Green in the past continuous tense (15-17)

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15. At the hospital, outside the emergency room, I emerged from Chen's tears, standing in the corridor, watching Chen, whose tear was slowly drying. The doctor came out and shook his head at Chen's father. In the freezer, my body lay quietly on a cement bed, covered with a thin white sheet. I clung to the staff's clothes, crying and pleading, "My father isn't dead, my father won't die, you can't leave my father here!" Chen stood by the bed, staring blankly at my face, while Chen's mother gently patted her shoulder from behind. The next morning, my parents and sister arrived. My mother entered and saw my body, collapsing to the floor. My father stood beside my body, silently holding my hand, his eyes red, his body trembling. Chen's father whispered a few words to my father, asking my family to go with his family to a hotel near the hospital, and said some words of condolence. In the afternoon, Chen returned to the morgue alone. Separated from the freezer by a wall was a resting room for relatives to stay briefly; it was empty except for a row of chairs along one side of the wall. Chen stood on the other side, staring blankly through the window at the direction of my body in the freezer, remaining there until evening. Jing called, saying that Grandpa had asked her to call Chen back for dinner. Chen said she wasn't hungry and asked Jing to eat with Grandpa and Grandma first. Around 8 PM, Feng arrived at the morgue, reeking of alcohol. He went up to Chen, put his arm around her, and laughed, saying, "Tangtang, you really know how to dodge." Chen didn't move, letting Feng hug and touch her. Feng followed Chen's gaze and looked at me through the window, saying, "What's so good-looking about Tang Tang with that deadpan face? Aren't I much more handsome than him?" Feng continued, "This deadbeat ruined everything good last night, but it's not bad to have his corpse watch us do it today, right, Tang Tang? Don't keep that long face, it's such a downer, Tang Tang. It's better he died sooner rather than later. Ah, don't be a downer, I specially took some medicine for you, feel it, it's very hard." As he spoke, Feng took off his pants, revealing his penis, which was very hard. Feng then pulled down Chen's pants. Chen held them down and said softly, "Shall we do it in a hotel?" "No, it's no fun without your dead husband here." Chen turned to look at Feng, who felt uneasy under her gaze and asked, "Tang Tang, what's wrong with you? Come on, smile. Even though he's dead, I'm still here, right? Be a good girl, I'll take good care of you and your daughter from now on." Chen suddenly smiled. Under the fluorescent light, although Chen's face was sallow and her lips were cracked, it was the first time I had ever seen Chen smile so charmingly. Feng was also taken aback, staring blankly at Chen, and said, "Baby, do you know how beautiful you are!" Chen stroked Feng's chest and said, "Can I go take a shower first? I haven't showered for two days." "No, it's better if you haven't showered. That way, Tang Tang's femininity will be even stronger, right?" Feng stared at Chen and said again, "You're not thinking of running away, Tang Tang, are you?" "Why would I run away?" Chen smiled again, straightened her face, and said, "Feng, I've been thinking about this all day, and I've figured it out. When my husband was alive, I always felt guilty for doing those things behind his back, but now that he's alive..." "If I die, then I won't feel guilty about doing it with you again, right?" "That's right, Tang Tang! Come on, lean against the window and take off your pants!" "No," Chen said, still holding down her pants, looking at Feng and speaking softly, "I'll serve you tonight, okay? Since I've decided to be your woman, I'll fulfill my duties as a woman. From now on, I'll serve you wholeheartedly. Hmm, do you have a blanket in your car? I want to lay it on the floor and serve you there." "No need to trouble yourself, Tang Tang. Just lean against the window and stick your butt out." "Please listen to me, okay?" Chen's voice was even softer as she stroked Feng's neck. Feng thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll ask Lao Ma to get it from the car." "I'll go with Lao Ma. Hmm, I've been in this room all day. I want to go out for some fresh air, okay?" Chen took the blanket and returned to the rest room, closing the door behind her. By the window, Chen first put her coat aside, carefully placed it down, and then laid out the blanket. Chen knelt on the blanket, her back to the window, pressed against the wall. Feng stood before her, naked from the waist down, his penis erect, staring through the window at my corpse in the freezer. Chen took Feng's glans into her mouth, gently sucking, occasionally sticking out her little tongue to lick the base, sometimes taking a deep sip that elicited a groan from Feng. Chen's nimble tongue slid down the shaft to the base, taking one of Feng's scrotums into her mouth, sucking lightly a few times, then looking up at Feng with a smile, asking, "Is it good?" Feng groaned and nodded, panting, "Baby, I didn't expect your little mouth to be so amazing, even better than Wen's." "Don't mention other women!" Chen said coquettishly. "Okay, don't mention it, don't mention it, quickly suck on little Tangtang. Ah, it feels so good. Okay, okay, just like that, suck on the other one, right, fuck, it feels so good... Tangtang, do you know, you're licking my cock like this down there, and I'm looking at your dead husband's face, it's fucking so exciting." Chen paused for a moment, then continued to suck with a smile, sucking the penis upwards, taking the glans into her mouth. "What a pity, how could he die? If he could be alive and watching from the side, how wonderful that would be? What a fucking disappointment! Oh, just like that, Tangtang, suck deeper, deeper, fuck, so good!" Feng's thick penis went in and out of Chen's mouth quickly, saliva dripping down Chen's chin. "Tangtang, I can't take it anymore, quick, take off your pants, I want to fuck you!" Feng lay naked on the blanket, Chen straddled Feng's hips, smeared some saliva on her labia, held Feng's penis, smiled at Feng, frowned and slowly sat down. Feng's penis was submerged in Chen's vagina, Chen's labia tightly encircling Feng's shaft. Chen touched her breasts, her eyes half-closed, smiling seductively as she met Feng's gaze, her hips thrusting and twisting, murmuring, "Feng, you know, your penis is so big, so thick, it's going to tear my body apart..." Feng panted as he looked at Chen. "Feng, from now on you have to fuck me every day, okay? From now on my mouth, my vagina, my asshole are all yours."
Feng panted. "Feng, one day you and your men can fuck me together, okay? I want all three holes in my body to be filled by you at the same time."
Chen's vagina gently enveloped Feng's penis, then she leaned down to kiss Feng, taking his nipple into her mouth and gently sucking it. "Coming, coming! Hurry! I'm coming, Tang Tang!!" Feng's buttocks thrust upwards rapidly, and after a powerful thrust, his body trembled a few times before collapsing there. Feng, drenched in sweat, held Chen tightly. Chen nestled against him, gently stroking his chest muscles and kissing his neck, asking seductively, "Feng, is it good?" Feng stared into Chen's eyes, caressing her face, and said, "Tangtang, if only you had been like this back in high school. You know, I haven't felt this good in ages. Hmm, maybe you could teach Jing sometime, so she can serve me like this too, okay?"
