Niu Da Chou's Romantic Adventures (29-30)

(29) Car Accident

Author: aqqwso

Da Chou slept with Xiao Ya all night, his comfort and pleasure were indescribable. When he woke up, Xiao Ya was already sitting up and getting dressed.

Da Chou leaned over, touched her back, and asked, "It's still early, why don't you sleep a little longer?"

Xiao Ya fastened the last button, turned around and smiled, "It's not early anymore, it's already dawn."

Da Chou took her small hand and said, "Lie with me a little longer."

Xiao Ya looked outside and whispered, "It would be so embarrassing if Xiao Cong saw us."

Da Chou laughed, "It's okay if she sees us. She's not stupid. What era are we living in? Couples sleep together, don't they?"

Xiao Ya shook off Da Chou's hand and said angrily, "Other people are quite proper when they're dating. Only you, from the very beginning, slept with me. Now it's hard to remarry."

Da Chou immediately asked, "Who do you want to remarry?"

Xiao Ya puffed out her cheeks and said repeatedly, "You really took it seriously, I... " "Just kidding."

Seeing her pale face, Da Chou hurriedly asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Xiao Ya said, "It's all your fault. You didn't close the window when you went to sleep last night. My stomach hurts a little right now. I must have caught a cold last night."

Da Chou pulled her over and hugged her tenderly, rubbing her stomach for a while, and asked with concern, "Are you feeling better?"

Xiao Ya smiled and said, "Stop touching it. Your stomach isn't better yet. Don't cause trouble elsewhere."

Da Chou laughed and said, "At worst, if you catch fire, I, Da Chou, will put it out for you."

Xiao Ya said, "You're not a firefighter. How are you going to put it out?"

Da Chou grinned mischievously, "I may not be a firefighter, but I have fire extinguishers." As he spoke, he pulled Xiao Ya's hand and grabbed his penis.

Xiaoya pinched his glans and said, "Hurry up and get dressed, don't get cold."

Da Chou obediently put on his clothes, asking, "Didn't you say you had something to tell me? Go ahead."

Xiaoya's face filled with worry, and she sighed, "Yes, I didn't tell you yesterday, afraid you'd worry."

Da Chou said solemnly, "Your affairs are my affairs. It's only right that I worry about you."

Xiaoya's eyes reddened, and she whispered, "Today, I'm going home. I was going to go home yesterday, but I thought about how long it's been since I've seen you. If I leave without seeing you, you'll be sad."

Da Chou finished dressing and sat down beside her on the bed, asking urgently, "What's wrong?"

Xiaoya buried her face in Da Chou's arms, sobbing, "Mom is sick. My older brother called yesterday morning, asking me to go back and take care of her."

Da Chou gently patted her back and asked, "What's wrong? Is it serious?"

"It's the same old problem, a stroke, only this time it's more serious,"

Da Chou said. "Then I'll go back with you."

Xiao Ya shook her head and said, "You still have to go to work, don't let it interfere with your work."

Da Chou said, "Are you sure you can manage alone? You caught a cold again last night, I'm really worried about you."

Xiao Ya forced a smile and said, "You always treat me like a child, I'm a grown woman now." There was a hint of sadness in her smile, making her seem pitiful.

Da Chou tightened his grip on her arms. "What time is your train?"

"Eight in the morning, I've already bought the tickets."

"I'll see you off. Call me when you get home, don't worry me."

Xiao Ya agreed to everything, then tried to break free from his embrace, saying, "It's already past five. I have to go back to my room. If Xiao Cong sees me, I'll be too ashamed to show my face."

Da Chou sneered, holding her tightly, and said, "I won't let go, let Xiao Cong see what modern love is like."

Xiao Ya leaned in and kissed Da Chou a few times on the cheek, pleading, "Good husband, I beg you, I have a lot of pride."

Da Chou laughed, "You have a lot of pride, then I won't." Saying that, he let go of her.

Xiao Ya smiled, gave him a charming look, and made a goodbye gesture. Then, she quietly opened the door, looked outside, and seeing that everything was calm, went back to her room.

Little did she know, as soon as she closed her door, Xiao Cong peeked out from her own room. Her face flushed slightly. Actually, she had heard Xiaoya's moans and cries last night; it was all Xiaoya's fault for forgetting her inhibitions in her ecstasy.

Xiao Cong, of course, knew what the two were doing. Thinking of their blissful scene, Xiao Cong's neck turned red.

She wasn't surprised; nowadays, don't men and women always try to see if they're compatible before falling in love? When she thought of her loneliness, she couldn't help but sigh deeply.

