Routine inspection

Sun Zi had been gone for a long time, but Zhang Rujian was still deeply slumped in the leather sofa,
his expression shifting between joy and sorrow as he recalled the past few days with Sun Zi and her daughter. Sun Zi's gentleness and deep
affection for him had already touched his heart, which had become almost numb from the hardships of life. The image of her pained
expression when she offered herself to him at noon was deeply imprinted in his mind—the kind of pain a woman willingly endures for love.

Yet, he remained hesitant. The sudden appearance of this relationship had disrupted his planned life rhythm,
creating waves as powerful as a boulder thrown into calm water. When he entered university, he had already decided that
the life he wanted was not a calm stream, but a mighty river. That's why he could endure
hardships that most people couldn't. But now, at this crossroads of his life, as he was about to graduate, he encountered a hesitation and uncertainty he had never
experienced .

Zhang Rujian shook his head violently, trying to clear his mind of the chaotic thoughts. He glanced at his
pager ; it was already four in the afternoon. He decided to go to the bookstore; perhaps a quiet place there could calm him
down. He changed into a twill short-sleeved shirt, put on his faded jeans, casually tidied
his hair covering his forehead, closed the door, and went downstairs.

The intense sunlight outside made him squint. He struggled to
find his bicycle among the rows of small shops, finally spotting it squeezed against the roadside green belt by a small red car. He
unlocked the bike, habitually patted the seat, and straddled it.

Just then, he heard the crisp click of a woman's high heels behind him. Out of male instinct, he turned around and
saw a tall woman approaching. She had shapely legs, and her toes, painted with pink nail polish,
peeked out . A beige handbag slung across her slender arm.
She wore a cream-colored dress, her hair flowing smoothly over her shoulders. She wore black sunglasses, obscuring her face, but her lips, adorned with bright lipstick, were visible.

The woman seemed to notice Zhang Rujian's gaze, letting out a disdainful snort. She walked up to the red car
, bent down, opened the door, and got in. The door slammed shut, the engine roared, and the car
reversed past Zhang Rujian, turned a corner, and sped away. Zhang Rujian smiled bitterly. He'd seen this kind of attitude too many times
. Unconcerned, he left as well.

The weather was sweltering. By the time he reached his usual bookstore near the school, he was drenched in sweat. He parked his bike and plunged
into the bookstore. The interior was cool and comfortable, and Zhang Rujian enjoyed the breeze, looking around the small shop. Just like before, the
small space was filled with bookshelves and a few benches crammed in. There was a lot of stuff, but it wasn't cluttered—one of the reasons Zhang Rujian

liked

it here.
He wandered among the bookshelves, stopping occasionally. When he reached his usual corner, he already had two books in his hands: an
Oracle reference book and a history of Western philosophy, both unfinished before. He didn't have money to buy books,
but fortunately, he had an enviable memory; he could memorize what he read and continue reading next time he came. His roommates jokingly called
him a "heart of passion."
Zhang Rujian had his reasons for choosing this corner: firstly, the lighting wasn't good, and there were rarely any people there;
secondly, sitting here avoided the old woman's gaze. The old woman was actually very kind to students, always
smiling, but he often came and never bought any books, which made him feel guilty, as if he was letting her down. Immersed
in the book, he didn't look up again, his mind wandering freely within its pages, finding freedom and fulfillment within its pages.
Outside, the sky darkened, dark clouds gathering and quickly filling the heavens,
making the air increasingly stifling. A rumble of thunder from the horizon startled Zhang Rujian from his reverie. Looking at his watch, he realized it was already 6:30
. Reluctantly, Zhang Rujian closed the book and carefully placed it back on the shelf. He hurried out of
the bookstore , glancing at the churning dark clouds in the sky. He had to get back quickly; any later and a downpour might follow.
Zhang Rujian sped along, watching the pedestrians on the street pedaling with their heads down. He thought: they're all going to
the same place, where there are people who need them, and people they need. Sun Zi's beautiful image
flashed through his mind again, bringing a wave of warmth. Unconsciously, he had come to regard the mother and daughter as his own family. He
pedaled harder, hoping to return to that warm home as quickly as possible.
He had walked most of the way when a clap of thunder sounded, and large raindrops began to pelt down from the sky, filling the air with the earthy
smell. The rain, which had been gentle, gradually intensified into a dense downpour. Zhang Rujian was soaked to the bone, rain streaming down
his forehead and through his hair. Rainwater had already seeped into his eyes, but he squinted and pushed through the heavy curtain of rain.
Reaching the entrance to the residential area, he found the security guard in the booth nowhere to be seen. He rode
his bicycle push it into the stairwell, when he faintly heard a woman's call in the rain. Zhang Rujian wiped his face
and looked in the direction of the sound. The heavy rain splashed white puddles on the ground, and it
was dark; he couldn't see more than a few meters ahead.
The woman's call came again, faintly. Zhang Rujian felt the voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't make it out. He walked towards the direction of the
sound . He couldn't see anything clearly, but following his memory, Zhang Rujian reached
the fence . The sounds came intermittently, a woman's cries mixed with sobs, and he seemed to hear a man's rough
cursing. Zhang Rujian recognized Liu Feifei's voice.
A surge of heat rushed to his head; something must have happened. He grabbed the fence, trying to climb over.
The fence was about two meters high, covered in spikes. Halfway up, he slipped and fell heavily into the mud. He scrambled to his feet, ignoring the mud and water covering him. A flash of inspiration struck him. He suddenly remembered a broken steel bar on
the fence nearby , a gap large enough for a small person to squeeze through. On the other side was a small garden, where he had visited with Sun Zi and her daughter just a few days ago. 　　He found the broken fence and struggled to squeeze through the narrow opening, which only allowed one small person to pass through. The rough fence tore through his soaked shirt, leaving a gash on his back, from which blood mingled with the rainwater. 　　Zhang Rujian groped his way forward along the path trodden by people. Liu Feifei's cries grew clearer. He tripped over a wooden stick lying across the path, and as he got up, he instinctively grabbed it and gripped it tightly. Suddenly, Liu Feifei's cries became shrill and then stopped abruptly. Zhang Rujian's heart skipped a beat, and he ran off without looking back. He stumbled to the end of the path , where several figures swayed in the rain. He heard men making lewd noises in his ears. Zhang Rujian shouted and rushed over in a few steps.