"You can't think about other women right now! You belong only to me!" Chen said coquettishly. "Okay, okay, baby, I'll listen to you, I won't mention it." "Feng, let me lick your body." Chen lay on top of Feng, and amidst Feng's panting, her tongue slowly licked down his chest, all the way to his toes. Chen then turned Feng over, sucking on the back of his neck. Feng closed his eyes and groaned. As Chen licked, she looked at Feng's face. Then, Chen's right hand slowly reached under the blanket and coat, pulling out a brick-sized stone. While still sucking on Feng's neck, she slowly raised the stone above her head, leaving Feng's neck with her mouth, and straightened up. Chen straddled Feng, her eyes fixed on the back of his head. "Baby," Feng said with his eyes closed, "Why aren't you kissing me anymore?" Chen slammed the stone down hard. Before Feng could finish speaking, the stone in Chen's hand had already sunk into the back of his head. Feng's voice was stuck in his throat, his neck tightened, and his head trembled, as if he wanted to turn his head but couldn't move. Chen, naked, straddled Feng's back, slowly lifting the stone again, then slamming it down. Then slowly lifting it again. Then slamming it down again. Once. Twice. Three times… Chen's face was expressionless; she simply stretched out her slender, delicate white hands, slowly lifting the stone again and again, slamming it down, over and over, like a person controlled by a machine. Feng's blood splattered onto Chen's face, neck, and breasts, then slowly flowed down, down to her crotch, staining her labia like virgin blood. Feng's body convulsed, convulsed, convulsed incessantly, until finally, he became completely still. When Feng's men came in to check, by the window of the break room, Feng lay naked on the blanket, his head submerged in blood, as if asleep. Chen lay naked on Feng's back, his face covered in blood, staring blankly at Feng's bloodied head. His hand, clutching a stone, slumped to one side, like a beautiful stone sculpture. Night. A group of burly men carried a corpse, shouting as they rushed towards the hospital emergency room. Night. A naked woman was draped in a coat and led away from the morgue like a puppet by several policemen. Night. A girl stood terrified under a sycamore tree, the lunchbox she had brought for her mother falling onto the stone pavement, scattering white rice and green vegetables. Night. The girl, her face contorted with rage, lunged at the woman being shoved into a police car. Night. The girl clung tightly to the woman's leg. Several policemen tried to pull her legs and pry her hands off, but the girl bit one of the policemen's arms hard. Night. The police car sped away, and the girl slumped to the ground, staring blankly in the direction it had gone. A crowd of people surrounded me, whispering and occasionally chuckling, as if watching a movie. I stood at a distance, staring blankly at everything before me. The night was ink mixed with tears, slowly painting the sky and earth black. The rain was the girl's tears, falling. One drop. Two drops. 16. The rain in the small town of Jiangnan beat against the sycamore leaves in late autumn. The rain drowned out Jing's sobs, drowned out the whispers of the audience under the umbrellas, drowned out the distant car horns, making the scene even more desolate and silent. In the middle of the crowd, Jing sat blankly in the rain, head bowed, sobbing. Wen came out from under the umbrella, helped Jing up, and Jing threw herself into Wen's arms, bursting into tears. I turned around, passed through the wall, entered the freezer, and stood before my corpse, looking at my pale face. "What are you waiting for? That man is dead, and she's either dead or incarcerated. Aren't you satisfied? From now on, you and your daughter can live happily together. Isn't that what you want?" A voice in the air said to me. "..." "When you returned to this world, didn't I say that as long as you threw yourself on your corpse, you could come back to life? Didn't you believe me?" "..." "Your situation is just a coincidence. Not everyone's birth and death times can overlap. Not everyone can see the past, and not everyone can be resurrected after death. Aren't you satisfied?" "
..." "What have you been hesitating about all this time? Are you afraid of that man? Afraid to face your woman? What are you afraid of?"
"Who are you?" I looked around, but no one answered me. I walked out of the morgue and into the hospital emergency room. Several portly men who looked like hospital leaders were pacing outside. A middle-aged man came out, shaking his head, and said, "Director Liu, there's really no hope. His head is completely smashed..." "Even if he's hopeless, you still have to try!" the portly man called Director Liu roared. "You're a medical doctor from some damn American university, a brain specialist, and you think you know you're paid more than me?! Are we supporting you just to eat for free?!" The doctor's expression changed. The pot-bellied man suddenly softened his tone: "Xiao Zheng, don't be angry. You know I'm just a rough guy, please forgive me. Ah, try to save him again, even if it's just for show, otherwise I won't be able to explain to my superiors." "But Dr. Liu..." "No buts, Xiao Zheng, you don't know, his old man... sigh, just got another call, I might not be your Dr. Liu tomorrow." "..." "You guys try a little harder, ah, don't give up, even if it's just for show, at least hold on until his family comes and sees with their own eyes, sees that we've tried. Okay, you're not here anymore, go inside." In the emergency room, several doctors and nurses were futilely busy around Feng's body. I stared at Feng's smashed head. "What do you want? Do you want his status? Or do you just want to save your woman? Is it meaningful to live with someone else's face?" the voice said again. "Can someone beaten like this really come back to life? Even if he does, will he just be an idiot?" I murmured. The voice disappeared again. I pounced on Feng's body. I opened my eyes to a quiet, unfamiliar woman before me. Her features bore a resemblance to Chen's. She sat silently by the bed, watching me, lost in thought. A girl who looked like a middle school student sat beside her, her head resting on the woman's lap, her face turned to the side. The nurse beside the medical equipment exclaimed excitedly, "Wow! She's awake! She's awake! I'll go get Dr. Zheng!!" The nurse's footsteps echoed down the corridor. The woman continued to watch me silently, meeting my gaze, seemingly indifferent to my fate. I looked at this unfamiliar woman, and she looked at me, neither speaking. "Mirror..." I opened my mouth, realizing I could still speak, though it wasn't my own voice. The woman didn't move, still watching me silently. "Find a mirror, I need to look in it," I said softly again. The girl held up a mirror. I looked at Feng in the mirror. Feng looked back at me. In the mirror, Feng lay on his side on the hospital bed, his head wrapped like a white dumpling, only his face visible. His lips trembled, and slowly, Feng's eyes welled up with tears, two streams of tears flowing down his cheeks. "How many days have I been unconscious?" I asked the woman. "Five days, Dad," the girl said softly, then paused and added, "Dad, Mom has been here with you for several days..."
"Xiaoyue," the woman interrupted, her voice beautiful; she wasn't mute after all. The woman continued, "Call your grandparents and tell them your dad has woken up." After a while, the doctor surnamed Zheng came in, his face concealing his excitement, his hands trembling as he asked about my condition in a low voice. He also instructed the woman not to let me say too much. After the doctor left, I asked the woman, "Is Brother Qian outside? I need to talk to Brother Qian about something." I had seen that middle-aged man in the car by the square; I remembered his cold expression when he spoke to Dong, and I remembered Feng's men calling him "Brother Qian." I felt he must be a very important figure under Feng. The woman didn't speak. The girl said, "Dad, Uncle Qian is with Grandpa. Grandpa and Grandma are at the hotel; they'll be here soon." Not long after, three men and one woman came in from outside, with the one called "Brother Qian" at the back. The man at the front, a man in his fifties or sixties, with a square face and thick eyebrows, sat upright on a chair beside my bed. He must have served in the military. He stared at me for a long time, his face expressionless. He said coldly, "From now on, behave yourself here and don't cause me any more trouble!" The woman with him, presumably Feng's mother, had tears in her eyes. She gently nudged him and complained, "Why are you saying such things now? Your son almost died this time! Who knows what kind of aftereffects he might suffer?"