She truly didn't understand why the beautiful and intelligent Xiaoya would fall for a man of unremarkable appearance, with no money, no power, and no great abilities. Even if the house was his, he wasn't worth entrusting her life to. With Xiaoya's qualities, she could find someone quite good.

Back to Xiaoya, she lay in her room until about six o'clock before pretending to wake up and leaving the room. At this time, Xiao Cong was already cooking; she wasn't making anything else but reheating the leftover dumplings from yesterday.

Da Chou came out and said, "Do you like fried dough sticks, twisted dough sticks, and fried cakes? Do you like to drink soy milk?"

Xiaoya said, "I do." As she spoke, she turned to look at Xiao Cong.

Xiao Cong said as he put the dumplings into the sealed container, "I'm fine with anything."

Da Chou, seeing everyone had passed, said, "Wait here, I'll be back in a bit."

After Da Chou left, Xiao Ya asked Xiao Cong, "Did you sleep well here last night?"

Xiao Cong thought to himself: "I was fine, but your voice woke me up." But he said, "Ah, I slept well, much better than at school. How about you? Pretty comfortable too?" As soon as the words left his mouth, Xiao Cong realized it was a bit inappropriate.

Xiao Ya blushed instinctively, but assuming Xiao Cong meant nothing by it, she didn't think much of it and replied, "Same as you, I slept very well."

Xiao Cong sighed inwardly, "You're different from me, you're much better than me. I don't have a man who loves me."

Soon, Da Chou returned, carrying several bags of things. He had bought everything he had asked about. He happily placed them on the table and invited the two girls to eat. Xiao Ya immediately responded and came over. Xiao Cong, on the other hand, brought over a plate in each hand, filled with white dumplings shaped like ingots.

Da Chou ate with a bold and unrestrained manner, what we'd call "fierce" in the local dialect. The two girls, on the other hand, ate slowly and deliberately. Xiao Cong was even slower; as he ate, his bright black eyes would dart around, glancing at Da Chou one moment and then at Xiao Ya the next, lost in thought.

Da Chou occasionally glanced at the two women, noting their distinct charms. Xiao Ya was prettier, possessing a gentle and elegant beauty. Xiao Cong, on the other hand, had delicate features and a quiet yet profound air, though her skin was slightly darker.

Da Chou thought to himself, "If they were both my wives, that would be amazing! Tonight I'd sleep with one, tomorrow night with the other, or maybe even a threesome!" His penis was in for a treat, able to bathe in the holes of two young girls. If that were possible, he'd truly lived a fulfilling life as a man.

Thinking this, he became aroused, but seeing Xiao Ya's worried expression, he immediately thought of her sick mother. His penis then went soft again.

After finishing their meal, Xiao Cong went to school first. Da Chou went into the study, took out a wad of cash, and handed it to Xiao Ya, saying, "Your family needs money, take this. It's a small token of my appreciation as your son-in-law."

This time, Xiao Ya didn't refuse and took it, saying, "Give me the money, what about you? Do you have any money left?"

Da Chou said, "I have enough, don't worry about me."

Xiao Ya said, "I owe you so much."

Da Chou said, "You don't owe me anything. This is something I wanted to do. Even if you weren't my boyfriend, I would still help you because we're old neighbors."

Tears welled up in Xiao Ya's eyes. She held back her tears and choked out, "Brother Da Chou, there's something I'm sorry about. Please don't blame me."

Da Chou was startled, his heart trembled, and he had a premonition of losing his beloved. He composed himself and said calmly, "If you feel I'm not right for you, you can leave me. I won't blame you, anytime." Upon

hearing this, Xiao Ya burst into tears, throwing herself into Da Chou's arms and crying uncontrollably.

Da Chou gritted his teeth, patted her shoulder again, and said, "I won't force you. Forced relationships are never sweet. It's just that I shouldn't have touched you."

Xiao Ya cried, "What are you saying? I'll never leave you, as long as you don't send me away."

Da Chou stopped talking. Xiao Ya raised her tear-streaked face and said, "Look at you, making it sound so serious. I've never changed my mind. It's just that a while ago, a boy wrote me over a dozen love letters and gave me flowers several times. All the girls praised him. I don't know what to do." Finally... "I returned all his things to him. I told him I have a boyfriend, that's all, nothing else, so don't overthink it."

Da Chou's expression shifted between sorrow and seriousness before settling into calm. He smiled and said, "That's good, that's good, I'm relieved. I always believed you wouldn't abandon me. In this world, besides you, probably no one else would marry me."

Da Chou felt a heavy weight in his heart, as if a stone was pressing down on it. Then he thought, hadn't he done many things to wrong her? Not to mention anything else, he'd slept with several women behind her back. Why should he expect her to be absolutely chaste? But what use was she if she wasn't chaste?