The scene before him ignited his fury. On a long stone bench in the small garden, four young men
surrounded her . A burly fat man held down the girl's head, one hand covering her mouth, while two shirtless youths
grabbed her hands and feet.
The girl's fair legs were struggling violently. Her black school uniform skirt was flipped up to her waist, and her
white top was torn open, revealing her breasts. Between her legs, which were forcibly spread wide, there was a light patch
of dark pubic hair. In front of her stood a blond youth, naked from the waist down, his erect penis already pressed against her
.
Zhang Rujian's arrival caught them off guard. The blond-haired youth was the first to react. Looking at the
man wielding a wooden stick and glaring fiercely, he figured four against one shouldn't be a problem and couldn't help but laugh, "
Kid , you dare to meddle in my business? If you stay put, we'll finish you off, and then you can
have some fun too."
Zhang Rujian couldn't see Liu Feifei's face because the blond-haired youth was blocking his view, but the anger over his sister being bullied made
him unable to calm down. He wanted nothing more than to rush over and beat these thugs to a pulp. Rain streamed down his forehead,
and a clap of thunder boomed from the sky, echoing in their ears.
Startled awake by the thunder, Zhang Rujian's mind raced. He suddenly abandoned his thoughts of Nan Bangguo and laughed heartily, "So it's
you here on business, big brother. I was unaware of your true strength, but I've heard from the brothers in the underworld that you're rising
stars. Seeing you today, I can see you're indeed extraordinary." He then gave the blond-haired man a lecherous look. "This
chick is quite something. You have good taste, big brother, but she's a bit too restless. How about you lend me a hand, big brother, and let
me have some fun too?" He ripped open his shirt and tossed it aside.
The other three, seeing Zhang Rujian's eagerness, couldn't help but laugh and said, "So you're
one of us ."
The blond-haired man was still somewhat skeptical and asked, "Where are you from?"
Zhang Rujian had heard of him back in school; he was known as "Black Panther," a local tyrant outside the school's east gate. He said, "
I'm a follower of Brother Black Panther. I have a thing for young girls. Please give Brother Panther some face and join in the fun."
Yellow Hair was just an ordinary street thug who often loitered around Liu Feifei's school. He'd long harbored
lust for her, but she was always accompanied home by classmates, so he'd never had a chance. Today, he and a few
like-minded thugs were squatting by the roadside chatting and fooling around when they saw Liu Feifei come out of school alone.
They conspired to follow her, and when it started raining at the entrance of her residential area, when no one was watching, they forcibly dragged her into a small garden, intending to have their way with her.
However Liu Feifei resisted fiercely, and just as they were about to succeed, Zhang Rujian interrupted them.
Hearing Zhang Rujian mention a famous underworld figure, he was only half relieved, and grinned lewdly,
"So you're Brother Panther's brother. Come join the fun." He stepped aside.
Zhang Rujian had intended to strike when the blond-haired men were off guard, but judging from their posture, he realized he would be
facing away from them, leaving no opportunity to attack. However, not approaching would arouse suspicion, and this blond-haired man was no ordinary character
. So, with a grin, he walked over to the girl.
The girl looked on in terror. She recognized Zhang Rujian's voice, but couldn't believe
he was such a lecherous man, harboring malicious intentions towards her just like those thugs. She
hadn't , but now tears welled up in her eyes, mingling with the rain, indistinguishable from the tears.
Seeing the fear, sadness, anger, and despair in the girl's eyes, Zhang Rujian felt as if his heart was being pierced by
needles . But he couldn't show any reaction; the blond-haired man could strike him fatally from behind at any moment. He gave her a
lewd look, "Damn, how did you find such a good girl?" His hand was already covering the girl
's exposed breasts, firm and trembling slightly, but cold...
Liu Feifei's heart was breaking. How could anyone else know the pain and feelings in the girl's heart? The moment Zhang Rujian's hand
covered her breasts, she gave up resisting, closed her eyes, and refused to look at Zhang Rujian's ugly face. Letting
the rain wash away her tears, she cried out in her heart, "Mom, how could you like such a person?
Why him?" She bit her lower lip tightly, enduring Zhang Rujian's violation of her breasts, her sharp little teeth
digging into her red lips, drawing bright red blood.
The girl was precocious. After spending a few days together, she had already noticed Liu Zi's abnormality. Her usually dignified and composed
mother had been acting strangely these past few days, dressing more sexily, and she had seen her looking at Zhang
Rujian with affectionate eyes more than once, and she also started to smile more often.
Since her father's long-term overseas assignment a few years ago, the family had been solely supported by her mother. Under the heavy burden of life and
work grew increasingly depressed, often secretly weeping while forcing a smile in front of her. She understood her mother
's pain and deeply resented her father's heartlessness. She acted obediently and charmingly in front of her mother, doing things to please
Sun Zi and trying her best to share her mother's burdens. After Zhang Rujian came to their home,
the atmosphere changed, and she too fell for this handsome and learned young man.
That day, she heard her mother and Zhang Rujian's suppressed breathing behind her and smelled the stench of lust in the room.
She already guessed what was happening behind her, but she didn't say anything. She was even happy for her mother,
joyful for her mother's rebirth. But now, Zhang Rujian's behavior chilled her to the bone. She felt ashamed of herself and
