[Urban] Clouds and Rain (Complete) - Part 2

Chapter Three:

Just as darkness fell completely, Lu Zhiyuan's car crossed the famous Longjiang Bridge in Yuhang City and entered the urban area of Yuhang. As one of the most important cities south of the Yangtze River, Yuhang's prosperity is no less than that of Dongdu.

As night fell and the city lights came on, the lights of the entire city quickly shone like the stars in the sky.

Yuhang did not show any tranquility after nightfall; instead, it became more bustling. People who had been suppressed by the summer heat all day came out of their homes, took off their neat uniforms from work, changed into light clothes, and enjoyed the gentle evening breeze blowing from the river, enjoying the city's rich and colorful nightlife in the cooling air.

The shops on both sides of the street lit up all their lights, trying their best to attract customers. The colorful neon lights bloomed like spring flowers in the city buildings and night sky, vying for beauty. Lu Zhiyuan had been to this city many times for work and drove the car through the roads with great skill. Suddenly, he spotted a beautifully decorated flower shop by the roadside.

He slowed down, pulled over, got out of the car, and entered the flower shop.

Before the clerk could even ask any questions, he ordered a bouquet of thirty-six red roses.

The young female clerk skillfully arranged the bouquet while asking curiously, "Is this for your girlfriend, sir?"

"It's for my wife; it's her birthday today,"

Lu Zhiyuan replied with a smile.

"Oh,"

the clerk drawled enviously, then turned to a younger girl and said, "Look at him, so romantic even after marriage. My jerk and I got married four years ago, and he hasn't even sent me a blade of grass since." The clerk

handed Lu Zhiyuan a large, neatly wrapped bouquet of vibrant roses. He paid, thanked her, took the roses, got back into his car, and drove off again, carefully parking in the crowded parking lot in front of a tall building.

Looking up, the building's clean facade was devoid of any clutter or complex structure. Its exterior was a minimalist Western style, but the rooftop featured traditional Chinese eaves with large, flying eaves. The yellow frame paired with vermilion glazed tiles shimmered under the night sky. The same was true of the cloister in front of the main entrance; besides the large eaves, the supporting pillars were also traditional Chinese dragon pillars, with five-clawed golden dragons spiraling upwards, majestic and lifelike, their heads raised high and their whiskers proudly upturned.

Entering the hotel, Lu Zhiyuan went straight to the elevator, up to the twelfth floor, to room 1214.

The Xin Jie film crew was staying at the renowned Grand Hyatt Hotel in Yuhang. Coincidentally, an acquaintance of Lu Zhiyuan was the manager there, so he learned about his wife's room without disturbing her. After some haggling and persuasion, using both soft and hard tactics, he finally convinced his old friend to hand over the room key, promising not to cause him any trouble.

He stood at the door, double-checking the number 1214 on the brass plaque above it. He listened intently, but there was no sound, not even from the television. Lu Zhiyuan swiped a white card on the card reader by the door; the light bulb on the bar device quickly switched from red to green.

He put the card away, carefully turned the handle, and pushed open the door. Inside was a spacious room. A yellow ring light on the ceiling was still on. Lu Zhiyuan knew his wife never turned off the lights, or rather, she preferred the room to be brightly lit when she returned.

The room was simply furnished. In the center was a double bed. Xin Jie always tossed and turned, often squeezing him to the side at home, so whenever she went out, she would change to a larger bed like this.

Opposite the bed was a TV cabinet piled high with colorful bouquets, probably gifts from fans at events. Zhiyuan held the delicate bouquet of roses, sat on the edge of the bed, imagining how surprised and happy his wife would be to see him upon her return.

He tested the softness of the bed with his hand; a passionate lovemaking session was sure to ensue soon, he chuckled. The room was filled with the scent of his wife's usual cosmetics and perfume. Casually glancing up, he noticed a three-door wardrobe tucked into the side wall of the bed. A new idea struck Lu Zhiyuan.