Da Chou found a handkerchief, wiped away her tears, and comforted her, "Don't cry, you didn't do anything wrong. Girls' hearts race when they see handsome guys. We men are the same; we also take a second look at pretty women. It's normal, no one blames you."

Xiao Ya then stopped crying and smiled, saying, "Which woman did you look at more than once?"

Da Chou deliberately widened his eyes and stared at her, saying, "Look, who am I looking at right now?"

Xiao Ya giggled, and the clouds in the sky seemed to disperse.

Da Chou took Xiao Ya to the station, buying her some medicine for her stomachache on the way and making her take it. At the station, he escorted her to the ticket gate, reminding her again to call when she got home. Xiao Ya nodded, and the two waved goodbye.

Da Chou watched her board a large bus; the license plate number was xx829, which he memorized at a glance.

Leaving the station, Da Chou wandered around alone, feeling a pang of guilt thinking about how Xiao Ya had almost changed her mind because of someone else's pursuit. What could he do? If a woman truly wanted to change her mind, there was no way to stop her. All he could do was

try his best. If he couldn't hold her back, he could only let her go. But he believed she wouldn't change her mind. If he couldn't even trust a simple girl like her, who could he trust?

Thinking about himself, he realized he had his share of faults. If it was about gender equality, he felt he had wronged her. He had taken a group of women to bed one after another; he wasn't good to her either. Of course, there was nothing

he could do. Lust is a human weakness. When a young, not-too-ugly woman strips naked in front of you and strikes a seductive pose, how many normal men, any men with humanity, could resist? Especially since the women he had encountered were all very beautiful.

Qianhui, Yujiao, Shuihua, the class beauty—weren't they all beauties? Xiaojun and Jinxiu, needless to say, were still virgins, making them even more alluring. Naturally, he couldn't resist sexual temptation. If it were someone else, he probably would have been even more ruthless.

Thinking this, Da Chou forgave himself. He silently reminded himself to be more careful in the future, and not to repeat the same mistake. He asked himself honestly, could he really be careful? He laughed at himself for asking that question.

According to the timeline, Xiaoya would arrive home around noon. Da Chou returned home, turned on the TV, and waited for Xiaoya's call.

While watching the local news, a report caught his attention: "A bus traveling from Harbin to Yilan suddenly veered off the road and plunged into a ravine in Fangzheng County. Of the 39 people on board, 30 have been confirmed dead by the time the report was filed, and the rest are being treated in a nearby hospital."

Da Chou hadn't paid much attention at first, but when the license plate number was mentioned, he jumped up from the sofa and shouted, "Xiaoya!"

Yes, the license plate number on TV was the bus Xiaoya was on. Da Chou felt a sharp pain in his chest, a tremendous pain, as if he had been struck by a sledgehammer. Tears welled up in his eyes.

He rushed forward and turned the TV volume up. The television broadcast announced that all family members of passengers on this bus who were in Harbin should proceed to the reception hall at Harbin Station immediately, as a list of the deceased would be delivered shortly.

Upon hearing this, Da Chou wiped away his tears, quickly dressed, and rushed to Harbin Station—his last hope. This time, he took a taxi, telling the driver, "Hurry, hurry. I'll pay whatever it takes."

He silently prayed: "Xiao Ya, please don't let anything happen to you. God protect you, may good people live peaceful lives, please be safe, I don't want to lose you."

He arrived at the reception hall as quickly as possible. The hall was already crowded, the atmosphere more unbearable than a crematorium. Everyone looked similar: some wept silently, others wailed uncontrollably, some were being supported and couldn't walk, others had stern expressions and were constantly smoking, and some had their hands on their chests with their eyes closed, as if in prayer. Only a few people wore expressions of joy and relief.

They knew without asking that the list had been delivered. The elderly comrade in charge of reception sat in a chair, sipping tea with a serious expression. A list lay on the table in front of him. Da Chou watched from afar, wanting to approach but hesitant. After several moments of hesitation, he closed his eyes, mustered his courage, and finally shuffled forward.

The old comrade didn't say much, but pushed a list towards him. Da Chou looked at each name with trepidation; it was a death list, and he seemed to see it stained with blood. He patiently read to the end, and his heart calmed slightly; Xiao Ya's name wasn't on it.

He wasn't reassured and checked twice more, but the result was the same. So he said, "Thank goodness, she's not on it."

The old comrade glanced at him and said to Da Chou, "Then she must be on this one. This is the list of the injured."

Da Chou took it and looked at it carefully, several more times, but still no one. Da Chou shook his head and said, "Why isn't she on it?"

The old comrade said, "No way, then she wasn't on this bus."

Da Chou said confidently, "She was on it. I saw her get on with my own eyes."

