own little scheme. This guy was constantly worried that his wife might suddenly ask a seductive question: “Where’s the watch?”…

Fortunately, nothing went wrong until it was time to go to bed. I quickly comforted my wife, saying that she had been too tired these past few days and should rest early. Ning Hui seemed genuinely oblivious to the incident. She obediently finished washing up, and as usual, completely naked except for a lace nightgown, she got into bed. Because of her unwavering habit of sleeping naked, she could easily slip the nightgown off and fall asleep.

I was overjoyed. If my wife was asleep, tonight's alarm would be lifted. Even if Xiao Yanzi wasn't sure if she'd be back tomorrow, one night was one night's rest, and let my keyboard-wielding friend get a good night's sleep.

Before my elation subsided, I saw my wife sitting on the bed, refusing to lie down. Suddenly, as if remembering something, her eyes brightened, and she called out to me, "Honey, can't sleep? How about watching Guo Degang's crosstalk?"

Oh my god! My wife has been obsessed with that fat guy Guo Degang—oh no, I mean, she's been obsessed with his crosstalk for quite some time now. She watches a couple of clips before bed every night; I don't know if she's using Guo Degang to wake her up or as a sleeping pill.

Okay, let's watch Guo Degang then. I quickly opened my laptop, held it in front of my wife, turned on the Wi-Fi, and found a video of Guo Degang.

"Honey, come to bed, I want you to watch with me,"

Ning Hui said, still trying to coax me. "

Okay, okay, honey, I'll watch Guo Degang's antics with you, as long as you don't mention the watch thing, anything's fine with me."

So, I quickly washed up and cleaned myself, put on my underwear, and went to bed to lean against Ning Hui. Ning Hui had long since made it a habit to snuggle into my arms in bed, so this time she naturally lay down in my arms like a jade-like body, letting me hold her. This embrace, as always, made me feel the comfort of being surrounded by her fragrant body, and I realized that happiness is simply holding my clean, naked wife while watching a crosstalk performance by Guo Degang...

"The bright moonlight shines before my bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground, I raise my head to gaze at the bright moon, my name is Guo Degang..."

In the video, Guo Degang was wearing a mandarin jacket, sporting a shiny bald head, with Yu Qian standing next to him, shaking his head and starting to bluff.

"Hmph..."

Ning Hui breathed softly, her face beaming with smiles for Guo Degang.

"Hehe, Guo Degang is quite amusing."

I quickly chimed in, agreeing with my wife, but holding her delicate body in my arms, it wouldn't be mere lechery if I didn't play a little trick. Besides… last night, after our night out, the three of us—Zeng Daxia, Niu Ge, and I—used the thousand dollars we won from Niu Ge to have a late-night snack. By the time we got home, it was already late, so we went straight to sleep. Speaking of which, I haven't had a proper debriefing with my wife yet, haven't had her report on Niu Ge's groping hands.

As I spoke, my little hand, filled with wicked intent, lifted the hem of her thin, leaf-like pajamas and touched Ning Hui's thigh, then wandered along the inner thigh towards her groin.

"Mmm,"

Ning Hui let out a soft moan, her legs instinctively clamping my fingers

between them… The moment my fingers touched the smooth, warm skin between my wife's thighs, a montage flashed through my mind—at this moment, Ning Mansion wasn't Ning Mansion, it was Night Out; at this moment, I wasn't myself, I was Niu Ge.

Hehe, of course, my hand isn't my hand, it's Brother Niu's hand! Last night, didn't Brother Niu's hand actually touch my wife's thigh under her skirt, where there was no panty covering it? How did he touch it? Was it very hard, like he was rubbing it vigorously? Did he pinch it? My wife... what kind of alluring reaction did she have at that time?

Damn, this montage hit me like an electric shock, leaving me completely limp, except for my erection!

“Hehe, wife, last night,”

Ning Zhufu said with a lewd grin, leaning close to Ning Hui’s ear, “last night at Night Love, where did that bearded guy’s hand touch? Was it like this?”

