[Urban] Sunny Day at the Sea of Sex (Complete) - 10-12

Chapter 63: What to do?

What to do? If this refers to a novel, it's a love triangle novel written by Chernyshevsky before the storm of the Russian Revolution in the late 19th century. I remember this novel not because I've read it, but because the author was a driver, and his name was so Russian—long and catchy. If this refers to the work of a revolutionary leader, it's a pamphlet written by Comrade Lenin explaining what to do after the storm of the Russian Revolution, equivalent to Comrade Mao Zedong's "A Single Spark Can Start a Prairie Fire." If this refers to the Ning-style dilemma, it refers to a pretentious, artsy young man named Ning who, as a married man, manages to woo a young, unmarried woman. This young woman is not only pure and beautiful, but also a model taller than him. Ning wants to have a romantic relationship with her and have sex with her every day, while the young woman wants to have a romantic relationship with her boyfriend and get married—clearly, they are on different paths and have incompatible goals!

When Xiao Yanzi expressed her desire to marry him, Ning Zhufu realized he couldn't keep up the pretense any longer. But stopping meant losing this beautiful swallow forever.

What to do? Ning Zhufu shamelessly envied his Muslim brothers living in the Arab world, like Muhammad. Why could they marry four wives?

Damn, their Islamic marriage laws are so humane! Envy, jealousy, and hatred!

Luo Xiaoyan's text message, "Would you marry me?" truly stunned me, and a pang of guilt immediately arose in my heart—because I knew, I understood, that Xiao Yanzi herself knew that her Nan-gege (brother Nan) could never leave his beautiful wife, Ning Jie, who was already so alluring that she was willing to sleep with other men for her husband.

Sure enough, I stood there for a long time, sweat pouring down my forehead, still trying to figure out how to reply, when Luo Xiaoyan's text message came again: "Did I scare you, Brother Nan? Don't take it to heart, I was just joking. How could I dare to have such expectations? I know you can't bear to part with your wife, she's so beautiful."

See, what an understanding girl! This text message undoubtedly saved me. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and quickly replied: "Xiaoyan, don't say that. The more you say that, the sadder I get. No matter what, I just want to see you now. I want to talk to you properly, please?"

"No."

Luo Xiaoyan's next text message was only two short words, but it revealed a sadness buried deep within her, a sadness as vast as the Nile River.

"Fine, if you don't agree, from now on, I won't eat until you agree to see me."

Haha, Ning the Cook is starting to use his tricks. There's a song that goes, "How could you bear to see me sad..."

Ning, the cook, is using the tactic of "How could you bear to see me go hungry?"

Ning knows that feigning helplessness, wiping away snot and tears, is a surefire way to win over a naive girl like Xiao Yanzi.

The problem is, after a while, there was no response from Xiao Yanzi, and Ning started to feel uneasy. Could it be that this foolproof method really does fail sometimes?

At this point, I didn't dare say anything rashly. I was afraid that Xiao Yanzi wouldn't fall for it, and continuing this antics would only make things worse.

For the rest of the day, Ning wandered around the house, feeling restless, unable to even finish what he wanted to write. Furthermore, my wife's situation in the US is causing me a lot of distress—this time, Mr. Wang has ulterior motives, as you can see from the surface. Given his cuckoldry tendencies, I admit I shamelessly hope that my wife and her hero, Mr. Wang, will continue to have some kind of affair. Back then, my wife and him made me masturbate so many times. You can only experience that extreme pleasure by having a cuckold and being good at it. Damn, that masturbation almost felt better than fucking a beautiful woman's cunt. But now, this old man is a bit special. His real experience of carrying a gun and going to the battlefield is a real weapon against my simple-minded wife who has a war hero complex. I don't want to get stabbed by some clueless little thief again.

I wanted to be upfront about things. If my wife was only thinking about someone else's penis, that would be fine. But if she was also thinking about him as a person, honestly, this is a new challenge in my cuckoldry career—under the guise of cuckoldry, is it okay for my wife to have sex with other men, or is it not okay to be a little infatuated?

That is the question.

But the problem is, when I'm thinking about Xiao Yanzi right now, aren't I also thinking about not only her youthful, invincible body, but also her as a person?

What should I do?

This problem is giving me a headache. I dozed off for a while, and when I woke up it was already evening.

Neither my wife nor Xiao Yanzi had made any moves. When I came back to my senses and regained my physical awareness, the "empty city strategy" immediately started playing in my head—this is funny, Ning, you rascal, didn't you brag to Xiao Yanzi that you wouldn't eat? You've really gone too far, haven't you? She still hasn't agreed to see you. Are you going to eat or not?

Just then, my phone rang. I looked at it and it was Pi Shi.

"Where the hell have you been, you little rascal?"

Pi Shi had been missing for ages, so I picked up the phone and started yelling.

"Hahaha, off to be an immortal! Hey bro, got something going? Come out for drinks! Long time no see, come sit down. I have some important news to let you know."

Pi Shi's voice sounded refreshed and excited, he really had gone to be an immortal.

"What's up? You sound so happy, did you win the lottery?"

I teased him.

"Hehe, let's talk when you get out. Call your wife too."

"Ha, he's just now being an immortal in the US. He's on a business trip abroad!"

I couldn't resist Pi Shi's repeated invitations, and I missed my brothers, so I accepted the invitation. Because I was going to drink, I deliberately didn't drive, and then I happily headed to our old haunt—the snail stall.

They say brothers are like limbs, and women are like… Sorry, Sister Yanzi, I'll have to eat first.

When I arrived, damn it, I saw that sturdy guy sitting together with a woman at a roadside food stall, all lovey-dovey. There was an empty seat opposite them, clearly reserved for me.

I went closer and, haha, I burst out laughing. That woman was the owner of the stall!

sturdy, skinny guy leaning against the owner's rounder figure, the comedic effect was quite amusing.

Holy crap, openly sticking together in public, is this guy using picking up girls to build his courage or something?

Before I could even sit down, sturdy guy saw me and immediately stood up, saying something that left me speechless for a long time.

smugly, sturdy guy said, "Buddy, come on, let me introduce you, this is my wife!"...

Heavens above, what kind of woman could make a womanizing master like sturdy, even a woman with such high standards as Zeng Daxia, so easily swayed by this woman, reform the ways of the legendary sturdy guy? While exchanging pleasantries with the obviously newlywed couple, I took a good look at Mrs. Pi—the food stall owner known for her voluptuous figure, ample bosom, and the way her hips swayed like a millstone as she walked. She had almond-shaped eyes, delicate eyebrows, and thin lips that framed a round, chubby, very Chinese-looking face. Each feature seemed ordinary, yet together they created a truly appealing combination. Crucially, her bright, watery eyes were unmistakably alluring.

The problem was, Mrs. Pi's physique was on a completely different level from Pi Shi's. I worried how Pi Shi's small frame could handle it. The contrasting figures of the couple as they walked were definitely a guarantee of turning heads.

In front of his wife, I couldn't very well ask Pi Shi how he went from a hooligan to a respectable husband, so I chatted with him over drinks

and started enjoying our meal. Speaking of which, the snails the landlady made were exactly my kind of food; I'd been eating them for years and never got tired of them. Just as my stomach was full, no longer empty, and I was starting to feel flushed and slightly tipsy, a text message came in. I looked at it and chuckled. It was from Luo Xiaoyan: "Brother Nan, have you eaten?"

Hehe, see? I didn't believe Sister Yanzi would let me go hungry.

"No."

I quickly replied without hesitation.

"Not eating this late? Are you really going on a hunger strike?"

"Yes, I'll go on a hunger strike if you don't see me."

Good grief, I've seen shameless people, but never one this shameless. With grease still on his lips, he had the nerve to say the word "hunger strike"—only someone as shameless as Ning Zhufu could do that!

"You're not allowed to skip dinner, listen to me."

Hahaha, as soon as Xiaoyanzi said that, I knew I had a chance.

"I'm not eating, no one will care if I starve to death anyway."

"My sister-in-law cares."

"She's not here. It's no use caring.

" "Where did your sister

-in-law go ?

" "She went abroad on business." "Sigh... You really won't eat if I don't see you? " "Yes.

Eating would be like being a dog!

" "Then... come over, I'm at the apartment."

"Hahaha, you still care about me after all?

" "Yes, I do."

For some reason, when I saw the word "care" in Luo Xiaoyan's last text message, my heart started to ache...

I quickly said goodbye to the robust couple, grabbed a napkin to quickly wipe the greasy residue from my mouth, hailed a taxi, and sped towards Luo Xiaoyan's apartment...

Just as I got in the car, the phone rang again. I almost cried when I saw it; it was the security guard calling. He still kept his voice low: "Target spotted..."

Damn it, I didn't ask you to report this time! Are you addicted to information fees or what?

Luo Xiaoyan was indeed home. This time, she opened the door for me without me pretending to be a delivery person. Luo Xiaoyan was wearing a dark white casual home outfit, her loosely styled hair making her slender figure even more graceful and striking. Seeing me, she simply smiled faintly and said, "Come in."

As soon as I sat down, I saw a huge pile of food on the coffee table. Luo Xiaoyan then opened each of the various food bags on the coffee table, taking out the contents as she said to me, "I just went to the supermarket to buy this. Would you like to fill your stomach first?"

Then the coffee table was piled high with all sorts of cookies, desserts, braised chicken wings, fried dumplings...

and I immediately broke out in a cold sweat. This was so embarrassing! Sister Yanzi, even if I had a seven-fork stomach, I couldn't eat anymore!

"I..."

I was really about to cry.

"Are you hungry? Then you eat first. I love watching you wolf down your food."

Luo Xiaoyan's face brightened as she spoke.

"Boo-hoo—"

I... I fucking let out a burp!

"What's wrong?"

Luo Xiaoyan looked at me in confusion.

"I...I want to eat you first!" Without saying a

word, I pounced on Luo Xiaoyan, picked her up, cupped her face, and pressed my lips against hers...

Caught off guard, Luo Xiaoyan hadn't even had time to speak before my lips were blocked and bitten.

"Mmm,"

Luo Xiaoyan struggled slightly, having already started to intertwine our wet tongues and suck on each other, but after a while, she suddenly seemed to realize something, twisting her body as if trying to break free from my sucking, muttering, "Wait...wait!"

"What's wrong?"

I couldn't help but release Luo Xiaoyan's lips.

"What's wrong? I'm asking you."

Luo Xiaoyan then looked at me solemnly, "I'm asking you, what...what does your mouth taste like?"

"Wh...what does it taste like?"

Ning Zhufu dared not be smug anymore, holding his breath, his voice trembling.

"Hmph! Such a strong smell of alcohol, and... and what's that oily smell?"

Luo Xiaoyan finally snapped out of her daze and punched me. "You... you lied! You said you hadn't eaten, but you just ate and drank!"

Oh no, I messed up!

"I..."

My next move to feign pitifulness was a cheeky grin, something I knew very well. So I chuckled and quickly pulled Luo Xiaoyan into my arms again. "Who told you not to see me?"

Luo Xiaoyan then started pounding me with her fists like raindrops, but couldn't help but chuckle. "You're so naughty, so naughty, so naughty! You made me worry about you for nothing."

For the first time, Luo Xiaoyan acted like a little woman, so sweetly. I was deeply moved and couldn't help but hug her tightly and kiss her passionately. Luo Xiaoyan's saliva was fragrant and sweet, but in my mouth it turned into an indescribable bitterness...

I could only hold Luo Xiaoyan tightly to resist this bitterness that almost brought me to tears.

Luo Xiaoyan's breathing gradually quickened. Her full, firm breasts clung to me through her clothes, allowing me to clearly feel two erect nipples...

This instantly made my blood surge, and emboldened by the alcohol, I felt a stirring within me. I couldn't help but reach under Luo Xiaoyan's clothes, my hand moving upwards. Sure enough, there was no fabric covering her, and her smooth, soft breasts filled my senses.

"No... don't do this, Brother Nan... let's not do this..."

Luo Xiaoyan began to pull my hand away, trying to stop me, while murmuring softly. Soon, she suddenly began to sob.

"What's wrong, Xiaoyan? What's wrong, Xiaoyan? I know something must be wrong. Tell me, okay? Why have you been avoiding me? Tell me, okay?"

I removed my hand from Luo Xiaoyan's clothes and cupped her face in my hands. In just a moment, her beautiful face had transformed from a girl's coquettishness to a poignant sorrow.

“We…”

Luo Xiaoyan’s tears streamed down her cheeks like broken pearls. “Can’t we stop going on like this?”

“Why? I won’t agree until I know why.”

“I…I can’t take it anymore! I can’t take this anymore.”

Luo Xiaoyan shook her head and suddenly burst into tears.

“Don’t be afraid, Xiaoyan, please tell me what’s wrong.”

Luo Xiaoyan’s shoulders were shaking. I picked up a wet wipe from the coffee table and wiped her tears. Luo Xiaoyan tried to calm herself down. After a while, when her breathing was more even, she lowered her head and said to me in a voice as soft as a mosquito’s buzz, “Brother Nan, I have a question for you.”

“Hmm, go ahead.”

“If…”

Luo Xiaoyan seemed to hesitate.

“Don’t be afraid, Xiaoyan, tell me.”

“If…”

Luo Xiaoyan took a deep breath, as if she had made a huge decision, her voice still trembling with tears, “If I’m not clean, will you… will you still want me?”

Oh my god, my dear Xiaoyan, you finally said it! Your brother Nan has been waiting for this day for so long…

“Yes! Yes!”

I leaned in and kissed Luo Xiaoyan’s eyes to emphasize my answer. “I’ll tell you again, my dear, your body is the cleanest in my heart. Always.”

“No, no, it’s not clean.”

Luo Xiaoyan shook her head.

“Really, Xiaoyan, I understand what you mean. Haven’t I had relationships with other women too?”

“It’s different. Sister-in-law is your wife. You have feelings for each other.”

Luo Xiaoyan murmured. Hearing Luo Xiaoyan’s naive answer, I suddenly felt a deep sense of guilt.

"It's alright, Xiaoyan. I don't know what to say, but no matter what, I can tell you how pure you are in my heart!"

"Wah!"

Suddenly, Luo Xiaoyan burst into tears. "I'm so scared, Brother Nan, hold me, hold me, I'm so scared. I dream about him every night, I'm so scared—"

"What's wrong, Xiaoyan?"

I quickly pulled Luo Xiaoyan into my arms. "Who are you dreaming about? What happened to him?"

"My brother!"

Luo Xiaoyan trembled uncontrollably in my arms.

"Your brother? You have a brother?"

I thought Luo Xiaoyan was referring to Boss Qiu... but now I immediately remembered Boss Qiu mentioning her half-brother!

“Yes.”

“What happened to him?”

“He…he…raped me!”

“Huh?”

For two seconds, I found myself frozen, then I pulled Luo Xiaoyan up. “What…when?”

“Many years ago. Since then, I’ve dreamed about that scene almost every day! I’m so scared of Brother Nan. Why, why am I always destined to be with him? Why is he my brother?”

“You…you only have one brother? He’s your half-brother, right?”

My body began to tremble…

“Yes…”

Luo Xiaoyan looked at me in fear. “How…how did you know?”

I understood everything—the brother Luo Xiaoyan was saving at the cost of almost selling herself was also a terrible devil who had hurt her so badly! I hugged Luo Xiaoyan tightly again. I knew I was holding not only a pure and beautiful swallow, but also a woman of such greatness!

The moment I held Luo Xiaoyan in my arms, my tears flowed like a tide…

Los Angeles.

Ning Hui’s trip to America was nearing its end. That day, since the entire delegation's official business had concluded, the dozen or so members planned a celebratory dinner

at a Taiwanese-owned restaurant. The delegation had brought some Moutai (a type of Chinese liquor) to drink, but Victor said there was a prohibition on alcohol in the restaurant. This displeased the leader of the delegation from the European and American branch, who was also the head of the delegation. He demanded that Victor find the owner and tell him they absolutely had to drink Moutai there. "What's wrong with us mainlanders these days?" he asked.

Seeing the Taiwanese owner's predicament, the delegation leader boldly offered a suggestion: "Why don't you close the restaurant now? We'll book the whole place." The Taiwanese owner pointed to the Americans still dining and said, "There are still people eating here; we can't just ask them to leave." Unexpectedly, the delegation leader said, "How about we give each person at each table $200 to settle this?"

Wow, that worked! The Americans beamed with joy, took their $200, and happily left.

Now, the Moutai could be enjoyed in peace.

The entire restaurant was practically empty except for the three members of the inspection team. President Wang, the leaders of the Oumeizhi delegation, several high-ranking government officials, and business representatives sat in a private room. Ning Hui was originally seated at another table outside, but Oumeizhi called her into the room, saying her leader had specifically requested her to accompany them.

Upon entering, Ning Hui was stunned—there were at least five or six bottles of Moutai on the table!

A few days ago, Ning Hui unexpectedly received a text message from Sister Tang saying that President Wang had recently undergone surgery and was recovering, and the doctor had specifically instructed him not to drink alcohol. She asked Ning Hui to remind President Wang to drink less during social events. Seeing this scene, Ning Hui subconsciously glanced at the Moutai, then at the seemingly calm President Wang, and her heart tightened.

During the meal, these officials drank Moutai one glass after another, like it was free mineral water. Ning Hui began by politely toasting the leaders and officials. After a few drinks, Ning Hui was already quite drunk, her face flushed and her body slightly tipsy.

Before long, the bottles of Moutai on the table were almost empty, and General Manager Wang began to decline, refusing to drink anymore. However, the leaders of Oumeizhi seemed to be deliberately picking on him, insisting that he drink more. Since many of those present were company managers or business associates, people they couldn't afford to offend, General Manager Wang had no choice but to reluctantly continue. Ning Hui was initially just secretly anxious, but later, unable to bear seeing him like this, and knowing about General Manager Wang's health condition and Tang Jie's request, she suddenly found the courage to stand up, pick up her glass, and walk to the leaders of Oumeizhi. "Director Chen, General Manager Wang isn't feeling well and really can't drink anymore. How about this, I'll drink the rest for him, okay?"

"Xiao Ning!"

General Manager Wang was surprised by Ning Hui's sudden move.

"Hehehe,"

Director Chen, the leader of the European and American branch unit, grinned, "President Wang's subordinate is not only beautiful, but also so sensible. How about this, Xiao Ning, you drink a toast with everyone here, and I'll spare your President Wang."

Ning Hui glanced around; if everyone drank, there would be five large cups, almost half a jin (250ml). Ning Hui bit her lip: "Then Director Chen has to keep his word!" "

Okay, it's a deal, but,"

Director Chen suddenly chuckled lewdly, "there's a condition: Xiao Ning has to drink a toast with everyone she drinks with."