He stood up, opened the wardrobe doors, and found it empty. Wiping the sheets a few times, the man picked up the bouquet, tiptoed inside, and carefully closed the doors, making sure they didn't touch the flowers.

The space wasn't large, just enough for him to stand in. In the darkness, only a beam of light shone through the cracks in the double doors. Lu Zhiyuan was very pleased with his idea. Perhaps this way he could wait until Xin Jie finished washing up before rushing out to steal a kiss, he chuckled, hoping he could hold out until then.

His wife's alluring body stirred his desire. But time seemed to drag on endlessly. Each footstep outside filled him with immense joy, yet the door never opened as he expected. Sweat began to bead on his forehead; this damned closet was unbearably hot.

After waiting for a long time, he grew drowsy, his forehead slowly drooping in the stuffy closet, only to be startled awake several times by bumping into the door.

Just as he was about to finally get some fresh air, he heard a click, followed by the soft scraping of the door hinges. Lu Zhiyuan felt a surge of joy; she was finally back. But from the footsteps, he realized it wasn't just one person returning; perhaps it was a colleague who had brought her home, he thought. But what happened next completely defied his expectations.

A beautiful woman in a purple evening gown gracefully appeared in Lu Zhiyuan's sight. Her hair was styled in a seductive updo, her breasts were prominently displayed, a ribbon matching the color of her dress adorned her slender waist, and below that, her full, rounded hips swayed high. He had seen and caressed that figure countless times, never tiring of it.

Just as Lu Zhiyuan was contemplating whether to go out and surprise his beloved wife or continue waiting, a pair of large male hands suddenly reached out from behind, encircling Jia Xinjie's soft waist. His head rested on the beauty's shoulder, his mouth buried in her neck. Although he couldn't see clearly, he could clearly hear the smacking sounds of his lips kissing her neck.

Lu Zhiyuan's mind went blank. For the first few seconds, he even thought he was hallucinating, or that this was just a scene from a play. But he quickly came to his senses and painfully realized that he had encountered the biggest surprise of his life. He had given himself a huge surprise. Judging from his wife's twisting body without any resistance, this was definitely not the first time.

His face instantly turned bright red, and his chest felt as if it had been struck by a huge hammer. The heavy feeling felt like it was tearing his body apart. His heart, lungs, liver, gallbladder, and all his internal organs were being gripped together by an invisible hand, trying to squeeze and crush them.

The invisible hand controlling this man was none other than the woman he loved most. The man's arms, which had been wrapped around her waist, were now parted; one was kneading Xin Jie's high breasts, while the other pressed against her crotch, three fingers probing her most sacred female parts through her silk skirt—the forbidden territory that belonged only to her husband.

Lu Zhiyuan desperately wanted to rush out and beat the man, even kill him. But years of reason pulled him back from his impulse at the last moment. He knew that if he rushed out now, the consequences would be devastating. He had no doubt that in his rage, he would kill the adulterer. But then he would be finished, Xin Jie would be ruined, and Si Yun and Si Yu would fall from grace instantly. The family he had painstakingly built and protected over ten years would crumble overnight—this was absolutely unacceptable!

He had to try to protect his family, Lu Zhiyuan told himself desperately.

Having made up his mind, he tried to calm himself, but his legs trembled uncontrollably as he struggled to suppress his instinctive urge to rush out. He held the bouquet tightly in both hands, not even feeling the thorns on the stems piercing his palms.

In the sweltering heat of the closet in the sweltering summer, Lu Zhiyuan felt icy cold all over, as if he were in an ice cave in a snow-capped mountain. Every drop of sweat on his body felt like a rolling ice bead, making him tremble uncontrollably.

"Ah..."

A woman's soft moan of unbearable discomfort drew his attention back. At this moment, Xin Jie's arms were wrapped around the man's head behind her.