As he spoke, he placed his hand on his wife’s thigh, about a hand’s width away from the crotch, and vigorously rubbed it… Meanwhile,

Guo Pangzi continued his charade: “Listening to crosstalk shows you’re patriotic. There’s a kid in our neighborhood who speaks seven or eight foreign languages, like English, Japanese, Korean, South Slavic, North Slavic, West Slavic…

He could sit with the Eight-Nation Alliance and curse them out without a problem! Tell him to go listen to crosstalk.” “No! I don’t understand!” …If the law didn’t care, I would have killed him long ago! He speaks seven or eight foreign languages but doesn’t understand crosstalk…”

“Hehehe,”

Ning Hui seemed to ignore my hand and actually laughed heartily at Guo Pangzi’s joke.

"Wife!"

Seeing that Ning Hui was ignoring me, I raised my voice, filled with rage towards Fatty Guo, and pinched my wife's thigh hard.

Ning Hui frowned, turned to look at me, and let out a soft, almost gasping, "Why did you pinch me, husband?"

"Hehe, wife,"

I quickly smiled back, "Did Brother Niu's hand touch my leg here last night?"

"What are you talking about? No, I didn't let him touch me!"

Then Ning Hui turned her head and giggled again, having been tricked by Fatty Guo, without even looking at me!

Damn it, if you're going to mess with me, it's not Fatty Guo. I'll make you disappear from my sight right now. "Fine, you won't confess,"

I said, leaning forward as if to turn off the video.

"Okay, okay, wife will confess, wife will confess!"

Ning Hui's smile hadn't faded as she quickly grabbed my hand to stop me.

So I reached my hand between Ning Hui's thighs again, placing it about a hand's width away from her vulva. "You touched it here?"

"Oh, let me think,"

Ning Hui pretended to think, keeping me in suspense before smiling seductively, "Hmm, I think I touched it there."

"Girl, you're getting more and more slutty!"

I mimicked my tone from last night, "Didn't you even flirt a little? As a decent woman, you should refuse first, show some inner struggle, right?"

"Who said I didn't flirt or struggle?"

Ning Hui rolled her eyes at me, and then Guo Pangzi's joke conveniently popped in again, making Ning Hui giggle again.

"So, how did you flirt?"

I asked, holding my breath.

"Slap!"

Unexpectedly, Ning Hui reached out and slapped my hand hard!

"You, you really slapped him?"

"Yes!"

Ning Hui continued to ignore me, smiling at her Guo Pangzi as she answered me.

Damn, the difference between a decent woman and a slut is just a matter of whether or not there's a slap! "But he kept touching her?"

"Yeah, he kept touching her."

"You scoundrel, nine out of ten burly men are sluts!"

I cursed inwardly, then placed my hand between my wife's legs, about half a palm's width from her vulva. "You touched it, right here?"

"Yes,"

Ning Hui nodded.

"Right here?"

I placed my hand three fingers' width away from her vulva.

"Yes," Ning Hui nodded.

Two fingers' width away...

"Yes,"

Ning Hui nodded...

One finger's width away...

"Yes,"

Ning Hui actually nodded again...

"Wow, girl, you're so slutty, if his hand went any closer he'd touch her vulva..."

"I can't help it, honey, the burly guy is strong."

After saying that, another burst of carefree giggles came...

Damn it, it seems Brother Niu really wasn't bragging, last night he definitely touched my wife's pubic hair—this made my heart immediately turn into a sour pickle, but my dick was still standing there like a red carrot.

Finally, I touched the pubic hair between Ning Hui's legs, the hair I cherished dearly, and asked in a slightly trembling voice, "So, you touched it here?"

"Oh, honey, I'm thirsty,"

Ning Hui suddenly cried out sweetly.

I quickly got up and went to the living room to get Ning Hui some water. The water dispenser was empty, so I opened the refrigerator and took a bottle of mineral water.

I opened it, handed it to my wife, and then leaned against Ning Hui again, placing my hand on her pubic hair. "Honey, is it true? Did he really touch your pubic hair?"

At this moment, Ning Hui took a sip of the mineral water, but unexpectedly, Guo Pangzi's rhetoric reached this point: "Buy a bottle of mineral water, take a sip, and curse—it's fake!"

"How is it fake? It's diluted!"

Then I heard "Pfft!"

Ning Hui spat out most of the water she hadn't swallowed, and then laughed so hard she collapsed onto me, giggling and groaning for a long time before she could straighten up.