The old comrade stood up and said, "Then I'll check for you."

Da Chou said, "Uncle, I forgot to ask you, how do you know the passengers' names so quickly?"

The old comrade led Da Chou into another room and replied, "Young man, you don't know this, we have our own clever methods. There are surveillance cameras at the ticket window, and we have a new rule here that everyone who buys a ticket must say their name. When we sell tickets, we print the name on the ticket. If there's an accident, we can quickly find out their names based on the ticket and the video footage."

As he spoke, he started playing the video footage of the ticket buyers, and sure enough, Xiao Ya was there. She looked a little melancholy; she had bought ticket number sixteen.

Da Chou pointed at Xiao Ya and said, "That's her, the person I'm looking for. Her name is Lin Xiao Ya."

The old man said, "Come with me." At the ticket office, they checked the ticket holder's name and found Lin Xiao Ya.

The old man said, "We received all the other tickets, but not number sixteen. Could it be that she didn't board the train?"

Da Chou looked distressed and shouted, "No way! She boarded the train! I saw her board with my own eyes!"

The old man patted Da Chou's shoulder and comforted him, "Young man, don't get agitated. We'll definitely help you find her. Hopefully, she's alright."

Da Chou's eyes reddened, and he wanted to cry again, but he held back.

The old comrade thought for a moment and said, "Here's what we'll do. Leave your name and phone number, and we'll notify you immediately if we have any news. Anyway, they're rescuing the wounded over there. If anyone can speak, we'll help you investigate. Don't worry too much, everything will be alright."

Da Chou left his phone number, nodded to the old comrade, and instructed, "Hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

The old comrade held Da Chou's hand and persuaded him many times before finally getting him to leave. Da Chou walked out of the gate, dejected, and onto the square.

He didn't know when, but it suddenly started to rain. The boundless rain curtain, densely woven diagonally, was like a large sack, enveloping the entire city in its embrace. Da Chou wandered aimlessly and forlornly in its embrace, the icy rain soaking him to the bone. Rainwater streamed down his neck and face.

Da Chou felt nothing and continued walking; he felt that being drenched in the rain would make him feel a little better.

Everyone else was either in a car or using an umbrella; only he, like a lone ranger, stood out from the crowd.

Some people smiled mockingly, and some even went so far as to say: a couple approached from the opposite direction, both under an umbrella. Upon seeing Da Chou, the man's lips twitched, but he remained silent. The woman, a girl with several freckles on her face, stopped and couldn't help but burst into laughter, saying, "Where did this madman come from, looking like a drenched monkey?"

Da Chou overheard this, turned around, swallowed a mouthful of rainwater, and cursed, "Do you talk like that to your father? You little slut, you need to be fucked!" After cursing, he continued walking.

The girl exclaimed, "He dares to curse me? I...I..."

Her boyfriend said, "I'll go beat him up."

The girl grabbed him and said, "Forget it, what's the point of talking to a madman? If you have that strength, go use it in bed."

Her boyfriend immediately chimed in, "Okay, hurry up and go, aren't you just asking for it?"

The girl swung her fist at him, but let out a series of lewd laughs.

In the pouring rain, people walked towards their respective destinies. Some head towards joy, some towards pain, and some towards something unknown.

(30) Celebration

Author: aqqwso

Da Chou returned home, calmed down, changed his wet clothes, and lay alone on the sofa. He didn't know how long he lay there until his stomach growled, and he realized he hadn't eaten lunch.

Da Chou went downstairs and bought some dishes and steamed buns at a restaurant. Looking at the sky, it was almost dark. He went back upstairs, put the food on the table, and, thinking of Xiao Ya's uncertain fate, couldn't eat. At this moment, he really wanted to find someone to talk to.

He was like a statue, motionless. He was waiting, waiting for someone to talk to him. He knew that Xiao Cong would be back soon, and perhaps she could make him feel better.

When it got dark, Xiao Cong returned. The girl entered the door and was shocked to see Da Chou's dejected appearance. She knew something must have happened, but of course, she knew nothing at school. She let her imagination run wild; perhaps Da Chou had lost his job and been fired; or maybe he'd been robbed while out on the street; or perhaps he'd broken up with his girlfriend. The latter was unlikely; they'd seemed perfectly normal that morning, and besides, they'd acted like husband and wife the night before.

Xiao Cong came in, and Da Chou forced a smile, saying, "You've come at the right time. I bought some groceries; come eat with me. It's still hot."

Xiao Cong sat down opposite him but didn't pick up her chopsticks, staring at Da Chou with concern, asking, "Brother Niu, what happened? Tell me."

Da Chou deliberately put on a carefree smile, saying, "Nothing's wrong, don't overthink it, let's eat."

