"Don't Love" - Chapter 120

Liu Yue patted Feng Ying's shoulder affectionately and said: "Sister, you've become so thin. If I kiss you too tightly, I'm afraid you'll feel uncomfortable. Come on, stop talking, sister, take your clothes off quickly. I want me to beautify your whole body so that when you go out, people can smell the medicine on you as soon as they pass by. Take them off, take them all off, and I'll see how your skin looks after being rubbed all year. Do you have wrinkles or spots?"
Feng Ying crossed her arms and said, "Brother, please, don't look at my body tonight, okay? My skin is sallow, and I'll find it disgusting. Tonight, brother, just close your eyes and hold me to sleep—let me be happy. We can look at my skin again in a week, okay? By then, my skin will be better. Tonight, brother, I don't want you to see it; I'm afraid it will make you sick..."
Liu Yue nudged Feng Ying and said, "Are you crazy? I came here on my sister's orders to give you a beauty treatment, and you look so thin and pale. In my eyes, you're still a beauty, just as beautiful as when I painted your nude portrait. Haven't you heard the saying, 'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder'? I still love you the way I look at you. Take it off, hurry up, time is precious." As she spoke, she reached out to unhook Feng Ying's bra.
Feng Ying sighed and had no choice but to take it off. Liu Yue picked up Feng Ying and put her on the bed. He felt that Feng Ying was much lighter. She was originally pretty, but now that she was thin, she looked like a little sister in his arms.
Lying on the bed, Feng Ying said, "Brother, take your clothes off too. I want to see your body too." Liu Yue took off her top and trousers, leaving only her underwear. Feng Ying said, "Take yours off too. Everyone else is naked, so I want you to be naked too. I want to see your private parts..."
Liu Yue said, "Wait a minute, let me check your body first." Feng Ying lay flat on the bed. The light was yellowish, and Feng Ying's skin also looked yellowish, making her appear truly thin and sallow. Liu Yue stroked Feng Ying's chest and said, "Sister, when you were painting nudes, your breasts were so white and smooth. Now they've been tortured into this state. It seems that man is quite arrogant, turning a beautiful flower into a monstrous monster. What's his weight? How arrogant is he, sister?"
Feng Ying sighed: "Crazy men, don't they all know the same thing when they see a girl? I'm so petite, and he was so crazy that he begged me, saying, 'I'm only seventeen.' But when his wildness comes, he doesn't care if you're seventeen or eighteen or not. He just goes on to vent his rage. How many of them know the meaning of 'cherishing a flower'? Only when a brother loves his sister will he not be able to cherish her body and let her enjoy herself slowly and gently, for fear of hurting her."
"Sis, did you have an orgasm when he was rough with you? Did you feel pleasure?" Liu Yue stroked her and asked again. Feng Ying said, "To be honest, it wasn't what I wanted the first time. It was physiological. You can control your mind, but you can't control your body. He just came like that, and I had an orgasm. The orgasm was definitely not voluntary. Haven't you heard that you can get pregnant from being raped? It's physiological..."
What happened next?
Later, she became numb and just let him vent his anger, like paying back a debt. People gave her a quota, which meant working to earn work points to exchange for food. Have you read the book "The Tiger of Malaya"? The Japanese devils invaded the Malay Peninsula and raped comfort women, raping 67-year-old Malay women. A dozen or twenty devils lined up to rape one woman, raping her until she was half-dead. The women's genitals were full of water, and the women had no feeling left. Fate, wanting to survive... Feng Ying said, and then cried again.
Liu Yue sighed and said: "A school principal, fifty years old, how can he still be so wild? Damn it, he'll get impotence..."
Feng Ying said: "He's got all that wild energy, he's just lustful. Sometimes he can't even get in, so he'll just use his hand to force it in, tormenting you until the middle of the night. He's ruined your skin. There's nothing I can do, he's only thinking about paying off his debts. He thinks, 'I've got a quota now, I don't have to be a farmer anymore, isn't that a way to prove myself?'"
As Feng Ying spoke, she shifted her body to the side towards Liu Yue, revealing her thin ribs. Liu Yue was startled at the sight. She hadn't expected Feng Ying to be so thin. While lying flat, her ribs were not noticeable, but when she turned to the side, they were all protruding. She was truly as thin as a rake. She exclaimed and took a step back, saying, "My God! You've become so miserable?"