"No way, no way, how can a young girl like Xiao Ning drink so much?"

President Wang quickly stood up and argued with Director Chen.

"President Wang, are you not giving me face?"

Director Chen glanced at President Wang, his words carrying a threatening tone.

"I'll drink! Let's drink together!"

Ning Hui didn't even look at President Wang. She picked up the bottle, filled her glass, and went to Director Chen first. She then crossed her arms with Director Chen's, holding the glass in a toasting motion, and downed the full glass in one gulp!

As Director Chen drank, he deliberately leaned close to Ning Hui, his arm intentionally wrapped firmly around her chest.

After Ning Hui finished the last of her five glasses, she felt dizzy and instantly lost consciousness…

When she awoke, Ning Hui found herself dizzy in a hotel elevator, someone supporting her, and a voice kept saying, "Xiao Ning, I'm so sorry about today…"

Ning Hui recognized President Wang's voice.

What to do? Before Ning Hui could figure out what to do, her legs went weak, and she leaned into President Wang's arms…

Chapter 64: Table, Roller Coaster, Photo

Ning Hui leaned against President Wang, not in a flirtatious way, but truly tormented by the national liquor. Moutai is good, but it depends on who you're with. For my wife, it's probably no different from Erguotou—just high alcohol content.

The Moutai-red hue on Ning Hui's face hadn't completely faded, her flushed cheeks giving her a unique and charming appearance. Dizzy, Ning Hui tried to support herself, but her body, already weakened by the Moutai, was limp and powerless. Her consciousness was already blurring, and the peculiar magnetism and scent of President Wang's body, so familiar and intoxicating, emanated a magic no less potent than Moutai, tightly gripping her…

President Wang, taking advantage of the situation, supported Ning Hui, one hand, whether consciously or unconsciously, resting on her waist—the saying goes, "Men don't touch heads, women don't touch waists"—but it also depends on the woman. Ning Hui is Ning Zhufu's wife, but in front of President Wang?

She's someone else's Hui'er…

President Wang's face at this moment has two expressions: affection and guilt. The guilt is the kind where he couldn't even protect his own woman.

Luckily, there was no one in the elevator, otherwise, given the language barrier, it would be difficult to explain to the American people that this public place between men and women, while not exactly a scene of lovers, was still undeniably ambiguous.

Ning Hui didn't know how she got out of the elevator, or which floor she exited on; she only felt President Wang practically dragging her limp body towards the hotel room, his chest as broad and imposing as a mountain. Ning Hui desperately clung to the last vestiges of consciousness until… until they reached the room door, and Ning Hui saw the room number—it was her room. Only then did Ning Hui let out a long sigh of relief, and then completely lost consciousness…

Ning Hui's room key was in her small bag; finding it was a piece of cake for President Wang, a former reconnaissance soldier.

Ning Hui regained consciousness an unknown amount of time before a suffocating feeling of wanting to vomit but being unable to did so washed over her, like a fishbone stuck in her throat. Then, a strange sensation swept over her, a feeling as heavy and powerless as falling into water, yet as ethereal and adrift as smoke. Ning Hui felt her body transforming into a delicate and alluring dewdrop, like an autumn leaf dancing in the air, a dance that brought an indescribable sense of etherealness and comfort to her body.

The dancing dewdrop finally dripped onto a huge, towering rock, and then the dewdrop grew into a blade of grass on it—thus, the grass and the rock formed a scene so beautiful it could bring tears to one's eyes: the rock was 30,000 feet above the ground, the grass surrounded by drifting clouds, layered mountains, and boundless beauty…

Gradually, Ning Hui felt the source of the dew's moisture clearly flowing from a certain most secret part of her body. When Ning Hui realized that it was the dreamlike vision of the grass and the rock that had made her legs wet, she couldn't help but feel a slight spasm between her legs and a jolt of surprise. This surprise was no small matter, instantly waking Ning Hui from this damned Maotai intoxication!

Ning Hui found herself lying in bed, covered with a thin blanket. Still dazed and shaken, she instinctively touched her body—under the blanket, from head to toe, she was still wearing the same clothes she'd worn to the banquet, exactly as she'd put them on, perfectly intact…

Ning Hui then calmed herself and looked around the room. The bedside lamp emitted a dim light, and on the bedside table sat a glass of water that seemed to have been partially drunk from, along with her own washcloth. Ou Meizhi's bed next to her was still empty—undoubtedly, that woman was most likely in Director Chen's bed right now.

And in the corner of the room, a person was reclining fully clothed in a chair, from which soft snoring could be heard…

Ning Hui's heart skipped a beat—and then she suddenly realized, the sleeping person was none other than a rock.

But this rock, faced with the dew so close yet so far, chose an unbelievable kind of waiting in this situation—a waiting as

virtuous as Liu Xiahui's—as if Mr. Wang had abandoned the grass, perhaps because he saw the scenery of the dew and the rock as more beautiful: gazing at each other, seemingly close yet distant… Ning Hui understood that Mr. Wang had been guarding the room like a rock because he was afraid something might happen to her since she was drunk and unconscious, and was now fast asleep. A warmth welled up in Ning Hui's heart, an indescribable feeling rising within her. For a moment, she wondered if this rock was being foolish, whether it was better to be like the dew gazing at each other, or like the grass connected to each other?

That was the question.

Ning Hui, her heart rippled, lingered on the bed for a while, then reached into her bag on the bedside table for her phone—partly out of instinct to check the time, and partly because she knew her husband would send her a text message every day, a greeting from across the ocean.

Sure enough, Ning Hui saw several text messages from her husband, Ning Zhufu: "What are you doing, honey?"

"Huh, why are you so quiet? Are you smitten with some handsome American guy... Hahaha, that's great! But take it easy, honey, you know what foreigners are like!"

"Are you busy, honey? Where did you go?"

"What's wrong, honey? Why aren't you replying to my texts?"...

Ning Hui checked the time; it was already past midnight, and she had slept for almost several hours. During this trip to America, her husband had always replied to her texts promptly—but seeing these increasingly urgent messages, Ning Hui immediately imagined her husband's frantic state.

Ning Hui quickly replied with a text message: "I'm sorry, honey. I had a company dinner tonight and got drunk. I just woke up and saw your message. What American handsome guy? What nonsense are you talking about?"

Just as Ning Hui finished sending the message, Mr. Wang's voice suddenly came from beside her: "Xiao Ning, you're awake?"

"Ah, I'm sorry, Mr. Wang, I woke you up."

Ning Hui responded instinctively, not even putting down her phone.

Mr. Wang just smiled faintly, a hint of bitterness in his expression: "I'm the one who should apologize today for making you drink so much."

"It's...it's okay..."

Ning Hui paused, lowered her eyes, and swallowed the rest of her words.

Ning Hui swallowed back her words: "You're not feeling well..."

Before Mr. Wang could say anything more, her husband's text message came back: "Hahaha, I thought my wife was with some handsome foreign guy... Hehe, how much did you drink, wife? I want to call now to hear your voice!"

Ning Hui looked at the text message, then at Mr. Wang in the room, and couldn't help but look embarrassed. After a while, she bit her lip and sent the text message again: "Honey, it's early morning in the US now. The person I share a room with is asleep. I'm afraid of disturbing them if I call. How about I call tomorrow?"

Mr. Wang had already stood up by this time. He seemed to have noticed Ning Hui's expression and said after she finished sending the text message: "How are you feeling now? Are you still feeling unwell? You almost threw up just now."

"Oh, I'm much better now... I'm fine."

Ning Hui replied softly, still with her eyelids drooping.

"Then, then I'll go back to my room."

Mr. Wang spread his hands, making a gesture to leave, but his voice was unexpectedly soft.

"Hmm..."

Ning Huiyi paused for a moment before biting her lip and saying, "Okay, Mr. Wang, goodnight."

After saying that, Ning Huiyi tried to get up from the bed to see him off, but she still felt dizzy and couldn't get up smoothly.

Seeing this, Mr. Wang quickly stopped her, "Don't get up, don't get up, get some rest."

Then he tried his best to smile easily, "Now, it's time to say good morning, isn't it?"

But besides the tenderness, that smile also carried a deep sense of loss—though one cannot deny that Wang Yingxiong's loss today was dignified, elegant… Just

as Mr. Wang left, Ning's text message arrived: “Okay, wife, did you drink so much today? Are you crazy? Is there anything else?”

Ning Hui stared at Mr. Wang's disappearing figure, then at her husband's text message, stunned for a long time. After a while, she wrote three words in reply: “Husband, I love you!”

Oh, wrong, including “husband,” it's five words, haha…

Oh. Ren Su said that humanity shines in inhuman environments…

If Xiao Yanzi sold herself to save her brother, I only felt the greatness of family love. If she sold herself to save a devil, I can only say that Xiao Yanzi radiated a humanity that transcended all social status, shining in an inhuman way—the so-called boundless love and compassion for all humanity.

Though I complain about fate, I don't blame others—when I held Luo Xiaoyan, who was sobbing in my arms, I felt that I was holding a beautiful, heart-stirring angel who didn't complain about fate.

Please forgive my sentimentality; I assure Chairman Mao, Ning Zhufu's emotional outburst this time was genuine.

The situation at Xiaoyan's apartment that day was like this: when Luo Xiaoyan looked at me with fear and asked how I knew she had a half-brother, I knew the moment of truth had finally arrived.

I held Luo Xiaoyan with all my might, smiling at her with tearful eyes, trying to convey all the warmth I could offer—I wanted her to know that there are not only devils like her brother among men, but also good men like Ning Zhufu.

Actually, at that moment, I knew that whether Ning Zhufu, as a married man, was morally or immorally embracing an unmarried young woman was no longer important. What mattered was that Luo Xiaoyan had fallen in love with Ning Zhufu, and confiding her heartache to the one she loved was not something to be condemned.

I deeply felt the emotions Luo Xiaoyan harbored for Ning Zhufu; though tinged with helplessness, they were so vivid, real, and tangible.

That day, I tried to calm Luo Xiaoyan down. I was conflicted about whether to tell her I knew about her affair with Boss Qiu. I wasn't sure if Luo Xiaoyan would be overwhelmed and lose control if she knew.

Because in Luo Xiaoyan's eyes, it was such an unacceptable sin to the person she loved. In Luo Xiaoyan's pure heart, untouched by Ning Zhufu's messy theories of cuckoldry, sleeping with another man, especially in a way that was tantamount to prostitution, I wasn't sure how the innocent Luo Xiaoyan would react when she learned the truth about the person she loved.

But Luo Xiaoyan kept asking me how I knew about her brother's situation. From her expression, it seemed she had already sensed something.

Not telling is hurtful, telling is also hurtful. Fine, if both are hurtful, I've decided to hurt with the truth; it's better than hurting with lies.

So, I took a deep breath—enough to fill half the room with air—and looked at Luo Xiaoyan with eyes full of affection, saying, "Give me your hand."

Luo Xiaoyan returned my gaze, still glistening with tears—the clearest eyes I'd ever seen. Then, she extended her perfectly knuckled hand to me.

"No matter what I say, please, promise me, that these hands will always be in my grasp. You won't leave me, okay?"

I said tenderly and affectionately.

Luo Xiaoyan seemed to sense an ominous feeling in my words; her eyes began to look fearful and helpless…

"Don't be afraid, darling, it's alright. Promise me and I'll tell you,"

I said firmly.

Luo Xiaoyan thought for a moment, then slowly nodded, "I promise you."

So, I held Luo Xiaoyan's hand tightly and recounted the story of Boss Qiu, Ning Zhufu, and Xiaoyanzi, including how I learned from Boss Qiu that she slept with him to repay him for saving her brother. The only thing I concealed was the scene in his villa where Boss Qiu asked me to spy on him and Luo Xiaoyan making love.

I stared into Luo Xiaoyan's beautiful eyes as I finished the story, and then a suffocating silence filled the room. But I knew this silence was just the calm before the storm, because I could feel Luo Xiaoyan's hands had turned icy cold and were trembling uncontrollably.

Surprisingly, the storm didn't come, or perhaps Luo Xiaoyan was simply desperately suppressing it within herself; I could sense it from the trembling that spread from her hands throughout her body.

Luo Xiaoyan glanced at me, gave a sorrowful smile that pierced my heart like a hammer blow, then turned her gaze away, her voice trembling uncontrollably, and said, "Since you know everything, you should leave. Let's never see each other again."

Luo Xiaoyan tried to pull her hand away from mine, but I held it tightly, preventing her from moving. "You promised me you wouldn't leave me!"

Luo Xiaoyan shook her head helplessly, her lips twitching slightly. "Is that possible?"

"Why not?"

I quickly said. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead."

"Your brother hurt you so much, why did you still save him?"

I had to know the reason.

Luo Xiaoyan slowly turned her head to look at me: "I can't bear to see my mother heartbroken. She loves her son so much. If her son is ruined, how will my mother live the rest of her life?"

I was about to speak when Luo Xiaoyan continued calmly, "Besides, he is, after all, my brother."

"Your mother doesn't know the harm your brother has caused you?"

"How could I tell her? If I did, there would only be one outcome: she'd go crazy."

Luo Xiaoyan sighed with a smile tinged with sadness.

"Alright, I've finished asking my questions. Now I need to state my position,"

I paused, trying to make my expression more serious and sincere, "If you only think I'm not as rich as Boss Qiu, I can leave immediately. But your answer just now showed me what a great woman is. I can't, at least not right now, leave you. Okay, I'll handle Boss Qiu. I can make him end this relationship with you. Trust me."

I held Luo Xiaoyan's hand tightly, thinking that my words would give her the courage to face the situation.

Unexpectedly, Luo Xiaoyan remained silent for a while before giving me a reply that left me speechless for a long time: "You're wrong. Right now... I don't intend to leave him."

"Why?"

I asked, staring at Ning Hui's narrowed eyes like drum bells.

"I owe Boss Qiu too much. I don't like the feeling of owing others,"

Luo Xiaoyan said firmly. ...

The second day after the tour group's dinner was Ning Hui's last day in the United States.

The daytime was free time. President Wang asked Ning Hui to accompany him shopping early on, and to pick up some gifts for relatives and friends.

Of course, Ning Hui was also planning to buy a gift for her husband during this trip abroad. The tour group had been packed with official business, and there hadn't been a chance to properly go shopping.

Although President Wang seemed to have aged a lot overnight, when he went out with Ning Hui, he seemed to have regained his usual cheerfulness. He said that he was a grown man and couldn't buy things, and didn't understand the tastes and fashions of young people. He asked Ning Hui to help him with some advice, especially on what gifts to buy for his wife, Sister Tang.

Ning Hui was naturally very enthusiastic when she heard that she was going to bring a gift for Sister Tang. She suggested a Chanel bag to Mr. Wang, who said he wanted to buy one for her too. Ning Hui firmly refused, playfully joking that if Mr. Wang insisted, she would abandon him on the street and see how he, with his limited ABC English, would find his way back.

Mr. Wang didn't insist, just laughed heartily and chatted naturally with Ning Hui. This was the most enjoyable day Ning Hui and Mr. Wang had ever spent together.

Ning Hui thoughtfully bought gifts for her parents, her husband's parents, and all the relatives and friends she could think of, as well as her close friends like Zeng Meimei. The only thing missing was a gift for her husband.

Finally, Ning Hui decided to buy him a watch—after all, her husband was a minor celebrity in the local cultural scene, and he needed something to show off his status and class.

In a luxury watch store, Ning Hui began browsing. Fortunately, the saleswoman at the store was a Chinese-American woman who spoke fluent Mandarin with a Taiwanese accent. While Ning Hui was engrossed in browsing the various watches at another counter, Mr. Wang, taking advantage of Ning Hui's inattention, pulled the saleswoman aside and whispered something to her, seemingly giving her instructions. The saleswoman nodded repeatedly in understanding.

A short while later, Ning Hui took a liking to an Omega watch, priced at a little over 10,000 RMB. Ning Hui thought it was quite reasonable and prepared to buy it.

At this moment, Mr. Wang spoke up with a grin: "Little Ning, are you buying this for your husband? I have to give you some advice on men's things. From a man's perspective,"

Mr. Wang said, pointing to another watch in the display case, "this one, also an Omega, better reflects a man's prestige."

Then the saleswoman began to enthusiastically agree, praising the watch to its best advantage.

Seeing that the other watch was indeed more luxurious and exquisite in appearance, and with Mr. Wang and the salesperson enthusiastically recommending it, Ning Hui quickly asked about the price. The salesperson confirmed that it was only 15,000 RMB, just over 2,000 more than the one Ning Hui had chosen earlier. This made Ning Hui immediately decide to buy the one recommended by Mr. Wang.