Well, there was a large wet stain on the bedsheet from the mineral water my wife had sprayed out. I quickly got up again to get a towel…

After I tidied up and made the bed, Ning Hui, with tears still glistening in her eyes from laughing, asked me, “Honey, did you dilute this mineral water?”

Well, Fatty Guo… you win…

I could only silently chant various curses starting with “Dead Fatty Guo” until my wife finished laughing, and Fatty Guo had finished nagging her enough so she said she wanted to sleep. Only then did I move the computer aside, pull my wife into my arms, and slip my hand under her again, covering her pubic hair: “Hehe, keep rubbing, honey, did he touch your pubic hair?”

“Mmm—”

Ning Hui let out a sweet, soft moan, reaching out as if to lovingly take my hand for a tender moment. But this pull, inadvertently, brushed against my empty wrist…

Then, a voice, that soul-stirring question Ning, the cook, dreaded most tonight, echoed eerily in the Ning mansion: “Oh, honey, where’s the watch? Didn’t you say you’d pick it up in a couple of days? Where is it?”

“I…I haven’t gotten it yet…”

Ning felt a jolt in his penis, a cold sweat instantly breaking out on his back.

Guo Pangzi, help… Ning was now in despair—why bother asking why the bearded man was touching her hair? He might as well have listened to Guo Pangzi’s ramblings; maybe he’d even fool his wife into forgetting about it!

Then, Ning Hui pouted and turned away, breaking the rule of sleeping naked. She didn’t let Ning, the cook, touch a single hair on her head, and fell asleep on her own. Even though Ning Zhufu actually pulled the keyboard down, Ning Hui didn't even glance at it...

Ning Zhufu knew that his wife was truly angry this time; it seemed like she had never been this angry since they started dating...

The next day, Ning Hui still went to work with a grudge, skipping even the usual goodbye kiss before leaving the Ning mansion, which was a given.

Ning Zhufu now truly felt that the situation was serious!

I quickly dialed Luo Xiaoyan's number, but to my surprise, Luo Xiaoyan told me that she couldn't come back today, and it was uncertain even for tomorrow, saying that the performance company had taken on a performance assignment in another city at the last minute.

What to do? Wait to die?

My mind suddenly clicked, and I quickly opened my computer to check the flights to K City, where Xiaoyanzi was performing! It was

a little after 8 o'clock now, and there was a flight at 10 o'clock, which would only take an hour or so to reach K City, so I should be able to get there by noon. The last flight back was at 9 o'clock at night, so I would get home around 11 or 12 o'clock.

I didn't want to experience that tragic situation again tonight, with my wife beside me but me soundly asleep. Well, now that things have come to this, I have no choice but to play the "Thousand-Mile Watch Retrieval" card!

Then, Ning, the stay-at-home husband, chuckled to himself at his cunning plan—he could retrieve the watch to impress his wife,

and also, well, you know… No sooner said than done, waiting to die isn't in my nature, and besides, offending my wife is no laughing matter. I quickly called the newspaper office to book round-trip tickets to K City for both flights.

Then, without even carrying a single piece of luggage, I hailed a taxi and sped towards the airport. On the way, I sent Ning Hui a text message: "Honey, the newspaper is going to the districts and counties for publicity today, so we might be back late. Don't be angry, honey."

A little while later, Ning Hui replied with a very concise text: "Oh."

The flight to K City went exceptionally smoothly, taking off under a bright, clear sky. The flight attendants I saw on the plane were quite pretty, which gave me a good look and eased my anxious mood a little.

As soon as I got off the plane, I took a taxi straight to the city center and called Luo Xiaoyan in the car.

"Brother Nan, I'm so sorry, don't..."

Luo Xiaoyan answered the phone with a wave of apology.

"It's okay. If I told you that I'm in K City right now..."

"Huh?"

Luo Xiaoyan was stunned on the phone, and it took her a while to recover: "You...you're really in K City? Where are you?"

Luckily, Luo Xiaoyan told me that she didn't have a performance until the evening, so she was free this afternoon. You could hear the sheer joy in Xiaoyan's voice on the phone; it would fill an entire train car!