He really didn't want her to suffer this worry; he'd bear whatever problems he had to deal with himself. His earlier thought of confiding in her suddenly vanished.

Xiao Cong remained silent, staring intently at him.

Da Chou said, "Eat quickly, don't worry about it."

Xiao Cong said, "I can't eat unless you tell me what's on your mind."

Da Chou sighed a few times, hesitated for a long time, and then told her about the car accident. Xiao Cong's face changed upon hearing this, and she was speechless.

Da Chou handed her chopsticks, a smile on her face, and comforted her, "Alright, don't make yourself suffer. Worrying won't help. Let's eat, we'll talk after we finish eating."

Xiao Cong took the chopsticks and ate with Da Chou. Da Chou was very polite and caring, frequently putting food on Xiao Cong's plate. Xiao Cong didn't say a word, eating silently, her face looking very unwell.

After the meal, Xiao Cong said, "Quickly call the station and see if there's any news."

Da Chou stared at the phone buttons, wanting to press them but hesitant.

Xiao Cong said, "What's the use of being afraid? What's meant to happen will happen." Da Chou

glanced at her, thinking to herself, "This girl is stronger and more decisive than me."

Da Chou steeled himself and was about to dial when his phone suddenly rang. Startled, he nearly dropped it. He steadied himself and carefully answered. It was the station calling. Da Chou's heart leaped into his throat again; it felt like it would jump out of his chest.

The station informed him that good news had come from Fangzheng: one of the wounded soldiers was now able to speak. According to him, a pretty young woman had gotten off the train halfway there because of a stomachache she couldn't bear and needed to go to the hospital. She told the driver not to wait for her and to just keep going.

Da Chou hung up, his heart finally settling back into his stomach. A joyful smile spread across his face, and he couldn't help but jump up. Xiao Cong also stood up, smiling.

In his excitement, Da Chou grabbed Xiao Cong's hand and shook it violently.

Xiao Cong protested, "Brother Niu, you're hurting me!"

Da Chou calmed down a bit and quickly let go. He saw that Xiao Cong's face was red, filled with shyness and embarrassment, her eyes timid, avoiding his gaze.

Da Chou felt embarrassed. He rubbed his hands together and said, "Sorry, sorry, I was a bit out of line." Then, trying to make light of the situation, he said, "Sit down and rest, I'll pick up the dishes."

Xiao Cong said, "Let me do it. You rest; you've been worried all day. Now you can relax."

Although Da Chou relaxed, he still had questions in his mind. Xiao Ya got off the bus. Where did she get off? Where is she now? Is her stomach still hurting? Thinking of this, he felt it necessary to call Xiao Ya's house to see if she had gone home. Maybe she was seeing a doctor where she got off, or maybe she felt a little better and took another bus home.

With that in mind, he dialed Xiao Ya's house number, concentrating intently, waiting for the unknown result. But the phone rang for a long time without anyone answering, so no one was home. Da Chou put down the phone, his mind wandering again.

After picking up the bowls, Xiao Cong advised, "Brother Niu, since Xiao Ya is alright, don't worry about it. You should trust Xiao Ya; she's smart and self-respecting. You don't need to fret."

Da Chou smiled and said, "You're right. I'm just worried about her illness, afraid she'll suffer."

Just then, his phone rang again. Da Chou glanced at the caller ID and was overjoyed; the number was Xiao Ya's. He answered excitedly, "Hello, is this Xiao Ya?"

"Honey, it's me."

"Is it really you?" Da Chou's hand trembled slightly.

"Besides me, do other women call you?"

"Your husband is pitiful; no other woman pays attention to me except you," Da Chou said casually.

"I've always wanted to ask you, have you been unfaithful while I'm away?" Xiao Ya's tone was tinged with jealousy.

"Just by looking at my face, anyone with a brain can tell whether I'm unfaithful or not," Da Chou teased.

"Looks like I don't have a brain," Xiao Ya giggled, her laughter crisp and sweet.

Da Chou got to the point: "Why did it take you so long to call? I was so worried."

"Don't even mention it, it's all your fault, you made my stomach hurt. When the bus got to Bin County, the pain was so bad I couldn't straighten up, so I had to get off. What a waste of the ticket!"

Da Chou said, "The ticket is a small matter, the money is a small matter, but what happened next?"

Xiao Ya replied, "After I got off the bus, I couldn't find a hospital, but I did find a clinic. I got an IV drip, rested for a while, and felt better before taking the bus home. This time it was a huge loss, the doctor's visit and buying a new ticket cost over two hundred yuan."

Judging from her tone, Da Chou seemed unaware of the accident. It was better that way, to avoid any misunderstandings. I didn't need to tell her. He then asked, "Are you home yet?"