saddened for her mother. She had given up; the double blow, both mental and physical, had completely broken her.
The three young men holding Liu Feifei down sensed the girl's weakness and cried out in delighted lust, "Boss, this little
bitch's out of strength, hurry up, we brothers can't hold back any longer!" Several hands
roamed over the girl's exposed, innocent body. The girl endured it, hoping the rain would wash away the shame in her heart and make this moment pass quickly.
The blond-haired man was now completely relaxed, one hand kneading his penis, "Damn, she's obviously a virgin, let
us men give her a taste of manhood." The other hand gripped and twisted the girl's slightly raised mons pubis, the soft
touch making his penis swell. Zhang Rujian's eyes were bloodshot as he watched the girl's body being ravaged by several men. He felt ashamed of
himself , a man watching his sister being defiled by others.
The blond-haired man was panting heavily, his attention completely focused on Feifei's untouched genitals.
His penis became erect again, he pushed aside the men around the girl and leaned over her.
How could Zhang Rujian stand by and watch Feifei be defiled by this beast? How could he allow this despicable man's genitals to touch a young girl?
Seizing the opportunity, he unleashed a sudden burst of power, slashing the blond-haired man's neck with a chop without warning
. The blond-haired man screamed and tumbled off Fei Fei, unconscious. Zhang Rujian didn't know
how much force he had used; this man, honed by heavy physical labor, attacked with all his might in a fit of rage,
instantly rendering the blond-haired man lifeless.
Taking advantage of the three men's momentary lapse in attention, Zhang Rujian targeted the burly fat man standing beside him, striking him
in the face with his elbow. The hard elbow struck the fat man's nose, making a crisp sound in the rain. The fat man
screamed , falling backward, his hand, which had been on his penis, now covering his face, howling and
writhing in agony on the ground.
The remaining two finally came to their senses and charged at Zhang Rujian, shouting. Zhang Rujian
blocked a punch from one of the long-haired youths aimed at his face, but was then tackled to the ground by the other short-haired youth. The two men
rolled and fought in the mud.
Aside from the strong physique forged through hardship, Zhang Rujian had absolutely no
experience . He endured the punches raining down on him, desperately clinging to the short-haired youth's neck,
rolling in the mud, letting the long-haired youth kick and punch him.
The short-haired youth twisted Zhang Rujian's arm with one hand and relentlessly pounded his abdomen with his elbow with the other, each
blow heavy. Zhang Rujian, gripping the short-haired youth's neck tightly, felt a blur of light before his eyes, the sharp
pain in his abdomen like jagged teeth tearing at his nerves. The blood trickling from his mouth was quickly washed away by the rain.
The short-haired youth felt his vision blurring, his consciousness fading. He thought any human would
give way ; this tried-and-true method in street fights was ineffective against this man. Was he even human?
Seeing his kicks and punches were completely useless, the long-haired youth suddenly turned and charged at the wooden stick Zhang Rujian had thrown to the ground. He
had gone mad; he wanted to see Zhang Rujian fall before his very eyes.
Zhang Rujian realized that the short-haired man was no longer moving beneath him, and the blows to his abdomen with his elbow had stopped. He
clutched his stomach with one hand, supporting his heavy body with the other, his mind focused on only one thought: to see the little
girl, to protect her.
Blood trickled from his mouth down his chest, washed away by the rain. He struggled to open his eyes, trying to locate the girl,
when a sudden, sharp pain shot through his head, his vision went black, and his body, struck by the wooden stick, was thrown backward, slowly collapsing into the muddy water, his eyes
fixed on the sky. The dark clouds seemed to be dispersing, and the rain lessened. Zhang Rujian lay helplessly in the
water , a flicker of resentment in his heart. He couldn't fall like this; Feifei was still lying there…
The long-haired man, holding the broken wooden stick from the force of the blows, saw Zhang Rujian lying in the water and
burst into , “Haha… you finally got beaten! I won! I beat him…” His voice suddenly stopped as he
watched in surprise as Zhang Rujian shakily propped himself up, his eyes fixed on him.
His legs gave way and he sat down in the water, his frantic expression turning to terror. He was terrified. The person before him
had a contorted face, blood gushing from his forehead, staining his face and flowing down his eyes. The half-open, inhuman
eyes remained motionless.
Long Hair felt a chill run down his spine from being stared at. He trembled, pushed himself up with his hands, and leaped to his feet. He had to get
away . This wasn't human; it was a vengeful ghost. He retreated step by step, until he reached the edge of the clearing, but
those empty eyes seemed to still be there. He screamed in terror, turned, and fled. This must be a
nightmare .
Zhang Rujian watched Long Hair leave. He tried to stand up, but a sharp pain shot through him. He bent over, gasping for breath in the muddy water
. He still had something to do. He crawled on his elbows toward the tattered shirt. The few meters
felt incredibly tiring; he longed to rest. The moment his fingertips touched the shirt, he felt all his strength drain away.
His vision blurred, and his eyelids felt heavy.
A sharp, piercing cry from a woman echoed across the open space. Liu Feifei had already witnessed everything, but she
couldn't . Her heart ached, her thoughts were in turmoil, and the man's actions proved his ignorance. She
rushed forward, supporting Zhang Rujian's body, crying out in anguish. Zhang Rujian struggled to grab
his shirt , trying to drape it over the girl, but he couldn't. He was too exhausted; his eyelids drooped, and
in the last moment of his consciousness, the world was a blood-red blur.