I'm quite careful to keep a low profile—when it comes to having an affair, discretion is key, haha—so I found a budget hotel on the outskirts of the city center, booked a room, and called Luo Xiaoyan. After I checked in and took a shower, I heard a knock on the door a little while later…

Hahaha, Ning the cook is so smug now. Usually, I'm the one knocking on other people's apartment doors, but now it's Xiaoyan

's turn to knock on my door, haha. As soon as the door opened, Luo Xiaoyan looked at me with a slightly disbelieving expression, then, recognizing the person in front of her as her beloved Nan-gege, she immediately threw herself into my arms. Then, I tilted my head back, and before I could even close the door properly, Xiaoyan and I were biting our lips and passionately kissing.

The heat of the kiss made the air conditioning in the room almost unbearable. Ning the cook didn't stop until Xiaoyan started panting softly and her clothes were lightly sweating, letting us both breathe a sigh of relief.

"Brother Nan...you...how did you get to K City?"

Although Luo Xiaoyan seemed a bit awkward, she still deliberately leaned down and nestled in my arms, her utterly feminine posture making her incredibly endearing.

Only then did I get a good look at the rising star, Xiaoyan—even with a faint dark shadow around her eyes—whether from lack of rest or makeup for a performance, I couldn't tell—Luo Xiaoyan's bright eyes looked exceptionally clear amidst the shadow, adding a mysterious and captivating radiance.

And the slender shoulders of a woman are always a mesmerizing sight; the flowing lines from Luo Xiaoyan's neck down, accompanied by the gentle ripples of her bones, beautifully illustrated a woman's graceful, shy, and alluring sensuality.

Watching Luo Xiaoyan's shoulders subtly twitch as she spoke, I was struck by the unique and captivating beauty a woman could possess. A sudden surge of emotion welled up inside me, and I chuckled, "Hehe, I missed you."

I didn't want to lie to Xiaoyan; coming to get the watch was true, but missing her was equally genuine. Especially seeing Luo Xiaoyan's shapely

, gracefully moving shoulder blades, like a delicate, fragrant flower smiling at me, I truly felt that this impulsive trip to retrieve the watch was more than worthwhile. With that, I almost effortlessly lowered my head and gently kissed Luo Xiaoyan's shoulder blade…

"Mmm—"

Luo Xiaoyan sighed softly, "I'm so happy, I missed you too!"

Then, Luo Xiaoyan parted her lips again, pressing them tightly against mine, our tongues entwined in a passionate kiss, our hearts pressed together.

If the kiss before was merely a lingering thought, this one now held the desire and passion released from that longing. I greedily bit and sucked at Luo Xiaoyan's perfectly shaped lips and her still-fragrant saliva, reminiscent of a young girl. Luo Xiaoyan responded passionately. Unlike before, this kiss, besides being more mature and sophisticated in its physical aspects, contained a burning desire deep within her heart.

That desire, to put it in a more literary way, was almost the necessary rebirth a girl must undergo to become a woman!

Soon, amidst Luo Xiaoyan's soft moans, her brother Nan removed her clothes. The natural skeletal beauty brought by her height added a touch of noble elegance and grace to Luo Xiaoyan's sensual body. This physical extension of a woman's body often evoked an irresistible, almost animalistic, desire for conquest in men.

Even now, I admit that sowing and cultivating my passion and desire on such a noble and beautiful body gives me a sense of conquest that is somewhat vain for men. However, when I once again spread apart the long, slender legs of the naked little swallow before me, a perfect combination of bone and flesh, and buried my face deeply in that honeyed field and water village where downy grass and flower petals bloom, I admit that it was I who was conquered...

What conquered me was the unique girlish sentiment and sweet fragrance of the honeyed field, the fleeting beauty of a daisy bud about to bloom, a beauty that tugged at the heartstrings with anticipation and tenderness. That irresistible, all-consuming, and ethereal feminine purity, existing between reality and fantasy, had already shattered even the strongest nerves and will of any man.

In that instant, as the delicate, dewy petals between Little Swallow's legs opened before my eyes, amidst the boundless passion, I felt a deep tenderness—the kind of tenderness Zhang Ailing spoke of, the tenderness born of understanding.