Ning Hui then swiped her card to pay and happily took the watch away. As

Ning Hui and Mr. Wang left the store, the saleswoman placed the actual price tag of the watch next to the display model, which read: 15,000 USD! In other words, our lovely Hui'er bought her husband, Ning's husband, a 15,000 USD Omega watch in the US for 15,000 RMB. With a morning of shopping over, what to do with the rest of the afternoon? Mr. Wang, always eager to relax, suggested that Ning Hui ask around for amusement parks to relax at. Since this trip to the US couldn't just be about meeting businessmen and officials, it also had to involve immersing oneself in the lives of ordinary Americans. So Ning Hui took Mr. Wang to an amusement park on the outskirts of the city for some fun and relaxation. Mr. Wang, ever the child at heart, bought a huge bag of popcorn and cola, and he and Ning Hui wandered around the amusement park like kids. These American amusement parks weren't much different from those in China; they had all the usual rides, like, what's that? Roller coasters! Yes, roller coasters! Seeing the roller coaster hurtling and tumbling in the distance, Mr. Wang suddenly seemed to remember something and pointed at it to Ning Hui: "Xiao Ning, have you ever ridden one? Dare to try?" Perhaps because she was so happy with the gifts she and her husband had bought that day, Ning Hui's naturally fearless spirit kicked in: "Hehe, what's there to be afraid of! I've never ridden one before!" Suddenly, as if remembering something, Ning Hui added, "Mr. Wang, you really want to ride it? Are you physically capable?" "Hehehe," Mr. Wang laughed heartily, thinking, "You underestimate me!" "I don't even want to know what I used to do." He was a reconnaissance soldier. After saying this, Mr. Wang immediately grabbed Ning Hui's shoulder and rushed towards the roller coaster. Buying tickets, entering, boarding, fastening safety equipment… This roller coaster, strangely enough, had side-by-side double seats! This left Ning Hui and Mr. Wang with no choice but to sit together naturally. However, when a dark-skinned, chubby, and seemingly simple-minded safety officer came to check the safety equipment, seeing two Asian people of such vastly different ages sitting together, and the woman being so petite and charming, he couldn't help but mutter something. Mr. Wang, of course, didn't understand and quickly asked Ning Hui what the American was muttering. Did they not pay for the ride? Ning Hui laughed and said, "He's asking what the relationship is between these two." Unexpectedly, Boss Wang made a face at the big, dark-skinned guy and shouted, "He, daughter!" This outburst stunned the big guy, his eyes filled with an expression of utter bewilderment, almost to the point of collapse. Boss Wang chuckled at the big guy's expression: "Hehe, look how dumb he is! Why does he look so silly?" "Giggle, giggle!" Ning Hui couldn't hold back anymore and laughed so hard she almost broke off her legs: "You're the dumb one! A woman's 'she' isn't 'he,' it's 'she'—" As Ning Hui uttered the final "she," the roller coaster slid, accelerated, and instantly sped along the track towards its speed limit. "Wow—" Accompanying the roller coaster's whoosh was Ning Hui's piercing scream, cutting through the wind. Ning Hui tightly closed her eyes, savoring the thrill of the speed. Her hands instinctively reached for something, wanting to grasp a solid support in this fleeting rush . Suddenly… Ning Hui felt a strong man's hand reach out at just the right moment! Without hesitation, Ning Hui grabbed that hand, their fingers intertwining tightly! Then, her body swayed and lurched with the roller coaster. As her body leaned towards that hand, Ning Hui felt herself pressed against a solid rock. The rock seemed to possess a tremendous suction force, preventing her from leaving. At that moment, Ning Hui felt not only her body flying, but also that rock that had grown at 30,000 feet in her dreams. Stone, and her heart soared with her! Suddenly, Ning Hui couldn't help but tilt her head, raise her head, and extend her lips. The lips of the rock beside her, perhaps already waiting, perfectly met Ning Hui's… In the howling wind, in the speed and passion of a foreign land, under the dumbfounded gaze of the big black man, Ning Hui and her hero finally met, their lips touching, 30,000 feet above the ground—no, 300 feet above the ground… That night, Ning Hui was packing her things in her hotel room, chatting casually with Ou Meizhi. This woman, no matter how out of place, always manages to find something to talk about—family matters, fashion, beauty, and so on. While they were discussing the gifts they had bought, Ning Hui suddenly received a text message. Opening it, she chuckled—her wife's little lover had joined the fun. "Sister Ning Hui, aren't you coming back yet? I miss you so much!" "Hehe, what are you doing?" Ning Hui replied to Zeng Beifang's text message while chatting with Ou Meizhi. "Still sleeping in, in bed." "Ning Hui, I really miss you." It was a weekend morning in China. "What do you miss?" Women are always a little coquettish in front of their lovers, and Ning Hui naturally teased her younger brother Zeng. "Okay, sister, I'll show you what I miss!" Ning Hui didn't know what Zeng Beifang was up to, and was waiting to find out, but for some reason, Ou Meizhi's conversation turned to matters of love and sex.

"Hey, Hui, how are things between you and your husband, um, how many times a week?"

"Um,"

Ning Hui chuckled, seeing that Ou Meizhi seemed a bit caught off guard by the topic, "It's alright, two or three times a week."

"Oh,"

Ou Meizhi exclaimed, "When my husband and I were your age, we did it every day!"

"Hehe,"

Ning Hui didn't know how to answer, and just kept chuckling.

"You and your husband, do you always reach...?"

"Reach what?"

Ning Hui actually knew what Ou Meizhi wanted to ask from the question's wording.

"Reach orgasm?"

"It's alright."

Ning Hui then smiled, trying to brush it off.

At this moment, Zeng Beifang's text message came in again. Ning Hui looked at it and was so shocked that her mouth gaped open for a long time, then she subconsciously glanced at Ou Meizhi and quickly closed her phone.

It turned out that Zeng Beifang had sent a picture via MMS, a picture of his erect penis.

Then Zeng Beifang sent another text message: "Look, Ning Hui, the picture I just took is all about missing you. Now you know how much I miss you."

Ning Hui looked at that familiar and beautiful penis, the treasure of the man who had brought her countless joys, and felt her cheeks burning. She smiled knowingly and was about to send a sweet and coquettish reply when Ou Meizhi suddenly asked a question.

Ning Hui's cheeks burned instantly, and she felt unsure how to answer.

Ou Meizhi asked, "Hui, besides your husband, have you ever been with any other men?"

"Oh,"

Ning Hui stammered, and hurriedly answered in a flustered manner, "No...no."

"Hehe, with your husband, this was your first time, right?"

"Yes."

"Then, you haven't been with any other men since you got married?"

Now Ning Hui was really conflicted. She was holding a picture of her lover's penis in her hands, and she had to say that she had only been with her husband?

"Um, no... never."

Ning Hui bit her lip, steeling herself to answer, then found it funny, feeling awkward like a child who had done something wrong, her face turning red to her ears.

"Hehe, I'm telling you, Hui, life is short, don't make it so hard on yourself. Look how good your boss Wang is to you."

"Don't talk nonsense."

Ning Hui instinctively responded immediately.

"Okay, pretend I didn't say anything,"

Ou Meizhi said, making a face at Ning Hui, then with a flirtatious air, she swayed out the door.

That's right, she went to her boss's room to serve him in bed.

After walking around for a while, Ning Hui finally calmed down from her earlier embarrassment. She then couldn't help but take out a photo of Zeng Beifang's penis—the erect penis in the photo was indeed beautiful. Ning Hui could clearly feel the youthful energy and fullness it exuded within her body. Looking at that beautiful penis, Ning Hui suddenly felt an urge to kiss it. Then, she gradually felt her breathing quicken, her body heat up, and a wetness seemed to spread from between her legs. Ning Hui involuntarily closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if trying to truly savor and feel the sensation of a man's penis pounding inside her.

Unexpectedly, when Ning Hui closed her eyes, the image of another man appeared in her mind—not Ning Hui's husband, not Zeng Beifang—but President Wang!

Looking at her lover's penis, yet thinking of her former lover, why did this feeling have such an intoxicating, forbidden thrill…

At this moment, Ning Hui closed her eyes, her whole body filled with the feeling of passionately kissing a rock on a roller coaster as it hurtled through the air.

Just as Ning Hui was in a daze, her phone received another text message. She opened it and saw it was from President Wang: "Xiao Ning, are you asleep?"

Ning Hui immediately understood; it was a call that connected grass and rocks—and the scene of grass leaning against rocks in her drunken dream was so intoxicating.

Ning Hui felt as if the blood in her body had stopped flowing…

Ning Hui silently got up, and like a European branch, tousled herself, then followed the same path as her out the door.

Ning Hui herself didn't know how she got to Mr. Wang's room. It seemed an irresistible force was pulling her. Just as her hand was about to touch the door, she froze for a full half-minute, as if jolted awake, before her hand slipped down. With her head down, she left Mr. Wang's room with lighter steps than before, sending him a text message as she walked: "I'm going to sleep, Mr. Wang, goodnight."

Then she texted her husband, Ning Zhufu: "Honey, what are you doing? Can you call me? I want to hear your voice."... (Chapter 65,

May 31 : When the North Meets Lu Gong ) Ning Hui texted both her hero, Wang Yingxiong, and her husband almost simultaneously. Mr. Wang replied quickly: "Okay, Xiao Ning, get some rest, goodnight." Meanwhile, Ning Zhufu, whose wife was already burning with anxiety about whether to have sex with her old flame, suddenly disappeared! Ning Hui had been waiting in her room for a long time without any sign of him, which only made her already restless mind even more unsettled. She aimlessly watched TV for a while, then flipped through the Los Angeles Times she'd bought on the street that day. Feeling a bit tired, she lay down on the bed. Unexpectedly, the moment she closed her eyes, the image of Mr. Wang kept flashing through her mind… Ning Hui quickly opened her eyes. Despite the air conditioning being on, she felt a surge of panic, her heart pounding, her body burning, and fine beads of sweat forming on her forehead. Ning Hui felt she couldn't wait any longer. To avoid having that haunting face constantly on her mind when she closed her eyes, the only antidote at this moment was her husband's voice. Unable to wait any longer, Ning Hui picked up the phone and dialed her husband's number. The call connected smoothly, and after a moment, Ning Zhufu answered, his voice coming from across the Pacific: "Hehe, honey, I just saw your text message and was just about to call you. I stayed up late writing last night and only just woke up." "Oh," hearing Ning Zhufu's voice, Ning Hui felt a sudden sense of relief, as if her thoughts, which had been floating in the air, had returned to Earth, back to—the Ning Mansion! These past ten days, adrift in the United States, had begun to maximize her homesickness, and Ning Hui felt genuinely longing for home—Ning Zhufu's voice, echoing the sounds of the Ning Mansion, instantly gave Ning Hui a familiar sense of security, as secure as sleeping on the two-meter-wide bed in the Ning Mansion, as secure as resting her head on Ning Zhufu's not-so-robust chest. Ning Hui composed herself, then poured all her tenderness into her husband's ears through the phone's current: "Honey, I really want to hear your voice." "Haha, America isn't as fun as home, is it? Aren't you flying back tomorrow? Missing your husband so much, huh?" "Yeah, right now I just miss you. I want to hear your voice." "Tch, you only miss your husband's voice, nothing else?" Ning Hui started teasing her. "You're naughty!"

Ning Hui loved Ning Zhufu's way of speaking, and a gentle, babbling smile bloomed on her face.

This smile, besides being as beautiful as ever, was also so serene…

The next evening, Ning Hui and her delegation flew back to China from Los Angeles.

Several high-ranking officials in the delegation, including Director Chen and General Manager Wang, traveled in business class, while Ning Hui and the other members were only allowed economy class according to regulations.

Ning Hui happened to be seated in a window seat in one of the two rows on the side, next to an older member of the delegation surnamed Ma. Apparently, this Mr. Ma was a low-ranking civil servant nearing retirement, and this trip was specially approved for purely recreational purposes; his unit considered it a reward for his lifelong diligent civil service career.

Since it was an evening flight, after a short chat with Mr. Ma, Ning Hui felt a little drowsy and quickly fell asleep in her seat.

Long-haul flights are exhausting, and the cabin became unusually quiet as most people drifted off to sleep…

Ning Hui initially slept soundly for a while, but was soon awakened by the discomfort of sitting for so long. Upon waking, she immediately noticed something unusual: a blanket was now on top of her, and she could hear the soft tapping of a keyboard.

Ning Hui quickly turned her head and was quite surprised: when did Mr. Ma next to her become President Wang! Something was written on his open laptop.

“President Wang…”

Ning Hui quickly bowed, a hint of panic flashing across her face, her stammering words barely audible to herself.

"Oh, Xiao Ning's awake?"

Mr. Wang turned around, his signature hearty smile spreading across his face. "Mr. Ma is older, so business class is more comfortable. I switched seats with him. The cabin's air conditioning is on, and I was worried you might catch a cold if you fell asleep, so I had the flight attendant bring you a blanket." As

soon as Mr. Wang said this, Ning Hui immediately felt the warmth of the blanket reaching her heart. Mr. Wang had unexpectedly become a model of respect for the elderly and care for the young again. Switching seats was respecting the elderly, and covering her with a blanket was showing care for the young.

But what kind of love was this "love for the young"? Everyone on Earth knows.

Although Ning Hui felt a slight touch of emotion, she secretly groaned. There were still ten hours of flight time left. Wasn't the person next to her becoming a rock at 30,000 feet? What should she do? Continue to be a dewdrop, or become the grass clinging to him?

This was truly a question.

Mr. Wang naturally noticed the panic in Ning Hui's expression. Seeing that she didn't show any emotional fluctuation and remained calm and composed, he shut down the computer and continued with an extremely amiable face, "Xiao Ning, our company has gained a lot from this trip to the United States. Several cooperative projects are very promising. You've done a great job! Everyone says that our team's translator, Comrade Xiao Ning, is not only beautiful but also has top-notch professional skills."

"No, no,"

Ning Hui quickly said, shaking her head. Although she heard such praise at any time, hearing it from Mr. Wang made her heart flutter.

"Really, I was just writing a summary report of this trip. Take a look when you're done, see if there's anything to add, and then sign your name and submit it to the company."

"No, no,"

Ning Hui shook her head again, "How can I do this?"

"You're the one who did the most work. With my terrible English, I can't even tell the difference between men and women. Without you, this trip to the United States would have been a waste."

Mr. Wang laughed heartily.

Ning Hui laughed too, recalling the expression on Mr. Wang's face when he pointed at her on the roller coaster, saying he had driven the American guy crazy. Ning Hui's threshold for laughter finally snapped, and she burst out laughing.

This laugh instantly dispelled her sleepiness, and her earlier restraint and panic gradually faded.

"Little Ning, you're an invaluable talent in the company. I think sometime, the company could fund your overseas training to further your studies. With your professional skills, I feel it's a bit of a waste for you to work here."

"Mr. Wang, don't praise me like that,"

Ning Hui said, secretly pleased. Actually, how could a woman resist such praise, especially from the man she admired so much? Ning Hui's natural mischievousness was instantly unleashed, and the humor honed by her husband, Ning, flowed naturally from her lips, "If you keep praising me like this, I feel like I'm not on a plane, but on a spaceship."

"Hehe,"

seeing Ning Hui's emotions gradually relax, Mr. Wang's mood naturally began to soar like a rocket.

Oh no, it's like riding a spaceship.

The two chatted tirelessly. Ning Hui's face, which had been filled with sleepiness, was now filled with smiles. Suddenly, Ning Hui stretched her body to try and loosen her muscles, and the blanket that was half-draped over her slipped to the ground...

Without prior arrangement, both of their hands immediately reached for the blanket, and then, under the chair, on the blanket, their fingertips touched!

Ning Hui instinctively tried to pull her hand away, but the distance she managed to pull away wasn't enough to get her hand out of the range of that large hand that had once held a gun. Like a docile chick, Ning Hui's hand was caught in President Wang's hand...

Ning Hui stared intently ahead, not daring to look at President Wang. Her heart, which had been pounding like a drum, was now pounding like a drum.

Ning Hui felt the hand holding her was as strong as a rock, yet surprisingly gentle. She wondered if Mr. Wang would be this gentle if he were holding a gun…

In that instant, Ning Hui's heart was completely in turmoil. Where was her husband's voice now as a remedy?

Mr. Wang used his other hand to pick up the blanket and cover Ning Hui, while continuing to hold her hand tightly.

Ning Hui's hand in Mr. Wang's hand kept gently struggling to break free…

Suddenly, Ning Hui's body jolted. Her hand, which had been hesitantly roaming in Mr. Wang's hand, was suddenly driven by an instinctive force and sprang away from his grasp!

It turned out that Ning Hui had seen Ou Meizhi, sitting a few rows ahead, walking from the aisle towards the back of the cabin. She was clearly going to the restroom, which meant she would have to pass by Ning Hui and Mr. Wang's seats.

If that woman saw Ning Hui's hand holding Mr. Wang's, the plane's canopy would probably be blown off.

The woman, seeing Mr. Wang, who should have been in business class, sitting next to Ning Hui, started exclaiming, "Oh, Mr. Wang, what brings you here? Looks like Ning was right, Mr. Wang is a real workaholic, even on the plane he wants to talk business with Ning!"

Mr. Wang simply nodded and smiled politely at Ou Meizhi, remaining silent. Ning Hui rolled her eyes at her, annoyed but holding back, and said sullenly, "Mr. Wang was considerate of Mr. Ma's age and switched seats with him, letting him sit in business class."

"Heh,"

Ou Meizhi swayed past, not forgetting to wink and make a face at Ning Hui, as if to say, "Tch, trying to fool a little kid? I don't believe it." After

Ou Meizhi passed by, Ning Hui and Mr. Wang exchanged a glance, then smiled simultaneously.

Mr. Wang's smile never revealed any inner turmoil, while Ning Hui's smile, though tinged with apology, remained as clear as the lake water of Jiuzhaigou.

Who knows when the European and American branches might return from behind the aisle? Besides, the first wave of passengers who had been sleeping on the plane were gradually waking up and starting their nap exercises—some went to the restroom, others stretched their arms and legs. The aisle was becoming busier, so Mr. Wang and Ning Hui didn't dare touch each other's hands. Their hands met like dew on a rock, separated by the seats so close yet never intertwined…

After a moment of silence, Ning Hui suddenly asked, as if she had been holding back for a long time, “Mr. Wang, tell me your battle stories, okay?”

Looking at Ning Hui's fluttering eyes, which could melt any man's heart… The seeds had all melted, forming a uniform crescent moon shape. Mr. Wang slapped his thigh and cheerfully replied, "Great!"

This is my wife's cup of tea. Ning Hui's eyes lit up instantly, and the two of them, tirelessly telling stories and listening attentively, continued their enthusiastic battle tale session…

What followed was a wonderful time for the two of them, deeply moved. For my wife, who has a different taste and enjoys watching films about railway guerrillas, plains guerrillas, and various guerrilla warfare, listening to the legendary battle tales of her idols was like having a passionate, all-consuming lovemaking session with her lover—wasn't that as wonderful as a passionate, intimate lovemaking session?

The problem is, what if you were making love with your hero while listening to his stories?

Wow, that would be twice as wonderful! Imagine, the hero talking about charging the enemy, but his penis is actually charging into his own body. As a woman, wouldn't you be incredibly excited and blissfully happy?

In a sense, it was Mr. Wang's legendary battle stories that opened the doors to Ning Hui's mind and body.

Mr. Wang's heroic tales continued; the plane was now halfway through its journey, over the vast Pacific Ocean…

Suddenly, the previously stable aircraft began to shake violently. It started slightly, then gradually intensified. The flight attendant's voice came over the intercom, announcing that the plane had encountered turbulence and everyone should immediately remain seated and fasten their seatbelts.

The story was interrupted! Ning Hui and Mr. Wang, like all the other passengers, quickly fastened their seatbelts—but the plane's swaying in the air showed no sign of stopping. The turbulence grew increasingly severe, even the overhead luggage compartments rattled and swayed. To Ning Hui, the turbulence seemed as if the plane was about to fall apart.

Ning Hui had little experience flying, and this was the first time she had encountered such severe turbulence. She was immediately terrified, her face paling, and she felt a sudden sense of helplessness, her heart pounding as violently as the plane's swaying.

Suddenly, Ning Hui felt that at this height of 30,000 feet, the immovable rock beside her seemed more reliable than the iron bird swaying in the turbulence. In a split second, almost without time to think, Ning Hui felt her body being pulled by an inexplicable force, heading headlong towards President Wang—no, towards the rock! This time, without President Wang's help, Ning Hui's hands instinctively reached out and tightly embraced him!