Feng's father stood up and said to the man of similar age behind him, "Old Zhou, book the plane tickets. Yes, two, one for you and one for me. We're going back to Beijing tonight." He glanced at "Brother Qian," frowned, and said, "Alright, I'm leaving things here to you." "Brother Qian" nodded. Feng's father continued, "Don't mind my old colleague. His Tang family's daughter beat my son like this; nothing he says will change anything. You talk to Old Zhao again and tell them to sentence him however they deserve, and try to make it as harsh as possible!"
"Brother Qian" nodded again. "You better behave yourself here, don't let him cause any more trouble and disappoint me!" Feng's father said coldly, and without waiting for "Brother Qian" to reply, he turned and left the ward with another man. After the two left, Feng's mother sat on the edge of the bed, wiped the tears from her face, leaned over and gently touched my face with trembling hands, asking, "Does it hurt?" Judging by Feng's age, his mother shouldn't be much younger than my mother. Perhaps due to her appearance and clothing, she didn't look much older than Chen. Looking at her tear-streaked face, I thought that if my mother saw her son come back to life, she would probably cry like this and ask the same question softly. I stared blankly at Feng's mother. Feng's mother looked at me, reached out to wipe the corners of my eyes, and the tears flowed even more fiercely. She murmured, "Why are you crying, son? Why are you crying? You'll get better, ah, you'll get better, don't be afraid, don't cry, don't make me cry anymore..." "Mom," I opened my mouth, finally able to say this word to another woman, and then said, "Can you let me be alone with Brother Qian for a while?" Feng's mother paused for a moment, glanced at "Brother Qian," nodded, wiped her tears, and said, "Little Qian, the doctor said to remember not to let him talk too much." After saying that, she stood up and left the ward with the woman and the girl. "Brother Qian" sat down by my bed and looked at me. "Brother Qian, to tell you the truth," I thought for a moment and said, "I have some amnesia now, I can't remember many people and many things, um, including you, I only remember that you should be someone I trust very much." After saying that, I looked at him, and the man nodded without saying anything. I said, "How's that woman, the woman who hit me?" "At the police station, she's been there for days. Old Chen said she's like she's mute, not saying a word." "Old Ma and the others should have given their statements by now, right?" The man nodded. "Brother Qian, can you help me get that woman exonerated?" The man paused, then didn't speak. "Help me fabricate a statement, say that someone else hit me that day, that he was hiding in the morgue's freezer, or that he ran out the front door and Old Ma and the others didn't notice, or something else," I paused for a moment, then continued, "Can you think of something else for me, discuss it with Old Ma and the others, see if you can make up a better one, or get Old Ma and the others to recant their statement, okay?" The man looked at me after listening, without saying a word. "Will my dad object?" I asked. "..." "Is this difficult?" I asked again. The man looked at me and said, "Okay, I'll do as you say. Is there anything else?" I nodded, thought for a moment, and said, "I might have temporary amnesia. I don't remember many people and things right now. I don't want to lose face in front of acquaintances, not even being able to greet them. Brother Qian, could you please make a copy of my relatives' and friends' information and photos for me, and um, note their relationship to me?" The man nodded and said, "Is there anything else?" I shook my head and said, "That's all for now. Thank you, Brother Qian." The man nodded, stood up, took two steps towards the door, then stopped and said, "Young Master, you can still call me Old Qian as before." I was stunned for a moment. The man turned around and said, "By the way, that woman's daughter wants to see you. Have Old Ma stop her outside." Jing was still dressed as usual, in light blue jeans and a cartoon-patterned t-shirt, but her face lacked its usual vitality. There were only the two of us in the ward. Jing stood in front of the bed, looking at me, and didn't speak for a long time, probably startled by the dumpling-shaped head in front of her. "Could you... could you plead with the judge for my mother?" I looked at Jing's haggard face. "My mom didn't mean it, really, she definitely didn't mean to hit you... Please forgive my mom, okay?" My eyes welled up with tears. "If you forgive my mom, I'll willingly be your woman from now on, okay?" "..." "I'll definitely listen to you, I promise." "..." "Could you plead for my mother?" I nodded. "Really?!" Jing's face lit up with surprise, just like when I was little, every time I came home from a business trip, I'd lie to her about not bringing anything, watch her disappointed expression, and then suddenly pull out a gift from behind my back: "You really forgive my mom?! You're not lying to me?!" I slowly reached out my hand, gently spreading my little finger and hooking it up, just like when I promised Jing something when we were little. Jing looked at my finger, paused, then looked at my face. I stretched my hand out to Jing again, and she finally stretched out her own finger, hooking it around mine, and then gently pulled it three times, just like she did for me when we were little. Tears streamed down my face. 17.Another week passed in the blink of an eye. The nearly two weeks of continuous rain finally cleared up that day. At noon, the woman opened a window halfway, letting in some sunlight. The woman was Feng's wife, named Yan. I remember Feng mentioning, during that passionate encounter with Chen, that his wife didn't really pay attention to him, but I never expected her to be so completely indifferent. These past few days, this woman had come over every day, but hadn't said a word to me, just reading a book or quietly lost in thought. The doctor, surnamed Zheng, said my recovery was faster and better than he expected. I didn't quite understand, because after two weeks, I still couldn't get up, and I wondered if I would ever have the chance to stand up again. The doctor said I could eat some liquid food now, and Feng's mother specially made shrimp porridge at home and brought it over with the woman. These past few days, if the woman was here, Feng's mother would find some excuse to leave, probably wanting us to be alone to improve our relationship. That day, she also put out the porridge and left, letting the woman feed me. The porridge was scalding hot. I struggled to swallow it, my mouth moving for a long time. When the woman coldly offered me the spoon again, I couldn't pretend to be a gentleman any longer. I shut my mouth, forcing a bitter smile, and said through gritted teeth, "Eat it later, I'm not very hungry now." The woman paused, took a bite of the spoon, and spat it out at the same time. She looked at me with surprise, holding the spoon. I said, "Let it cool down a bit." The woman didn't speak, just lowered her head, staring at the ground. After a long while, she murmured, "Please don't do this, okay?" "Huh?" "Will you still treat me the same way you used to?" she asked again. "Hmm?" I asked, "How did I treat you?" "Have you really forgotten everything? Are you trying to torture me in another way? Are you pretending to be innocent or playing the victim? You've already signed everything, are you going to go back on your word?" The woman looked up at me, tears streaming down her face, and squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth: "Don't do this anymore!" "Signed what?" I murmured. I didn't know their story, I didn't know what sin I had committed by eating a bowl of hot porridge, I didn't understand why she would cry over such a small thing, and I didn't know what to say at this moment. A few days later, Lao Qian called and said that Chen had been cleared of suspicion and released. I didn't believe the police would believe my lies, because even I didn't believe them myself. But the logic of this country has always been like this: no matter how irrefutable the evidence, no matter how precise the bloodstain identification, it can be tainted by the various desires in people's hearts. According to Wen, Chen's sex tapes should all be in Feng's private safe at the hotel. I couldn't leave immediately, and I didn't feel comfortable asking Lao Qian or Wen to handle it, so I could only ask Wen to