Her dress had been pulled open and was bunched up at her waist, revealing her fair and tender body. She leaned forward, her full breasts standing high, being kneaded into various lewd shapes by the man's large hands.

The man was pressed against her back, their bodies tightly stuck together through the thin summer clothes. He kissed Xin Jie from the back of her neck, biting little by little down to her shoulder blades, leaving a series of purplish-red marks on her smooth, fair back.

He didn't seem to want to possess this beautiful woman immediately, but rather to slowly arouse her inner desires. His movements were skillful, expertly stimulating every sensitive spot, causing her rosy lips to emit unbearable moans. He wasn't in a hurry, even though his lower body was already erect.

While his palms swirled around her breasts, his fingers drawing circles on her areolas, feeling the soft touch, he whispered, "Xiao Jie, is this how he bullied you that morning?"

"Ah?"

Jia Xin Jie, her eyes half-closed like a cat, feeling the tingling sensation on her breasts and the hot male body behind her, was suddenly asked a question that made her flushed cheeks even more shy. "Yes, Brother Wang,"

she answered softly.

"Then tell me, what did he do?"

The man pinched the beauty's nipples between two fingers, pressing his thumb against them, gently rubbing the delicate, sensitive nipples.

"He...he peeled off my bathrobe and...his hands...his hands pinched my breasts, mmm..."

Her nipples were pinched hard by the man, the sudden pain making her bite her bright red lips, but her chest still tried to stand high, wanting the man's more forceful caresses.

"And then?"

the man continued to ask with great interest, one large hand leaving her already slightly reddened breasts, sliding down Jia Xinjie's flat stomach, and reaching into the hem of her skirt. The tight fabric revealed the shape and movement of the man's hand, and the place it was probing was the young woman's tightly clenched thighs. He was in no hurry to go deeper, but simply used two fingers to separate the already heated petals in her wet private parts, his index finger skillfully finding the erect clitoris and gently sweeping it over.

"Ah..."

Xinjie's voice changed from a low moan to a seductive cry, her eyes opened, looking at the ceiling with a somewhat dazed expression, and then said, "Then like you, play with, play with my lower part."

"Where is 'lower part'?"

The man's fingers exerted force again, pressing the wet clitoris into the soft flesh.

"Ah..."

The electric current from her lower body made Jia Xinjie's whole body go limp. Her knees and calves, which were pressed together in a V-shape, trembled uncontrollably. Her two feet, tucked in with a 9-centimeter high heel, made her sway even more violently. If it weren't for the man's arm caressing her chest, she might have already fallen onto the bed in front of her.

She answered between soft gasps, "Yes, it's my clitoris."

Looking at her round buttocks that were high and up due to her chest, the man couldn't help but swallow. Although he had seen them countless times, every time he saw such full peach-shaped buttocks rising high in front of him, he had an urge to fuck her hard. What a slut.

The man chuckled to himself, his fingertips continuing to twirl around her tender clitoris. "And then?" he asked.

Jia Xinjie, oblivious to the lust in his eyes, replied, "Then, then I got a call from Brother Wang. He asked what I was doing, and told me I couldn't do it with him without permission."

The man withdrew his fingers from her vulva, moving them to her buttocks, tightly encased in her purple skirt. He pressed his fingers firmly, leaving five indentations. Feigning authority, he asked, "So, did you do it with him?"

"No, I didn't,"

Jia Xinjie shook her head, her brows furrowed, her expression a mixture of shame, excitement, or both.

"Then why didn't you do it with him? Isn't he your husband?"

the man asked teasingly, slowly lifting the hem of her skirt above her high, rounded buttocks, revealing her long, slender, white legs.

“…Ugh…”

Xin Jie bit her lip, shaking her head violently, refusing to cooperate with his lewdness any longer. During each sexual encounter, he would mention his married status, as if that would excite him further, making her feel even more debased and wanton.