President Wang slightly turned, naturally pulling Ning Hui into his arms. He held her hand in one hand and gently patted her shoulder with the other, reassuring her with words of comfort as he looked at her frightened expression: "Don't be afraid. Airplanes encounter turbulence all the time. I encounter it all the time. It's alright."

As he spoke, President Wang didn't forget to give Ning Hui a calm smile.

At this moment, Ning Hui never imagined that at 30,000 feet, the dream of grass and rock so intimately intertwined would unfold so realistically and magically. Ning Hui suddenly wasn't sure if she was dreaming or real. She simply closed her eyes, held her breath, and pressed her trembling heart, already beating at a hundred beats per minute, against Mr. Wang's calm heart, which was only beating at eighty. In an instant, her fear transformed into a strange excitement. Ning Hui buried her head deep in the rock, breathing in the scent that haunted her dreams. For a moment, Ning Hui felt like she wasn't on an airplane, but on a flying rock…

For as long as the plane lurched, Ning Hui held Mr. Wang, and was held in his arms, their embrace lasting for a long time. Mr. Wang's lips uttered words of comfort as he gently stroked Ning Hui's hair… Ning Hui's return kiss seemed to echo the heartbeat of the rocks...

After the plane cleared the turbulence and stabilized, Ning Hui buried her head in Mr. Wang's arms for a long time before coming to her senses. She looked up at him, her face still showing signs of shock. Mr. Wang, seeing this, remained calm and then said something that amused Ning Hui: "Continuing with the battle story, I saw five Vietnamese soldiers surround us..."

Ning Hui burst out laughing: "No, Mr. Wang, you said three Vietnamese soldiers surrounded us!"...

The plane landed on time at the Capital International Airport. The inspection team rested at the airport for a while before transferring to another flight to Ning Hui's city. After another two hours of flight, home was finally near.

Before boarding her connecting flight, Ning Hui called her husband, who asked if she wanted him to pick her up from the airport. Ning Hui said no, the company had already arranged a car.

Ning Hui's flight arrived home around evening. Actually, the car the company arranged to pick them up at the airport was none other than the black Mercedes-Benz that Heidan drove, belonging

to Boss Wang. After the plane landed, Ning Hui, as per standard procedure, called her husband to let him know she had arrived safely. Then, after some fuss, she finally got into the car with Boss Wang, carrying her bags of luggage. The journey from the airport to Ning's residence normally takes nearly an hour.

Ning Hui and Boss Wang naturally sat in the back seat. The car smoothly drove onto the airport expressway, at a moderate speed. Ning Hui felt that sitting there was much more comfortable and stable than riding a flying car.

Boss Wang briefly exchanged a few words about the company with Heidan, then turned to look at Ning Hui. His gaze was deep and tender. Ning Hui couldn't help but lower her eyelids, feeling almost completely exposed under Boss Wang's affectionate gaze.

Ning Hui was all too familiar with the back seat of this black Mercedes-Benz. It was here that Boss Wang gave her her first kiss; even the seating position was exactly the same.

As the scene evoked emotions, Ning Hui couldn't help but let her heart be moved. She bit her lip shyly, and her fingers, resting on her thigh, twisted nervously...

At this moment, Ning Hui was wearing a dark, tight-fitting t-shirt, and her full breasts rose and fell like round loaves of bread. Normally, those rises and falls were a characteristic of a woman's body as she breathed, but at this moment, the meaning they conveyed was enough to make any man lose his mind.

Mr. Wang, who had remained calm throughout his journey west to the United States and eastward back home, his steely nerves, were now melted by Ning Hui's shy and flustered demeanor. It seemed he was finally bidding farewell to his composure. He first reached out and placed his hand over Ning Hui's, gently caressing it. Seeing that Ning Hui only instinctively pulled away slightly without further resistance, Mr. Wang pressed his body against hers, pulling her towards him. Then, cupping her flushed face, he pressed his lips against hers without hesitation. Ning Hui let out a soft moan

, closed her eyes, and offered little resistance, her lips parting slightly to meet Mr. Wang's.

This painstakingly planned ten-day trip to the United States, covering tens of thousands of miles, had finally culminated in Mr. Wang unleashing his pent-up desires and initiating his lewd advances towards my wife. Forget about

being reserved, gentlemen, or even Liu Xiahui (a legendary figure known for his virtue); haha, all of that is meaningless. Only hard facts matter.

This perfectly illustrates that heroes aren't gods; when pushed to their limits, they too have the heart of a rogue.

Meanwhile, Ning Hui and President Wang, lost in their passionate kiss in the back seat, didn't notice that Hei Dan had, without anyone noticing, turned the black Mercedes off the airport expressway heading back to the city, onto another, farther road, and was driving slower and slower…

When Mr. Wang put his tongue into her mouth, Ning Hui finally felt her whole body go limp. She could only passionately suck on Mr. Wang's tongue. Ning Hui felt that Mr. Wang's kiss was so tender yet powerful. She felt that the longing for Mr. Wang that had been hidden in her heart since his surgery had finally found a source of resolution. It seemed that this resolution was still so short and ethereal. This etherealness was like fireworks that filled the sky for a moment, fleeting, yet so beautiful and dazzling. Ning Hui could only let her lips intertwine deeply with Wang Zong's. Ning Hui only wanted to use this deeply passionate kiss to convey the message of spirit and desire, to express more longing, more love and reluctance to her hero and lover in this seemingly farewell kiss. Ning Hui only wanted this kiss to last longer, much longer...

Suddenly, in this deep, passionate, and inexplicably passionate kiss with Wang Zong, Ning Hui felt Wang Zong's hand guiding her towards his lower body. Although she first touched fabric, Ning Hui couldn't help but gasp. She truly felt Wang Zong's groin erect in his pocket. Then, Wang Zong's hand somehow slipped inside her body from behind her tight t-shirt, his fingers roaming over her bare back above her bra. Wang Zong's hand began to gently knead her breasts that were exposed outside her bra from time to time.

Mr. Wang's fingers, lingering inside her body, along with her already erect penis, seemed to carry an electric current, causing Ning Hui's entire body to tremble. For a moment, Ning Hui felt like an iron bird swaying in the air, disoriented. Ning Hui began to breathe softly. Mr. Wang's hand, while insistent, didn't forcefully guide Ning Hui's hand towards her pants. Ning Hui, in a daze, began to wriggle slightly, until, until Ning Hui felt Mr. Wang's hand inside her clothes, preparing to unhook her bra, she finally awoke from the abyss of near-ecstasy! Ning

Hui had intended to offer such a deep farewell kiss, which was enough. Even with so much affection and so much infatuation, at least for this moment, separation was inevitable—because at home, her husband, Ning the cook, was waiting for her!

Ning Hui finally snapped out of her daze, quickly pulling her lips away from Mr. Wang's. Mustering her courage, she looked at him with pleading, apologetic eyes, then shook her head, murmuring, "Sorry, sorry..." Mr. Wang,

speaking in broken English again, finally understood the meaning.

Seeing Ning Hui's tears welling up, Mr. Wang knew the turmoil she was experiencing. He removed his hand from her clothes, sighed softly, smiled helplessly, and released her hand from his erect penis...

then mimicked Ning Hui's "sorry."

Ning Hui and Mr. Wang were no longer in contact. Ning Hui straightened her clothes, then turned her head to look out the car window, the tears finally falling.

Then she heard Mr. Wang's voice beside her: "Black Egg, take Xiao Ning home first. Xiao Ning, rest at home this week, adjust to the time difference. It's been hard work. Come back to work next week."...

Oh dear, my life as a stay-at-home husband and wandering weaver girl is finally coming to an end! I felt like my wife's trip to the US was like a journey through space; ten days in the air felt like ten years on Earth.

I was incredibly excited waiting for her to come home, knowing that while the flight provided dinner, I knew the food on airplanes wasn't fit for human consumption. So I specially prepared a few of Ning Hui's favorite dishes to welcome her home.

When Ning Hui opened the door, I naturally hugged her and started kissing her passionately! I kissed her so much that she almost couldn't breathe. Finally, I slipped my hand inside her t-shirt and fondled her breasts. "Mmm, I missed you so much, honey. Let me see if anything's missing? Did any foreign hottie take advantage of you?"

"Get lost!"

Ning Hui gently returned my kiss, letting my hands roam freely inside her body.

When I was done, I noticed that my wife looked tired, and her eyes were a little red and swollen. "What's wrong, honey? Your eyes are so red. Who bullied you?"

Her red eyes were clearly from Ning Hui's tears in Mr. Wang's car earlier. A fleeting look of panic crossed Ning Hui's face as she quickly said, "After sitting on a plane for over twenty hours, do you think I could sleep well?"

Her words broke my heart. I quickly served my wife her meal—even though Ning Hui didn't have much of an appetite; I assumed it was just from the long journey. After we finished washing up, Ning Hui seemed a little better and began to list the gifts she had brought back.

She bought the same gifts for her own parents and in-laws—such a filial and understanding daughter and daughter-in-law, treating everyone equally.

Then she bought perfume for Zeng Daxia, and some other things from relatives. Finally, she showed me a delicate, high-end-looking razor.

I chuckled, "You bought this from me?"

"No, it's not,"

Ning Hui pouted, keeping me in suspense.

"Where is it?"

"I bought it for him."

Ning Hui smiled, but a hint of embarrassment still lingered on her face. Well, she was telling her husband she'd bought such a thoughtful gift for her lover. This… naturally, my wife was a little embarrassed. But I wondered why she was telling me how exciting it was to make love with him.

Was I really a bit of a pervert?

I deliberately exclaimed, "Damn, this Zeng guy's barely grown any hair, what are you buying him for?"

Then, Ning Hui, with her sly eyes and a mischievous grin, said, "Hahaha, is it for shaving his genitals?"

"Get lost!"

Ning Hui playfully punched me.

"I said, wife, you're really good to your little lover, this guy is incredibly lucky!"

"Hmph!"

Ning Hui pouted this time, "You get upset when he's not nice to others, but when he's nice to others, you get resentful, don't you?"

"Hehehe, no, no."

I quickly apologized.

"Alright, I've looked at all the gifts,"

Ning Hui yawned, speaking with a straight face, without even looking at me, "Going to sleep now."

"This...that's it?"

Now it was my turn to cry. She'd already bought gifts for her lover, and that was it? What was I, the legitimate husband, supposed to do?

"That's it."

Ning Hui looked at me with feigned confusion.

I knew my wife was teasing me, so I cooperated by pouting and then started sobbing like a preschooler.

"Hehehe,"

Ning Hui finally couldn't help but burst out laughing, "How could I forget you, my dear husband?"

She then pulled out a beautifully packaged box from behind her back, which she had already been holding, and opened it.

Inside lay a gleaming gold watch! An Omega! Damn

, although I don't really know much about these things—I was born poor and will die poor, and I've always been immune to luxury goods—I could tell from the look of it that this thing was high-end.

"Holy crap, how much does this cost?"

I asked instinctively.

"Well, it comes to about 15,000 RMB,"

Ning Hui replied with a smile.

"Holy crap,"

I stammered, speechless for a long time, "Why...why did you buy me something so expensive?"

“Who told you to be my husband? Come on, try it on, husband,”

Ning Hui said, taking out the watch and carefully placing it on my wrist. “Wow, husband, you’re so cool!”

To be honest, I never expected Ning Hui to give me such an expensive gift. I felt an overwhelming surge of gratitude. Compared to that, what was my lover’s razor?

“Thank you, wife!”

I said, turning my overwhelming gratitude into a sweeping gesture as I pulled Ning Hui, who was only wearing two thin silk nightgowns, into my arms and threw her onto the bed.

Then, I moved down from those alluring crescent-shaped eyes, subjecting Ning Hui's delicate skin to a brutal, scorched-earth treatment, leaving no inch untouched, licking wildly amidst her passionate moans. When I finally reached her erect nipples, Ning Hui suddenly almost screamed, then cried out, "Wait, honey!"

Before I could even figure out what was happening, Ning Hui got up and ran to the bathroom. A moment later, she came out with an apologetic, troubled look on her face, then timidly murmured, "Honey, I...I'm on my period."

Good heavens, what kind of entertainment is this? Doesn't it seem like ten days in heaven is ten years on earth? I haven't touched my wife in ten years!

But that wasn't the end of it. Just then, Ning Hui's text message arrived. Ning Hui opened the message and saw it was from Zeng Beifang. Ning Hui showed me the text: "Sister Ning Hui, did your trip back tonight go smoothly? I know your long journey must have been very tiring, so get some rest and adjust to the time difference. I won't bother you for the next few days. Besides, since you've been back for so long, you definitely need to spend some time with your husband. But I'm going to see you in a few days; I want you like crazy. Missing you, Beifang."

Damn, I immediately collapsed after reading the message. Spend time with your husband? You're pretty loyal, huh? Don't you know my wife just got her period today? How am I supposed to spend time with her?

Seeing my mournful expression, and my previously erect penis still pitifully sticking out, Ning Hui immediately regained her charming demeanor, gently gesturing for me to lie down on the bed. Then she leaned down towards me...

I immediately understood what my wife was going to do, and quickly cupped her face, asking, "Are you tired, honey?"

Ning Hui smiled and shook her head, then pulled my penis out of my underwear and held it in her hand, gently stroking the head with her fingers. Then she opened her mouth and took my entire erect penis into her mouth...

Unfortunately, this weekend, my penis was sent on a business trip by the newspaper to conduct media promotion activities in the district and county, and wouldn't be back until Tuesday.

On Monday, Ning Hui went to work after resting. The two-week absence made this first morning back at work exceptionally busy, and it was almost noon before Ning Hui had a chance to rest for a while. Just then, Zeng Beifang sent a text message, asking if she could have a date with his Ning sister today.

Ning Hui thought that since she was clean today and her husband wasn't home, it was the perfect opportunity to meet her lover. So she agreed.

At lunchtime, while taking a short break after lunch at the company, Xiao Li from the office came to Ning Hui's desk, looking suspicious. Seeing that no one was around, she said mysteriously, "You know, Ning Hui, some people are really mean."

"What?"

Ning Hui asked.

"Um..."

Xiao Li hesitated, seemingly unsure what to say.

"Tell me, what is it?"

"Um, don't be angry when I tell you, Ning Hui."

"Hurry up and tell me, you're making me anxious."

Ning Hui immediately became anxious, realizing that Xiao Li was referring to her.

"Okay, I'll tell you then."

Xiao Li looked around and then lowered her voice, saying, "There are a lot of rumors going around the company now, saying that you and President Wang..."

"What about me and President Wang?"

Ning Hui's heart jumped into her throat.

"They said...they said you slept with President Wang, that one night he took you back to your room and didn't come out for ages."

Upon hearing this, Ning Hui's mind went blank, and she stood there dumbfounded—she felt utterly speechless! It took

Ning Hui a while to recover, then she sighed softly and asked Xiao Li, "Can you tell me who told you that?"

"Fu Lili!"

Xiao Li whispered the name in Ning Hui's ear.

Fu Lili, Ning Hui murmured the name with a bitter smile, then said to Xiao Li, "Do you believe it?"

"Sister Ning Hui, of course I don't believe it,"

Xiao Li hurriedly declared, "I know what kind of person Sister Ning Hui is, and besides, Sister Ning Hui has a husband, how could they say such things? Sister Ning Hui, don't listen to them, a clear conscience fears no accusation!"...

Ning Hui spent the entire afternoon in a sullen and depressed mood. Ning Hui suddenly wondered, what was wrong with her? How did things get like this?

Ning Hui thought that while the rumors about men and women certainly affected her, a young married woman, what about President Wang?

This thought made Ning Hui even more conflicted, and she even felt a slight pang in her heart.

Ning Hui had no desire to go on her date with Bei Fang, but because they hadn't seen each other for so long, she couldn't refuse, so she reluctantly went to their date that evening.

The three-part routine of a date: dinner, a movie, and sex. Ning Hui only ate a little something perfunctorily, and since she had no interest in the movie, she lingered in the restaurant for a while before going directly to Bei Fang's apartment.

Bei Fang noticed Ning Hui's troubled expression but didn't dare ask why, only trying his best to cheer up his "Sister Ning." Ning Hui smiled occasionally and told Bei Fang about some interesting things she had seen and heard during her trip to the United States.

Bei Fang's room was exceptionally clean this time, which improved Ning Hui's mood slightly. As soon as they entered, Ning Hui was embraced by Bei Fang, who kept calling her "sister" and showering her with kisses. Ning Hui responded halfway through, her mind still preoccupied with Xiao Li's words from lunchtime.

Everything followed the expected procedure: a bath, and then the two of them, naked, began their foreplay on the bed—but no matter how much Bei Fang used his bedroom skills to tease Ning Hui, she just couldn't get into it. She felt a bit dry.

Bei Fang had never seen anything like this on their date and didn't know what was wrong, so he cautiously asked, "Ning Hui, are you feeling unwell?"

Ning Hui smiled helplessly and shook her head, "Maybe I'm just tired from work today. Can I take a nap?"

Bei Fang nodded hesitantly, "Okay, so you're not going home tonight?"

Seeing Bei Fang's timid and somewhat adorable demeanor, Ning Hui pleaded apologetically, "Yeah, I'm not going home. What's wrong? Don't you want your sister to sleep next to you?" Bei

Fang nodded vigorously. Ning Hui didn't hesitate. She took Zeng Beifang's hand and hugged him, then turned to her side and lay down, letting Zeng Beifang hold her from behind. "Hmm, hold me while I sleep, okay?"

Soon, Ning Hui was completely naked, nestled in Beifang's arms, fast asleep.

While Ning Hui was asleep, this was a real problem for Zeng, who, holding his Ning Hui's delicate, naked body, dared not move an inch and couldn't fall asleep either. What was he going to do?

In her hazy state, Ning Hui didn't know how much time had passed when she suddenly heard the sound of running water from the bathroom, but there was nothing behind her.

Ning Hui also felt the urge to urinate, so she got up and walked towards the bathroom. The bathroom door was ajar, and what Ning Hui saw inside shocked her: Zeng Beifang was running cold water over his erect penis!

Ning Hui immediately understood. Zeng Beifang couldn't bear being naked and embracing his sister Ning's body without any outlet, and was using this extreme method to calm himself down.

Ning Hui suddenly felt incredibly cruel and selfish. The scene before her filled her with a mixture of guilt and pity for Beifang.

The night was too short; why had she done this? What did everything between her and President Wang have to do with this man before her?

Then, Ning Hui bit her lip, quietly entered the bathroom, and came up behind Bei Fang, who was still rinsing his penis. She first turned off the faucet, then reached around to the front of Bei Fang's body, grasping his penis. A tender kiss landed on his shoulder, accompanied by a soft murmur, "Sorry, it's my fault."