Chapter Six: The Hospital.

Zhang Rujian was frequently struck by a severe headache. Images flashed before his eyes: sometimes Sun Zi's
graceful figure lying on the bed, sometimes the distorted face of the long-haired man, sometimes himself struggling to move while carrying heavy cement bags, and
finally, the image of Liu Feifei's eyes, filled with fear, sadness, grief, and despair, etched itself into his mind.
He tried desperately to speak, but couldn't utter a single word. The girl's eyes blurred, and he reached out
to grab her , but grasped nothing. His head throbbed with pain, bloodshot, and his vision blurred again. Zhang Rujian's consciousness
sank back into the cold darkness.
The headache once more drove Zhang Rujian's consciousness from the darkness. He trudged naked under the blazing sun,
alone, the sunlight blazing down on his head, his back burning with pain, dizzy and lightheaded. Hot,
so hot Water! He wanted water. He licked his parched lips, but felt no moisture, only excruciating pain.
"Water! I need water!" he cried, scratching his throat with his hands.
Suddenly, a drop of warm water fell on his cheek, one after another. Rain, it was raining. He opened
his lips, letting the raindrops fall on his tongue. He swallowed greedily, and he seemed to hear a woman's soft sobbing, intermittent
, as if coming from the sky, indistinct. He was too tired; he needed to rest.
Zhang Rujian drifted in and out of sleep, his visions constantly blurring, but the woman's soft sobs remained a constant
companion.
He was jolted awake again by the woman's cries, this time not sobs, but wailing. He found it amusing;
what could be causing such grief? His attention was quickly drawn to another voice, cold and menacing.
"The patient suffered a severe head injury and excessive blood loss. While the critical period has passed
and vital signs are normal, the patient is very weak. Coma is a common symptom of brain damage, and the situation is uncertain.
There's a high possibility of a vegetative state. That's all the doctors can do; we can only wait. Young lady, please don't be
so loud. This is a hospital; you'll disturb the other patients."
"Is she talking to me? Young lady, could it be Liu Feifei? Where am I? What happened to me?" He tried to open his eyes...
His eyes were heavy, but his eyelids felt so heavy. He tried to lift his hand, but couldn't even move his fingers. Aside from being exceptionally conscious, his body
felt like it didn't belong to him.
That cold voice came again, "Talk to the patient more, although it won't do much good. Also
, make sure to move the patient's body, otherwise their limbs will atrophy, and even if they wake up, they'll be crippled. Little girl,
if you cry again, please leave. How many times do I have to say it?"
The crying in Zhang Rujian's ears subsided, but it was clearly being forcibly suppressed. Each choked sob made his
heart race . He wanted to struggle, but it was useless; his body felt like wood, devoid of any sensation.
The pain of losing his freedom enraged him. His head throbbed, his head ached terribly, and he fainted again.
A woman's gentle voice reached his ears, "Rujian, although you can't hear me, I still have to say it. Over the years, I
've lost all faith in life, but your arrival has given me new hope. I don't regret my choice
at . Do you know how much I love you?" The woman's voice trembled. "I wish... I wish
it wasn't you lying here, but me..." She couldn't continue, sobbing, her face pressed
against wept.
Zhang Rujian felt warm water droplets slide down his cheek. It was Sun Zi, it was her. How he longed to hold her in
his arms , to caress her, but he couldn't. He felt Sun Zi's sobs subside, her face moved away, and she wiped away
the tears from his face.
The woman's voice rang out again: "I won't cry. I'm happy because I know you love me too. It's enough to have
been loved , even if it was just for a few days. Even if you can only lie in bed for the rest of your life, I will never leave you.
But..." The woman hesitated for a moment, "But I still want your caresses. Being with you is so wonderful
. Touch me, my face is all red."
Sun Zi took Zhang Rujian's hand and rubbed it against her cheek. Zhang Rujian felt the woman's face, still wet with tears, burning
hot, and Sun Zi's beautiful face floated into his mind. The woman pulled Zhang Rujian's hand down to her lips, lightly licked it with the tip of her tongue,
traced it with her teeth, and put one of his fingers in her mouth and sucked on it.
“Rujian, can you feel it? Am I very lewd? I’ve heard people say that men like
women . If you want me to be like this too, I’ll become a slut, but only you can enjoy it.”
Zhang Rujian was once again shaken. The woman’s deep affection surged like a tidal wave. He could
feel He was surprised to find that he seemed to have feelings. It was as if his body was no longer a wooden stick. He
could almost feel his muscles trembling slightly.
Sun Zi did not notice Zhang Rujian’s abnormality. She took her saliva-soaked fingers and slid them over her beautiful neck.
“Rujian, my breasts are so swollen. Can you massage them for me? I love it when you touch my breasts.”
Zhang Rujian heard the rustling of clothes, and then his hand was led to a warm, soft mound of flesh, which
moved up and down, the nipple pressing against his palm.
"Ah, aren't my breasts beautiful? You were peeking at my breasts that day. Look, my nipples are all erect.
Hmm, your hands are so naughty, they've made my heart itch. My nipples are my most sensitive spot. Do you think
my nipples are pretty? Long and soft, I really like them. They feel numb now, like
little bugs are biting them, hmm..."
Sun Zi clenched her teeth, her face flushed, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her body. Being in a hospital room, yet engaging in such