With just one sentence from Liu Yue, Feng Ying concluded that Liu Yue, upon seeing his entire body, truly disliked his disheveled appearance. She then covered her eyes and began to cry, saying, "I know you dislike me, that I'm a withered flower, a fallen willow. Didn't I tell you all this? You wanted to prove me wrong, but I had no choice..."
Liu Yue hurriedly comforted her, saying, "I don't mean I dislike you. I saw you were so thin that your ribs were showing. I was shocked and heartbroken." Feng Ying wiped away her tears and said, "I don't believe you. You're just trying to fool me. Before, when you saw me undressed, you hugged me and kissed me. You couldn't get enough of kissing me. You kissed my chest and my whole body. But now that you see me undressed, you kiss me a few times and then pretend to talk to me, making up stories. You won't even touch me. You dislike me, you just dislike me. My body is no longer precious. I've been taken advantage of. I'm a withered flower. Go away. I'll die tonight. At least I'll have seen you again..." She cried again as she spoke.
Liu Yue quickly hugged Feng Ying and kissed her forehead, saying: "You, what do I have to complain about? You gave me your virginity. I'm an orphan with no mother or father, I'm so precious, how could I complain about you..."
Feng Ying reached out and put her arm around Liu Yue's neck, saying: "Okay, brother, if you don't mind me, then just like before, in Taoyuan, in Qinxi, in Guihualin, and in the rented room on the village street, kiss me as passionately as you have before, kiss me to your heart's content, let me feel good, that's what it means to be a brother who doesn't mind me..."
Liu Yue said, "Sigh, I was going to apply a moisturizing lotion to your body first, and then kiss you, but you're so suspicious. Okay, I'll kiss you first, but I'm afraid you can't handle it." He then embraced Feng Ying's chest, kissing her left and right until she trembled. He then embraced her head, kissing her lips and sucking her tongue, kissing her neck, abdomen, and navel, down to her thighs, kissing her entire body, afraid that Feng Ying would become suspicious again. He then kissed Feng Ying's private parts. Feng Ying trembled and pressed his head down, not letting him leave, saying in a trembling voice, "Brother, don't leave, just like that time in the rented room in the village." He kissed her hard, saying, "My private parts are freshly washed." Liu Yue kissed her a few more times and said to Feng Ying, "Sister, your lips are loose. You're only seventeen but you look like a mature woman. Do you know how much torment and suffering I've endured..."
Having experienced many sexual encounters, Feng Ying's sensuality was mature and active. Touched by her lover, she was overcome with sexual desire, her legs bouncing as she exclaimed: "Brother, stop talking! I haven't felt this way from you in a year! I'll let you kiss me, please kiss me! I want your tongue too, hurry..."
Liu Yue kissed her deeply a few times with her tongue, and Feng Ying suddenly sat up and hugged Liu Yue, moaning and crying out: "Brother, brother, brother, I want your darling, I want your darling..." As she spoke, she reached out to grab him, her whole body shaking wildly as if she were crazy...
Liu Yue said: Sister, you've become so thin, I don't want to put any more strain on you...
Feng Ying gritted her teeth and said, "Give it to me now, give it to me now, or I'll kill myself! I'm suffering so much! I've been tormented for over a year for nothing! I haven't experienced true love in over a year..."
Seeing how thin Feng Ying was, Liu Yue couldn't bear it. And seeing how even thinner Feng Ying looked, so delicate and petite, with her tiny baby bottom, she felt a surge of desire. Partly because Feng Ying wanted it, and partly because she herself felt aroused, she leaned down and embraced her. Supporting herself on the bed, she slowly and gently pressed down, their bodies pressed together. Feng Ying let out a soft cry, her arms wrapped around Liu Yue, biting her shoulder blade and moaning…
For over a year, Feng Ying has experienced, for the first time yet again, the devoted love of her beloved…
After catching her breath, Feng Ying hugged Liu Yue and asked, "Brother, do you feel comfortable? Is there anything different than before?"
Liu Yue kissed Feng Ying's chest and said, "Sister, your body is still very beautiful. Just like the first time I slept with you, it felt so good. Thank you, sister, for giving me so much again..."
Feng Ying asked again: Brother, when you heard the news of my death, did you think of me?