tell Chen not to worry about the videos, that I would destroy them immediately and stop harassing her. I asked Wen about Chen's situation, and she said that because Chen was taken away by the police naked that night, and at the place where her husband's body was kept, there were many rumors circulating at the school. Considering Chen's situation and to avoid affecting the normal teaching at the school, the school leaders gave Chen a six-month leave to recuperate at home. I don't know if the news about Chen has reached my hometown, and I dare not inquire. As a child from a farming family, I understand how much damage a rumor can do to a family in a small village. After Chen was released, Jing came over once, insisting that she would keep her word and was ready to call me anytime. Chen's parents came over on the day Chen was released. Chen's father's words were not just to express his gratitude; they must have heard about what happened that night, and given how much I protected his daughter, and the fact that his son-in-law had died, I completely understand how he, as a father, would feel. Feng's father's attitude surprised me; I thought he would be furious. Old Qian only notified him after the matter was resolved. Old Qian said Feng's father only asked if it was my idea before hanging up. Years ago in the army, Old Qian was Feng's father's commissar, someone Feng's father had personally promoted. Two months have passed in the blink of an eye. My health is improving day by day; I can slowly sit up and get out of bed to use the toilet on my own. Feng's daughter, Yue, who is in the first year of junior high, comes to the hospital every day after school or on weekends. The woman doesn't talk to me. Bored, I can only try to talk to the girl, like I used to talk to Jing. The little girl is probably naturally introverted; even when I make her laugh, she just covers her mouth and lowers her head, as if laughing is something shameful, completely unlike Jing, who laughs incessantly, like the contented sound of my mother's hens after they lay an egg. Feng should also have an older daughter, in the third year of junior high, whom I haven't met. Feng's mother said she came to keep me company during the days I was in a coma, but later just looked around in the corridor and left. I don't know what happened between Feng and his eldest daughter, but it probably wasn't anything good. They didn't say, and I didn't ask. I don't know when it started, but I grew to like this carefree life, as if I had returned to childhood. Aside from an indelible sense of loneliness, I felt at peace inside. I didn't have to worry about clients' moods, the company's next month's income and expenses, or struggle with my own fate. I slowly learned not to think about Chen, not to think about Jing, not to think about Chen's expression under another man, not to think about Jing's despair in the rain. Those scenes, in many moments of reverie, seemed like sad fragments from a tragic movie I watched on a lonely night. During my convalescence, I delegated all the miscellaneous tasks I was in charge of to Lao Qian. Feng's position in the municipal party committee wasn't as powerful as he boasted, and his interpersonal relationships weren't particularly good. During his hospitalization, many friends, city leaders, and business owners he knew visited, but their words of comfort and smiles all seemed insincere. The woman owned a small trading company, nominally registered under the name of her distant cousin—a common practice among the children of government officials in the country. Her family also had some influence, making Feng and the woman a typical political marriage. The woman resembled Chen in one way: by today's standards, she was an old-fashioned person, showing no interest in the internet or anything like that. Her only hobby seemed to be reading, specifically physical books. Occasionally, Feng's mother would drag her to the gym for yoga. Having traveled all over the country for years, I've witnessed all sorts of strange customs and traditions. At drinking parties, I've heard all sorts of amusing stories and jokes, both risqué and suggestive. I've gradually learned to make girls laugh, often causing them to run into their mothers' arms, giggling and trembling. Every time I see the woman following the girl, head bowed, covering her mouth and trying to hide her laughter from me, I can't help but wonder if this kind of life suits me better. Will I, in a year or two, completely forget Chen and Jing, completely forget my former self, and become Feng, a member of this family? Compared to Chen, although the woman has never spoken to me first, I feel more relaxed around her than around Chen. Perhaps it's because my true self is a complete stranger to her; I don't need to hide my inferiority complex like I do with Chen. After two months and three days in the hospital, I was discharged with the doctor's permission. Dr. Zheng was quite satisfied with my recovery; he couldn't see any aftereffects yet. The only regret was my amnesia, and he told me to come to the hospital for regular checkups. For a long time, the woman suspected I was faking it, but slowly she seemed to believe it. The villa where Feng and her family lived was a gift from Feng's brother-in-law, located by a small lake on the outskirts of the city. Feng's two daughters lived on the third floor, while Feng and his wife's bedroom was on the second floor, and Feng's mother was temporarily sleeping in the guest room on the second floor. Feng's eldest daughter had been staying at her aunt's house for the time being. They had been staying at the villa for over two weeks, still on vacation. Every day, besides watching sports programs, I would fish by the lake. My wife no longer accompanied me; she left for work on time every morning. Feng's mother had been staying with her daughter lately. That day, my wife came home from get off work and was cooking in the kitchen. I sat by the door watching her back. As I watched, my wife transformed into Chen, and I wondered if Chen would turn around at any moment, shyly scolding me to close the door so the cooking fumes wouldn't get into the dining room. My wife didn't turn around or say anything. When my wife was about to cook another dish, I stood up and said, "Let me do it. I want Xiaoyue to know what her father is capable of, instead of always saying I'm all talk." My wife hesitated for a moment, then gave me her seat and went out. At the dinner table, I put some of my homemade food into the woman's bowl and some into the girl's as well. Although I usually cook breakfast at home, when I'm away on business, I cook for myself whenever I have a pot and a stove, so I'm quite confident in my cooking skills. The woman took a bite, stared at me with wide eyes. I studied her expression and asked, "What's wrong? Doesn't it taste good? Too much salt? I tasted it, it shouldn't be too salty." The woman looked at me and slowly swallowed her food. The girl took a bite, immediately spat out all the rice and vegetables in her mouth, picked up her glass, and drank some water. Looking at the food she had spat out on the table, the girl looked at me apologetically and said softly, "Dad, you must have forgotten, Mom and I don't eat spicy food." "Really?" I asked, "If you don't eat spicy food, what kind of chili powder do you put in the kitchen?" "Grandma uses it for cooking," the girl explained. I looked at the woman, who just kept her head down, eating her rice and ignoring me. I felt a little embarrassed and laughed, saying, "You don't have to be like me." Late at night, in the bathroom, after showering, I stood in front of the mirror, looked at myself, and murmured, "Okay, it's settled then. I have to sleep with her tonight! You're the top, don't forget you're the top, and she's your wife.""What are you afraid of? Ah, what are you afraid of? Even if you're not Feng, he slept with your wife, so why can't you sleep with his wife? Why not, right?" I stared at the towering penis in the dark forest in the mirror, hesitated, and said, "What if she doesn't allow it? Ah, what if she doesn't allow it?" I suddenly thought of Chen. Chen never refused me, even on those days when it wasn't convenient for her. If I needed it, she would use her little hands to help me. I looked down at my own two big hands and couldn't help but shake my head: "I can't think about Chen anymore. I have to forget her. Yes, I have to forget her. I didn't do anything wrong to her. Yes, Chen did wrong me first. I'm the victim. Chen killed him, but I also helped her get