Today, I possess all of this again. When I can connect the pure heart of this kind and beautiful girl before me with this vibrant, beautiful body, a gift from nature—I can no longer distinguish between dream and reality. I don't know who I should thank. Little Swallow, or perhaps my beloved wife…

As the brief moment of confusion passed, I opened my mouth and licked Luo Xiaoyan's petals, now glistening with dew. A shy, trembling sensation still emanated from her legs, but soon this shyness transformed into soft, swallow-like moans.

Luo Xiaoyan had now learned to express her desires with her body; besides feeling her legs begin to clamp around me, I could also sense the strength and anticipation within that tight grip.

“Is it comfortable, darling?”

“Mmm, so beautiful…”

Luo Xiaoyan responded with breathless moans, her legs trembling incessantly.

My tongue darted around, covering everything I could fit in my mouth. I felt Xiao Yan's clitoris rhythmically pulsating in my mouth. I reached out and gripped Luo Xiao Yan's firm, upturned buttocks tightly, so that the deepest part of her legs could be firmly connected to my lips and tongue...

"Wait,"

Luo Xiao Yan suddenly cried out as if waking from a dream. Her phone, which was placed beside the bed, had rung. "I... I need to take this call."

I quickly stopped licking. After Luo Xiao Yan picked up the phone and calmed herself down, she said into the phone, "Hello, Brother Sheng... um... I understand... you can decide on this..."

Suddenly, my mind went blank. How could I let such a sensual and exciting scene slip by? As I spoke, I opened my mouth again, spread my hands, and deliberately took Luo Xiao Yan's already red, wet, and sticky clitoris into my mouth, licking it up and down with my tongue.

Luo Xiaoyan hadn't expected her Nan-gege to be so wicked. Caught off guard by the sudden attack, her body arched in shock. Instinctively, she covered the phone's receiver with her other hand, her lips parted wide, and she let out a deep breath, afraid to make a sound.

Once Luo Xiaoyan had endured the wave of pleasure, she gestured for me to stop—this time, Ning Zhufu, that old rogue, finally got what he deserved from Xiaoyan—Ning Zhufu completely ignored Xiaoyan's instructions, focusing instead on licking her little sister in increasingly enthusiastic ways…

Meanwhile, on the other end of the phone, Brother Sheng was still chattering away. Luo Xiaoyan could only tightly clamp my legs around him, removing her hand from the receiver and replying, "Mmm…okay, Brother Sheng…mmm…I…I'll be there on time after the performance tonight…"

But her words were punctuated by more breathless, muffled "mmm" sounds—Ning Zhufu, of course, knew why. As soon as I hung up the phone, I heard

a long, soft sigh escape Luo Xiaoyan's lips. She gripped my hair tightly with both hands and clamped my face between her legs. Then I felt a warm, moist sensation in my mouth, a warmth as rich and lingering as the soft sigh that had been wafting through the air.

Then I felt Luo Xiaoyan's bud throbbing violently in my mouth, throbbing...

"So beautiful..."

Xiaoyan murmured amidst her violent trembling...

I knew that Luo Xiaoyan had reached her climax in this stimulating and unique way in my mouth—I knew that from Luo Xiaoyan's body's reaction, it was the inhibition brought about by that Brother Sheng's phone call that suddenly aroused the energy that had been gathered in Luo Xiaoyan's body by Ning Zhufu's constant licking. The pleasure of first suppressing and then rising, and the almost unrestrained bursting out, made me forget that it was Xiaoyan's body that was climaxing in my mouth...

After a while, I stood up and climbed on top of Luo Xiaoyan, leaned close to her mouth and took it in, not caring that there was still honey-like fluid sticking to my lips from her earlier climax...

"Mmm,"

Luo Xiaoyan gasped again.

"Is it good, darling?"

"Mmm, so beautiful... What if I fall in love with this feeling?"

Luo Xiaoyan said coquettishly between breaths.

"Hehehe,"

Ning Zhufu now knew how to be mischievous. "Hehe, so you've fallen in love with this feeling of making a phone call while someone licks you down there? No wonder your orgasm came so quickly and intensely just now!"

"What? I only said licking...licking down there...I didn't say making a phone call!"

After saying that, Luo Xiaoyan's face turned completely red, exuding an indescribable charm. Then she reached out and lightly punched my shoulder. "You did that on purpose, didn't you? Just now...just now someone almost heard us, you're so naughty!"