*Smack!* The man's large hand struck Xin Jie's bare buttocks, leaving a clear red finger mark on her translucent skin. Her high, smooth, peach-like buttocks trembled with the blow. “If you don't talk, you'll be punished,”

the man said with a cruel smile.

“Ugh…”

Xin Jie bit a stray strand of hair with her bright red lips, shaking her head desperately, refusing to submit. *

Smack! Smack! Smack!* The man vigorously kneaded her erect breasts, his fingers playing with her hard nipples, while slapping her firm, bouncy buttocks with his palm. A fine layer of fragrant sweat covered her buttocks, white and tender like a peeled boiled egg. With each slap to her fragrant buttocks, her plump flesh trembled slightly, her ankles swayed occasionally, and her beautiful legs clamped even tighter, her leaning body filling the man's palms with her ample breasts.

"Ah... I said... it's... because without Brother Wang's permission, I, I can't make love with my husband... ah..."

Xin Jie opened her red lips, moaning shamefully as she uttered these words. A tingling, electric sensation surged from the deepest part of her body, causing her to involuntarily twitch from her toes to the top of her head. Still using her hands? How could that be pleasurable? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video, Fan Bingbing's lower body, realistically molded, highly realistic vulva shape, soft and delicate skin! Built-in large-particle protrusions, close to the female physiological structure, providing a more realistic experience... rhythmic swallowing and spitting, irresistible! Click to enter.

In the wardrobe, Lu Zhiyuan heard all this, and the fire in his chest seemed to explode as if struck by a bolt from the blue. So that's what happened that morning when his wife suddenly stopped their lovemaking! He wanted to laugh out loud, to burst into laughter. For the first time, he realized that a man's dignity could be trampled on like this. His own wife could obey a stranger, depriving him of his most basic rights as a husband.

His flushed face turned ashen.

The man stroked her rounded buttocks, finding a slightly sticky fluid between her thighs, slowly flowing down her delicate inner thighs.

He dipped his fingers in the fluid flowing from her vulva, first swirling it around her chest a few times, then inserting his sticky fingers into her slightly parted, panting mouth. "Lick your juices clean."

Xin Jie couldn't resist his wicked decree, taking three wet fingers into her mouth, sucking, her tongue circling the knuckles. A slurping sound came from her mouth as she tried to swallow the slightly acidic fluid mixed with her saliva, though some saliva still dripped from the corners of her bright red lips, forming glistening strands.

Seeing the woman's glistening, lewd lips, the man bent his finger and played with her warm, delicate tongue, saying, "Little slut, how does it taste?"

The beautiful young woman had three fingers in her mouth and could only make whimpering sounds, making the saliva at the corners of her mouth stretch even longer.

The man pinched her fully engorged nipples and said, "Xiao Jie, I love you just the way you are. Every time your husband is mentioned, you get so excited you pee. Tell me, aren't you slutty? You really enjoy cheating on your husband?"

Lu Zhiyuan, who had been wondering what else could happen, didn't expect that the humiliation he had just endured was only the beginning.

The man threw the now-weak Xin Jie onto the bed, then took off his clothes and pounced on her. The beautiful young woman lay on her back on the bed, her firm breasts like two jade bowls inverted on her chest, the two rosy nipples trembling slightly on the white, creamy hemispheres. Her elegant evening gown was wrapped around her waist, and her thighs were brazenly spread apart by the man, revealing her bright red vulva. The scent of her arousal mixed with the smell of sweat sprayed onto the man's face.

The slightly sour, sticky scent was more exciting to him than any aphrodisiac. Her black thong was deeply embedded between her thighs. He pulled it up, revealing it covered in sticky love juice. The clear liquid splattered on the thong's bindings, splashing onto both of them.

The man pulled off the bindings, raised his already hard penis, dipped the large glans into her wet, tender red opening, and then thrust in forcefully, parting her delicate petals and penetrating her completely.

"Mmm... ahh..."