Bei Fang was utterly taken aback by Ning Hui's sudden tenderness. He turned around, stunned for a moment, before finally lifting Ning Hui and showering her with a passionate, ardent kiss.

This time, Ning Hui was truly aroused, and her desire quickly returned. Perhaps it was because she had taken a short nap earlier, which had given her more energy, but more importantly, her body, which hadn't had proper lovemaking with a man for the past two weeks, was already burning with desire. Bei Fang's young body was the perfect fuel to ignite that fire.

Once they embarked on their passionate lovemaking, their two young bodies became irresistibly intertwined. The sound of his signature climax echoed three times in the apartment, the intensity of which made Ning Hui feel a blissful sensation from her scalp to her toes. After

the passion subsided, Zeng Beifang, now languidly and contentedly holding his Ning Hui, chatted intimately: "Ning Hui, did you leave those Americans speechless this time in America?"

"Heh, you've learned to be cheeky, little brat."

A woman after an orgasm is always so alluring. Ning Hui's flushed body hadn't completely faded, and she lay languidly in Beifang's arms.

"Well, with someone as beautiful as you, there are always so many bad guys eyeing you."

"Heh, you're worried your Ning Hui will be deceived by bad guys? What kind of people do you consider bad guys?"

Ning Hui teased deliberately.

“Bad guys, like that Lu… Gong, I just think he’s not decent. How could my sister fall for him?”

Bei Fang said, somewhat indignant and bewildered.

“Hehehe, what would you do if your sister really got tricked by such a bad guy?”

Ning Hui was just teasing Bei Fang unintentionally—Lu Gong, wasn’t that her husband? She’d been tricked into becoming his wife.

“I wouldn’t be able to stand Ning Hui.”

Zeng Bei Fang said this quite seriously, not like he was joking.

“Hehe,”

Ning Hui chuckled, not taking Zeng Bei Fang’s words seriously, “You mean your Ning sister has to belong to only you as a man?”

Ning Hui said this, then immediately realized it was a bit inappropriate and quickly added, “But I have a husband, you know.”

“Oh, of course, except for you… your husband.”

Bei Fang mumbled this, his voice so weak and unconvincing that he almost couldn’t hear himself. That

night, Ning Hui stayed at Zeng Beifang's place. Of course, her excuse for not going home was still her husband's business trip—but this time she wasn't lying; Ning's husband really was away on a business trip.

The next day, Ning Hui and Beifang woke up very early because they had to go to work. Zeng's penis, that legendary morning erection, was no joke; it remained hard for a long time, refusing to soften. Ning Hui naturally felt aroused, and unable to resist Beifang's persistent advances, she began by taking his erect penis in her mouth. Then, Beifang gave her two more hard, full-on orgasms, ending with two real, unrestrained, rear-entry orgasms!

Wow, what kind of body does this young man have?

In the afternoon, Ning Hui went home from work. Her husband had already returned from his business trip. After dinner, Ning Hui suddenly wanted to see a movie, so she pulled her husband towards the cinema.

Ning Hui naturally linked arms with her husband, the couple chatting and laughing, walking together affectionately.

Just as the movie was about to start, Ning Hui got a craving. She went to the intersection next to the cinema and bought some barbecue. After grilling, she playfully asked her husband to feed her a lamb skewer. Her husband, with his arm around her waist, was incredibly affectionate. Then, as he opened his mouth to take the skewer, he noticed Ning Hui's hand was frozen in mid-air… He

looked at her and saw her staring ahead with a slightly panicked expression. He followed her gaze… and

lo and behold, standing three meters directly in front of them was a man, his eyes filled with utter astonishment, confusion, and extreme indignation as he stared at the couple's public display of affection! This man was 187cm tall and, most notably, handsome.

That's right, it was Zeng Beifang!

Chapter 66: End or Beginning?

Damn, this is getting out of hand!

This situation is so damn darkly humorous! My wife and I were just showing off our affection in the street, and we were caught cheating on each other!

You tell me, is it easy for our Ning husband to have an affair?

In my northern friend's eyes, at this moment I'm a heinous scoundrel and mistress—no, if we're being fair—he's the mistress, and I'm the fourth.

You can see my northern friend is shivering with utter fury in the sweltering heat—I know what's infuriating him isn't just that his Ning sister cheated on him with another man, but that this man is none other than Lu Gong, whom he despises!

Meanwhile, Ning Zhufu's eyes darted around furtively, checking for bricks, stools, forks, sticks, or other objects he could pick up and use as weapons. He was worried that Ning Zhufu might suddenly become a mad dog and attack him. His thought was that if Ning Zhufu dared to grab a weapon, he would run away on his feet.

Ning Hui stood there stunned for several seconds before forcing an awkward smile and muttering, "North... North."

My wife was dumbfounded too. She hadn't expected things to be so coincidental. The seriousness of the situation was that she had just finished making love with someone last night and this morning, and last night Comrade Lu Gong had been ridiculed as a bad guy. And that one hour hadn't even passed yet...

What was that song about? "

This world is so small, we are destined to have nowhere to escape..."

So, I wish all lovers in the world would be cautious. When it comes to having an affair, be discreet, be even more discreet, discreetness is the key.

This is a message for all lovers having affairs.

I frantically tried to figure out if the situation was just a chance encounter or if this guy was stalking Ning Hui. My assessment was that his reaction didn't seem like stalking, because Ning Hui and I had been showing affection in the street for quite some time; if he wanted to lash out, it shouldn't have taken until now. Besides, the suddenness of his expression further discouraged the stalking theory.

Zeng Beifang took two steps closer to Ning Hui and me, allowing me to clearly see how his handsome face was distorted by anger and confusion, turning into a look of utter dejection. But his expression only played out half of the famous idiom describing anger: "blowing one's beard and glaring." Beifang's eyes were glaring, but his beard wasn't blowing.

Because this guy really didn't have any pubic hair yet.

"Why is that?"

Zeng Beifang didn't even look at Ning Zhufu—oh, I mean, he didn't even look at that adulterer named Lu Gong—but stared blankly at his Ning sister, asking with an expression of utter bewilderment and indignation, as if the sun had risen in the west and set in the east, and the rivers had flowed backwards.

"Oh, you... what are you doing here?"

Ning Hui didn't know how to answer for a moment, and continued to mumble instinctively. If you didn't look at her lips, you wouldn't know that she was the one speaking. Then Ning Hui slightly moved her body away from Lu Gong, probably meaning that she didn't want to provoke her little lover too much.

And this "What are you doing here?" sounded like a blatant attempt to cover something up to the Northern classmate. Seeing him shake his head in pain, he finally managed to utter a few words after a long pause: "No wonder you were telling me yesterday what if I got scammed by someone like Lu Gong..."

"Oh, no, no, you misunderstood..."

Ning Hui quickly tried to explain, but then hesitated to say anything. Could she tell him that Lu Gong was her husband and that his name meant "green-faced man"?

"No need to explain. I was just too stupid."

Zeng Beifang finished speaking and then looked at me, his gaze filled with anger and incomprehension. It seemed he wanted to skin me alive with his eyes to see what kind of person this Lu Gong was, that not only had his sister Zeng been blind to his good looks, but he had also managed to trick his beautiful and intelligent sister Ning into dating him.

The guy stared at me for a long time, then nodded at me with his still disdainful look, "Fine, Lu Gong, you win."

Then, looking at his sister Ning with a mournful expression, he said, "I'm sorry to have bothered you."

After saying that, Zeng Beifang turned around and dragged away with a heart full of sorrow.

"Beifang, Beifang..."

Ning Hui called out twice behind him—but the guy didn't even turn his head!

This guy actually has some backbone, huh? Then I stood there with my wife, dumbfounded, watching her little lover's figure disappear into the noisy night and crowd...

"Hey, what are you staring at, honey? Aren't you going to watch the movie?"

After a while, I nudged Ning Hui with my elbow to remind her. Ning Hui looked up at me with a resentful expression, then took my hand, her eyelids drooping, and softly murmured, "Let's go."

Just then, Ning Hui's phone received a text message. It was from Zeng Beifang: "Sister Ning Hui, thank you for the happiness you gave me. Everything is over."

Ning Hui read the message; she couldn't quite describe her emotions, but her heart was definitely churning, and her face flushed slightly.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, Ning Hui picked up her phone and made a call. A moment later, a voice came through the phone, a voice so familiar I could hear it myself: "Hey, honey, what's up? I was saying I'd give you a welcome-back party after you came back from America."

It turned out my wife was talking to Zeng Daxia: "Yeah, we'll talk about the welcome-back party later. Meimei, you should contact Beifang right now, I'm worried he..."

"What happened? What's wrong?" "

Sigh, today Nanze and I went to the movies, and we bumped into Beifang on the street. He mistook Nanze for Lu Gong, and he seemed really agitated. I don't know where he is now. I'm worried he might..." "

Ah? So you've been caught? Did you tell him the truth?"

"No, is that what you mean?"

"Oh, okay, I'll contact him. Should I tell him the truth?"

"Not yet, keep an eye on him for now."

Ning Hui seemed genuinely worried. After finishing the phone call, she glanced at me, bit her lip, and said, "See? It's all your fault. You messed things up now, and that damn Mei Mei too!"

"Sigh, it's a small case. It's over, so be it. I'll find you another one someday. There's no shortage of men in the world, right? But this guy has some backbone, huh?"

"Heh! What time is it, and you're still thinking about these things."

Ning Hui didn't forget to give me a light punch after saying that.

Of course, I couldn't concentrate on the movie. I had begged my wife to wear a two-piece dress tonight. The dress was knee-length, navy blue, and the secret was that I begged her not to wear underwear under it. I would ask my wife to use this trick from time to time. I remember the first time my wife and I went out without underwear, and when we got home, I asked her how she felt. Her answer made me so proud that day that I grabbed her, lifted her up, and did it.

His wife's answer was incredibly seductive: "It's weird, like I'm trying to seduce every man I see when I go out..."

He had planned to watch a movie with his wife, and maybe find a quiet spot for a passionate encounter in the dark theater with his wife, who wasn't wearing underwear. Now, his wife's mind was preoccupied with worrying about her lover; she had no interest in being passionate with him, only in her grievances with Lu Gong.

However, after returning home that night, Ning Hui seemed much better. Plus, Ning Hui had been tragically abstaining from intimacy for almost a week since returning from America. Even though his body had been thoroughly satisfied by his lover, who was now saying he was leaving, last night and this morning, Ning Hui was still understanding and, after washing up, they began a tender affair in bed. Speaking of which,

when a man has an affair and comes home to his wife, it's called "paying his dues"; but when a woman has a lover and comes home to her husband, what's that called?

At first, I was worried that Ning Hui might have trouble getting into the mood, but I quickly dismissed my concerns—to be honest, I did feel a little regretful. If this northern classmate really did end up like this, it would be hard to find a replacement who suited my wife's tastes so well. It seems that the "green hat project" at the Ning Mansion is not going to be a smooth road, but rather a long and arduous one.

By this time, Ning Hui and I were completely naked, our bodies pressed together, our arms and legs intertwined, passionately kissing.

Ning Hui expressed her arousal with moans and fervent responses, revealing a deep affection for her husband that seemed as thick and unyielding as sticky candy syrup.

I kissed my wife, my tongue sliding down her snow-white neck until two delicate cherries stood erect beneath my nose. My wife's beautiful and delicate body is a treasure to me, and these two exquisite cherries are the most precious of treasures. I couldn't resist the urge to suckle both of them, so I took one of Ning Hui's nipples into my mouth and began to play with it. As soon as I did, Ning Hui let out a soft moan. Although it sounded as sweet as ever, I noticed a furrow on her forehead—the difference between pleasure and discomfort is just a furrow on the forehead, you know.

"Hmm? What's wrong, wife?"

I quickly released her mouth and asked cautiously.

"Oh, nothing... nothing, husband. Maybe you're sucking... a little too hard,"

Ning Hui replied softly, her eyes full of tenderness, and she smiled.

I then looked down at the nipple I had just begun to lick—good heavens, there were still faint, reddish marks around Ning Hui's nipple and breasts—any lecher knows where those marks came from—I realized how intense my wife's battle with her lover had been last night and this morning. Look at this guy, my wife's trip to America had made him so thirsty that he'd left Ning Hui's breasts covered in hickeys.

Ning Hui's skin is naturally delicate and incredibly sensitive, and these hickeys hadn't completely faded yet; no wonder she felt a little pain when I touched her so lightly. Thinking back to my unexpected encounter with my northern classmate on the street today, these hickeys now seemed to be speaking volumes about my wife and her lover's passionate past.

Seeing the hickeys on my wife's breasts, revealing the insatiable lust this guy surnamed Zeng had for his sister Ning, and considering his resolute departure, I actually felt a strange fondness for him—he's manly enough, and at least has some principles. Even a lover, or a mistress, should have some backbone.

"What are you staring at? What's wrong with your wife that you don't know?"

Ning Hui, seeing me staring at her breasts for so long without moving, started to whine to me.

I struck a philosophical pose, then lowered my lips again, gently touching the hickeys on Ning Hui's breasts. I chuckled, "Wife, he was kissing your grandma last night, wasn't he? Look at these hickeys. He doesn't even know how to cheat. Isn't he afraid your husband will find out when you get home?"

Ning Hui, seeing her own state, blushed slightly and quickly reached out to cover the hickeys on her breasts. "Oh dear, what are you saying? Who knew he'd be so rough? I haven't seen him in so long… he's like a hungry wolf."

"Hehe,"

I sucked on Ning Hui's fingers and nipples, "Honestly, they're beautiful. These hickeys remind me of a poem called 'Lover's Tears.'"

Holy crap, "Lover's Tears"? What does that have to do with anything?

"Wife, if he really leaves, will you miss him?"

I blurted out in a moment of impulsiveness.

"No… please don't talk about him. Right now, I want your husband,"

Ning Hui said sweetly, her eyes practically brimming with tears as she looked at me. By this point, I was incredibly aroused. The pent-up desire for my wife's body over the past two weeks, coupled with the marks left from her passionate encounters with her lover, provided an unparalleled stimulus for a cuckold like me. At this moment, I, the stay-at-home husband, was already gazing at the moon—no, gazing at her vulva.

Just as I was about to penetrate her, "Plop! Plop!"

came two sounds from Ning Hui's phone on the bedside table.

Damn, another text message!

Normally, no one would bother my wife this late, and Ning Hui and I both knew that this message was most likely related to Zeng Beifang. So we exchanged a smile. Let's just read the message; what if this guy can't figure it out?

Sure enough, it was a message from Zeng Daxia: "Hui, I'm at my wit's end. This guy's drunk like a madman, I can't stop him, he's still drinking. Why don't you try to talk to him? The one who tied the knot must untie it."

Damn, this is what they mean by "he's got a problem to solve." Looks like we're going to have to deal with this kid tonight.

Ning Hui read the message, thought for a moment, and then dialed

Zeng Beifang's number. But twice in a row, Zeng Beifang hung up, refusing to answer his sister Ning's calls. Ning Hui had no choice but to send a text message: "Beifang, I was wrong, but please don't torture yourself like this, okay? Your body is your own."

Haha, the text message came back quickly. Ning Hui's face, which had been flushed, turned pale and then red, her lips clenched tightly. Now she could tell her wife was really angry this time.

The kid's text message read: "It's none of your business what I do. Just be happy. Right now, you're probably still happy with Lu Gong, right?"

Ning Hui's angry expression instantly turned into one of utter grievance, tears welling in her eyes, her chest heaving like waves. "Don't take him seriously. He's just a kid who doesn't know how to talk. He's suddenly taken a hit, and he might have had too much to drink. Honey, don't be angry,"

I quickly comforted Ning Hui, hugging her tightly.

Ning Hui calmed down and then sent a text message back: "Okay, I don't care about you, and I have no right to care, but I just want to tell you that I'm not with Lu Gong right now. I'm with my husband!"

Damn, my wife's text message was so bad, even I couldn't tell if I was Lu Gong or my husband!

After sending the text message, Ning Hui suddenly buried her face in my arms and started sobbing pitifully. It seemed she was really upset. I hugged my wife and continued to comfort her, "Hey, hey, you're really acting like a little kid. Don't cry, honey."

Then I pulled Ning Hui's hand down to my crotch, letting her grasp my erect penis, and then, feigning grievance, said, "Honey, look at it! What's it going to do when you cry like this? It hasn't had a turn in my cunt for almost half a month!"

At this, Ning Hui's previous sobbing suddenly turned into a burst of laughter. Then a series of light, soft punches landed on my chest, accompanied by a grumbling, "It's all your fault, all your fault! It's all because of that damned Mei Mei!"

My wife's complaint was so charmingly coquettish. The key point was that Ning Hui's body was completely naked, a breathtakingly beautiful sight. Half-lying in my arms, her breasts and buttocks trembled violently as she punched me with her fists. Especially striking was the dark, almost erotic pubic hair between her dazzlingly white legs, swaying like it was beckoning in the spring breeze, exuding an aura of seductive allure and seductive charm…

Was this northern classmate really going to say goodbye to his Ning sister's exquisite body? How much courage did that take?

Seeing my wife's alluring beauty, I couldn't resist. I quickly reached between her legs and touched her. Luckily, the passion from our earlier encounter still left some moisture under her lush pubic hair. I quickly raised my penis and thrust it into her opening. Although I had sex with Zeng Daxia while my wife was in the US, that was just a tonic. My wife is the real nourishment, I'm starving after three days without her, and besides, it feels like ten years since she left!

Ning Hui's body was wrapped around my penis, half understanding and half driven by passion, her movements graceful and rhythmic, responding to my thrusts. Soon, accompanied by soft moans, her body began to be covered in fine beads of sweat, which seemed to blend with the moisture flowing from her vagina, filling my arms with a pleasantly slippery feeling.

In the time it takes to smoke half a cigarette, Ning Hui's body writhed more violently as my thrusts intensified. Her earlier moans had turned into cries of "Husband, husband!"...

If it weren't for the sudden change in her lover's plans to leave today, this blissful life of being fucked by her lover in the morning and by her husband at night would truly be a vibrant and sensual drama of female happiness. ( Chapter 67,

May 31st : Happy Birthday, Little Swallow ! Let the envy and jealousy of the world come even more fiercely! This is the treatment that Ning, as the wife of a stay-at-home husband, must enjoy.) I knew my wife was about to climax. The unspoken understanding between us, now at an almost perfect level, was perfectly manifested in our lovemaking. Then I spread my wife's legs wide apart, letting them hang on my shoulders. This seemingly lewd pose always made me lose control... "Wife, how about I find you another man to fuck you?" Suddenly, amidst the intense pleasure of thrusting into my wife's vagina, Ning, the stay-at-home husband, blurted out. Damn it, a leopard can't change its spots. This pervert seems unable to continue making love to his wife without mentioning other men. "No, no, I only want my husband..." Ning Hui replied breathlessly, her breath uneven. So I remained silent and continued thrusting. Just as my wife was about ten thrusts away from climax, I suddenly stopped thrusting, as if to pull my penis out, and repeated my earlier question: "Wife, how about I find you another man?"

