My humble door is open for you.

Qin returned, having traveled for two days, determined to be back by the agreed-upon May 15th. For three months,
he hadn't written a single letter, nor even made a phone call.

When he arrived, the front door was open. Following the aroma of roast beef, Qin entered the kitchen, where Til was cooking.

Qin walked behind her, put his arm around her, and kissed her cheek. He tried to kiss her lips, but she turned
her head away. She pushed him away, saying, "Don't do that. You just got back, quickly bring your luggage in. Dinner will be ready soon
, just wash your face and we'll eat."

While Til was preparing in the kitchen, Qin's arms wrapped tightly around her waist from behind, his lips
exploring her sensitive areas at her ears and neck.

"Be good and don't cling to me, the beef will burn if we don't take it out soon."

"Let it be."

"Even if you don't eat, I'll eat."

Til sent Qin to light the candles on the table and brought out the roast beef herself.

"We haven't had a dinner like this in a long time," Til said.

Since her husband's car accident a year ago, leaving him paralyzed from the waist down, Dier hadn't had a good day.

Qin, having just finished his last exam, rushed home, traveling for two days to make it back in time for this meal.

Dier watched Qin stuff a large piece of beef into his mouth, juices dripping from the
corner , and couldn't help but laugh.

Qin noticed Dier staring at him and smiling, so he quickly swallowed the meat in his mouth and said, "
What ?"

"Your eating manners."

"What?"

"Your mouth and face..."

Qin wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking at Dier, watching her reaction.

Dier couldn't help but laugh.

"What are you laughing at?"

Dier noticed Qin looking at her. Her childishness vanished, revealing her handsome face.

"You haven't wiped your mouth clean yet."

"Where?"

"Here." Dier wiped the left corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Here?" Qin did as she was told.

Dier shook her head.

Qin wiped it again.

Dier stood up, walked over to Qin, and wiped the juices from the corner of his mouth. Qin took her arm and pulled her close, causing her
to lose her balance and fall into his arms. Di'er simply nestled limply in his embrace.

For some time now, Qin had become her emotional support. They were on the edge of intimacy, constantly
teetering on the edge. Di'er hadn't actually done anything, only exuding her mature womanly charm. She was already calculating Qin's next move
. Her reaction was a weak, feeble protest. She couldn't muster any authority, nor could she find a reason to
refuse . Clearly, she couldn't resist Qin's advances. She could only close her eyes and let his kisses rain down
upon her.

Without a word, Qin picked Di'er up, like carrying a bride into the bridal chamber, and placed her on the sofa
. Her heart pounded. Qin kissed her, his hands awkwardly searching for the bow on her apron and the zipper of
her skirt , stripping her naked piece by piece until she lay on
the bed, completely naked, before finally taking off his own clothes. At that moment, Till covered her chest with one hand and her private parts with the other,
trying to conceal her shyness.

Till closed her eyes, not daring to look at Qin's body. Qin gently pulled her hands apart and then gently pressed himself against
her. Till found that the most natural movement of her hand was to hold Qin. Their bodies felt and probed each other
.

Qin tried to be gentle, a little reserved, as if he would lose his right if he did something inappropriate. Only their heavy
breathing could be heard, their two naked bodies entwined. Till didn't speak, only closed her eyes, mustering all her
courage to accept her lover's love. Qin felt a chill at what he was about to do; he hoped that Till would
protest now to stop this mistake. But Till seemed to let him do as he pleased, silently accepting what was about to happen
. Qin himself was unwilling to stop; he was about to have what so many boys dreamed of.

They had already come this far; they could only go further, there was no going back.

His fingers teased her desire inside her. Her body rose and fell with Qin's commands. Ti wanted Qin to
control her, to make her body submit to his dominion. Her dignity and restraint had long been
stripped away with her clothes.

Her husband's death had filled the emptiness and chaos within her. Qin had also created a hole in her body, one that only he
could fill.

Ti'er took Qin's penis in her hand, its powerful movement startling her. She
opened her legs a little wider, guiding it inside her, enveloping it completely, returning it to its
embryonic state . But Ti'er dared not linger on the pleasure of physical intimacy; realizing an orgasm was approaching, she urged him on. Qin
had no capacity to hold back; after a few breaths, his pent-up desire erupted like a volcano.