Xin Jie was still feeling the tingling sensation of the thong bindings scraping against her body when the hard penis immediately made her tense all her muscles. She wanted to wrap herself around the man's waist, but her two slender ankles were firmly held in his hands, making it impossible for her to move. She was still wearing delicate black high heels, and her whole body was like a little frog being pressed onto the bed, her thighs spread wide, letting the black penis enter and exit her bright red opening.

"Ahahaha..."

The beautiful young woman's entire body swayed with his thrusts, her snow-white breasts bobbing back and forth, creating waves of milk, the tips of which were tinged with a dazzling crimson. A loud splashing sound filled her crotch; her small hands couldn't grasp anything, only clutching the sheet beside her head, her slender fingers twisting into ten small white knots. Her small feet curled and opened repeatedly in her high heels, making the shoes wobble precariously.

Just as her vaginal muscles convulsed, the folds of her vaginal walls spasmed, her whole body trembling, about to reach orgasm, the man suddenly withdrew his penis. A wave of emptiness instantly enveloped her; her lower body felt uncomfortably empty, her unsatisfied vagina even throbbing slightly.

She opened her dazed eyes, looking at the man on top of her with a pleading, yearning gaze. The man's gaze, however, fell on the only adornment on her naked upper body.

People say that when two people's genitals are connected, their hearts are also connected. Jia Xinjie truly hoped this was wrong. But before she could even speak to stop him, the man had already removed the beautiful pink pearl necklace from her elegant neck.

"No... Brother Wang... that's mine..."

Before she could finish speaking, the string of round, lustrous pearls was stuffed into her wet, moist vulva. His hand pressed against Xinjie's tender flesh, slowly inserting the pearls one by one into her flower cave, which had just been emptied of his penis. Immediately, a large amount of translucent love fluid overflowed from the already juicy interior.

"Ah..."

Xinjie cried out, her lower body trembling, her vulva becoming even wetter. She wanted to speak up and stop him, but the renewed pleasure rendered her speechless, only letting out a woman's unbearable moans, "Ah...no...don't..."

Her cries only fueled the man's pleasure in playing with her. Seeing her close her eyes in helpless shame, he abruptly pulled out the beaded necklace and pressed this precious birthday gift against her tender anus.

"Ah, no, ah!"

Xin Jie couldn't bear to see her husband's gift become a lewd tool for her lover to play with her body, and that it was about to be inserted into her most filthy place.

But she was powerless to resist, completely under his control. Just as she tried to stop him, the first grape-sized pearl, lubricated by her own love juice, pushed open her pale brown anus and entered her most filthy place. She felt she had completely defiled her husband's love.

One, two, three pearls—as more pearls were inserted into her body, Xin Jie felt her anus growing increasingly swollen and hot. The heat was so intense that even through the thin membrane, her empty vulva could feel it. She shook her head restlessly, unsure whether it was shame or pleasure.

The man turned her over, placing her on her side in front of him. He then pulled off her thong, which was in the way, and tossed it into the wardrobe. It slammed against the door and fell to the floor, as if demonstrating to her husband inside. Lu Zhiyuan watched through the small crack in the door. The man hugged Xin Jie from behind, spreading her long, beautiful legs. One leg was pressed against the bed, while the other, held high by her hand, was raised, revealing the bulging tendons at the base of her thigh. On her beautiful foot were black high heels.

"Is it comfortable with the birthday present from your husband in your back?"

The man kissed the beautiful young woman's sculpted, fair shoulders from behind, his fingers teasing her sweaty thighs like playing a piano, stimulating every sensitive spot, asking lewdly.

Xin Jie writhed uncontrollably, pressing her plump buttocks closer to his hot spot, the half-inserted beaded chain rubbing against her inside as it swayed. Hearing his question, her rosy lips trembled slightly, and her answer came with a soft moan, "Mmm...I want..."

The beautiful young woman's submissive appearance made him laugh triumphantly, saying, "Well, my good darling, you know what to do now, right?"

