That night, my stepmother and I both reached climax.

For the first time ,
only he and she remained in the room. A young man and a young woman. But the man was the woman's stepson, and the
woman was the man's stepmother.

Absolute happiness, boundless intimacy—this was their first and last time together in this lifetime. That night, they embraced naked, their passion
reaching its peak, as if they were destined to love for a lifetime… He had always believed that a person's sorrow and joy were ultimately determined by themselves. And for him, all his sorrow
probably stemmed from his own cowardice. For example, if a man goes to a bar for the first time, drinks, and flirts with a woman, it
's almost a sign of growing up; he will definitely remember the name of that bar.

Yet, despite countless attempts to unravel the events of that night, he couldn't recall the name of the bar; all he could see were the flickering figures amidst the bright lights and revelry.

In the summer of 1999, on his 22nd birthday, he had a long talk with his father. The only sentence he remembered was, "Dad, find someone to keep you company."
His mother had passed away long ago, and he had witnessed his father's suffering and loneliness over the years. He knew his father was waiting for him to say those words; his loving father hoped
his son would agree to his remarriage. But the young man, with his youthful impetuosity, refused to utter those words until he was 22, saw the gray hair on his father's head, and finally understood
his own selfishness and cruelty.

Tears welled in his father's eyes: "My good son, you've grown up." That night, he and a group of friends excitedly rushed into a bar. It was his
first time in a bar, a mix of novelty and nervousness. After downing a bottle of beer, he managed to shake off his awkwardness, his gaze beginning to wander. His eyes
were gradually drawn to a figure dancing on the dance floor.

It was a young woman, dancing the Latin dance as if no one else was around. Her body was as supple as a snake, the silver bells on her feet
jingling crisply with each movement, a seductive charm tinged with allure. He felt as if each bell's sound was striking his heart, causing the door to his heart, closed for 22 years, to suddenly burst open… Her
gaze finally met his. In that instant, she smiled sweetly.

He sat there, lost in thought. He wanted to go onto the dance floor, ask her name, and get her phone number. But he was afraid of being too forward, even more afraid of being rejected by her and
laughed at by his friends. Lost in thought, he suddenly realized the dance floor was empty, and a sense of loss washed over him.

He thought, "Tomorrow." That night, in his dream, there was a girl dancing the Latin dance tirelessly.

The girl didn't appear on the second or third day. His heart was filled with sorrow. For the first time, he understood that sometimes, a moment's hesitation in life
can lead to a permanent loss.

But he never expected that he and she would meet again six months later.

His father had finally remarried, and his joy over the phone was palpable, like a withered tree finding new life. "She's a good woman; you'll see her when you come home for Chinese New Year." School
had let out for winter break, and he lingered for a few days before deciding to go home. A woman who looked to be only 25 or 26 opened the door for him. Her black hair was styled high, revealing her slender neck;
her eyes were like spring water, and her skin was as white as jade. One glance, and he was overjoyed: it was her, the woman who danced Latin, the woman who always haunted his dreams. But why was she in
his home, getting ready for the day?

His father's voice rang out behind the woman: "This is your Aunt Jing." Aunt Jing?! He felt a sudden shock in his heart.

He refused to call her Aunt Jing. He couldn't understand why his father would marry such a young woman, and even more so, he couldn't understand why such a youthful and charming woman
would willingly marry his father, who was already in his fifties. These questions formed a knot he couldn't untie, and he couldn't ask anyone for answers.

She deliberately tried to please him, like all stepmothers try to please their stepsons. She silently washed and ironed his clothes.
The dishes on the table each day were all his preferences, presumably the result of careful inquiries with his father. But he ate very little. He noticed the disappointment in her eyes and felt sorry for her, yet he simply couldn't
swallow. Without the right mood, how could he have an appetite?

Every morning, she would gently knock on the door and quietly place a glass of milk on his bedside table. At night, when he was working late at the computer, she would
ask softly, "How about I make you some midnight snack?" From then on, he developed the habit of staying up late and waking up late. Staying up late for that midnight snack, waking up late for that steaming glass
of milk. When she came in, he could breathe in her air, always carrying a faint scent of lilies.

His gaze often followed her retreating figure, from the living room to the kitchen, and from the kitchen to the study. When their eyes met, he would hurriedly look away.

His gaze. In his panic, her gaze also became flustered.

After graduation, he joined his father's company. His father was very satisfied with his life; his wife was young, beautiful, and gentle, and his son was handsome, capable, and ambitious. The only
thing he couldn't understand was why his son never dated. So many pretty girls in the company were vying to flirt with him, but he ignored them all, going straight home after work,
unusually quiet for a young man.