“Yes, after I got home, I went to my brother’s house to see Mom first. I was afraid you’d worry, so I went home to find the phone,”

Da Chou said. “I’m so glad you’re safe. Thank goodness, all my worries are gone.”

Xiao Ya sensed something was off about him and asked, “What are you saying? I don’t quite understand.”

Da Chou quickly changed the subject: “How’s your mother? Is she feeling better?”

“Mom is much better. She was discharged from the hospital today. She’s staying at my brother’s house, and they’re taking care of her. She’s still asking about you, asking how you’re doing in Harbin, and saying if you’re not doing well, come back.”

Hearing this, Da Chou felt a wave of warmth. He had lost his mother’s love for a long time and longed for the care of someone of his mother’s generation. He had always felt that Xiao Ya’s mother was like his own mother. Da Chou choked up a little. He paused for a moment before saying, "I miss your mother too. Please give her my regards. Buy her some good food for me. I'll pay for it."

Xiao Ya laughed and said, "It's only right that you pay. You're her son-in-law. You think I'll pay for everything? No way."

Da Chou said, "Take care of yourself and spend more time with your mother."

Xiao Ya readily agreed.

Da Chou asked, "When are you coming back?"

Xiao Ya replied, "I don't know, I want to spend a few more days with Mom."

Da Chou instructed, "Call me if anything happens. And call again when you come back so I can pick you up."

Xiao Ya laughed and said, "Of course I'll call you if anything happens, since you're my husband. As for going back, of course I can't call, I have to go back quietly."

Da Chou asked loudly, "Why is that?"

Xiao Ya laughed again and said, "You silly goose, don't you understand? I'm going to do a surprise visit and check up on you. See if you've done anything wrong to me."

Da Chou glanced to the side; Xiao Cong was gone. He didn't know when she had disappeared. This girl is really sensible, Da Chou thought to himself.

Da Chou also returned Xiao Ya's joke, solemnly declaring, "Wife, I am absolutely loyal to you, I will absolutely remain chaste."

Xiao Ya laughed and scolded, "Stop being so conceited, you're not a woman, what kind of jade are you?" As she spoke, she laughed happily.

The laughter was like sunlight shining on Da Chou, filling him with happiness. All his worries vanished, and he returned to his usual cheerful self. How perfect it would be to live in such a state!

The two chatted for a while longer before concluding their meaningful exchange. Da Chou was in an exceptionally good mood, even happier than a child celebrating the New Year.

He danced around in the living room, contemplating how to express his joy. Unable to decide yet, he decided to go for a walk. It was only a little past eight o'clock; he figured he'd find a way around.

He knocked on Xiao Cong's door and said, "Xiao Cong, I'm going for a walk. Want to come with me?"

Xiao Cong opened the door and politely replied, "Brother Niu, I'm not going out. I need to review my lessons."

Her voice was soft and beautiful, her eyes deep and mysterious, with a hint of a smile.

Da Chou felt this was also a kind of beauty, a beauty tinged with mystery.

Da Chou said with concern, "If you're tired of reading, you can watch TV. If you're really tired, go to bed early."

Xiao Cong nodded and said, "Don't come back too late either, you have to go to work tomorrow."

Da Chou smiled and said, "Okay, I'll be back in a bit."

Da Chou knew, of course, that Xiao Cong's words meant no harm, just a polite gesture, and there was no need to overthink it. However, it was still a sign of concern, and Da Chou felt very comfortable. Who says it's not a good thing to have someone care about you?

Da Chou felt lighter, and as he went downstairs, he felt as if he could spread his wings and fly. He discovered once again that there are still many beautiful things in life. Even if there are great storms, as long as you think about the bright side of life, all worries and sorrows will disappear.

Da Chou walked along the road, skipping forward like a child. He felt as if he had returned to his childhood, following his father up the mountain or to school. That was many years ago; his father had been an underground worker for a long time.

Da Chou wandered aimlessly eastward along the main road, getting closer and closer to Xiao Ju's snack shop. He figured she probably hadn't left yet; maybe he could meet up with her. He hadn't been to her shop for several days; he wondered how she was doing and how business was going. The thought of meeting up stirred a sexual desire within Da Chou, and his penis began to stir, as if seeking a cave to display its power.

When he saw her door, he was delighted. The light was on, and he could faintly smell the aroma of food and wine. Sure enough, the door wasn't closed; there were customers.

Da Chou stared at the door, waiting for it to open, but when he was less than ten meters away, his phone rang.

Da Chou answered the phone; it was Qian Hui calling. "Darling, where are you? Hui Hui misses you so much. It's been so long, and you haven't come to see me."