away with it. Besides..." I didn't humiliate her to her face. We're even now, we'll go our separate ways from now on, right, ah…” “We have to do it tonight, we have to do it…” In the bedroom, the woman was sleeping on her side by the window as usual, a towel blanket draped over her body, the blanket highlighting her curves. I lay down behind her, my hand trembling as I slowly and tentatively touched her back. Suddenly, I remembered the first time I tried to hold Chen's hand, so I placed my palm on it. The woman stiffened and didn't move. My hand slowly moved down, and when it reached the top of her buttocks, she reached out and pressed it down. The woman turned around and looked at me. My eyes were burning as I stared at her. The woman got off the bed, took a towel from the closet, put it on the bed, lay down, and casually turned off the light. In the darkness, the woman reached out and took off her pajama bottoms and underwear, then spread her legs, lay on her back, and looked at the ceiling, in a pose of inviting me to mount her. The woman waited for a while, then looked at me sideways and said, “If you want it, hurry up.” Her tone was like that of a prostitute who charges by the hour. I reached out and turned the light on, the woman reached out and turned it off again. I turned it on again, and she reached out to turn it off again. I pounced on her and pinned her hands to the bed. I kissed her lips, but she dodged, saying, "Didn't you say you didn't like being kissed?" I said coldly, "I've changed!" She stopped dodging and let me kiss her, but her mouth remained closed. I kissed her earlobe, kissed her neck, like I kissed Chen. She stiffened, her eyes fixed on the chandelier above her, like a corpse. I reached out to unbutton her nightgown, but she stopped me, saying, "What are you doing?! You used to just come in!" I gritted my teeth and ripped her nightgown apart. She let out a soft moan, her two peach-shaped breasts swaying in the light, the nipples pointing towards her face, unlike Chen, whose breasts were round and large. I reached out and kneaded one breast, then took the other into my mouth, gently biting the nipple and sucking on it. I alternately suckled on both breasts, and the woman's nipples slowly hardened. I heard her panting, and I remembered how Chen had done the same when Dong suckled on her breast. I kissed her mouth, but she still didn't open it. I placed my hand between her legs, my index finger between her labia; it was dry. I gently tapped her vulva up and down with my index finger, just like Dong had tapped on Chen's. The woman opened her mouth and let out a soft moan. I put my tongue in her mouth and explored her vulva with my fingers, slowly tapping and gently stroking. The woman slowly became wet. I placed my wet index finger on her clitoris and rubbed the clitoral hood, feeling it slowly harden and become erect. The woman opened her mouth and breathed heavily. I took her tongue into my mouth and sucked on it. I pressed my thumb against her clitoris and inserted my index finger into her vagina, hooking and gently probing, searching for her G-spot, just like Dong had searched for Chen's. The woman's hips swayed gently upwards, her breathing growing heavier. I released her mouth and kissed her neck, taking her nipple into my mouth. She opened her mouth wide, inhaling deeply. I lay between her legs, staring at her vulva. Her pubic hair was thick, long, and somewhat messy, clearly never trimmed. Her labia were wide and pale, bulging together, with a thin slit between them, from which a sweet fluid slowly flowed. Her clitoris was twice as long as Chen's, now erect, its tip breaking through the foreskin, shining brightly. I took her clitoris into my mouth, sucking gently, making her moan like Chen had when she was in Dong's mouth. Her hips swayed up and down dramatically, and I held her clitoris in my mouth, moving my head with her movements. A soft, whimpering sound came from her throat. I knelt between the woman's legs, placing her calves on my shoulders, my hand holding my penis, the tip pressed against her labia. I adjusted the position, pushing the head inside, then lowered my body and thrust all the way in, like the moment Feng deflowered Jing, the tip grinding against the bottom. I stopped. The woman's vagina was deeper and warmer than Chen's. At this moment, her vaginal muscles were writhing and squeezing my penis. I groaned, thinking about whether Feng felt the same pleasure when he fully penetrated Chen. I slowly leaned down, pressing the woman's legs onto the bed on either side of her body, my face pressed against hers, and said, "Baby, look at me!" The woman slowly opened her eyes, her expression unreadable. "Baby, come, taste the flavor of your own vagina!" I said, like Dong talking to Chen, then went to kiss the woman's mouth. The woman shook her head, trying to avoid me, but I chased after her, and finally, her little mouth was taken into my mouth. I slowly brought the tip of my penis to the entrance of her vagina, and just as I was about to withdraw, I thrust it all the way in, like a peak fucking a still woman. The woman let out a soft moan. I took her tongue in my mouth, sucking on her saliva, and then slowly transferred it to her. After a series of slow, forceful thrusts, I evenly pumped my penis in and out of her vagina, then released her mouth, looked into her eyes, and while increasing the speed, gently said, "Baby, tell me, am I fucking you more comfortably than before?" The woman panted, looked at me, and didn't speak. I looked at this woman, whom I'd known for over two months but who still seemed like a stranger, panting. A thought suddenly flashed through my mind: "So this is what it feels like to fuck a married woman!" "Then what about fucking a young woman?" I thought of Xiaoyue's innocent and childlike face, and thrust my penis hard onto the bed again, shaking it incessantly. My hips moved wildly between the woman's thighs. The woman's face in front of me sometimes looked like morning, sometimes like stillness, sometimes like moonlight. Finally, the woman slowly transformed into morning. Morning looked at me, panting. My vision was a little blurry, and I murmured, "Baby, you are my little angel, my little angel who will belong to me for life. Why did you go to find other men behind my back? Why?!" Morning didn't speak. "Baby, you belong only to me, only to me, only to me..." The woman's breathing suddenly quickened, lifting her hips and thrusting upwards forcefully. After a dozen thrusts, her body convulsed a few times. With each convulsion, the tight flesh inside her vagina, like a child's mouth, tugged at my penis. I stopped, moaning softly. Once she calmed down, I thrust again, looking at her sweat-drenched face, and gently asked, "Baby, did I fuck you well? Do you want to die again?" The bed shook again... I climbed off the woman, watching the white semen gush from her vagina, thinking of the moments Dong had repeatedly pulled his semi-erect penis out of Chen's vagina. The woman silently got up and got off the bed, picking up the towel that had been under her to wipe her groin. Seeing the huge wet stain on the towel, she paused, then hurriedly looked at the bed, reaching out to touch that deep stain. She frowned, glared at me, went to the closet, found a new sheet, and threw it on the bed. "Change the sheets, I'm going to take a shower." The woman said coldly, taking a towel and leaving. This was the first time she had ever asked me to do something. It was a sunny weekend after a heavy rain. At the amusement park, outside the carousel, I squinted, watching the mother and daughter gently turning on the same horse. The girl occasionally whispered something in the woman's ear, then chuckled softly, sometimes glancing at me and waving. Just then, Wen came to my side and said, "Chen is sick, has a high fever." "Huh?" I turned to look at her. "She was out in the rain for over two hours last night, and Jing had to drag her home with all her might. I just got her an IV drip, and she's still talking nonsense. She's saying sorry. Her husband's death really affected Chen; she thinks she's the one who ruined him." I frowned and said, "Why are you telling me this? What does it have to do with me?" Wen paused for a moment and said, "It's like this, Chen knows Jing agreed to be your woman, but Chen doesn't want to, and Jing won't listen. Um, last night the two of them had a fight, and in the heat of the moment, Jing called Chen shameless and unworthy to be her mistress, which upset Chen."I took a towel from the closet, laid