Afterwards, Ti'er immediately pushed Qin away, picked up her clothes from the floor, and was about to put them on when Qin
embraced her again.

"You're tired, you've been traveling for two days, and... go to sleep early."

"It's okay. We've been apart for three months, I wanted to talk to you for a while."

Qin took her hand and pulled her back to the sofa. He turned on the radio, played some light music, and filled the glass with the remaining half-bottle
of red wine . He returned to Dier's side, his arm around her bare shoulder. Dier
bent her legs on the sofa, her face flushed from the passionate scene and the wine she had just drunk, and her head felt a little heavy. Naturally ,
she leaned her head against Qin's chest.

Qin's hands never left her, gently caressing her breasts and nipples, wanting her nipples
to remain firm like his penis.

Tier looked up at her lover and said, "I never imagined so much would happen in just over a year
."

"It was fate that I got you."

Tier rested her head on Qin's thigh and said, "You took advantage of me in my vulnerable state. You were too bold at that moment,
challenging someone beyond their station. You're still my good son."

"No, I'm your man now."

(2) Love in its twilight Tier

hooked her hand around Qin's neck and pulled him down, wiping his face with her palm. The same face, but a different
perspective. Qin's hand gently slid down to her lower body, dipped in the overflowing juice, and smeared it on Tier's lips. Tier stuck out
her tongue and licked the delicious dessert on his finger.

"Mom, this is so wonderful, it feels unreal."

"You've become my man and you still call me 'Mom,' aren't you ashamed?"

"But calling you by your name feels a bit strange."

"Sweetie, you can call me anything, but don't call me 'Mom,' I can't stand it."

"Teer?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you!"

"You're so bold."

"You gave it to me."

Actually, Teer hadn't done anything. She just exuded mature charm. In her most confused and lost moment
, Cupid's arrow struck unexpectedly.

A year ago, Teer's husband was seriously injured in a car accident. Qin rushed back from out of town; he was their only son.

Terrified and heartbroken, Teer hugged her son and cried, her head resting on his arm, sobbing and convulsing. They
stayed outside the operating room all night, and Teer finally fell asleep in Qin's arms.

Qin stayed awake, watching over his mother. He knew that from now on, her happiness and support would be with him.

For two weeks, outside the intensive care unit, they stayed by her side, waiting for news that she had pulled through the critical period. Her husband's life was finally
saved, but he was paralyzed and became irritable and eccentric, taking it all out
on . Till silently endured it all. After Qin left, her only comfort was the phone calls he made home. On
either end of the line were heartfelt sobs and tender words of comfort.

Till couldn't care for her husband at home, and when she was on the verge of a mental and physical breakdown, she had to send him to a sanatorium. None
of her relatives understood her decision; only Qin supported her. She looked forward to spring break, hoping Qin would return
to be with her and she could lean on his shoulder.

When Qin returned and saw Till's haggard appearance, he said, "Look at you, you've been through so much. You
deserve a few days off to relax."

"But your father needs someone to take care of him."

"Even you can't take it anymore, who can take care of you?"

Till decided to temporarily put down her burdens and went to a secluded island, where she found a
hostel . They rented a suite facing the sea, with a jacuzzi on the balcony overlooking a tranquil beach. Qin held
Dier's hand as they strolled along the beach, collecting seashells and chasing the tide, letting it wash away her worries. The waves truly
had a soothing power, and Dier quickly relaxed. With nothing much to do, they could lazily sit on
the balcony, listening to the waves and enjoying the warm spring sunshine. In the evening, the innkeeper prepared a sumptuous dinner for them.
After dinner , they soaked in the jacuzzi, drinking beer, watching the sunset, and counting stars.

Dier loved hearing about Qin's university life, while Qin loved hearing about Dier's childhood. The mother and son
discovered they had many topics to discuss. However, Qin wouldn't allow her to talk about her father, who was lying in a nursing home. Because their
purpose in coming here was to escape this heavy burden, one that Dier might have to carry for the rest of her life.

When they were tired of talking, they went to sleep. There was only one large bed in the room, and Dier seemed both bothered and indifferent, sleeping
back-to-back with Qin. When she woke up the next day, Dier found herself resting her head on Qin's strong arm.
The buttons on her collar came undone, and her pointed breasts were peeking out from Qin's gaze.