Da Chou stopped and laughed, "I miss you too, but how dare I see you? If I go to your workplace, people will gossip; if I go to your house, I'm afraid your husband will. Actually, I miss our son too."

Qian Hui chuckled, "You haven't given birth yet, how do you know it's a son? I'd rather it be a daughter."

Da Chou asked, "Is your belly very big?"

Qian Hui said, "It's only been a few days, it hasn't swelled up yet. Tell me quickly, where are you? I want to see you."

Da Chou said, "I'm just wandering around the streets. What about you? Where are you? I want to see you too. You're not masturbating in bed, are you?"

Qian Hui angrily said, "Get lost!" "Nonsense. I'm at the entrance of Afanti's Barbecue Shop, the one next to your clothing market. Come see me quickly, and be quick."

Da Chou muttered, "Why are you so strict? Do you still think of yourself as my section chief? I'm not your subordinate anymore."

Qian Hui shouted, "Niu Da Chou, hurry up! If you don't come, I'm not leaving today and will stand on the road all night."

Da Chou asked softly, "Hui Hui, what's wrong? Why are you so agitated?"

Qian Hui paused before saying resentfully, "Who told you not to come see me? You know, I've been missing you terribly."

Da Chou felt terrible, deeply sorry for not visiting her for so long. He said, "Wait, I'll be right there." He hung up the phone, hailed a taxi, and drove towards "Afanti."

When he got out of the car, he saw Qian Hui standing under a tree outside the door. The orange light of the streetlamp shone on her, making her look exceptionally beautiful. A long black dress hugged her full, shapely figure perfectly; her beautiful face, even in the light and shadow, remained noble, elegant, and with a touch of arrogance.

Da Chou walked towards her, and as he approached, Qian Hui whispered, "Don't stand with me. You go first in a car to my house. I'll be there soon."

Da Chou obeyed, getting into a car first, knowing that Qian Hui was very careful. Someone with her background would be in big trouble if her affair were discovered. To be on the safe side, Da Chou didn't even look back after getting in the car; he knew Qian Hui would definitely follow.

As soon as they arrived at Qian Hui's house, they immediately began kissing passionately. Da Chou stuck out his tongue, and Qian Hui took it in her mouth, kissing him vigorously, even more passionately than him, like a fierce little leopard trying to overpower him.

Da Chou reminded her, "Baby, be careful of the baby."

Only then did Qian Hui slow down.

A moment later, Da Chou released Qian Hui and asked, "Have you been drinking?"

Qian Hui said, "Yes, the company gave out bonuses today. The men were playing cards and deciding to treat everyone to dinner. I'm a woman, so I don't need to participate; I just need to go along. I don't want to take advantage of this, but they insisted on dragging me along, saying that if I didn't go, I wouldn't give them face. I had no choice; we're colleagues, so I had to give them some face."

Qian Hui's face was flushed, and her eyes were watery as she looked at Da Chou. Da

Chou glanced around the room and asked again, "Isn't your husband home?"

Qian Hui said, "If he were home, we could play a threesome." A flirtatious smile appeared on her face.

Da Chou pointed at her and laughed, "I don't believe your husband is that generous."

Qian Hui smiled seductively at Da Chou and changed the subject. She lifted her skirt with both hands and asked him, "Guess what color underwear I'm wearing today?"

Da Chou stared at her crotch and pondered, "Is it black too?"

Qian Hui shook her head.

"Then is it white?"

Qian Hui shook her head again.

"So it's green?"

Qianhui retorted, "You're the one who's green."

Da Chou thought for a moment, then suddenly laughed, "I know, you must be naked."

Qianhui glared at him and mocked, "You can't guess anyway. Just look for yourself." Saying that, she lifted her skirt.

Da Chou's gaze traveled up her pink thighs, and when he reached his target, he laughed and said, "You're clearly not wearing anything."

Qianhui emphasized, "Let me look closer."

Da Chou observed carefully, and indeed, she was wearing something. However, it was flesh-colored and almost transparent; if one wasn't careful, one would really think she wasn't wearing anything.

Da Chou looked at that tuft of dark downy hair and reached out to touch it. Qianhui took the opportunity to lean in, hooking her arms around his neck and sticking out her small, fragrant tongue. Da Chou cooperated, sticking his tongue against hers; their tongues began to fight again, making sounds from time to time.

Da Chou's other hand was making various movements on Qianhui's mound. Soon, warm, slippery fluid welled up in Qianhui's eyes, and Da Chou's other hand joined in, enjoying the pleasure on her back and buttocks.

Da Chou's advances aroused Qianhui; her breathing quickened, and her delicate body could no longer remain calm, tossing and turning like a small boat on a wave.