"No...no..." Ning Hui still uttered "no," but as she felt my penis about to slip out, her lower body pressed tightly against me. "Husband...I'm coming, what are you doing?"

Then the scene repeated itself: Ning, the cook, stopped after five thrusts: "Wife, how about I find you another man to fuck you?"

"No...no..."

Damn it, still no. Wife, I want to see if your mouth is harder, or if my penis is harder...

Stopped after three thrusts: "Wife, how about I find you another man to fuck you?"

"No..."

Hahaha, Ning Hui still responded, but her tone grew weaker and weaker.

Again!

This time, just as my wife was about to come after one thrust, I stopped, and before I could even ask, my wife cried out: "Good husband, good husband, find me another man..."

"Find a man for what?"

I held my penis, still as immovable as a mountain!

"Find another man to fuck me! Find another man to fuck me! Husband, give it to me, fuck me, husband, don't stop... don't stop..."

That voice made my bones melt...

Damn, this is exhausting, is it easy for me to have sex with my wife?

Then, as my cock thrust into my wife's already overflowing cunt with a Bolt-like sprint, Ning Hui's soul-stirring "coming" finally rang out, echoing in the air of Ning Mansion...

The next day, Ning Hui went to work. I got up early and immediately called Boss Qiu, wanting to settle things between Xiao Yanzi and Boss Qiu as soon as possible. That day at Luo Xiaoyan's apartment, although I stayed overnight, given Xiaoyanzi's sad mood, I didn't dare touch her. I just held her and talked to her all night with sweet words, constantly comforting her. The next day, when it was time to leave, I begged and pleaded, making it seem like I wouldn't leave until she agreed to see me again. Only then did I say goodbye to Luo Xiaoyan in a firm tone, "Everything will be alright."

Unexpectedly, Boss Qiu's phone remained unreachable throughout the afternoon. I had no choice but to call Dao Ba, and this time the call connected.

"You're looking for Boss Qiu? He's out of town. He won't be back for a couple of days,"

Dao Ba said on the phone.

"Oh, I said I needed to talk to him about something."

I was about to hang up, intending to argue with Boss Qiu when he returned in a couple of days, when Dao Ba suddenly blurted out something that deeply moved me.

"Sigh, Mr. Nan, actually, Boss Qiu went to beg for money. He's been covering for you because Bank Manager Feng wanted our boss to punish you. Bank Manager Feng has been holding back the loan that was already approved, and our project is waiting for funding. Do you know how much loss we suffer if our project is delayed for even a day?"

Wow, this feeling of being moved went straight to my heart. It turns out that Boss Qiu, besides being a womanizer, also has the typical male lecherous tendencies. He's really damn loyal. So I quickly arranged to meet Dao Ba, saying I had a plan I wanted to discuss with him to get through this.

I did the math, and the money they've lost lately could easily pay for a hitman to kill me a hundred times over. Damn it, this calculation sent chills down my spine: what if it wasn't Boss Qiu I ran into, but some shady gangster… Holy

crap!

Dao Ba rushed to the teahouse where I'd arranged to meet him. As soon as we sat down, I laid out my plan: I told Dao Ba I had a friend at a TV station, a professional makeup artist. I could get him to do a panda makeup look on me, then put some red medicine or red ink on my nostrils and mouth, and then find a secluded parking garage where I'd lie on the ground looking like I was dying, take a picture, and give it to that guy surnamed Feng. After I finished, I asked Dao Ba if this would be enough to get them to Mr. Feng, or not.

“I think it’s feasible, but I need to consult with Boss Qiu first,”

Dao Ba replied, then grinned at me, “Mr. Nan is truly talented. You even came up with this idea. No wonder you write books.”

Wait, Dao Ba, I’m not a book writer, I write for a newspaper.

A little while later, Dao Ba went out to make a phone call and came back to tell me that Boss Qiu had agreed to my plan, so we should do it. No sooner

said than done, I immediately called my friend at the TV station, and it was quickly arranged. Dao Ba said he would find the location. The time was set for tonight.

Then I prepared to go to the TV station to pick up my friend, and just as I stood up, Dao Ba said something that made my heart skip a beat again. Dao Ba, with a somber expression, said, “Actually, the reason Boss Qiu is so resistant to you is largely because of Miss Qiu. Miss Qiu threatened her father that if he touches you, she will disown him.” Holy

crap! What kind of character is this Ning Zhufu? Could it be that Miss Qiu also has feelings for me...?

Things went smoothly. My makeup skills are top-notch, even a national TV drama award winner! The look of someone who'd been badly beaten was incredibly realistic. It's just that the stuff—I don't know if it was red ink or mercurochrome—smeared on my lips was really unpleasant; the smell...

When I was lying on the ground, posing like I was on the verge of death for Dao Ba to take a picture, I cursed angrily, "You son of a bitch, Feng!"

The next day, Dao Ba took the photo to Bank Manager Feng. Seeing is believing, so Feng didn't suspect anything. Little did he know he'd been tricked by the underworld. Dao Ba even told him that although he hadn't crippled me, I wouldn't be able to get out of bed for at least three days.

Immediately, the pig-headed Feng signed the loan agreement with great satisfaction. I can imagine the sinister, smirking face that pig had when he looked at my photo.

Dao Ba called me as soon as he finished to say it was done, and specifically told me to stay home these next few days. This put me in a great mood, and I immediately realized that since Boss Qiu wasn't around, today was the perfect opportunity to find Luo Xiaoyan.

I contacted Xiaoyan, and sure enough, she was at her apartment. After consulting with my wife and getting her approval, I happily headed towards Luo Xiaoyan's apartment.

Luo Xiaoyan seemed to be in a good mood today, much calmer than the other day. After all, what woman would want to keep making things difficult for herself when she can see the man she likes?

I listened to Dao Ba and didn't dare wander around too much, lest my husband, Ning, who should be resting and reflecting in bed, have another bizarre encounter with Director Feng on the street, which would be a huge joke. So, I bought some groceries at the market near Luo Xiaoyan's apartment, went back, and cooked a special home-cooked meal—a meal usually only my wife enjoys—to comfort my little Xiaoyan's wounded heart.

Unexpectedly, this heartwarming meal turned into a nightmare for Xiao Yanzi. Halfway through, tears streamed down her face, large drops falling into her rice bowl.

"What's wrong, Xiao Yanzi? Even if the food isn't good, you don't have to be so sad,"

I quickly went over and grabbed a tissue to wipe her tears. I can't remember how long it's been, but every time this Ning the Cook meets Xiao Yanzi, I see her crying. If this keeps up, she'll soon be like a character from a romance novel!

Luo Xiao Yan shook her head, holding her rice bowl, and then gently leaned towards me, intending to rest her head on my broad shoulder. But she was too tall—damn it, the sight of the two of them leaning together was hilarious; it looked like Ning the Cook was leaning on the young girl's shoulder.

Then Luo Xiaoyan murmured to herself, "You know what? No man has ever cooked a meal like this for me before. You're the first."

The two of them were deeply moved. Luo Xiaoyan was moved by the meal itself, and Ning Zhufu was moved by Xiaoyanzi saying that he was the first man to cook for her.

Then, that night, Luo Xiaoyan was filled with a different kind of tenderness and affection towards Ning Zhufu. She became less wary of his increasingly unrestrained advances, until, until Ning Zhufu finally pulled her into his arms—it's fair to say that Ning Zhufu had gotten a lot of guts at this point, embracing the woman of a mafia boss—after all, Xiaoyan had said she wouldn't leave Boss Qiu.

But I really didn't want to leave Xiaoyan, and I bet Xiaoyan, just for this meal, didn't want to leave her Nan-gege either.

What to do? That was the question.

Because I had been intimate with Xiaoyan before, and because I was actually here tonight hoping to sleep with her, I hadn't expected this meal to have such a magical catalytic effect. Under my onslaught, Luo Xiaoyan basically only offered token resistance before collapsing into my arms, as if tonight, she was completely surrendering herself to me.

See? If the person isn't right for you, even if you give them a mountain of gold, they might not want to sleep with you. But if the person is right, you can get them into bed after just one meal.

Before I knew it, Ning the cook had already tumbled into Luo Xiaoyan's bed.

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but to me, Luo Xiaoyan's bed always has a clean, chrysanthemum-like fragrance, a scent as faint as mist, as lingering as the height of a swallow. Is this what they mean by "gentle as a chrysanthemum"?

I gently peeled back Luo Xiaoyan's clothes. Today, Luo Xiaoyan was at home, wearing a light, casual outfit that looked like pajamas. Her hair had grown a few more strands than before, cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall.

Luo Xiaoyan closed her eyes, her breath as fresh as chrysanthemums. As more and more skin was exposed before Brother Nan, her body began to tremble slightly…

Her casual, pajama-like dress had no buttons, requiring her to be pulled up from above her head. So I slowly lifted it from her waist. Just as I was halfway up, Luo Xiaoyan's two small, full breasts bounced out from under her clothes—damn, our little sister Yanzi still wasn't wearing a bra!

This instantly excited me. Ever since I first discovered that Xiaoyan didn't wear a bra, this alluring secret had always thrilled me. Looking at those lovely breasts, which seemed to breathe more freely than other women's, I was determined to get Luo Xiaoyan to reveal this secret to me, to satisfy my long-held, erotic longing for those captivating, braless breasts.

“Xiaoyan, can you tell me this secret?”

I gently stroked Luo Xiaoyan's forehead, smiling as I asked softly.

"Hmm, what secret?"

"Why,"

I said, then gently cupped Luo Xiaoyan's breasts in my hands, leaned down and planted a deep kiss on her cleavage, "You never wear... a bra?"

"Huh?"

I felt Luo Xiaoyan's body shudder, her eyes, which had been closed, instantly widened, and she looked at me with a slightly terrified expression, her face immediately turning bright red. "You, how did you know?"

"Hehe,"

I flicked Xiaoyan's nose, "I noticed it the first time we met and ate steak together."

"Huh? How embarrassing! You noticed it back then? How did you find out?"

Luo Xiaoyan was so surprised that her mouth didn't close for a long time, looking at me with a bewildered expression.

"I was staring at your chest, and I saw two perky bumps on your clothes, so tempting."

As I spoke, I kissed Luo Xiaoyan's lips.

"Mmm,"

Luo Xiaoyan responded to my kiss, speaking indistinctly, her face flushed with shyness, "You're so naughty! You were always staring at my...chest. You're so bad!"

She then reached out and started playfully punching my back. Haha, just like my wife's habitual action! Why do women like to be so abusive when they're being affectionate?

"Hehe, your brother Nan is a good person. Tell me, darling, why don't you wear a bra? Are you trying to seduce men to death?"

Ning, the cook, was getting increasingly savory with his words.

"Well...it's related to our profession,"

Luo Xiaoyan murmured, still blushing, "We models aren't allowed to wear bras while working. Our posture instructors also tell us to wear them less often. Over time, I've found it more comfortable not to wear a bra. It feels more free. So, I just stopped wearing one."

After saying this, Luo Xiaoyan gave me a shy smile, then covered her face with the pillow beside her...

The mystery was finally solved! This stirred some emotions within me. Some people don't wear bras to seduce men, while others, like Little Swallow, don't wear bras for… freedom.

I know that Luo Xiaoyan's heart has always longed for such a sky, a sky where she can fly freely like a swallow.

This sentiment, this lecherous act, must continue.

I quickly removed all of Luo Xiaoyan's clothes, revealing her beautiful, slender naked body, a wheat-colored plain, fragrant with scent… Her two round, firm breasts and the dense, downy patch of hair between her legs formed a captivating triangle, the apex of which evoked erotic fantasies, the three points gazing at each other from afar, an endless display of beauty…

I couldn't find the words to praise Little Swallow's perfectly integrated feminine beauty, inside and out. As a male lecher, one way to pay homage to a woman's beauty is… to be a lecher.

I suppressed my already burning desire, only gently teasing Luo Xiaoyan's body with my lips and tongue. I licked down her neck, breasts, and navel, downwards, downwards… towards the goal I hadn't reached before…

Just as I parted Luo Xiaoyan's legs, preparing to bury my face in them, Luo Xiaoyan quickly reached out and cupped my face, shaking her head in terror.

"I must!"

I kissed Luo Xiaoyan's hand, saying firmly.

"No…no…"

Luo Xiaoyan murmured, "There…there…it's dirty…"

"I know what you mean, darling, you want to say other men…"

"Yes,"

Luo Xiaoyan nodded.

"Don't worry, really, it's nothing?"

I explained gently, trying to make Luo Xiaoyan understand that a person's cleanliness or dirtiness isn't measured by that. "Darling, now you just need to close your eyes, think of the blue sky and white clouds, and then imagine yourself as a little swallow flying freely in the sky…"

With a gentle tone, my actions became much more resolute, allowing Luo Xiaoyan no resistance whatsoever. I finally opened Luo Xiaoyan's legs and buried my face deeply inside.

As I opened my lips and gently took the tender bud beneath the velvety grass into my mouth, I heard Luo Xiaoyan's legs instinctively tighten, her body spasm, and then a long, soft sigh escaped her lips…

“So beautiful, so beautiful, darling…”

As my licking quickened, Luo Xiaoyan's moans suddenly turned into exclamations of pure beauty. Then I felt her legs clamp tightly around me, her hands gripping my hair tightly, and then I felt a sweet nectar flowing into my mouth…

I knew that under my oral love, Luo Xiaoyan had finally reached her climax… After a while

, once Luo Xiaoyan's body had calmed down a bit, I lifted my face from between her legs, my mouth still filled with tenderness and Xiaoyan's nectar, and asked with a sense of accomplishment, “Was it good?”

“So beautiful,”

At this moment, Luo Xiaoyan's face was even more alluring after her orgasm, her voice soft and sticky, "You really don't care, I've been with other men..."

"Do you see me caring?"

I got up and lay down next to Luo Xiaoyan, holding her incredibly soft and delicate body as I answered.

"Then,"

seeing Luo Xiaoyan lower her eyelids, that lowering of her eyes revealing the shyness of a young girl about to bloom, she murmured, "Then I want to..."

"What do you want to do?"

"I want to kiss your..."

Then Luo Xiaoyan leaned over and bit my earlobe, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "I want to kiss your little brother too!"

Damn, how come I see a flower of desire budding on Xiaoyan's body? This made me instantly feel a surge of joy.

After saying that, Luo Xiaoyan also imitated what I had just done, first opening her mouth to lick my nipple, then moving downwards...

I quickly cupped Luo Xiaoyan's face and asked affectionately, "First time? Using your mouth on a man?"

"Yes."

Luo Xiaoyan looked at me with an innocent face and nodded, that innocence suddenly making my heart ache.

"Never done it with Boss Qiu either?"

"Yes."

Luo Xiaoyan nodded again.

"Then,"

Ning's mischievous side started to stir; if he didn't seize the opportunity to find out more, when would he? "

Then, have you ever had an orgasm with Boss Qiu?"

"No,"

Luo Xiaoyan shook her head this time, then whispered, "The first time I had sex with you, that was my first orgasm. Oh, and just now, that was the second time."

After saying that, Luo Xiaoyan buried her face shyly in my stomach—what a pure and lovely girl!

“Well,”

I cupped Luo Xiaoyan’s head again, “tell me honestly, what do you think of Boss Qiu? Do you dislike him? Or do you have a good impression of him?”

“Hmm, let me think,”

Luo Xiaoyan seemed to think very seriously for a while, then answered, “I don’t dislike him, and I wouldn’t say I have a good impression, but I just think he’s a nice person, kind, and loyal.”

Then Luo Xiaoyan winked mischievously and said, “Are you done asking questions?”

“Hehe,”

I smiled, and hearing this answer, I felt half relieved. “Almost there, the last question. So, when you have sex with him, do you…”

“What do I feel?”

Luo Xiaoyan asked innocently.

“Do you experience pleasure?”

This is the core of today’s questionnaire.

"Hmm, what kind of questions are you asking?"

Luo Xiaoyan seemed a little embarrassed, then lowered her voice by an octave and murmured, "Will you be angry if I answer?"

"Of course not, darling."

My heart jumped into my throat. I knew that Xiaoyan's answer would almost certainly determine the fate of this beautiful girl, Boss Qiu, and her Brother Nan!

Luo Xiaoyan pondered for a moment, then didn't answer, but just nodded quickly, as if afraid I would see her expression when she nodded.

Then, Luo Xiaoyan buried her head between my legs, opened her lips, and took my already erect penis into her mouth…

Although Luo Xiaoyan's movements as she took my penis into her mouth looked a little clumsy, it seemed so cute and alluring to me…

Ning Hui hadn't seen President Wang much at the company these past two days. That day, as Ning Hui was getting ready to leave work, she suddenly received a text message from President Wang: “Hui’er, are you free? How about I treat you to dinner tonight?”

Looking at the “Hui’er” that President Wang hadn't called her in so long in the text message, Ning Hui understood everything about President Wang's thoughts. Ning Hui closed her eyes, her mind filled with memories of her trip to America, where she longed to see President Wang but couldn't be with him, and the rumors Xiao Li had whispered in her ear.

Then Ning Hui bit her lip and replied to the text message: "No need, Mr. Wang, thank you. What's past is past."

After sending the message, Ning Hui found her eyes welling up with tears, which then streamed down her face…

It took her a while to come to her senses. She called Zeng Meimei and asked her to have dinner together, saying she was feeling down and wanted her company.

During dinner with Zeng Meimei, Ning Hui was preoccupied and had little appetite. Actually, Zeng Meimei had sensed something was wrong from the beginning and asked several times what was wrong, but Ning Hui remained silent. So, Zeng Meimei, oblivious to her own troubles, ate heartily by herself.

After a long pause, Ning Hui finally mumbled something to herself, her voice barely audible, "Tell me, Mei Mei, can a person really love two people at the same time?"

Zeng Mei Mei heard this clearly, her mouth agape for a long time, looking utterly shocked, and asked, "What's wrong? Who have you fallen in love with? Could it be that you've fallen for my brother?"

Ning Hui lowered her head and shook it, quickly saying, "No, it's not him!"

"But, it's all over..."

Ning Hui continued to murmur...