The next evening, the hot water in the massage tub and Qin's caresses completely relaxed her nerves and muscles. She
became less reserved and decided to be more intimate in bed, finding refuge in his chest, temporarily escaping the storms of the world.

After a few days on the island, Till realized how exhausted she truly was. Qin had been her
support . Three years ago, when she sent him to university, he was still a naive child. For years, she had
focused all her attention on her husband until his accident. When Qin returned home to comfort him, she realized her son had grown up.
She could now confide in him, and the more she wanted to be close to him and talk to him, the more she wanted to.

Qin also confided in her. He told her he had fallen in love with a girl in his class, written her many letters, but
hadn't sent any, nor dared to ask her out. Later, a classmate from a higher grade beat him to it, and he felt very sad.

"Silly boy, if you fall in love with a girl, you should tell her and pursue her."

"But what if she doesn't like me and rejects me? Wouldn't that be worse?"

"If you don't tell her, how will she know you're interested? Don't be afraid of failure or rejection. Trying is always better than losing
an opportunity . As long as you have faith, miracles can happen."

"Will there be miracles?"

"Yes, there will."

The time spent isolated from the world, oblivious to its surroundings, quickly came to an end.

"If only I could stay here forever," Till said to Qin on the day they left the island.

"We can come again."

At the door of his house, Till felt a pang of sadness, knowing she would be fighting alone again.

As Qin got into the car, Till called out to him, "Remember to write to me and call home."

"Okay."

"I'll miss you."

"Me too."

Till leaned closer to him, stroking Qin's chin, and said, "Didn't you shave today? Your stubble is unkempt
; girls don't like that."

Qin didn't reply. After a moment of silence, Till stood on tiptoe, put her arm around Qin's shoulder, and kissed him on the cheek.

Her breasts swayed in Qin's hand through her sweater. She pushed them away with one hand, then immediately pulled them back and pressed them to her chest.
Qin hesitated for a few seconds, then kissed her passionately on the lips. Till, half in shock, pushed him away and ran back into the house
.

"Mom, take care! Wait for my call tonight!" Qin said with tears in his eyes.

Till turned around, her eyes glistening with tears.

(3) What

was going to happen happened, first her husband died suddenly from an illness. That was a great relief for Till. Qin rushed
back for the funeral, and as soon as he entered the house, Till threw herself into his arms and cried. Since Qin left, she was full of resentment from her
husband and his family.

Qin hugged the tearful girl, stroked her hair, and comforted her. He first wiped her tears with his hands, and then kissed
away the tears on her face. After his tears were kissed dry, Qin surprisingly sought her lips, dodging them, then chasing them
again, a chase that finally brought him to his capture.

She needed someone to love her, cherish her, and treasure her.

Qin's kisses grew deeper and longer. His unrestrained hands pulled up her short blouse, searching for her bra
clasp inside.

"Qin, don't do this," Till protested, escaping the encirclement of Qin's tongue. But his hands moved
downwards, sliding down her skirt, touching the coolness of her buttocks, lingering on the allure between her thighs.

"Qin, don't do this," she cried, again dodging Qin's tongue's pursuit, pulling away from his bear hug, and straightening
her disheveled state.

"Sit down. We have a lot to do."

Till reported on the funeral preparations, but Qin only saw her lips moving, not listening to a word she said.

"Are you even listening to me?" Till said impatiently.

"Go ahead and tell me!"

The funeral was tomorrow.

Till couldn't sleep that night. She heard Qin keeping the TV on in the living room until dawn. But she didn't dare come out to see
him.

At the funeral, Qin's gaze followed her like a shadow. Till lowered her head, avoiding Qin's gaze. His gaze seemed
to melt her. When their eyes met, she immediately felt naked. Qin kept trying to get closer to her, but Till
avoided him.

"I have something to tell you," Qin whispered in Till's ear.

"Can we talk about it after the funeral?"

"We need to talk about it tonight."

The reception at home was over, and all the relatives and friends had left. Unable to bear the long silence, Qin moved closer to Tir,
placing a hand on her arm and staring directly into her eyes. "Are you afraid of me?" she asked.

"What did you say?"