A moment later, Da Chou moved his hand to her breasts, teasing them wantonly with a variety of movements. Sometimes he rubbed them, like kneading dough; sometimes he pressed them, flattening them; sometimes he grasped them, pinching them gently; sometimes he pinched her nipples, lifting them tenderly; sometimes he used his thumb to frequently flick her nipples, making them erect as quickly as possible.

Qianhui couldn't take it anymore. Her eyes glazed over, and she hummed a lustful tune. She suddenly pushed him away, pleading, "Darling...I want your big cock...I want...you to fuck me..."

Her alluring face and coquettish voice made Da Chou feel weak in the knees.

He picked Qianhui up and placed her on the sofa, lifted her skirt, and pulled off her panties. He took off his own pants, unleashed his penis, knelt on the carpet, grasped her legs, and thrust forward. Without using his hands, both of them thrust simultaneously, his large penis plunging into her wet vagina, the head all the way in.

Qianhui cried out, "Darling...Huihui feels so good...your big cock is amazing..."

Amidst her lewd moans, Da Chou exerted all his strength, each thrust deep and powerful, each one hitting Qianhui's most sensitive spot, bringing her unparalleled pleasure, and making him feel indescribably good too.

Qianhui's two red lips tightly enveloped Da Chou's penis, the glans occasionally wet with her own juices. Da Chou breathed heavily, savoring the sensation of the beautiful woman's wet cunt. He thrust his penis in forcefully, like a pile driver, but he didn't go fast, considering she was pregnant, he was afraid that going too fast would be harmful to the fetus.

Even so, Qianhui was still happy, writhing and moaning incessantly: "Darling...you're so amazing...Qianhui loves you so much...I'll love you for the rest of my life...you make me so happy...fuck faster..."

Under the temptation of desire, Da Chou didn't care about anything else. He went all out, thrusting like lightning. His large penis went in and out, her little red lips opened and closed, her juices flowing silently down, wetting both of their genitals, flowing onto the sofa, and dripping onto the floor.

Besides Qianhui's moans, there were other sounds mixed in with Da Chou's movements.

"Slap, slap, slap...splatter splatter..." This all formed a primal symphony as a couple reveled in the pleasure of making love, forgetting all the troubles of the world.

Da Chou, with a burst of energy, pushed Qian Hui to her climax. When that most wonderful moment arrived, Qian Hui stretched out her arms, tightly hugging Da Chou's neck, and cried out, "It's so wonderful...darling...you're so good...your cock is so good..." Afterwards, she leaned weakly back on the sofa, her beautiful eyes half-closed, her lips moving as if savoring the moment. Da

Chou looked at her wanton appearance with great pride. He pulled out his wet penis, grinning wickedly, and said, "Baby, you've had your fun, but I'm not done yet. Come on, use your little mouth to reward my big cock."

Qian Hui gave him a flirtatious look and immediately stood up.

Da Chou sat on the sofa, legs spread, and said, "Take off your skirt, I want to see your naked ass."

Qian Hui obediently stripped naked, then knelt down, grasped his penis, and took the glans into her mouth.

Qianhui's skin was very white, truly snow-white. While enjoying the delicious taste of her mouth, Da Chou's hands wandered over her body. Her skin was smooth as porcelain, so perfect, without even a mole. Da Chou was particularly fond of her trembling breasts, so big, so firm, so elastic, the two nipples erect excitedly, more adorable than cherries.

Da Chou happily worked on her breasts, and seeing the alluring luster of her cleavage, Qianhui shifted her body to the side, so that Da Chou could easily reach out and touch her buttocks.

Da Chou grabbed her plump buttocks, feeling the fleshiness there, and then slipped into her cleavage, sometimes poking her vagina, sometimes rubbing her clitoris.

Suddenly, Qianhui let out a soft cry, spat out his penis, and laughed and scolded, "You're so annoying." It turned out that Da Chou had inserted a finger into her anus.

Da Chou laughed, "Keep working, don't stop."

Qian Hui started licking his glans again, her tongue swirling around the urethral opening. Da Chou stood up, holding Qian Hui's head in his hands, panting heavily as he thrust his penis forward, like penetrating a vagina.

The sensation, though not penetrating, was still wonderfully pleasurable from the warmth and moisture in her mouth.

Da Chou thrust dozens of times, ejaculating all his semen into her mouth. At Da Chou's request, Qian Hui ate it all, licking his penis clean, leaving it rosy and adorable.

Afterwards, Da Chou carried Qian Hui into the bedroom, and the two cuddled in bed. Da Chou thought he could finally get some peace and quiet, but soon Qian Hui wanted it again.

Da Chou had no choice but to thrust again, relentlessly taming the beauty until she obeyed.

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