lewd behavior, gave her a forbidden pleasure. She could feel the sticky,
slippery flesh of her lower body, but for Zhang Rujian, she would do anything, even be a slut, as long as Zhang Rujian was happy.
Zhang Rujian felt his hand being dragged to Sun Zi's skirt, feeling the unique
lightness . His hand was already covering Sun Zi's lower abdomen above her mons pubis.
"Isn't my figure great? I've even gained weight these past few days with you, you can feel it, ca
n't you ? It's made me hold my breath to fit into skirt suits these days. Heh,
I bought these panties especially for you, they feel so nice, right? They're red, I love them. And just between you and me, they're see-through
. When I tried them on, I could see my genitals in the mirror, just to seduce you." Sun Zi
murmured dreamily, sharing her secrets with Zhang Rujian.
Zhang Rujian's blood rushed through his veins, his lower body felt a surge of heat, and although his penis wasn't erect, he could
feel the power flowing into his body like a gentle spring. Sun Zi spread her legs wider, trapping Zhang Rujian
's hands between them, then squeezed them together, moving them back and forth, just like Zhang Rujian had done before.
“Do you know? I love it when you rub my genitals like this. Can you feel it? Isn’t it slippery
and hot? My juices are flowing out, and they’re for you. Do you like it? My pussy is
so itchy , why aren’t you awake? Why aren’t you awake? I need you!”
Sun Zi suddenly buried her head in the blanket covering Zhang Rujian and burst into tears. “Rujian, please wake up!
My daughter and I both need you. Can’t you feel it? I’m so scared, scared of losing you and being all
alone again. My daughter and I have tried everything these past few days, but you still don’t feel anything. I don’t know what to do. This
is the last thing I can do, to wake you up with my body, but it’s no use! It’s no use!!!” She
pounded on Zhang Rujian’s chest, sobbing uncontrollably.
When Sun Zi returned home that day, Zhang Rujian had already left. He left a note saying he was going to the bookstore, but
she waited almost 7:30, and the food she had prepared was cold, but Zhang Rujian hadn’t returned
. Even her daughter, who was always home on time, hadn’t come back.
Looking at the gloomy weather outside, the rain had almost stopped, and she couldn't wait any longer, so she decided to go to her daughter's
school . Just as she stepped out of the building, she saw her daughter, covered in blood and disheveled, running towards her, seemingly oblivious to her
presence, rushing into the stairwell.
Sun Zi grabbed her daughter, knowing something was wrong, and without asking questions, checked her daughter for injuries.
Fei Fei struggled to break free from Sun Zi's grasp, trembling all over, muttering, "He's dead, he's dead!"
Sun Zi, having lived alone for many years and experienced many things, remained
composed despite her anxiety. She quickly hugged her daughter, patting her back, "Fei Fei, don't be afraid, it's Mommy, it's Mommy,
what happened?"
Liu Fei Fei composed herself and finally burst into tears, "Zhang Rujian, Zhang Rujian was beaten to death by bad guys!"
A loud bang echoed in Sun Zi's mind, and she felt her feet go lightly. "Rujian is dead?" She shook her daughter violently.
"Where is he? Where is he?"
Liu Feifei's eyes were lifeless as she weakly replied, "In the small garden. He's dead. I saw him."
With a sudden surge of strength, Sun Zi pulled her daughter up. "Take me there quickly!"
The two stumbled to the open space in the small garden. Human bodies lay scattered on the ground. Sun Zi immediately recognized
Zhang Rujian. She rushed over and helped him up from beside a puddle, the water stained
crimson .
Zhang Rujian lay motionless in her arms. Surprisingly, Sun Zi calmed down in this situation. She checked
his breath; it was faint. He was still alive.
She sternly shouted at Liu Feifei, who was weeping beside her, "Go get a car! He's not dead yet!"
With the help of a taxi driver, the mother and daughter took Zhang Rujian to the city's largest hospital, the First People's Hospital,
where the director was an acquaintance of Sun Zi's. Thanks to the director's connections, all the admission procedures were simplified, and Zhang Rujian was immediately
taken to the operating room for emergency treatment. The surgery lasted for five hours, not ending until midnight. While anxiously
waiting, Sun Zi also had to comfort her still terrified daughter.
After the surgery, Zhang Rujian was admitted to the intensive care unit and then transferred to the hospital's special care ward a day later. His condition
was extremely serious; his spleen had ruptured, he had suffered a severe head injury, and he had lost a lot of blood. Fortunately, the surgery was relatively successful, and his life was saved,
but he remained unconscious.
Liu Feifei also fell ill on the day Zhang Rujian was transferred to the special care ward. Excessive fear led to physical exhaustion,
but fortunately, it wasn't serious, and she recovered after two days in the hospital.
Today, it has been a full ten days, and the mother and daughter have taken turns taking meticulous care of Zhang Rujian, trying everything they could, but Zhang Rujian showed
no signs of waking up.
Today, Sun Zi, clinging to her last hope, tried to wake Zhang Rujian with her own body, but seeing that he
still didn't move at all, she was overcome with grief and burst into tears.
Zhang Rujian felt the woman's deep sorrow, and the woman's beatings caused him intense pain in his injured waist. He suddenly
realized that the corner of his mouth could twitch from the pain; his body control had returned. Although he couldn't
move or open his eyes, he could already feel signs of recovery.