it on the bed, lay down, and casually turned off the light. In the darkness, the woman reached out and took off her pajama bottoms and underwear, then spread her legs, lay on her back, and stared at the ceiling, looking like she was inviting me to mount her. The woman waited a while, then turned her head to look at me and said, "If you want it, hurry up." Her tone was like that of a prostitute who charges by the hour. I reached out and turned the light back on, and the woman reached out and turned it off again. I turned it back on, and the woman reached out to turn it off again. I pounced on the woman and pressed her hand down on the bed. I kissed the woman's lips, and the woman dodged, saying, "Don't you not like being kissed?" I said coldly, "I've changed!" The woman no longer dodged, letting me kiss her, but her mouth remained closed. I kissed the woman's earlobe, kissed the woman's neck, like I kissed Chen. The woman's body was stiff, her eyes staring at the chandelier above her head, like a corpse. I reached out to unbutton the woman's nightgown, but she stopped me, saying, "What are you doing?! You always just come in like that!" I gritted my teeth and ripped her nightgown apart. The woman let out a soft moan, her two peach-shaped breasts swaying in the light, the nipples pointing towards my face, unlike Chen's, which were two large, round balls. I reached out and kneaded one breast, then took the other into my mouth, gently biting the nipple and sucking. I alternated sucking on both breasts, and the woman's nipples slowly hardened. I heard her panting, and I remembered when Dong suckled Chen's breasts, Chen did the same. I kissed the woman's mouth, but she still wouldn't open it. I placed my hand between her legs, my index finger between her labia; it was dry. I gently tapped her vulva up and down with my index finger, like Dong tapped Chen's. The woman opened her mouth, letting out a soft moan. I put my tongue into her mouth, exploring her vulva with my fingers, gently tapping and stroking. She slowly became wet. I placed my wet index finger on her clitoris, rubbing the clitoral hood, feeling it slowly harden and become erect. The woman opened her mouth, breathing heavily. I took her tongue into my mouth and sucked on it. I pressed my thumb against her clitoris, and inserted my index finger into her vagina, hooking and gently probing, searching for her G-spot, like Dong searching for Chen's. The woman's hips swayed gently upwards, her breathing becoming heavier. I released her mouth and kissed her neck, taking her nipple into my mouth. She opened her mouth wide, inhaling deeply. I lay between her legs, staring at her vulva. Her pubic hair was thick, long, and somewhat messy, clearly never trimmed. Her labia were wide and pale, bulging together, with a thin slit between them, from which a sweet fluid slowly flowed. The woman's clitoris was twice as long as Chen's, and it was now erect, the tip of the clitoris breaking through the foreskin, shining brightly. I took the woman's clitoris into my mouth and gently sucked, making her moan like Chen had moaned under Dong's mouth. The woman's hips swayed up and down dramatically, and I held the clitoris in my mouth, moving my head with her movements. The woman made muffled sounds in her throat. I knelt between the woman's legs, put her calves on my shoulders, held my penis, the tip of my penis against her labia, adjusted the position, and pushed the head inside. Then, I pressed down and thrust all the way in, like the moment Feng penetrated Jing's body and deflowered her, and then let the tip of my penis grind against the bottom of her vagina. I stopped. The woman's vagina was deeper and warmer than Chen's. At this moment, the vaginal muscles were writhing and squeezing my penis. I groaned, thinking about whether Feng felt the same pleasure when he fully penetrated Chen's body. I slowly leaned down, pressing the woman's legs onto the bed on either side of her body. My face was pressed against hers, and I said, "Baby, look at me!" The woman slowly opened her eyes, her expression unreadable. "Baby, come on, taste your own vagina!" I said, as if Dong were talking to Chen, then went to kiss the woman's lips. She shook her head, trying to avoid me, but I followed, and finally, her small mouth was captured in my mouth. I slowly brought the tip of my penis to the entrance of her vagina, and just as I was about to withdraw, I thrust it all the way in, like Feng fucking Jing. The woman let out a soft moan. I took her tongue in my mouth, sucking her saliva, and then slowly transferred it to her. After a series of slow, forceful thrusts, I evenly pumped my penis in and out of her vagina, then released her mouth, looked into her eyes, and, while increasing the speed, softly said, "Baby, tell me, am I fucking you more comfortably than before?" The woman panted, looking at me, but didn't speak. I looked at this woman, whom I'd known for over two months but who still seemed like a stranger, panting. A thought suddenly flashed through my mind: "So this is what it feels like to fuck a married woman!" "Then what about fucking a young woman?" I thought of Xiaoyue's innocent and childlike face, and thrust my penis hard onto the bed again, shaking it incessantly. My hips moved wildly between the woman's thighs. The woman's face in front of me sometimes looked like morning, sometimes like stillness, sometimes like moonlight. Finally, the woman slowly transformed into morning. Morning looked at me, panting. My vision was a little blurry, and I murmured, "Baby, you are my little angel, my little angel who will belong to me for life. Why did you go to find other men behind my back? Why?!" Morning didn't speak. "Baby, you belong only to me, only to me, only to me..." The woman's breathing suddenly quickened, lifting her hips and thrusting upwards forcefully. After a dozen thrusts, her body convulsed a few times. With each convulsion, the tight flesh inside her vagina, like a child's mouth, tugged at my penis. I stopped, moaning softly. Once she calmed down, I thrust again, looking at her sweat-drenched face, and gently asked, "Baby, did I fuck you well? Do you want to die again?" The bed shook again... I climbed off the woman, watching the white semen gush from her vagina, thinking of the moments Dong had repeatedly pulled his semi-erect penis out of Chen's vagina. The woman silently got up and got off the bed, picking up the towel that had been under her to wipe her groin. Seeing the huge wet stain on the towel, she paused, then hurriedly looked at the bed, reaching out to touch that deep stain. She frowned, glared at me, went to the closet, found a new sheet, and threw it on the bed. "Change the sheets, I'm going to take a shower." The woman said coldly, taking a towel and leaving. This was the first time she had ever asked me to do something. It was a sunny weekend after a heavy rain. At the amusement park, outside the carousel, I squinted, watching the mother and daughter gently turning on the same horse. The girl occasionally whispered something in the woman's ear, then chuckled softly, sometimes glancing at me and waving. Just then, Wen came to my side and said, "Chen is sick, has a high fever." "Huh?" I turned to look at her. "She was out in the rain for over two hours last night, and Jing had to drag her home with all her might. I just got her an IV drip, and she's still talking nonsense. She's saying sorry. Her husband's death really affected Chen; she thinks she's the one who ruined him." I frowned and said, "Why are you telling me this? What does it have to do with me?" Wen paused for a moment and said, "It's like this, Chen knows Jing agreed to be your woman, but Chen doesn't want to, and Jing won't listen. Um, last night the two of them had a fight, and in the heat of the moment, Jing called Chen shameless and unworthy to be her mistress, which upset Chen."I took a towel from the closet, laid it on the bed, lay down, and casually turned off the light. In the darkness, the woman reached out and took off her pajama bottoms and underwear, then spread her legs, lay on her back, and stared at the ceiling, looking like she was inviting me to mount her. The woman waited a while, then turned her head to look at me and said, "If you want it, hurry up." Her tone was like that of a prostitute who charges by the hour. I reached out and turned the light back on, and the woman reached out and turned it off again. I turned it back on, and the woman reached out to turn it off again. I pounced on the woman and pressed her hand down on the