Xin Jie stretched out one slender arm and groped around between her legs, finally managing to grasp the still trembling, hard penis. She gently held it, feeling it still pulsating in her hand, the fullness in her palm was exactly what she needed. Her fair little hand grasped the thick, black penis, aiming it at her tender jade gate. She hadn't realized that her husband, Lu Zhiyuan, was watching all of this. Lu Zhiyuan truly wished he could faint right then and there.

The moment the thick head of his penis touched her opening, the wife's vagina seemed to immediately feel an intense, burning sensation. Her labia began to tremble, and her vaginal muscles involuntarily began to ache and numb. The beautiful young woman gasped for breath, but she couldn't enjoy this feeling of fulfillment without her lover's thrusting.

"Do you want it?"

the man asked from behind, lightly licking her delicate earlobe with his tongue, arousing her arousal.

"Mmm,"

Xin Jie nodded impatiently.

"Then what do you want?"

he asked knowingly.

The beautiful young woman knew the man's depravity; he wouldn't stop until she was utterly humiliated. She gently stroked his penis up and down, saying, "I want Brother Wang's big cock, I want Brother Wang's big cock to fuck Xin Jie's little cunt."

Lu Zhiyuan, hidden in the closet, never imagined that Xin Jie, who would blush with shame even saying "I want" during sex, could utter such vulgar words to another man to beg for pleasure. Normally, even a crude joke from him would get him a beating from the beauty.

The man chuckled lewdly, thrusting his penis into the young woman's flower-like opening. "Ah..."

Xin Jie screamed, her voice filled with satisfaction and pleasure.

Her wet, tight cunt immediately gripped the invading penis, the thick glans plunging through the thick, wet opening. "Such a comfortable cunt,"

the man thought to himself, secretly pleased. Although he had fucked her countless times, every time he entered, she was so hot and wet, so tight and small—it didn't seem like a woman who had given birth to two children.

The already wrinkled flower path, separated by a thin membrane and dotted with grape-sized pearls, appeared even more rugged, nearly causing the seasoned man to lose control.

He quickly slowed his pace, trying to distract himself, and asked, "Xiao Jie, did you tell your husband about that?"

"Huh?"

Xin Jie, who was enjoying the male's thrusts, was startled, then realized what he meant. Her cat-like eyes narrowed even more, as if trying to close them to avoid the question. Her face, full of lust, was a mixture of shame, pain, and uncontrollable excitement.

"Yes, Brother Wang, I told you."

The immoral pleasure made her even more unbearable, the torment in her legs. She unconsciously twisted her waist, wanting more of the man's touch.

"What did you say? Tell me."

The man asked knowingly, his penis deliberately avoiding the woman's welcoming movements, slowly playing a game of nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one.

Xin Jie tried to sway several times, but he dodged each time. She knew he was deliberately toying with her, but with her back to him, she couldn't reach him. One of her long legs was held in the air by his hand, out of reach, leaving her at his mercy. She could clearly feel the shape of his penis inside her sensitive opening. The accumulating, unreleased pleasure was like a file, slowly rubbing against her nerves, making her tender flower path crave his stronger thrusts, yearning for him to conquer her body and soul with his masculine prowess.

"I want...I want to have his child,"

the young woman gasped, her eyes closed, twisting her waist. Round beads of sweat covered her fair body, flowing down her skin and leaving trails.

"Actually?"

the man asked, slapping her thigh hard. The sound of the slap immediately left five finger marks on her taut, delicate skin. The trembling flesh transmitted the vibration deep into her body, simultaneously affecting her anus, which was adorned with a beaded chain, and her vagina, which was clamped around his penis. This intensified the lust within the beautiful young woman, and her instinctive desire made it impossible for her to refuse his excessive demands.

"Actually, it's actually your cuckolding game, Brother Wang... Ah..."