Sun Zi cried for a long time before stopping, only then realizing that she had been hitting Zhang Rujian in her ecstasy.
She immediately regretted it, stood up to check Zhang Rujian's wounds, but noticed the foreign object between his legs.
Her pale face flushed red from crying.
She pulled Zhang Rujian's hand from between his legs, held it in her small hand, and said softly, "Rujian, if you really
wake up, this place will be your special spot for your hand when you sleep." She sighed deeply, her eyes reddening
again.
Looking at her watch, it was already nine o'clock at night. She hurriedly straightened her disheveled clothes, tidied her hair, and pulled a
basin from under the bed. She went to the bathroom to get hot water; it was time to wash Zhang Rujian.
This special care ward was designed like a standard hotel room, with its own bathroom. It wasn't available to ordinary people; only those with
the financial means could afford it. In the center of the room, near the window, was a large bed for the patient. A step away
was a smaller bed for family members accompanying the patient.
For the past few days, Sun Zi and her daughter had taken turns resting there.
Sun Zi adjusted the water temperature, tested it herself, and then pulled back the thin blanket, revealing Zhang Rujian's body. To keep
him dry, Zhang Rujian was completely naked except for a thick bandage around his abdomen.
She carefully wiped Zhang Rujian's body, then applied some drying powder. After finishing, she was
drenched in sweat; it had taken a full hour.
She took a shower, put on her pajamas, and sat by Zhang Rujian's bedside. A wave of weariness washed over her, and she sighed again;
it was time to rest. Sun Zi couldn't fall asleep on the small bed. She sat up, thought for a moment, took off her pajamas, and squeezed
onto Zhang Rujian's bed. She rested one of his arms under her head, pressed her naked body against his, and
curled up like a kitten. Only then did she feel that the man hadn't left her, and she fell asleep contentedly.
Zhang Rujian smelled the fragrance of Sun Zi's hair and felt her soft body against his. He too fell asleep.
The morning sunlight streamed in through the window, but the two on the bed were still fast asleep. One side of the thin blanket was pressed
under Sun Zi's body, revealing her full buttocks and a long, slender leg exposed to the morning light. The door clicked
softly, and Liu Feifei entered. This young woman had matured considerably after this incident. Although her face carried
a hint of melancholy, and her face had thinned, she was still pretty and charming, even more attractive than before.
Seeing the scene before her, she was stunned for a moment, then relieved. She understood her mother's feelings for Zhang Rujian
even more deeply , because she herself had developed a deep attachment to him. Zhang Rujian's behavior in the small garden had made her
see this man in a new light.
Even in his final moments, he had draped that shirt over her shoulders, making her
uneasy about her misunderstanding of him. Without this man, she didn't know what would become of her; she didn't even dare to think about it.
She had already washed and carefully mended the shirt. For this girl, raised under her mother's loving care,
needle and thread were so unfamiliar, yet she still did her best to complete her first piece of work. The shirt was mended
, but the bloodstains on the front and back couldn't be washed away, and the image of the man in her heart could never be erased.
For a moment, she even felt a small pang of jealousy towards her mother, because her face was so peaceful;
she was sleeping soundly in the arms of her beloved man.
When Sun Zi woke up, the sunlight was already strong. She glanced at the clock by the bedside—it was already
nine o'clock. Usually, her daughter would have arrived long ago. Looking around the room, she felt relieved, knowing she could see everything clearly. Although
she had given herself to this man, she was still careful not to let her daughter know. She wondered
how her daughter would react.
She first leaned down and kissed Zhang Rujian's cheek, then got dressed and, as usual,
washed Zhang Rujian's face and body before washing herself.
Zhang Rujian also woke up, feeling at ease as he experienced the wife's attentiveness. He knew that
if he were in Sun Zi's shoes, he would treat her the same way. As Sun Zi's footsteps faded away,
he felt refreshed. His headache had lessened considerably, and his body seemed stronger after a night's sleep
.
He tried to open his eyes, straining, but his eyelids could only be slightly opened, letting in a sliver of light that was quite
dazzling . He tried to clench his fist, and could only feel his little finger move slightly. He was quite satisfied, even though it still couldn't move.
Soon she would be able to stand up on her own.
Liu Feifei paced back and forth in the hospital courtyard, guessing her mother was probably up by now. She went to the ward
but didn't go in directly; she knocked on the door first.
Sun Zi, already dressed, opened the door and let her daughter in. She had to rush to work, but as she was leaving, she suddenly
remembered something and turned to her daughter, saying, "Feifei, today is a routine check-up. Dr. Ling will be here soon."
The girl softly responded and sat down beside Zhang Rujian's bed.
Sun Zi looked at her daughter's thin face and sighed. This child had just gotten out of bed but insisted
on taking care of Zhang Rujian, taking turns with her. Fortunately, this saved her from running back
and forth .
Looking at the way her daughter looked at Zhang Rujian, besides guilt and gratitude, there seemed to be something else—familiar, yet
indescribable. She had a meeting that morning and was going to be late, so she hurriedly left.