bed. I kissed the woman's lips, and the woman dodged, saying, "Don't you not like being kissed?" I said coldly, "I've changed!" The woman no longer dodged, letting me kiss her, but her mouth remained closed. I kissed the woman's earlobe, kissed the woman's neck, like I kissed Chen. The woman's body was stiff, her eyes staring at the chandelier above her head, like a corpse. I reached out to unbutton the woman's nightgown, but she stopped me, saying, "What are you doing?! You always just come in like that!" I gritted my teeth and ripped her nightgown apart. The woman let out a soft moan, her two peach-shaped breasts swaying in the light, the nipples pointing towards my face, unlike Chen's, which were two large, round balls. I reached out and kneaded one breast, then took the other into my mouth, gently biting the nipple and sucking. I alternated sucking on both breasts, and the woman's nipples slowly hardened. I heard her panting, and I remembered when Dong suckled Chen's breasts, Chen did the same. I kissed the woman's mouth, but she still wouldn't open it. I placed my hand between her legs, my index finger between her labia; it was dry. I gently tapped her vulva up and down with my index finger, like Dong tapped Chen's. The woman opened her mouth, letting out a soft moan. I put my tongue into her mouth, exploring her vulva with my fingers, gently tapping and stroking. She slowly became wet. I placed my wet index finger on her clitoris, rubbing the clitoral hood, feeling it slowly harden and become erect. The woman opened her mouth, breathing heavily. I took her tongue into my mouth and sucked on it. I pressed my thumb against her clitoris, and inserted my index finger into her vagina, hooking and gently probing, searching for her G-spot, like Dong searching for Chen's. The woman's hips swayed gently upwards, her breathing becoming heavier. I released her mouth and kissed her neck, taking her nipple into my mouth. She opened her mouth wide, inhaling deeply. I lay between her legs, staring at her vulva. Her pubic hair was thick, long, and somewhat messy, clearly never trimmed. Her labia were wide and pale, bulging together, with a thin slit between them, from which a sweet fluid slowly flowed. The woman's clitoris was twice as long as Chen's, and it was now erect, the tip of the clitoris breaking through the foreskin, shining brightly. I took the woman's clitoris into my mouth and gently sucked, making her moan like Chen had moaned under Dong's mouth. The woman's hips swayed up and down dramatically, and I held the clitoris in my mouth, moving my head with her movements. The woman made muffled sounds in her throat. I knelt between the woman's legs, put her calves on my shoulders, held my penis, the tip of my penis against her labia, adjusted the position, and pushed the head inside. Then, I pressed down and thrust all the way in, like the moment Feng penetrated Jing's body and deflowered her, and then let the tip of my penis grind against the bottom of her vagina. I stopped. The woman's vagina was deeper and warmer than Chen's. At this moment, the vaginal muscles were writhing and squeezing my penis. I groaned, thinking about whether Feng felt the same pleasure when he fully penetrated Chen's body. I slowly leaned down, pressing the woman's legs onto the bed on either side of her body. My face was pressed against hers, and I said, "Baby, look at me!" The woman slowly opened her eyes, her expression unreadable. "Baby, come on, taste your own vagina!" I said, as if Dong were talking to Chen, then went to kiss the woman's lips. She shook her head, trying to avoid me, but I followed, and finally, her small mouth was captured in my mouth. I slowly brought the tip of my penis to the entrance of her vagina, and just as I was about to withdraw, I thrust it all the way in, like Feng fucking Jing. The woman let out a soft moan. I took her tongue in my mouth, sucking her saliva, and then slowly transferred it to her. After a series of slow, forceful thrusts, I evenly pumped my penis in and out of her vagina, then released her mouth, looked into her eyes, and, while increasing the speed, softly said, "Baby, tell me, am I fucking you more comfortably than before?" The woman panted, looking at me, but didn't speak. I looked at this woman, whom I'd known for over two months but who still seemed like a stranger, panting. A thought suddenly flashed through my mind: "So this is what it feels like to fuck a married woman!" "Then what about fucking a young woman?" I thought of Xiaoyue's innocent and childlike face, and thrust my penis hard onto the bed again, shaking it incessantly. My hips moved wildly between the woman's thighs. The woman's face in front of me sometimes looked like morning, sometimes like stillness, sometimes like moonlight. Finally, the woman slowly transformed into morning. Morning looked at me, panting. My vision was a little blurry, and I murmured, "Baby, you are my little angel, my little angel who will belong to me for life. Why did you go to find other men behind my back? Why?!" Morning didn't speak. "Baby, you belong only to me, only to me, only to me..." The woman's breathing suddenly quickened, lifting her hips and thrusting upwards forcefully. After a dozen thrusts, her body convulsed a few times. With each convulsion, the tight flesh inside her vagina, like a child's mouth, tugged at my penis. I stopped, moaning softly. Once she calmed down, I thrust again, looking at her sweat-drenched face, and gently asked, "Baby, did I fuck you well? Do you want to die again?" The bed shook again... I climbed off the woman, watching the white semen gush from her vagina, thinking of the moments Dong had repeatedly pulled his semi-erect penis out of Chen's vagina. The woman silently got up and got off the bed, picking up the towel that had been under her to wipe her groin. Seeing the huge wet stain on the towel, she paused, then hurriedly looked at the bed, reaching out to touch that deep stain. She frowned, glared at me, went to the closet, found a new sheet, and threw it on the bed. "Change the sheets, I'm going to take a shower." The woman said coldly, taking a towel and leaving. This was the first time she had ever asked me to do something. It was a sunny weekend after a heavy rain. At the amusement park, outside the carousel, I squinted, watching the mother and daughter gently turning on the same horse. The girl occasionally whispered something in the woman's ear, then chuckled softly, sometimes glancing at me and waving. Just then, Wen came to my side and said, "Chen is sick, has a high fever." "Huh?" I turned to look at her. "She was out in the rain for over two hours last night, and Jing had to drag her home with all her might. I just got her an IV drip, and she's still talking nonsense. She's saying sorry. Her husband's death really affected Chen; she thinks she's the one who ruined him." I frowned and said, "Why are you telling me this? What does it have to do with me?" Wen paused for a moment and said, "It's like this, Chen knows Jing agreed to be your woman, but Chen doesn't want to, and Jing won't listen. Um, last night the two of them had a fight, and in the heat of the moment, Jing called Chen shameless and unworthy to be her mistress, which upset Chen."The clitoris wouldn't let go, its head swaying with the woman's movements, and the woman made a whimpering sound in her throat. I knelt between the woman's legs, put her calves on my shoulders, held my penis, the tip pressed against her labia, adjusted the position, pushed the head inside, and then pressed down and thrust all the way in, like the moment Feng penetrated Jing's body to deflower her, and then let the tip grind against the bottom of her vagina. I stopped. The woman's vagina was deeper and warmer than Chen's. At this moment, the vaginal muscles were writhing and squeezing my penis. I groaned, thinking about whether Feng felt the same pleasure when he fully penetrated Chen's body. I slowly leaned down, pressed the woman's legs onto the bed on either side of her body, pressed my face against the woman's, and said, "Baby, look at me!" The woman slowly opened her eyes, her eyes revealing no emotion. "Baby, come, taste the flavor of your own vagina!" I said, like Dong talking to Chen, and then went to kiss the woman's mouth. The woman shook her head and dodged, but I chased after her, and finally her little mouth was taken into my mouth. I slowly brought the tip of my penis to the entrance of her vagina, and just as I was about to withdraw, I thrust it all the way in, like a peak fucking a still