"Hehe, it's good that they heard us. By the way, who is this Brother Sheng? It seems like he had something to do just now?"

"Yeah, he's my manager. He said he's arranging an event after the performance tonight."

"Oh, our Xiaoyanzi has a manager now. She's a big star now. I wonder if she'll ever leave your Brother Nan."

"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm afraid you'll leave me, okay!"

After saying that, Luo Xiaoyan gave me a cute and charming smile. It's true that a woman's face after an orgasm is always so irresistibly beautiful.

Then Luo Xiaoyan slowly slid her body down towards me—I knew what Xiaoyan was going to do, and the emotion ignited in my heart like a burst dam.

Luo Xiaoyan carefully took my penis into her mouth and began to suck on it, her lips moving gracefully, conveying a spring-like allure.

Soon, I felt my whole body being pulled, the iron rod in Xiaoyan's warm, wet mouth was moving from victory to victory.

Oh, I misspoke, it was moving from the iron rod to the iron rod… Luo Xiaoyan seemed to be gradually learning to use her tongue to press against the tip and then lick harder while sucking, which was truly a multiplier of pleasure that made me feel stimulated, spreading from my penis throughout my whole body…

It wasn't that I was desperately resisting, tightening my sphincter, but the ejaculation in Luo Xiaoyan's mouth seemed to be only a matter of a fine line between tightness and looseness.

But I seem to prefer letting my climax erupt within Luo Xiaoyan's body—don't criticize my convoluted explanation, reaching the peak with a woman's pleasure, that feeling of every cell of body and soul merging together has always been deeply captivating me…

Thinking this, I finally gently lifted Luo Xiaoyan's face, buried between my legs, and then pulled her body up. Luo Xiaoyan seemed to understand what her Nan-gege was going to do, and prepared to lie down, but I used my hands to hold her body, indicating that she should kneel and crawl with her back to me, and then gently bit her earlobe: "Darling, I want to do it in a way that you find more exciting, I want to… penetrate you from behind!"

"Mmm—"

Luo Xiaoyan still sighed softly, then placed her hands in front of her, raised her legs, and faced me with her buttocks, giving me a round, perky, and unobstructed view of her fullness—and those beautiful legs were so long that that the tempting fullness was like a delicious meal high above, so much so that I seemed to only be able to position myself properly to penetrate her, to have that delicious thing in my mouth, by standing up…

As I stood there, holding Xiao Ning's cooking, finally thrusting my hard, erect penis into that incredibly alluring fullness, Luo Xiaoyan's moans followed like a shadow, using the rhythm of my thrusts as a metronome, softly singing along...

And just then, Luo Xiaoyan's phone rang again!

"Wait,"

Luo Xiaoyan's voice sounded more urgent and flustered than before, hurriedly turning around to signal me to stop thrusting, "It's...it's his call." "

He"—in the context between Xiaoyan and me, this undoubtedly had a special meaning—Boss Qiu—I gave a helpless bitter smile to my heart; after all, he was Xiaoyan's benefactor.

"Hi,"

Luo Xiaoyan addressed Boss Qiu so casually, but the meaning was a complex mess.

"Oh, I called your hotel room earlier, but no one answered."

Boss Qiu's voice was clearly audible on the phone, but it contained a hint of gentleness that I usually heard, perhaps only in front of women.

"Yes, I'm not in the hotel room, I'm...outside right now."

Even knowing it was Boss Qiu, I didn't dare to be too presumptuous, but I still didn't pull out my penis, which was still inserted in Luo Xiaoyan's vagina, and just gently moved it.

Luo Xiaoyan started to wriggle a little, as if she wanted me to stop, but I steeled myself and continued to slowly thrust my lower body. With each thrust, I could feel Luo Xiaoyan's wriggling and welcoming below, I didn't know if it was nervousness or a physical reaction.

"Oh, where are you?"

"Um...I'm at the beauty salon outside...getting a facial, I'll be done in a bit. What do you need me for?"

Luo Xiaoyan's voice suddenly became tense, this was obviously a lie—with a man's penis inserted into her lower body, she was lying to another man who was unclear whether he was her lover or not but was definitely her benefactor. Even someone as pure and kind as Xiaoyan couldn't escape this sad script of life—is it pathetic?