Zeng Mei Mei was genuinely startled by Ning Hui's sudden remark, thinking that Ning Hui was saying she had fallen in love with her brother—if that were the case, Zeng Mei Mei thought, how could she face Comrade Lu Gong? This was really going to be a disaster.

Listening to Ning Hui's muttering to herself, Zeng Meimei suddenly seemed to remember something and cautiously asked, "Honey, the person you're talking about, is it the one we played Truth or Dare during this road trip, when Beifang asked you how many men you'd been with?"

Zeng Meimei then counted on her fingers, "You answered three, right...? Is it that mysterious third person besides your husband and Beifang?"

Ning Hui raised her eyelids, a slight smile playing on her lips, and nodded without saying a word, which was her answer.

"What's going on?"

Zeng Meimei was now excited, her eyes immediately gleaming with intense curiosity!

"Who is that person?"

"Our company's... General Manager Wang,"

Ning Hui murmured softly.

"Ah? I've seen him! He even attended your wedding, right?"

"Yeah."

"Wow, I still remember what he looked like, tall and big, quite manly! I heard he was a war hero, right? He seemed like the kind of person with a lot of experiences and a lot of stories."

Zeng Meimei got even more excited, her eyes turning into a lovestruck, seductive light. "Tell me, tell me!"

"It's nothing much,"

Ning Hui bit her lip and hesitated for a while. Seeing Zeng Meimei's inquisitive and fussy look, she puffed out her chest, let out a long breath, as if trying to release the pent-up feelings she had been holding in for so long, and then began to tell the story of Ning Hui's cuckoldry.

Of course, telling her husband's embarrassing stories was to clarify the ins and outs of her affair with Boss Wang—facing her best friend, whom she was meant to tease, and given their decades-long friendship and the fact that Mei Mei already knew about Ning's cuckoldry, Ning Hui felt no pressure or obligation to hide anything. So, Ning Hui started by recounting Boss Wang's arrival at the company, explaining almost every detail: her heroic complex, recognizing Boss Wang as her daughter, and how Ning's husband's misunderstanding of their unprotected sex led to an argument, his running away from home, and being robbed and stabbed. She even included the explicit scene of restoring Boss Wang's virility in bed, and then the text message she sent him that afternoon to sever their ties…

Ning Hui finished in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, and waited a second… As soon as Ning Hui finished speaking, Zeng Meimei's booming voice began to blare: "Tsk tsk, I was telling you when we were kids you liked Li Xiangyang, Dong Cunrui, and that guy who fired at me, oh right, and Wang Cheng and all those war heroes were just a joke, huh? Turns out you're serious! Well, now you've really met your great hero, my goodness, don't keep coming up with things that are beyond my comprehension, okay?"

Then Zeng Meimei crossed her arms over her chest, closed her eyes, and said with a look of longing and intoxication, "Why haven't I met such a great man? Tsk tsk, it's even a father-daughter relationship, how romantic, how exciting!"

Seeing Zeng Meimei's act, Ning Hui was both annoyed and amused, so she rolled her eyes at Zeng Meimei and said irritably, "Are you done yet? You're really getting carried away, aren't you? Why did I call you here? Are you afraid things won't get out of hand?"

"Sigh!"

Zeng Meimei, having had her fill of commotion, sighed with a particularly wistful expression, "You know, in a woman's life, how come she can't escape the word 'love'?"

Despite Zeng Meimei's usual carefree and boisterous nature, when she gets serious, she can utter such philosophical words. This sigh about the relationship between women, fate, and love immediately put Ning Hui into deep thought.

"When a woman falls in love, the worst thing is being trapped by it; no matter how much she suffers, it's all on her."

Then, Zeng Meimei continued like reciting lines, her reasoning flowing smoothly; it seemed she was here today to play the philosopher.

“Yes, no matter what, you're the one who suffers,”

Ning Hui nodded thoughtfully, then a bitter smile flickered across her face like a dragonfly skimming the water. “Am I too…”

“Too what?”

“Too promiscuous.”

Ning Hui smiled. “Loving two people at the same time, isn’t that extravagant?”

“Hehe, theoretically speaking, a person can love n people at the same time. Humans are born alone. When it comes to feelings, it’s like a container without a limit; the more the better.”

Zeng Meimei’s earlier exuberance had vanished completely, replaced by a solemn expression as if facing such a grand question about life.

Ning Hui picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, then lowered her head, trying to calm the turmoil in her chest, trying to transform the truly overwhelming waves in her heart into a still lake…

“Honey, so, what are you going to do?”

Zeng Meimei looked at Ning Hui’s downcast and solemn face and finally couldn’t help but ask.

“What do you mean, what are you going to do?”

Ning Hui looked up, blinking at Zeng Meimei.

"You... and President Wang, it must be so hard for you two to keep this up. Why don't you just continue being lovers? Have a good talk with Nan Ze. If you can't say it, I will. As long as President Wang can't take her husband's place, he'll be more than happy to be cuckolded!"

"No... no need. I already said it's all over."

Ning Hui bit her lip, answered firmly, and then gave a faint smile.

"Sigh, you indecisive woman, where did your fearless, stubborn temper go?"

Zeng Meimei started yelling again. "Alright, alright, fine, if you're going to break up, then break it off cleanly. Your husband let you out to play with men, but you wanted to play with emotions. Now you've got yourself into trouble."

"You damn Meimei!"

Ning Hui's face turned pale at Zeng Meimei's outburst. This Zeng Meimei's switching between the roles of philosopher and vulgar woman was too dazzling. What did she mean by playing with men and emotions? Did this sound like something a highly educated woman would say? Ning Hui nervously glanced around and pinched Zeng Meimei's arm. "What nonsense are you talking about? Is it going to kill someone if you keep your voice down? Are you afraid no one can hear you?"

"Hehehe, so what if I heard? Men are allowed to play with women, but women aren't allowed to play with men?"

Zeng Meimei seemed to be getting more and more excited, then she leaned closer to Ning Hui with a mysterious look, her voice finally dropping an octave as she whispered in Ning Hui's ear: "Honey, you seem so depressed. I'll ask Ning's husband for a day off, and I'll take you out to have some fun!" "

Where to?"

"To Night Love!"

"What's Night Love? What do we do there?"

"Hehehe, we play with men!"

Zeng Meimei said, a lovestruck smile blooming on her face. "Night Love is a one-night stand club, full of rich and handsome guys, and lots of artsy guys like you. If we sisters go, we'll scare the place to hell."

"Tch,"

Ning Hui blushed slightly when she heard what Zeng Meimei was really saying, and punched Zeng Meimei lightly. "Can't you be a little more reliable? Don't you ever have a serious moment?"

"My philosophy is, better to be genuinely flamboyant than hypocritical!"

Zeng Meimei said, followed by another burst of carefree laughter.

"Get lost, I'm not going to be flamboyant with you anymore."

Ning Hui knew that Zeng Meimei was truly unstoppable when she got going, so she quickly changed the subject, "So, how's things up in the North?"

"Hehe, he's heartbroken. What else can he do? His sister Ning broke his heart, poor little guy."

Zeng Meimei was now hoarse from talking and took a sip of water.

"Well, you should check on him more. I hope nothing's wrong with him. I feel like it's unfair to him to keep this from him from the beginning. I'll go home and ask my husband if we should tell him the truth."

Ning Hui said with some concern.

"Tch, what's the use of my concern? He's thinking about his sister Ning, huh?"

Suddenly, Zeng Meimei seemed to remember something, smiled mysteriously, and said bluntly, "Hey, honey, how do you feel about breaking up with my brother? Are you really sad?"

"What do you think?"

A trace of sadness really flashed across Ning Hui's face, and she sighed, "People aren't machines. We've been together for so long, and then you just leave like that. It's a lie to say I'm not sad at all."

"Hehehe, at least you still have some conscience towards my brother. But I think it's better not to tell him the truth. I think this time, besides not being able to stand you having an affair with another man..."

"Hey, hey, hey, who's having an affair with whom? Can you watch your mouth?"

Hearing Zeng Meimei say this, Ning Hui pouted unhappily and quickly muttered.

"You and Lu Gong, hehehe, get this straight, Lu Gong is my sugar daddy."

Zeng, ever the boisterous and boastful one, seemed particularly amused by Ning Hui's exasperated expression. "Besides being unable to accept your affair with Comrade Lu Gong, another important reason, in my analysis, is that he's particularly hurt by losing to Lu Gong, a nobody he's always looked down on."

"Sigh, sometimes, Beifang is a bit too arrogant,"

Ning Hui chimed in.

"So, it's good for him to experience some setbacks. He's always had it too easy, always a winner. How can he grow up without experiencing some setbacks?"

Zeng, the boisterous one, started acting like a political commissar again.

"Hmm,"

Ning Hui nodded thoughtfully, "As long as he's alright, that's good. Okay, that's about it for today, I'll go pay the bill. I told my husband I wouldn't be home too late."

"No, no, honey, I promised to treat you to a welcome-back dinner from America, so I'm treating today. Even though you didn't have much of an appetite today, I'll still pay the bill."

While waiting for the waiter to settle the bill, Ning Hui picked up a toothpick and forked a slice of watermelon from the fruit plate, holding it to her lips as if she wanted to eat it, exuding a captivating charm. Then, Ning Hui suddenly said in a low voice, "Meimei, you mentioned that Night Love Club earlier, have you been there? One-night stands, are they really that exciting?"...

These past two days, Ning Hui has seemed depressed and her spirits haven't been high. I've asked her about it a few times, and she always says she's too busy at work and a bit tired. I didn't think much of it, just told my wife to get more rest.

That morning, I first called Boss Qiu to discuss the matter of Luo Xiaoyanzi and to thank him for his righteous act in dealing with Bank Manager Feng's reprimand of me. Boss Qiu answered the phone this time, but said he was still out of town and wouldn't be back for another two days. So I went to the newspaper office to handle some work matters, and as usual, I went to Boss Qiao's office for a lively discussion about recent international and national affairs, managing to extract some important political secrets from him. At noon, I treated Boss Qiao to tofu rice, and then played a few games of Go with him in his office. I gave him a two-stone handicap, but I still managed to defeat him decisively. Then, feeling extremely satisfied, I prepared to leave the newspaper office and go home.

To my delight and surprise, I received a text message from Luo Xiaoyan: "Brother Nan, where are you? Busy?"

The joy I felt needs no explanation; you know what I mean. This was unexpected because I couldn't remember the last time Luo Xiaoyan had proactively texted me like this. It meant that Xiaoyan's heart was gradually opening up…

I quickly called Luo Xiaoyan's cell phone: "I'm at the newspaper office, just finished up and have some free time. Where are you? What's wrong? Is something the matter?"

"I'm at my apartment, nothing's wrong… Can't I call you?"

Luo Xiaoyan sounded a little resentful, but I immediately understood—the girl missed me—this feeling instantly made me feel like I'd eaten an ice cream in the sweltering July heat.

"No, no, Xiaoyan, don't misunderstand,"

I quickly explained.

"I miss you, are you free? Can you come and keep me company?"

Xiaoyan's timid voice on the other end of the phone was so pitiful.

"Okay, I'll be right there," I quickly agreed

. I

readily agreed on the phone, but after hanging up, I was worried. How should I ask my wife for permission? I just went on a date with Luo Xiaoyan two days ago, and now I'm going again? The frequency seems a bit too high.

But I'd already promised Xiaoyanzi, so I had no choice but to bite the bullet and try asking my wife. I immediately drafted a text message and sent it: "Honey, Xiaoyanzi needs to see me about something, so I'm asking if I can go. Of course, if you don't approve, I'll absolutely obey 200%!"

Not long after, my wife replied, and her reply made me want to shout "Long live my wife!" three times: "Ha, doesn't your wife know your little schemes? 200% obedience, huh? If I didn't let you go, you'd be pouting like crazy. Go ahead, darling, don't come back too late." Wow,

if there were an Oscar for the most understanding wife, it would definitely go to my wife. Going on a date with my lover with my wife's decree—this world is so wonderful!

Let the world's envy and jealousy come even more fiercely, because I have such an Oscar-worthy wife!

Arriving at Luo Xiaoyan's apartment, the moment I stepped inside, I was so astonished that even my husband, Xiao Ning, couldn't help but jump for joy. While Luo Xiaoyan was dazzling on the runway and various performance stages, wearing all sorts of sexy and not-so-sexy gowns, offstage she always preferred a simple, plain look, forever projecting the image of a girl next door. But today… the

moment I entered the room, I felt a flash of dazzling light, like an alien visitor, almost knocking me to the ground and causing my nose to bleed—it turned out Luo Xiaoyan was wearing a pure white dress, trimmed with silver… The silk-trimmed camisole, its hem just past her hips, revealed Luo Xiaoyan's beautiful, long legs and slightly upturned buttocks. The ultra-thin triangular underwear subtly outlined a seductive triangle within the extremely short skirt, sparking the imagination. Crucially, the low-cut neckline of the camisole barely covered half of her breasts, leaving almost half of her upper breasts exposed. The V-shaped cleavage, seemingly both shallow and deep, rippled gently with the movement of her body.

As usual, Luo Xiaoyan wasn't wearing a bra; her round, firm breasts were presented in their most natural state, making one forget they were a woman's breasts, instead viewing them as the most beautiful and precious gems of the world.

Never before had I seen Luo Xiaoyan display her body with such captivating, vibrant, and alluring sexiness—it's said that women adorn themselves for their lovers, and this most enchanting private scenery a woman can possess is something Little Swallow has specially offered for her Brother Nan.

Looking at the spring scenery and beauty that Little Swallow had so earnestly presented before me, I felt a surge of excitement and emotion, staring blankly for a long time, unable to move, completely like a pathetic loser utterly captivated by a goddess!

Seeing me staring at her with eyes practically spitting fire, Luo Xiaoyan knew her Brother Nan was using his eyes to flirt, and became somewhat embarrassed. She instinctively crossed her hands over her chest, her face flushed with shyness: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Do you...do you...have any hemostatic suppositories?"

I felt like my tongue was tumbling out.

"What do you need hemostatic suppositories for?"

Luo Xiaoyan was a little confused by my abrupt question.

"Wait...wait, my nose is going to bleed uncontrollably!"

Luo Xiaoyan suddenly realized that her deliberately sexy outfit had made Brother Nan unable to control himself and was about to have a nosebleed. She quickly rushed into my arms, intending to bury her head in my chest and act coquettishly, but the result was still comically that Comrade Ning, the cook, was being held in Sister Yan's arms.

Damn it, she's 178cm, and I'm 175cm, it's not my fault!

Xiaoyan's slender, half-exposed body was tightly embraced by me, filled with her fragrance. Then I tilted my head back—don't spray me, I'm...—I tilted my head back and was about to ask Xiaoyan for a kiss!

Without hesitation, Luo Xiaoyan lowered her head, her fragrant lips parted slightly, and pressed against my large mouth—what followed was a passionate, dizzying kiss. I plunged my tongue deep into Luo Xiaoyan's sweet-smelling mouth, swirling it wildly, while Luo Xiaoyan sucked on me with increasing fervor, occasionally extending her own tongue into my mouth for me to suckle.

This kiss seemed to slow down time in Luo Xiaoyan's apartment by five minutes—because the kiss lasted exactly five minutes, and the passionate Xiaoyan and her Nan-gege kissed until time seemed to stand still…

If my hands hadn't been constantly moving, reaching under the hem of Luo Xiaoyan's sundress, almost slipping inside her panties, this kiss might have continued even longer.

"Mmm, wait, don't be so hasty..."

Luo Xiaoyan protested, panting, as she slapped my hand away from her panties.

"No, no, darling, you can't leave me like this after all that stimulation!"

Ning, the cook, started acting like a rogue. Even though Xiaoyan was tall, she was still a delicate woman, how could she resist her brother's now boiling blood?

With a little force, I broke through Luo Xiaoyan's symbolic defense with her slender hand, and her almost invisible, ultra-thin panties were pulled open like a leaf. Then, with a very tender and gentle touch, I caressed Luo Xiaoyan's delicate flower garden.

Even a light touch left a warm, damp feeling on my hand. Ning, the cook, immediately exclaimed mischievously, "Wow, darling, it's already babbling like a little stream!"

"Mmm—"

Luo Xiaoyan whimpered, her legs seemingly instinctively clamping my hand between them, then her body went limp against mine, but she kept murmuring, "Just... just a little while, okay?"

Seeing that Luo Xiaoyan still insisted on waiting even in this state, I figured she must have something important to say, so I stopped what I was doing and gently asked, "What's wrong, darling?"

Luo Xiaoyan's answer almost made me collapse...

Luo Xiaoyan said sweetly, "Can you let me finish watching this rerun of 'If You Are the One'? It's airing right now!"

Oh my god! I then realized that the TV in the room had been on the whole time, and Meng Fei's deep, somewhat unclear, atypical Mandarin was playing: "Please look at the twenty-four female guests across the room, please choose your favorite girl..."

Then, still seething with anger towards Meng Fei, I pulled Luo Xiaoyan onto the sofa and started watching

"You Are the One." "Hehe, sorry, it'll only be a little while, it'll be over in a second. *smack*"

Seeing my annoyed expression, Luo Xiaoyan, while watching, pouted and gave me a sweet kiss on the lips, coaxing me sweetly.

"Hey, hey, what's so interesting about this? You're not interested in the female guests, and not many of the male guests are handsome,"

I deliberately teased.

"Huh, who said I wanted to watch the female and male guests?"

Unexpectedly, Luo Xiaoyan pouted and said this.

"Then what are you watching?"

"Watching Grandpa Meng! This little lady is a fan of Grandpa Meng, hehe!"

Luo Xiaoyan deliberately shrank closer to snuggle in my arms and said sweetly.

"Ah, you like Grandpa Meng?"

"Yeah, I like him a lot."

"Hehehe,"

I laughed, "You like him? A bald, bespectacled middle-aged man with a perpetually upturned upper lip? Goodness. What's your taste?"

"I think he's incredibly talented and humorous. Anyway, I just like him. Don't you believe me?"

Xiao Yanzi tugged at my arm and shook it, looking extremely serious, as if afraid I wouldn't believe her.

"Hehe, I believe you, I believe you. So, how much do you like him?"

Now Ning Zhufu's eyes lit up, he was really getting excited.

"I...I..."

Luo Xiaoyan wanted to say something, but couldn't, suddenly becoming flustered or perhaps shy, her face turning red.

"What's wrong? Could it be that this bald guy is your dream man? You've dreamt about him?"

I was just making a casual joke...

Then I realized, damn, this world is amazing! Unexpectedly, Luo Xiaoyan looked at me with utter astonishment and complete honesty, her mouth agape for a long time: "How did you know?"

"Huh?"

Now it was my turn to be speechless. "You really dreamt about him? What happened?"