"Why are you running away from me? You taught me that if you like a girl, you should tell her.
Now I'm telling you face to face, I've fallen in love with you."

"I know, you always loved me."

"Don't pretend, you know, you know what I mean."

"Don't say it, it's impossible."

"Impossible, but it happened. I've realized I've fallen in love with you. Now that Dad's gone, it's just the two of us,
we can love each other."

"But I'm your mother!" "

But I've fallen in love with you. Do you love me? Answer me, sincerely. If you don't love me, I'll give up
."

"Don't force me, okay?"

"Tell me, do you love me or not?"

"I don't know."

"I know. You love me. How happy we were together on the island. Back at
school , I talked to you on the phone every day, I missed you every moment."

"There's no future for us."

"You said that miracles happen with faith, and the impossible becomes possible.
Didn't you often tell me on the phone and in your letters that you missed me and loved me?"

"Qin, please don't pressure me like this. Your father's body is barely cold, and you're already telling me these things. I
can't take it ."

"Mom, people say separation is the best test. I'm leaving tomorrow. Don't come to my graduation ceremony
. Let's separate for three months to think things through calmly. I'll be back on May 15th. If you don't want to
be , just lock the door. I'll know you don't accept my love, and I'll
disappear from your life forever."

"Please don't do this?"

"What else can I do? You've made me understand that if you love someone, you should let them know. Even if you fail,
rejection is better than keeping it to yourself."

"Qin, have you thought this through? The world is big, there are plenty of girls out there.
You might not be back in three months."

"I will definitely come back. Tonight, I can't stay here, right?"

"This is your home, why are you leaving?"

"After saying this, can I still stay here?"

"You'll always be my son, this is your home. Now I only have you. It's getting late, stay until
tomorrow !"

"If you don't see me for three months, how can I face you again? We may never meet again.

Can I kiss you again?"

Till didn't speak, closed her eyes, and waited for Qin's kiss.

She had refused before, but now she agreed. Qin's anger had been rewarded.

Their lips had barely touched when Till pulled away, saying, "Tonight we won't do anything, just caress.
Will you agree ?"

Till took Qin's hand and led him into the bedroom, where they slept fully clothed. Qin lifted her shirt and
touched her breasts through her bra, feeling her firm nipples harden. Between her thighs, her underwear was seeping with desire. He tentatively
unbuttoned her skirt, and Till didn't protest, reaching down from the waistband until her mysterious triangle
was covered.

"Tonight, we can only kiss, only caress, nothing else."

"I won't do anything you don't want me to."

Qin couldn't believe it was true, but Dier closed her eyes, moved closer to him, and offered her slightly parted lips. Qin
held her waist, unbuttoning her bra one button at a time. The bra clasp came undone, and the shoulder straps slipped down. Qin's tongue
played with her breasts, licking the two glistening areolas, waiting, waiting for these two little flowers
to bloom for him. Qin's two fingers explored the space between her labia, between her stockings and panties, and he
gradually let out rapid sighs, exhaling all his desire.

When they were tired of kissing and caressing, they embraced and tried to sleep. But they couldn't sleep, so they kissed and caressed again. Until their sweet words turned into whispers in their dreams, and they drifted off to sleep. When Dier woke up, Qin was gone. His warmth
still lingered on the bed . (4) Three months after the matchmaking ceremony , Tir, holding Qin's hand, entered the room again. Tir closed the door, still naked and facing away from Qin, sat on the edge of the bed, pulled a robe , put it on, and turned to Qin, saying, "Let's sleep. Your luggage won't be moved in until tomorrow." Qin crawled into bed, and Tir turned over and fell asleep in his arms. Qin was also tired, but too excited to sleep. The furniture in the room was the same as it had been three months ago, and the smell was the same too. Only the arrangement had changed. The faded wedding photo was no longer on the bedside table; his father and everything related to him were gone. This drawer was his father's; he opened it and saw that everything inside had been removed, except for two or three sets of underwear, which were his . There were two bath towels and a pair of toothbrushes in the bathroom, and a pair of men's slippers by the bed. The three months of separation had broken through the barrier in his relationship with Tir. He clenched his fist, swung it, and whispered to himself, "I got it." Then he whispered in Till's ear, "Till, my Till, I love you. We'll never be apart. Don't be afraid, nothing can defeat us." Till, still half asleep, heard Qin's childlike promise and smiled contentedly, for at that moment, he was the one she wanted . Till also slept restlessly, having several nightmares in which she was subjected to the ridicule and insults of relatives and neighbors. When she awoke,

Qin was still beside her, about to wake her, saying,

"Wake up at the right time, get up quickly, we need to get going."