I don't know, because I am the man whose penis is currently inserted into Xiaoyan's body.

Hearing this, especially noticing the tension in Luo Xiaoyan's body, gave me a strange thrill. So, even slowly, I thrust my penis deep inside her, feeling the inner walls of her body gripping me tightly… Then I noticed Luo

Xiaoyan's hands were tightly covering the phone, her mouth wide open, taking a deep breath just like before, desperately trying to suppress any sound…

“Oh, I just wanted to tell you, don't go to the event Sheng Haoyong arranged after his performance tonight. It's all just boring stuff like drinking with customers. I've already spoken to them, so don't go. Get some rest.”

Boss Qiu's voice came through the phone.

"Um... thank you. I understand."

Luo Xiaoyan's words were very concise, without a single superfluous word, but her voice seemed to be barely suppressing a moan...

"Okay then, take good care of yourself these next few days, bye."

"Okay, I understand, bye."

Finally, Luo Xiaoyan hung up the phone, and as soon as she did, she let out a loud, almost screaming "Ah!" with each thrust of my body!

"Is it good?"

I suddenly increased the frequency of my thrusts, and then seemed to deliberately ask that question.

"Um... ahh..."

Luo Xiaoyan didn't give a yes or no answer, just moaned softly and heavily, her breathing uneven.

"A couple of days ago,"

I suddenly remembered something, and abruptly changed the subject, but the thrusting below didn't stop, "you were with him?"

"Um, yes."

"You two, did it?"

"Um... yes... yes."

Luo Xiaoyan answered very softly, as if she didn't want me to hear.

Then I deliberately stopped thrusting, wanting to see Luo Xiaoyan's reaction—and sure enough, when Luo Xiaoyan saw me suddenly stop, she turned around and looked at me nervously, "You...you're angry?"

I deliberately didn't answer, and Luo Xiaoyan's expression suddenly became somewhat sad and helpless...

Then I pulled my penis out from under Luo Xiaoyan, pulled her body over so she could lie flat, and then I lay on top of her—I was actually preparing to get closer to her heart for the next exchange.

As Luo Xiaoyan watched me do all this, her eyes were still filled with fear, and she murmured, "Are you really...angry?"

After I lay on top of her and finished inserting my still erect penis from top to bottom, and then began to gently kiss her lips, I smiled and said, "I told you before, darling, how could I be angry?"

After saying that, I started to thrust gently again, to give Xiaoyan a message of intimacy.

"Hmm, I thought you were angry. You just scared me."

Luo Xiaoyan said coquettishly.

"But I want to know, how have you been...doing it these past few days?"

I admit I'm starting to get a little excited.

"Mmm,"

Luo Xiaoyan shook her head with her eyes closed.

"These past few days...how many times have you done it? Tell me, darling."

I wasn't really sure if Luo Xiaoyan had taken Ning Zhufu's perverted drug.

"Mmm,"

Luo Xiaoyan shook her head first, then held back for a while, and suddenly sighed as I thrust faster and harder beneath her, "Ah...three...three times..."

"Oh, darling, were you good with him these past few times? Like before...?"

"Don't...don't ask anymore, okay?"

Luo Xiaoyan's face flushed even redder than before.

"Yes, darling, I want to know."

I persisted, thinking that if I didn't start this mode now, it might never be possible to continue.

"Mmm...ahhhh," Luo Xiaoyan became excited under my intense thrusting again, "The first time we did it, I let him..."

"Let him what?"

My head buzzed, so things were better than I thought?

"Let him...let him kiss my crotch."

Luo Xiaoyan murmured with her eyes closed.

"Huh? Like when he kissed you down there?"

"Mmm...he insisted, and I couldn't resist him, so...I let him kiss me."

"Did you have an orgasm when he kissed you down there?"

Luo Xiaoyan shook her head shyly.

"Anything else? Have there been any other changes during these last few times?"

"The second time, I let him...insert me from behind."

Luo Xiaoyan's breasts swayed with my thrusts.

"Ah? Darling, isn't that good? Learning to express your desires and enjoyment, what's wrong with that?"

"Mmm..."