Chapter Seven: Tender Feelings

Liu Feifei sat quietly beside Zhang Rujian, her small hand stroking his sharply defined face, tears
welling in her eyes. For the past few days, she had been deeply remorseful; that nightmarish experience had given her a taste of
the struggle . A young girl's heart is always poetic; she too had fantasized about a happy future, anticipating
the appearance of her Prince Charming. But she never expected that her heartstrings would be plucked by the man before her.
At first, she was attracted to Zhang Rujian's handsomeness, then discovered his erudition, but this remained merely admiration
.
Later, she discovered the feelings between Zhang Rujian and Sun Zi, genuinely happy for her mother, and
grew closer to Zhang Rujian, enjoying the subtle changes in their home after his arrival.
Lacking a father's love, she felt a man's care from Zhang Rujian; her admiration transformed into
a dependence , treating Zhang Rujian as an older brother.
But that day's experience finally made her see Zhang Rujian as a man. His strong arms could shield her
from the wind and rain; she felt safe by his side. Even now, with Zhang Rujian lying in bed, she believed that
if anything happened, he would leap up to protect her. A thread of girlish affection had firmly attached itself to Zhang
Rujian.
Zhang Rujian awoke to a gentle caress. For a moment, he felt it was Sun Zi, but no, although both were
filled with deep affection, the fragrance in his nose clearly told him it wasn't.
Sun Zi's body fragrance was mature and rich, giving one a sense of intoxication, while the scent emanating from the person beside him was
fresh and elegant, with a subtle fragrance mixed with the faint scent of shower gel. In his memory,
it was Fei Fei. Yes, because this fragrance was the scent of a virgin.
Liu Fei Fei gathered her scattered thoughts; it was time to massage him. She lifted the thin blanket, revealing Zhang Rujian's naked
body, his face slightly flushed. Although it wasn't the first time she'd seen Zhang Rujian's body, she still couldn't help feeling shy.
The first time, she almost dared not look at his body, but thinking of what he had done for her, nearly losing his life
in his private parts, she felt at ease.
Feifei's small hands kneaded upwards from Zhang Rujian's arms, down to his neck, then switched to his arms. After finishing his arms,
fine beads of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose. She wiped them with a towel draped nearby, then took off her shoes, knelt on
the bed , and carefully pressed and kneaded Zhang Rujian's chest, gradually moving to his lower abdomen. Perhaps the massage was too strenuous, because her
breathing became rapid, and her face was flushed as if it were about to bleed.
Feifei felt lost, unsure where to look. She was facing the man's genitals; thick
pubic hair extended from his lower abdomen to his thighs, his limp penis hung down lazily, the dark scrotum clenched tightly.
Feifei's heart pounded violently, her body felt weak, almost powerless. Her small hands remained on Zhang Rujian's
lower abdomen , the pubic hair beneath them stiff. She raised her hand, her small chest heaving violently. She suddenly wanted to touch it.
Feifei and her close friends sometimes discussed men's bodies, but these innocent girls
didn't have a clear concept of what a man's body was; they only vaguely knew it was completely different from other girls. Today,
seeing a man's genitals, she had this strange thought, something she hadn't experienced in the past few days.
She took a deep breath, her small hand trembling as she reached for Zhang Rujian's penis. Holding it in her hand,
it felt soft and comfortable. She suddenly felt the room was hot, her heart was racing, a heat coursing through her body, her breasts
swelled, her throat was dry, and she unconsciously swallowed hard, making a small swallowing sound.
Zhang Rujian's heart was in his throat. The girl's curious actions caused that familiar
heat to rise in his abdomen, and his penis became slightly erect. He felt shameless,
having desire for this girl he usually treated like a younger sister, but he couldn't move or speak; his body
reacted to . Despite his efforts to suppress it, his penis began to burn.
Just then, there was a loud knocking on the door. Fei Fei hurriedly released Zhang Rujian's penis, jumped off the bed,
and covered herself with a thin blanket. Just as she finished, the door was pushed open.
Zhang Rujian's heart relaxed. He wondered how he could face this
girl again if what had happened earlier; he might be haunted by guilt for the rest of his life. He heard Liu Fei Fei's timid voice beside him, "Dr. Ling."
"Hmm, rounds." It was that cold, emotionless voice again.
Zhang Rujian felt a surge of anger; he recognized that voice—the one that had harshly reprimanded Fei Fei that day. Zhang Rujian
felt a chill run down his spine. The sheets were pulled away, a cold thermometer was shoved under his armpit, and a round object was placed on
his chest —presumably a stethoscope. "Hmm, hmm, oh? The patient's condition is good, his heartbeat is
strong, very good."
Liu Fei Fei cautiously asked from the side, "How long will it take for him to wake up?" She was a little afraid of the doctor.
"Didn't I say? We can only wait," the doctor said impatiently.
"Keep an eye on the patient. Come back to me if there are any problems." The doctor finished speaking, turned, and left, the door
clicking .
Silence returned to the room. Feifei obediently covered Zhang Rujian with a light blanket; she didn't have the courage
to massage him anymore.
Suddenly, she chuckled, "Brother Jian, that doctor was so fierce, but she was really pretty. Will I
be that pretty when I grow up? I know you like pretty women because my mom is very pretty. I must
be pretty too, because if I'm pretty, you'll like me." She frowned, "But Mom likes you too, and you
like Mom too, so what about me? Can you share some of your affection with me?"
After speaking, she nestled against Zhang Rujian's chest, murmuring, "I'm a little jealous of Mom because she gets
your love. But Mom is also pitiful; she has a hard life all by herself. I don't want her to be unhappy. Can I love you
with ?" Tears welled up in her eyes again.
Zhang Rujian felt a jolt in his heart. He hadn't expected this little girl to also have feelings for him, to
yearn for his affection alongside Sun Zi. But he only felt brotherly love for her.
What should he do? What should he do? If he refused, he would hurt the heart of a pure young girl. He wasn't
one to refuse others, especially such a gentle and lovable girl. Besides, the girl had also discovered
his feelings for Sun Zi.
Feifei hugged Zhang Rujian, resting her head on his chest. Only at this moment could she feel that Zhang
Rujian belonged to her. A wave of weariness washed over her, and she fell asleep against Zhang Rujian's chest. Zhang Rujian could
feel the firmness of the girl's breasts pressing against his arm. Unlike the softness of Sun Zi's breasts, the girl's breasts