"I...hehehe...I won't tell, I won't tell!"

Luo Xiaoyan's face turned bright red, and suddenly she couldn't help but burst out laughing, burying her face in my chest!

"Hehehe, tell me, darling,"

I quickly cupped Luo Xiaoyan's face and pleaded, "I've dreamt about Maggie Cheung before, and it's not shameful to dream about your idol, right?"

"Mmm-hmm,"

Luo Xiaoyan shook her head desperately, but I still pleaded as much as I could, and finally Luo Xiaoyan relented, "Okay, I'll tell you, but you can't laugh at me."

"No, no! Absolutely not!"

I solemnly promised repeatedly, then stretched out my hand to make a pinky promise, "Come on, pinky promise, if you laugh, you're a puppy."

"Hehehe,"

Luo Xiaoyan finally laughed, stretched out her hand and pinky-promised me, "Okay, I'll tell you, if you laugh, you're a puppy!"

"Mmm-hmm, I'm a puppy."

I nodded like I was pounding garlic.

"I...I dreamt about him..."

Xiaoyan's words were on the tip of her tongue, but she still couldn't say them.

"What's wrong with dreaming about him?"

"With him..."

Xiaoyan's hesitant and unspeakable appearance at this moment was extremely shy and embarrassed.

Actually, the meaning and context of that hesitant sentence had already made my blood freeze: "I dreamt about kissing him..."

"Mmm..."

Luo Xiaoyan nodded quickly and buried her head in my arms again!

"You dreamt about making love with him?"

Ning Zhufu's mischievous mind couldn't let this opportunity pass, and he continued to press on with his question.

"Mmm..."

Luo Xiaoyan nodded again, her head buried in my arms, "I don't know if it is." "

Anyway, in the dream, Grandpa Meng was on top of you and being a pervert, right?"

"Mmm..."

Then Luo Xiaoyan reached out and punched me, "No, no, I'm so embarrassed, you bad guy!"

"Hahaha!"

Looking at Luo Xiaoyan's incredibly cute and charming appearance in my arms, I couldn't help but burst into laughter!

"Little dog! Little dog! I told you not to laugh!"

Luo Xiaoyan quickly reached out and covered my mouth.

Haha, as the saying goes, spring dreams leave no trace. Our lovely Little Swallow's spring dream was actually about Grandpa Meng, the bald guy with glasses!

Damn you, Meng Fei, you're so lucky! Do you even know how beautiful our Little Swallow is? You ruined her like that in her dream!

Actually, to be honest, I quite like Grandpa Meng, mainly because his penis is a bit too cute.

Thumbs up, Grandpa Meng! Thank you, for my lovely Little Swallow!

I grabbed Luo Xiaoyan's outstretched hand. This sudden discovery of Little Swallow's girlish spring dream inexplicably stirred a burning excitement within me—no, it was arousal! I admit, the moment Luo Xiaoyan nodded in agreement that she had made love with Grandpa Meng in her dream, I shamefully got an erection!

Thinking of that age-old truth, and looking at Xiao Yanzi's cute and shy face, I... really got hard!

The truth is, which girl doesn't dream of love?

At this moment, Xiao Ning's "cook" was already erect in my pants like a cannon, hot as iron. I impatiently pulled Xiao Yanzi's hand into my pants, then had her slender fingers encircle the glans of my erect penis, guiding them to gently stroke it up and down.

After a while, I started panting heavily, groaning incoherently, "Darling, I can't take it anymore, look at it, so hard... oh..."

Xiao Yanzi looked at me with gentle, watery eyes, then at the little mound being caressed and rubbed in my pants. Without hesitation, she began to unzip my pants and carefully took my penis out of my underwear.

When Xiao Ningfu was pulled out of his pants, his penis bounced in the air like a straight spring, swaying like a tree stump about to topple. Luo Xiaoyan saw this and smiled charmingly...

Then she bent down, pursed her lips, and gently sucked on the glans, moaning, "It's so cute..."

Then she opened her mouth and took the entire glans, down to the second half, into her mouth...

With that one bite, I felt my previously stiff body melt like ice cream into Luo Xiaoyan's warm, soft, and moist lips.

This time, Luo Xiaoyan's movements were much more skilled and natural than before. Although there was still a slight teeth-like sensation when she licked the shaft due to her lack of experience, the excitement and stimulation of Luo Xiaoyan offering me oral sex between my legs made that teeth-like sensation an unparalleled pleasure.

I gently held Luo Xiaoyan's head, softly slipping my hands into her flowing hair that cascaded over her shoulders, my throat emitting soft, panting breaths…

“Was it good, darling?”

After a moment, Luo Xiaoyan released my penis, looked up, her eyes blinking, and asked me with a sincere and adorable expression.

I cupped Luo Xiaoyan's face, kissed her lips that had just been licking my penis, and smiled as I said, “Was it good when I gave you oral sex?”

“Mmm,”

Luo Xiaoyan nodded, the light in her eyes seeming to pierce my heart.

“I feel as good as you do, understand? And…”

I chuckled mischievously, “Your technique is much better than last time. If… if your teeth didn’t get caught on the shaft when you licked it, that would be perfect.”

“Mmm,”

Luo Xiaoyan let out a shy, soft moan, “You bad boy.”

After saying that, Luo Xiaoyan lowered her head, opened her mouth again, and took my penis into her mouth. She even improved the sucking motion on the shaft, just as I had suggested. Soon, Ning Zhufu was already enjoying the blissful sensation of his penis being swallowed toothlessly by her delicate, beautiful lips.

I gently began to lift my erect penis and slowly push it into Luo Xiaoyan's throat. Luo Xiaoyan didn't resist at all, which sent a warm, burning sensation through me. Then, I ran my hands back into Luo Xiaoyan's hair and mumbled, "Darling, can you close your eyes?"

"Mmm,"

Luo Xiaoyan murmured, unable to speak, just nodding indistinctly as she licked and sucked my penis. Then she closed her eyes, but her lips and tongue continued to caress me...

"Close your eyes, and think about the cock you're sucking right now..."

I deliberately used the strong word "cock," then I closed my eyes, steeled myself, and blurted out the rest of my sentence, "Darling, think about how the cock you're sucking right now is Grandpa Meng's, okay?"

As soon as I finished speaking, I clearly felt Luo Xiaoyan's body shudder, and she let out a deep moan. The penis I was sucking in her mouth was noticeably sucked harder...

Luo Xiaoyan's "Ah oh" moan sounded incredibly sweet and resonant, echoing long in the room...

At this moment, Grandpa Meng's masculine, magnetic baritone voice in his atypical Mandarin came from the TV: "The contact information for the male guests who didn't find a match today is..."

The replay of "youaretheone" finally ended! Grandpa Meng had disappeared from the television screen; in the mind of our lovely, dear Xiao Yanzi, he had transformed into the erection of the man she was currently fondling…

After a while, I can't remember how I frantically stripped Luo Xiaoyan naked—though it was just a thin, leaf-like suspender top and a pair of panties—and carried her to the bedroom bed. At this moment, my penis was already incredibly aroused, thrusting vigorously beneath Luo Xiaoyan's already wet body. Watching my cock slap in and out of Luo Xiaoyan's tender flesh under her pubic hair, and with each thrust bringing forth Luo Xiaoyan's increasingly tight moans, I wished time could stand still at this moment…

Although Luo Xiaoyan's breaths were coming in one after another, it seemed that she was still trying her best to control herself, just like the previous times when we made love, not wanting to make any louder noises…

“Darling, is it comfortable?”

I asked gently, controlling the intensity of my thrusts.

"Mmm, so...so good...mmm,"

Luo Xiaoyan answered me breathlessly in a broken voice.

"Then could you...make your moans a little louder, turn them from 'mmm' into 'ahhhhh'?"

I then increased the intensity of my thrusts.

"Mmm, you bad...you bad boy...mmm,"

Luo Xiaoyan's voice was still a little restrained...

"Darling, you not only need to learn to enjoy it, but also to learn to express that enjoyment...okay?"

So I increased the force again, thrusting in deeply!

"Mmm...say you love me! Mmm...say you love me!"

I felt Luo Xiaoyan's body begin to actively suck in my penis and start to thrust upwards...

"I love you, darling! I love you!"

I started to go all out, letting my penis pound in Luo Xiaoyan's now incredibly wet, tender, and tight honey hole.

"Mmm...ahhhhhh...ah—"

Luo Xiaoyan finally turned her soft moans into heart-stirring cries under my vigorous thrusting!

A shiver ran through me, a mix of affection and joy I couldn't quite define... only the relentless, pounding thrusts against Xiao Yanzi's sticky, honey-like flower core!

I felt the tender flesh of Xiao Yanzi's flower core begin to contract tightly; I knew Xiao Yanzi had begun to take flight, soaring to the most magnificent peak of the sky!

Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind—in all my previous lovemaking with Xiao Yanzi, we'd only used the most traditional missionary method, but the most stimulating position for a woman, the one that made her feel the most complete surrender... This

was a golden opportunity, a chance that wouldn't come again! I quickly and gently stopped my frenzied thrusting, slowly pulling my dripping penis out of Luo Xiaoyan's honeyed cave.

"Mmm, give it to me, give it to me, darling, I want you, I want you!"

Luo Xiaoyan's legs clamped tightly around me, unwilling to let me slip out.

"Wait, darling, I'll want you, I'll want you even more fiercely."

With that, I pulled Luo Xiaoyan's body up, making her face away from me, then spread her legs and knelt on the bed.

Luo Xiaoyan turned her head and looked at me with a slightly bewildered gaze. I leaned in and gave her a tender kiss. "Don't be nervous, darling. All you need to do is enjoy it and express your pleasure with your loudest voice. What I'm doing now is just a different way. I'm going to take you from behind, to penetrate you from behind."

"Mmm,"

Luo Xiaoyan murmured, nodding as if she understood, then turned her head as I instructed, supporting herself with her hands on the ground. When Luo Xiaoyan presented her round, perky, slightly tanned buttocks high in this position, the beautiful disc and alluring cleft were so visually stimulating that my penis jolted, and I almost ejaculated.

I suppressed my urge to ejaculate, reached out, and traced the cleft of Luo Xiaoyan's alluring buttocks, then slightly widened it. Following the guidance of her fingers, I guided my penis into the moist, fragrant honey hole below her buttocks.

"Ah—"

My penis had barely entered and hadn't even withdrawn when I heard Luo Xiaoyan let out a long sigh. I heard it clearly, it was "ah," not "um"—this filled me with unprecedented excitement… Then, after a few gentle thrusts, I gripped Luo Xiaoyan's firm, smooth, full-moon-like buttocks with both hands and began to accelerate, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echoing continuously once again.

"Ahhhhh…"

Luo Xiaoyan's earlier, interrupted cries returned, as melodious as a swallow's song…

"Is it good? Darling? Does it feel good to be penetrated from behind like this?"

"Mmm, it feels good, ahhhh…"

"Do you like being penetrated from behind like this, darling?"

"I like it… I like it… faster… faster… faster, darling…"

"Say it, penetrate me, darling! Say it, penetrate me!"

I was almost delirious and insane!

"Put it in, my darling, put it in me... put it in me! Ahhhhh!"

I don't know if this is a milestone for a girl's transition from naivety to maturity, but for me, it's the first time I've heard those words—words that would make any man swoon—from Luo Xiaoyan's mouth for the first time... put it in me!

At this moment, I don't know what I'm doing, or if I'm doing the right thing—a girl with such a tragic fate, kind as the heavens, from the fear of sex brought on by being raped and having her virginity taken by her half-brother, to now expressing such a strong desire for love and sex, I really don't know if I'm doing the right thing, I don't know how far I can go with this girl in front of me—but after all, right or wrong, I've already done it!

Hearing her ecstatic moans and pleas for me to thrust in, I finally ejaculated inside Luo Xiaoyan's beautiful, honeyed hole. Xiaoyan expressed her love and gratitude for her Nan-gege (Brother Nan) with an orgasm far more intense than any before…

and also gratitude for Grandpa Meng…

As the passion subsided, I held Luo Xiaoyan's naked, still slightly sweaty body and whispered sweet nothings: "Darling, was the way you did it just now good?"

"Mmm, I didn't even know where I was."

"Is it more comfortable and more exciting to penetrate from behind?"

I gently pinched one of Luo Xiaoyan's nipples, asking with a mischievous grin.

"Both front and back are comfortable, but from behind, it seems, psychologically it's more…"

"More what?"

I pressed on, feeling a sense of accomplishment.

"More… more exciting!"

Luo Xiaoyan finished, burying her face shyly in my arms, then playfully punched me, "You bad boy!"

"Hmm, darling, let me ask you another question,"

Ning Zhufu continued conducting his survey.

"Hmm, what's the question?"

"With Boss Qiu, did he ever penetrate you from behind?"

"What kind of questions are you asking? You're so mean! He wanted to, but... but I didn't."

Luo Xiaoyan didn't look at me, but her face was still flushed, whether from the recent climax or from shyness, I didn't know.

"Hehe, oh, when did you and Boss Qiu start?"

"Hmph! You're asking me? You should be asking yourself!"

"What happened?"

"That time, you forgot? I was going to offer myself to you, but you... you don't know how kind I was that time. "

Luo Xiaoyan's eyes blinked, her face full of coquettishness and resentment.

"Ah? You mean that time I didn't have the courage to take you? You mean you were already going to be with Boss Qiu then... and you were going to give yourself to me first?" Luo Xiaoyan's eyelids drooped, and she didn't speak, only giving a soft "

hmm" and nodding.

Suddenly, I felt a surge of immense emotion and pity welling up inside me. I wondered how I, a mere cook, could possibly accept such profound affection from this girl.

I hugged Luo Xiaoyan tightly and planted a deep kiss on her forehead: "Sorry, it's my fault."

"Okay, considering you spent time with me today, I accept your 'sorry',"

Luo Xiaoyan smiled playfully, reaching out to gently pinch my nose. "Actually, I should thank you. I felt so happy and joyful today. You know, today is my..."

"Your what?"

"My birthday."

Luo Xiaoyan looked at me with bright eyes. "I was afraid of bothering you and your wife, so I didn't want to contact you. But I couldn't resist sending you a text message. I hope your wife won't be angry with me?"

"Ah? Why didn't you tell me it's your birthday today?" "

I was clearly caught off guard by this sudden news, half joyful and half bewildered. Joyful because I knew how much Xiao Yanzi cared for me, and bewildered because celebrating her birthday like this was a bit too shabby.

I quickly glanced at the Omega watch my wife had bought me, lying on the bedside table. It was almost nightfall, so I hurriedly said, 'Hurry up and get dressed, let's go out and have some fun to celebrate! My treat!'

'Yay!'

Luo Xiaoyan's face immediately lit up with a radiant smile. We were getting ready when my phone rang. I saw it was Ning Hui.

I quickly answered, and heard Ning Hui's sickly voice on the other end: 'Honey, is it a convenient time to talk?'

'What is it, honey?' "

Hearing Ning Hui's voice, I immediately tensed up. "

I'm sick, and I have a really high fever. I took my temperature at home, and it's 39 degrees Celsius. Can you come home right now?"

"Ah? Okay, I'll be right back."

I quickly dressed and rushed out the door.

Just as I was about to leave, I saw Luo Xiaoyan staring at me blankly.

"I'm sorry, I..."

I stammered.

A hint of sadness flashed in Luo Xiaoyan's eyes, but only for a moment. She then gave me a bright smile: "Your sister-in-law is sick, isn't she? What are you waiting for? Go home quickly!"

I paused, then rushed over and kissed Luo Xiaoyan on the forehead before leaping out of the room.

And that Omega gum, I forgot on Luo Xiaoyan's bedside table in my haste to leave...

Speaking of which, the reason Ning Hui suddenly fell ill today is this:

This afternoon, Ning Hui had just approved my date with Xiaoyan when General Manager Zheng called me into his office and mysteriously showed me a printed document.

Ning Hui glanced at the document; the title was "Report on Comrade Wang Daming's Recent Inspection in the United States." Ning Hui understood the gist of it immediately, but she patiently read through the document without showing any emotion.

The document consisted of three main parts, all written from Ning Hui's own perspective: first, that General Manager Wang had privately traded with clients and betrayed the company's interests during negotiations in the United States; second, that General Manager Wang had used public funds for lavish meals, gambling, and prostitution in the United States; and third, that General Manager Wang had abused his power to harass and molest her.

Before Ning Hui could finish reading, General Manager Zheng sarcastically announced the price: "Little Ning, if you sign this document, I'll give you 1 million yuan after it's done, plus a promotion to vice president of the company."

Ning Hui scoffed, "That's all the price?"

"Of course, we can discuss it further."

General Manager Wang's shifty eyes darted around.

Ning Hui didn't say anything, but elegantly tore the document in her hand into several pieces and placed them on General Manager Zheng's desk. Ning Hui felt a surge of anger and wanted to say something, but suddenly felt powerless. She simply said in a soft but firm tone, "Don't even mention 1 million yuan. Even if you put all the money in the world here, you still wouldn't get my signature. By the way, is it really worth it to do these underhanded things?"

After saying that, Ning Hui didn't want to look at General Manager Zheng's disgusting face anymore and turned to leave his office.

Just as she reached the door, she heard Mr. Zheng's sarcastic voice again: "Xiao Ning, I know you respect Mr. Wang a lot, and your relationship is... quite good. But you need to think about yourself. There are rumors circulating that you slept with Mr. Wang in America. You're a young woman with a family. These rumors are really bad for you..."

Hearing Mr. Zheng's words, Ning Hui felt truly enraged, but she didn't have the energy to lash out. Ning Hui simply turned around and replied calmly, "I don't know why some people are so interested in who slept with whom. Besides, whether I slept with Mr. Wang or not, what does it matter to you?"

After saying that, Ning Hui slammed the door shut and left.

As soon as she stepped outside, Ning Hui felt lightheaded, followed by a cold sweat on her back, and a sudden, overwhelming exhaustion...

Ning Hui felt unwell and rushed home early, intending to lie down in bed, but unexpectedly, she developed a high fever...

I rushed home and immediately drove Ning Hui to the hospital, where she received an IV drip until late at night before returning home. By then, Ning Hui's fever had mostly subsided. She

had just taken her medicine and was lying weakly on the bed, her face pale. I was about to hand her a glass of water

when I saw her looking at me hesitantly, murmuring wearily, "Honey, can you hug me?"

I quickly put down the glass and pulled Ning Hui close to my chest. "Baby, I'm sorry I wasn't there for you today because you were sick."

Ning Hui smiled faintly, then hugged my waist tightly and murmured hesitantly, "Honey, I want to quit my job."

Her voice was filled with immense grievance...

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