woman. The woman let out a soft moan. I took her tongue in my mouth, sucking on her saliva, and then slowly transferred it to her. After a series of slow, forceful thrusts, I evenly pumped my penis in and out of her vagina, then released her mouth, looked into her eyes, and while increasing the speed, gently said, "Baby, tell me, am I fucking you more comfortably than before?" The woman panted, looked at me, and didn't speak. I looked at this woman, whom I'd known for over two months but who still seemed like a stranger, panting. A thought suddenly flashed through my mind: "So this is what it feels like to fuck a married woman!" "Then what about fucking a young woman?" I thought of Xiaoyue's innocent and childlike face, and thrust my penis hard onto the bed again, shaking it incessantly. My hips moved wildly between the woman's thighs. The woman's face in front of me sometimes looked like morning, sometimes like stillness, sometimes like moonlight. Finally, the woman slowly transformed into morning. Morning looked at me, panting. My vision was a little blurry, and I murmured, "Baby, you are my little angel, my little angel who will belong to me for life. Why did you go to find other men behind my back? Why?!" Morning didn't speak. "Baby, you belong only to me, only to me, only to me..." The woman's breathing suddenly quickened, lifting her hips and thrusting upwards forcefully. After a dozen thrusts, her body convulsed a few times. With each convulsion, the tight flesh inside her vagina, like a child's mouth, tugged at my penis. I stopped, moaning softly. Once she calmed down, I thrust again, looking at her sweat-drenched face, and gently asked, "Baby, did I fuck you well? Do you want to die again?" The bed shook again... I climbed off the woman, watching the white semen gush from her vagina, thinking of the moments Dong had repeatedly pulled his semi-erect penis out of Chen's vagina. The woman silently got up and got off the bed, picking up the towel that had been under her to wipe her groin. Seeing the huge wet stain on the towel, she paused, then hurriedly looked at the bed, reaching out to touch that deep stain. She frowned, glared at me, went to the closet, found a new sheet, and threw it on the bed. "Change the sheets, I'm going to take a shower." The woman said coldly, taking a towel and leaving. This was the first time she had ever asked me to do something. It was a sunny weekend after a heavy rain. At the amusement park, outside the carousel, I squinted, watching the mother and daughter gently turning on the same horse. The girl occasionally whispered something in the woman's ear, then chuckled softly, sometimes glancing at me and waving. Just then, Wen came to my side and said, "Chen is sick, has a high fever." "Huh?" I turned to look at her. "She was out in the rain for over two hours last night, and Jing had to drag her home with all her might. I just got her an IV drip, and she's still talking nonsense. She's saying sorry. Her husband's death really affected Chen; she thinks she's the one who ruined him." I frowned and said, "Why are you telling me this? What does it have to do with me?" Wen paused for a moment and said, "It's like this, Chen knows Jing agreed to be your woman, but Chen doesn't want to, and Jing won't listen. Um, last night the two of them had a fight, and in the heat of the moment, Jing called Chen shameless and unworthy to be her mistress, which upset Chen."The clitoris wouldn't let go, its head swaying with the woman's movements, and the woman made a whimpering sound in her throat. I knelt between the woman's legs, put her calves on my shoulders, held my penis, the tip pressed against her labia, adjusted the position, pushed the head inside, and then pressed down and thrust all the way in, like the moment Feng penetrated Jing's body to deflower her, and then let the tip grind against the bottom of her vagina. I stopped. The woman's vagina was deeper and warmer than Chen's. At this moment, the vaginal muscles were writhing and squeezing my penis. I groaned, thinking about whether Feng felt the same pleasure when he fully penetrated Chen's body. I slowly leaned down, pressed the woman's legs onto the bed on either side of her body, pressed my face against the woman's, and said, "Baby, look at me!" The woman slowly opened her eyes, her eyes revealing no emotion. "Baby, come, taste the flavor of your own vagina!" I said, like Dong talking to Chen, and then went to kiss the woman's mouth. The woman shook her head and dodged, but I chased after her, and finally her little mouth was taken into my mouth. I slowly brought the tip of my penis to the entrance of her vagina, and just as I was about to withdraw, I thrust it all the way in, like a peak fucking a still woman. The woman let out a soft moan. I took her tongue in my mouth, sucking on her saliva, and then slowly transferred it to her. After a series of slow, forceful thrusts, I evenly pumped my penis in and out of her vagina, then released her mouth, looked into her eyes, and while increasing the speed, gently said, "Baby, tell me, am I fucking you more comfortably than before?" The woman panted, looked at me, and didn't speak. I looked at this woman, whom I'd known for over two months but who still seemed like a stranger, panting. A thought suddenly flashed through my mind: "So this is what it feels like to fuck a married woman!" "Then what about fucking a young woman?" I thought of Xiaoyue's innocent and childlike face, and thrust my penis hard onto the bed again, shaking it incessantly. My hips moved wildly between the woman's thighs. The woman's face in front of me sometimes looked like morning, sometimes like stillness, sometimes like moonlight. Finally, the woman slowly transformed into morning. Morning looked at me, panting. My vision was a little blurry, and I murmured, "Baby, you are my little angel, my little angel who will belong to me for life. Why did you go to find other men behind my back? Why?!" Morning didn't speak. "Baby, you belong only to me, only to me, only to me..." The woman's breathing suddenly quickened, lifting her hips and thrusting upwards forcefully. After a dozen thrusts, her body convulsed a few times. With each convulsion, the tight flesh inside her vagina, like a child's mouth, tugged at my penis. I stopped, moaning softly. Once she calmed down, I thrust again, looking at her sweat-drenched face, and gently asked, "Baby, did I fuck you well? Do you want to die again?" The bed shook again... I climbed off the woman, watching the white semen gush from her vagina, thinking of the moments Dong had repeatedly pulled his semi-erect penis out of Chen's vagina. The woman silently got up and got off the bed, picking up the towel that had been under her to wipe her groin. Seeing the huge wet stain on the towel, she paused, then hurriedly looked at the bed, reaching out to touch that deep stain. She frowned, glared at me, went to the closet, found a new sheet, and threw it on the bed. "Change the sheets, I'm going to take a shower." The woman said coldly, taking a towel and leaving. This was the first time she had ever asked me to do something. It was a sunny weekend after a heavy rain. At the amusement park, outside the carousel, I squinted, watching the mother and daughter gently turning on the same horse. The girl occasionally whispered something in the woman's ear, then chuckled softly, sometimes glancing at me and waving. Just then, Wen came to my side and said, "Chen is sick, has a high fever." "Huh?" I turned to look at her. "She was out in the rain for over two hours last night, and Jing had to drag her home with all her might. I just got her an IV drip, and she's still talking nonsense. She's saying sorry. Her husband's death really affected Chen; she thinks she's the one who ruined him." I frowned and said, "Why are you telling me this? What does it have to do with me?" Wen paused for a moment and said, "It's like this, Chen knows Jing agreed to be your woman, but Chen doesn't want to, and Jing won't listen. Um, last night the two of them had a fight, and in the heat of the moment, Jing called Chen shameless and unworthy to be her mistress, which upset Chen."
"This has nothing to do with me. I told Jing it wasn't necessary. Didn't Jing tell you?" "Could you meet with them, mother and daughter, and explain things clearly?" "Didn't I already tell you? I don't want to see them!" I watched Wen disappear into the crowd, and heard the girl's childish voice behind me: "Daddy, what are you daydreaming about?"
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