Hearing her trembling as she uttered such shameful words, the man thrust forward violently, reaching the deepest part of her flower path, causing Xin Jie, who was completely unprepared, to scream.

As if stimulated by the beautiful young woman's words, the man put one arm around her shoulder and the other on the back of her legs, rapidly thrusting his penis back and forth. The impact of his thick penis brought Xin Jie, who had been lingering in a state of soreness for a long time, to an instant orgasm.

But this was just the beginning. With each powerful thrust, waves of overwhelming pleasure assaulted her senses. Her vagina convulsed and spasmed, and her drooling lips uttered high-pitched moans, "Ahhh...ahhh...ah...no...I can't...take it anymore..."

Seeing the beautiful young woman beneath him unable to control herself, the man was filled with masculine pride. He thrust rapidly, panting, and said, "Yes, this is my game. You and your husband will take turns ejaculating inside your womb. Let's see who's stronger, who can get a big star pregnant, hahaha."

His shouts made Lu Zhiyuan tremble uncontrollably. If everything before had only caused him pain, suffering, and heartbreak, the current reality made him feel like his entire world was collapsing. This man had not only defiled his wife but also brazenly trampled on his male dignity, and his beloved wife, whom he cherished as his life, was actually participating and enjoying it.

Lu Zhiyuan felt darkness engulf him. He was using his last ounce of willpower to keep himself from collapsing, this time only for the sake of his final dignity.

His wife lay on the opposite bed, facing him, her beautiful face flushed with desire. Her long, flowing hair was disheveled, clinging to her sweat-drenched, snow-white body. Her breasts swayed alluringly with each thrust, her flat stomach glistening with sweat. Her slender waist writhed ecstatically like a water snake, responding to his deeper penetrations.

Her lower body was spread wide like a bitch in heat, one long, beautiful leg pinned beneath him, the other raised in the air, her thigh lifted by his support, her calf tucked behind her knee, swaying limply. Her black high heels were already on the floor, her delicate white toes curled and clenched, even the soles of her feet were wrinkled.

In the woman's most private place, beneath a neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair, the man's dark, thick penis thrust powerfully in and out between her fair thighs. Her bright red labia were spread wide, and with each withdrawal, glistening glittering pink flesh was pulled out, then, amidst the squelching sounds and the slapping sounds of her buttocks against her lower abdomen, it was thrust back into her.

"Ahhh..."

Jia Xinjie was overwhelmed by a torrent of orgasms, reaching peak after peak, the pleasure indescribable.

"Do you want me to cum inside you? Do you want me to get you pregnant?"

the man asked loudly, feeling a tingling sensation in his scrotum as he increased his thrusting.

Completely immersed in the ocean of sex, the young woman gasped, using her last strength to moan, "I want...I want..."

Just as her ecstatic cry escaped her lips, the already thick penis swelled even larger, completely stretching open her delicate flower, pressing against the most tender part of her clitoris, wedging itself against the slender cervix. A scalding, turbid stream violently gushed into the deepest part of the young woman's body, giving her a sensation of falling from a great height, her vision filled with sparks from electric currents.

Her naked, snow-white body trembled incessantly, her delicate white feet, dangling in the air, stretched taut, her five jade-like toes involuntarily digging together.

"Ah..."

All the spasmodic flesh in her lower body tightened simultaneously, except for one numb spot that relaxed. Before she could recover, a stream of golden fluid gushed from between her legs, spraying like a fountain towards the opposite cabinet.

Countless glistening droplets scattered along the graceful arc, releasing a sour, pungent odor into the air.

His beloved wife, driven to ecstasy by another man, lay sprawled out like a bitch, urinating in front of him. Lu Zhiyuan's pale face had lost all color.

The carnal feast continued. The man seemed to have inexhaustible energy, posing the beautiful young woman in various lewd positions, uttering obscene words to humiliate her. His engorged penis pounded into her, while the woman yielded, moaning and whimpering. Her slightly parted vagina, mouth, and anus were all ravaged by the penis, filled with thick, white semen.