were soft yet firm, pressing hard against his chest. He felt his penis begin to erect again, and his body felt stronger
; it seemed the sexual stimulation had greatly aided his recovery.
Feifei slept soundly, while Zhang Rujian's mind wandered. Mother and daughter sharing a husband—this seemingly impossible thing
was actually happening to him? From a purely male perspective, who could resist such an encounter? But moral
boundaries prevented him from crossing that line. Time passed slowly, and darkness gradually fell. Feifei
woke up with a soft moan; she was so hungry.
After dinner, it was already eight o'clock. Most of the patients were resting. Feifei wiped Zhang Rujian 's
body again, took a shower herself, and lay down on the small bed in the pajamas she had brought. She had slept too much in the afternoon and
couldn't fall asleep Thinking of Zhang Rujian, thinking of her mother, the satisfied look on her mother's face as she slept naked beside Zhang Rujian that morning
flashed before her eyes.
She got up, took off her pajamas, her body still carrying the innocence of a young girl, slender yet graceful, her breasts
proudly erect, two pink nipples standing out in the cool air. Her abdomen was flat, and
unlike , the girl's mons pubis was covered with a dense layer of downy hair. Her legs were closed, but there was a two-finger-width gap between them,
a pinkish slit extending from the lower part of her mons pubis towards her crotch. Her pink buttocks were upturned, a smooth transition leading to two
long, slender legs—a perfectly proportioned young girl's body.
She lifted the thin blanket, pressed her body against Zhang Rujian's side, hugged him briefly, then, feeling uncomfortable, climbed onto him
, wrapping her arms around his neck. Fei Fei felt her face burning, pressing her face against Zhang Rujian's
chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.
It was truly inappropriate for a young woman like herself to act this way, but the desire to experience her mother's happiness
made it impossible for her to resist the temptation. Besides, night had already fallen in the hospital room;
it seemed no one would know what she was doing at this hour.
Zhang Rujian wasn't asleep either. He felt the girl's movements, and a tremor ran through him. This girl was playing
a dangerous and crazy game. Feifei's breasts were pressed against his body, and the height difference between them meant that the girl's
genitals were pressed against Zhang Rujian's, their pubic hair intertwined, and his penis was comfortably positioned
between the girl's legs.
The girl stroked Zhang Rujian's chest with her hands, curiously playing with the man's nipples. Under this
stimulation, Zhang Rujian's genitals began to swell, and his penis quietly hardened, pressing against the girl's vulva.
Feifei felt the hot penis pressed tightly against her genitals. Strangely, she reached down and grabbed Zhang
Rujian's penis. The penis wasn't fully erect yet. The girl touched it, wondering what it was. From
the feel in her hand, it resembled the penis of the man she had touched that morning, but it was so different—much harder and
hot to the touch.
She felt her face grow even hotter. She didn't know what was happening, but instinct told her that this was something that only the most
intimate couples experienced.
She felt her breasts swell, her nipples hard and pressing against her skin. Her body felt strange and extremely uncomfortable. She looked up at
Zhang Rujian's face; his eyes were closed, seemingly no different from usual. Relieved, the discomfort in her body
made her want to make a sound, but only a thick nasal tone came out, "Mmm..."
She slowly slid her body off Zhang Rujian, burying her head between his legs. The light in the room was insufficient
to see clearly; she could only see a large, dark shadow standing erect. She grasped the penis in her small hand; it was burning hot. She brought it to
her nose and smelled it. A strong masculine scent filled the air. She inhaled deeply, her body trembling. She knew
she should stop, but her intense curiosity about the male body drove her to continue.
Feifei was intoxicated by the man's scent. She felt a tingling sensation in her lower body, so she clamped her legs around Zhang Rujian's
thighs, pressing them tightly against him. The firm touch slightly eased the itch. She
breathed , her small hands clenching tightly. She realized that one hand couldn't fully grasp his penis, so she reached out
with her other hand to completely envelop it.
Intense curiosity drove her to explore the mysteries of the man's body. She slid one hand down from the base of his penis
, caressing his scrotum. The scrotum was rough and wrinkled. "It's so ugly," she
thought cradling his scrotum in her hand. Two small balls slid back and forth inside, and she couldn't help but knead and
savor them.
Zhang Rujian was going crazy. His lower body was being played with by the girl, his penis fully engorged and erect, one leg
able to feel the softness of the girl's genitals. Feifei felt the man's penis swell in her hand, a surge of heat
coursing through her lower abdomen, waves of itching sensation washing over her genitals. She shifted restlessly,
rubbing her genitals against Zhang Rujian's legs. "So comfortable. Is this what a game between a man and a woman is like?"
Feifei's small hand slid along Zhang Rujian's penis. She noticed the outer skin of his shaft
moved up and down with her hand. Curious, she ran her hand up and down along it. Suddenly, she felt a
slippery liquid flowing over her hand. She touched it. At the tip of the penis, there was a small opening. "The liquid must be
coming from here," she thought, continuing to stroke the shaft. The liquid had already wet her hand,
making a "tsk tsk" sound.
Hearing this sound, she felt a burning sensation in her lower abdomen, her genitals secreting fluid that clung to Zhang Rujian's
legs. She moaned softly, rubbing her genitals intensely against Zhang Rujian's legs, her hand
moving rapidly involuntarily.
Zhang Rujian felt his patience was nearing its limit. The girl's unconscious actions gave him immense
stimulation ; he felt every pore on his body open, a strange sensation rising within him, as if power was flowing back into
his body through his pores.
The girl's body trembled violently; she felt as if she were floating, a pleasurable sensation
spreading . She breathed rapidly, her lower body rubbing quickly against Zhang Rujian's legs.
"It's coming...it's coming..." She didn't know why she uttered those words, but
it was .
Feifei's body finally trembled, stiffening there. A large amount of vaginal fluid gushed from her vulva, sliding down Zhang Rujian's
legs and onto the sheets. Zhang Rujian reached his climax at this moment, his semen spraying onto Feifei's face,
his hands clenched into fists.
He discovered he could control his body again; although weak, he could move.
Zhang Rujian tried to open his eyes; his heavy eyelids opened with difficulty, a sliver of moonlight entering his vision.

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