Liu Yue said, "Have you thought about it? Come, let me show you something." With that, Liu Yue jumped off the bed, pulled a piece of paper from her pocket, and handed it to Feng Ying, saying, "Look, this is what I wrote with tears in my eyes after learning of your tragic fate from Meng Li. At that time, I thought you were beyond saving, and this was all I could do..."
Feng Ying took it and looked at it under the light.
"In Memoriam of Feng Ying" "Where is it... - a strange fragrance, a fragrance that fills the sky, - a red cloud, a red cloud that fills the sky, it comes! It comes! It comes and goes, an endless, intoxicating intoxication, a dazzling beauty, a colorful dream that surges forth... Is it spring suddenly descending? Is it a celestial maiden scattering flowers?"
Where does this vibrant beauty come from? The grass raises its head, the trees raise their heads, searching, peering, but there's nothing there! Suddenly, someone shouts, "Behind us! Behind us!"
Ah, behind us! The grass turns its head, the trees turn their heads, and we see it, we see it! Halfway up the mountain, on the steep cliff, a patch of red cloud floats, a shimmering red cloud—a rhododendron! It's a rhododendron! Green branches, verdant leaves, cradling, embracing—a cluster of vibrant red clouds, blooming alone beneath the peak, radiant in the crevice of the rocks. On the red cloud, your name is written, Feng Ying. The rosy glow of longing is your face…
How you long to be like a ray of dawn, leaping up the mountain peak, over the mountain... piercing through the barriers of the rocky summit, to gather the universal reverence for beauty... You dream of this, tossing and turning, unable to sleep...
Dreams lure you to linger at the dim valley entrance, peeking at the light the old trees always try to shield, extravagantly sucking in the meager drops of morning dew… The towering mountains stand with an empty grandeur, the valleys shrouded in unfathomable depth, seemingly arrogant illusions, embellishing the wind's submission. Everything seems so calm and peaceful, so normal and obedient, offering a cold, listless boredom, a deathly stillness. Is this the primeval state of the valley floor? Is it the lurking predator's claws? Is it a season without beauty? You are afraid, terrified, but you are unwilling… At dawn, the grass awakens, the trees awaken, dewdrops roll on the pear leaves, a night of dew bathing, the azaleas, that beautiful sunset, surely more beautiful and alluring than yesterday's twilight…
The grass raises its head, the trees raise their heads, ah! Below the cliff, what is this gloomy, overcast sky? Azalea, who took you away? What? Below the peak, on the mountainside, on the dark stone wall, is there no trace of beauty left? Only a pile of withered branches trembling... Heavens... where are you? I want to cry but have no tears?
Was it the wind that broke it? Was it the stone that shattered it? Was it the fog that hid it? Was it the clouds that swept it away? Was it wolves that devoured it? Was it ghosts that stole it? Who? Who? Shattered your beautiful dream? Your body? Who…
The grass weeps, lamenting the loss of your beauty from the mountains and peaks; the trees cry out, "Who, who, stole your beauty? How could your beautiful sacrifice have harmed anyone?"
The cliffs chuckled, the jagged rocks chuckled, the ravines chuckled, the stone walls, frozen in a cruel, iron-blue hue, gritted their teeth and murmured a low, nasal laugh… filled with a disdainful gaze…—a seed from the ravine, too, yearns for transplantation from beyond the mountains with the vibrant beauty of vegetation? The wind came laughing, the rain came laughing, sneering around this withered branch. Look, withered branch, this is its vibrant "registration certificate,"
And so, all that was beautiful vanished, and even the clouds stopped and turned back...
Household registration, household registration, Feng Ying, you offered your beauty and purity, begging to escape the jaws of the cliff, but those jaws are tightly gripping your roots… You are beautiful, but can you move? You can't escape the discrimination of the wind; it, they, are so powerful and fierce, so powerful and fierce. Who? Will care about your cluster of grass and trees?
Ah, in mourning you, with your beautiful essence, you transformed into a plea carried by the wind, spreading far and wide on the clouds, calling for the arrival of justice that has yet to come to earth… Remembering you, with your radiant body, you offered up your final, fragrant dream to all…
Yingmei, you're gone, but your dedication will surely save countless souls like yours in their dreams…
May your heart be at peace, your mind serene, and may the cheers of justice be your triumphant smile...
Brother, Liu Yue mourns in tears…

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