"Weiran should start dating," the father said to his young wife at the dinner table. She smiled and agreed, "Yes, have you been pursued by too many people and are you overwhelmed by the choices
?" His heart skipped a beat, and he looked up from his rice bowl, only to meet her gaze. In his panic, he picked up the soup ladle but knocked over the soup bowl, leaving the table in a mess.

That evening, when she came in to pour him tea, she asked him what kind of girl he was looking for. His eyes were glued to the computer screen, but he replied, "I want a
girl who can dance Latin. I only saw her once, but I can't get her out of my mind." Her body trembled slightly in shock. He turned abruptly and hugged her tightly. She nestled in
his arms, and he felt tears soaking his chest. The next moment, she had retreated to the door, her voice trembling as she said, "I have a distant cousin, she's quite nice . Let me
introduce her to you." Her distant cousin, Mina, became his girlfriend.

Mina is indeed a great girl. Not only is she beautiful, but she also dresses in a very trendy way. She is passionate and a bit carefree.

Once she took a liking to him, she began to act as his girlfriend, frequently appearing in his living room. As a boyfriend, he seemed somewhat aloof and unromantic
, but Mina wasn't a particularly sensitive girl and never criticized his behavior; the two continued their relationship in this way.

Because of Mina's involvement, he felt his life had suddenly become much easier. He could sit down next to her without her noticing, watching TV and listening to music.
When she was alone in the kitchen, he had many excuses to come and go—to get water, wash fruit, and boldly gaze at her profile. When she turned around, his
gaze didn't waver. He was no longer afraid of other people's stares; he looked at her, so what? Living under the same roof, how could they not brush past each other
sometimes? Besides, he had a girlfriend. His girlfriend, beautiful and sexy, was sitting in his living room right now! Only he knew that his approach
to her was an uncontrollable urge for a man to get close to the woman he liked.

She knew it too. Her face would involuntarily flush. When he moved in and out of the cramped kitchen, and their bodies inevitably touched
, they could feel each other trembling with an uncontrollable joy, even though that joy was tinged with more despair.

His father went on a business trip. Before leaving, he said to him, "While I'm gone for a couple of days, call Mina over to keep you company, or maybe keep your Aunt Jing company." He
pondered his father's words. Why did he want Mina to come and keep him company? He didn't need Mina by his side.

For the first time, only he and she remained in the room. A young man and a young woman. But the man was the woman's stepson, and the
woman was the man's stepmother.

She went to her room early and remained as silent as a cat all night. He tossed and turned in bed until dawn, unable to fall asleep.
A girl danced Latin in his mind's eye, the silver bells on her feet making a crisp, tinkling sound that struck his heart with each beat. His breathing quickened; he felt
like he was about to explode.

He stood before her door, his hand raised and then limply lowered. He rushed into the bathroom and soaked himself with cold water. But
when he emerged naked from the bathroom, he froze. She was wearing a very thin nightgown, sleepily coming out of the room, her curves fully revealed before him.

At that moment, all he could see was her and her radiant smile. He enveloped her petite frame with his towering presence, kissing her greedily and wildly.
After the initial shock, she began to respond to him passionately.

They embraced and rolled onto the floor. Her lips trembled, leaving wet kisses on every inch of his skin. As his body pressed down, their bodies becoming one
, their tears flowed together… 100% happiness, 100% intimacy, this was their first and
last time together in this life. That night, they embraced naked, their love intense and passionate, as if they were going to make love for a lifetime. As dawn broke, she rose and dressed, piece by piece, with
extremely slow movements. He embraced her from behind: “I don’t want you to leave.” She turned and smiled, “Don’t talk nonsense. One night is enough for me…”

"I will be very happy afterward. He treats me very well and loves me very much..." The door was quietly closed. His face felt cool, and when he touched it, it was covered in tears.

When her father returned, he was delighted to see Mina. He said, "Want to go abroad? How about I send you both to France?" Mina jumped up and cheered, "Great!
Great! Long live Uncle!" On the plane, Mina suddenly asked, "Did you ever love me?" He looked at her, and she smiled, saying, "A tool, wasn't it? I am your
tool, and you are mine. Going to France is my goal; once we're there, you can break up with me immediately." Even Mina saw through him;
how could her father be completely oblivious?

He recalled that passionate night. A slight pang of sadness welled up in his heart. Life is so unpredictable. He had once had so many extravagant hopes for love, but in the end,
one night became a lifetime.

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