Luo Xiaoyan's moans were unclear whether she agreed or disagreed with me, but a large part of it was definitely due to the pleasure my thrusts gave her.

"Did you orgasm when he penetrated you from behind?"

"No...no."

Luo Xiaoyan's panting reply slightly disappointed me, but only for a moment, Luo Xiaoyan's soft moaning rang out again, "However, the third time... the third time we did it, I..."

The context of "I" made me instinctively feel that there was some explosive information, which made my penis harden and I pressed it tightly against Luo Xiaoyan's tight inner wall for a deep insertion.

"Ah—"

This soft sigh was undoubtedly Luo Xiaoyan's response to my deep penetration. "I...I came."

"The third time you did it, he made you come, right? Was it from behind?"

"Mmm, from behind, he...he went in so fast, I couldn't help it, so I came...and it came." After

Luo Xiaoyan finished speaking, she let out a long breath as if a huge burden had been lifted. Then, she opened her eyes, which had been closed, and looked at me carefully. Then, she asked timidly, "You...you're really not angry? Do you still love me?"

At this moment, I found that Luo Xiaoyan's eyes shone with a light I had never seen before, as bright as the moon and as clear as water. Then, I gently leaned down, opened my mouth, and kissed Luo Xiaoyan's lips tightly with a soft moan. After a long and deep kiss, I called out softly and gave her an incredibly gentle smile, "Darling, I love you, I still love you, I'm so happy for you!"

"Mmm... I love you too, my darling, now, take me, fuck me!"

Luo Xiaoyan's body beneath me, filled with my erection, began to sway gently.

I knew that some flowers were already quietly blooming in Luo Xiaoyan's body, in her heart that had once suffered alone...

After our passionate encounter, it was almost evening. Luo Xiaoyan quickly packed up to rush to her performance, giving me the watch that seemed to indicate good things had been delayed, assuming I would stay in K City that night, and even inviting me to her performance.

Seeing Luo Xiaoyan's enthusiastic expression, I was speechless for a moment, not daring to say I had to go back immediately.

It wasn't until I was about to go to the airport that I sent Luo Xiaoyan a text message telling her I had to go back now—but Luo Xiaoyan, perhaps busy with her performance, didn't reply with a single word.

While waiting to board at the airport, my thoughts were in turmoil. I didn't know if everything I had done to Luo Xiaoyan was right or wrong, but today's situation clearly made me feel an uncontrollable excitement, and an inexplicable sadness.

A moment later, the sunny weather suddenly turned into a raging storm with thunder and lightning, which startled me. My flight?

Sure enough, the airport announcement then came on, announcing my flight's delay. Just then, I received a text from Ning Hui, "Honey, it's pouring rain at home. When will you be back?"

She's my wife, after all; couples don't hold grudges overnight. I instinctively touched my newly put-on Omega watch and quickly replied, "Yeah, it's pouring rain. I'm still in the district, so I might be back later."

"Okay, be careful, honey."

My wife's text brought me complete peace amidst the stormy airport. Then, Luo Xiaoyan's text arrived: "I understand, you actually came here specifically to pick up the watch."

This text left me stunned for a moment. Just as I was about to pick up my phone to reply, as if I'd rushed over, Boss Qiu's phone rang.

"Mr. Nan, are you free tomorrow? I need to talk to you about something."

"Hmm... okay, but I'm currently out of town. I'll get in touch with you when I get back, okay?"

"Oh,"

Boss Qiu hesitated for a moment on the other end of the phone, then his voice became heavier than before, "I know, you're in K City right now, right?"

Huh? My head buzzed—damn it, what's meant to happen will happen. I'd been wanting to confront Boss Qiu all along, and now it seems he's come knocking first. I quickly took a deep breath to calm myself, then tried my best to sound composed as I said, "Yes, I'm in K City now. Don't worry, Boss Qiu, I'll definitely come to find you when I get back."...

The rain outside was pouring down, and my flight had been delayed countless times. Finally, late into the night, the airport announcement came over the loudspeaker that my flight back was canceled due to weather...

The announcement had barely finished when, before I could even recover from the dismay of my travel mishap, Ning Hui's call came in quick succession: "Honey, where are you right now? I just asked your CEO Qiao, and your newspaper doesn't have any promotional activities in any districts or counties today!"

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