"Where to?"

"Our little island. I booked the room we stayed in before. You've been busy with the funeral, and I've been busy with graduation, let's
rest and I'll tell you my plans."

Tiffany was pulled out of bed and pushed into the bathroom. When they came out together, they both smelled the same fresh
scent . The sea breeze from the ferry had blown away the hangover and nightmares. The innkeeper greeted them with a smile at the door, recognized
them, said they looked well, and wished them a long and happy marriage.

In the room, Tiffany saw a bottle of champagne with a card that read, "Happy Honeymoon," and then she understood
what meant.

"Hey, what are you doing? What happy honeymoon?"

Married for twenty-one years, she was used to the monotonous married life. Her husband was a good man, but lacked romance. In the past
year , her life had been like a withered tree, until Qin returned, bringing her a second spring.

Qin said, "We need to move to the city, buy a house, find a job, and then have a child."

"Selling our old place, including the insurance money, we can definitely buy a house in the city. But having a child? Are you kidding me
?"

"I'm not kidding. If you marry me, you have to have my child. I'm serious." Til hadn't expected
Qin to want to discuss marriage with her.

"Who said I wanted to marry you? Who said I'd have a child? Do you know how old I am?"

Qin seemed serious. Til's reaction made him sullen all day. To cheer him up, Til
turned on the jacuzzi on the balcony after dinner. Til went into the water wearing only a tank top, then emerged. Her body, clinging to the
soaking wet tank top, showed off her curves.

"Hurry up and open the champagne. Did you bring me here to throw a tantrum?"

Qin arrived, completely naked, bringing two glasses of champagne and sitting next to Til.

"Qin, I'm sorry. I thought you were joking."

"I intend to have you by my side for life."

"Aren't I already by your side?"

"I want you to be my wife, to bear my children."

"But you've never proposed to me."

"Now, I formally propose to my beloved. Will you marry me?"

"Have you thought it through?"

"Three months, I've thought about it every day."

"It's truly a karmic entanglement from a past life; after your husband's death, you'll remarry and marry his son."

"That means you agree. Look, the moon has risen, be our witness."

They clinked glasses and drank together.

"I will be a good husband from now on. May the Old Man of the Moon be our witness, and we make this vow."

"The Old Man of the Moon is senile, he's paired us up wrongly." Qin

embraced his bride and gave her a deep kiss. Her soaked vest revealed Di'er's sexy breasts . "Let's go inside." "Right here." "There's no cover here." "That's right. Besides the Matchmaker, it's just you and me." "It's too embarrassing." Qin ignored the protests, cupped Di'er's buttocks, picked her up, spread her legs, and placed her on his thighs. He freed one hand, held his penis, and inserted it inside her. "Oh, be gentle." "Okay." "After I marry you, you can't find other women, I'll be jealous!" "Of course! I'll agree to anything you want." "But I can't guarantee I can get pregnant." "Here we go again." "It's not that I don't want to, it's just that it's not easy for me to have children at my age." "Okay, I'll try." " Just saying it won't make a woman pregnant." "Okay." "Okay what?" "So, doing it in a jacuzzi can easily lead to slipping and drowning..." "So, are we going to do it or not?" "How can we do it without force?" "What did you say?" "You want me to be gentle." Til pinched his arm hard and said coquettishly, "If you don't do it , you're giving up." "My rights, how could I give up?" Qin cupped his woman's plump buttocks and inserted his penis to the end. Til tightly hugged the man's waist , her nipples embedded in his chest. The entanglement of love and desire was completely exposed to the thousand eyes of the night sky. Lips to lips , kiss after kiss, one rising and one sitting, the other thrusting and pulling, in sync with the rhythm of the waves. With the Old Man of the Moon as witness, mother and child are united as one, never to be separated. May you live in harmony and have a long and happy marriage. A perfect ending!

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