This period felt like the longest time in the world to Lu Zhiyuan; every second was unbearable. Their intense sex was, in his eyes, the most painful torture. The two naked bodies writhed together for an unknown amount of time before finally stopping. The man extinguished the light, and the two fell into a deep sleep.

After what seemed like an eternity, Lu Zhiyuan's stiff body finally began to move. He pushed open the closet door, and a pungent mixture of sweat, perfume, and bodily fluids assaulted his face, tinged with a hint of fishiness.

He glanced at the bed; in the dim light from the window, he saw their bodies still intertwined. His wife's arms and legs were wrapped around his body, his limp penis still pressed against her fleshy thighs. In the dim moonlight, the bed was a mess, the sheets speckled with various wet patches.

Most striking were the patches of semen of varying sizes on her fair skin—on her neck, between her breasts, and most prominently on her rounded buttocks and between her thighs. Like a male dog marking itself after mating.

Looking at his beloved wife covered in semen and bruises, Lu Zhiyuan couldn't bear to look at her for even a second longer. He turned to leave when something tripped him. Looking down, he saw a long, thin thong tang wrapped around the toe of his shoe, emanating a foul, fishy smell. From where it had fallen to the bed, a clear water stain was visible on the red carpet.

Lu Zhiyuan kicked off the thong ribbon and staggered out of the room, leaving behind only a broken rose on the floor in the closet. On its green stem were specks of bright red blood, as striking and jarring as the shattered rose petals on the ground.

Beside it lay a crumpled pair of black underwear and a dark, foul-smelling water stain.

The setting sun, from orange-yellow to orange-red to bright red, from a large circle to a flattened sphere, finally dipped below the horizon, leaving only a vibrant sunset in the sky for people to contemplate.

As night fell, the sky shed its colorful attire, donning a deep blue veil. On the bustling streets, the orange-yellow streetlights, bright shop lights, and colorful neon lights transformed the world from night into what seemed like daytime. The throngs of people seemed to confirm this; those who had finished their day's work gathered here in small groups to enjoy the vibrant nightlife of Dongdu.

Zhulin Night Market is Dongdu's largest night market. Originally located on Zhulin Road, it has grown significantly, now covering seven or eight nearby streets, and is a must-visit for Dongdu residents' nighttime leisure and entertainment. Besides various delicious snacks, it also includes KTVs, dance halls, bars, cafes, and even bathhouses—places of entertainment and revelry.

On both sides of the street, various food stalls and open-air restaurants were bustling about, eagerly beckoning to passersby. The aroma of food, the pungent smoke, and the greasy smell of oil mingled in the humid air.

On this noisy street, several boys and girls walked past the stalls lined with tables and chairs. In the middle was a tall boy, his arm around a slender girl, his outstretched hand resting on her full breasts.

Sun Meiyan looked exceptionally beautiful tonight. Her shoulder-length hair was dyed brown, and she wore a short-sleeved shirt that reached her waist, with only two buttons at the front. The deep V-neckline revealed glimpses of her fair, deep cleavage. Her flat stomach, thanks to dance practice, was completely free of any excess fat. A diamond-shaped ornament adorned her navel, sparkling under the lights.

Upon closer inspection, the ornament was studded with dense crystal sequins, which, glistening with sweat, reflected a silvery sheen with every slight movement of her waist.

She wore a black and red striped miniskirt, a truly short skirt that barely covered her long, shapely thighs before her high, rounded buttocks. With each step, the skirt swayed, revealing the smooth curves of her buttocks to those behind her. Peeking through the curves, it was clear that her firm, full buttocks were completely uncovered.

Each tap of her right foot made a swishing sound, and a gold anklet adorned her slender ankle, its sequins reflecting a dazzling shimmer.

The girl wore transparent high-heeled sandals, the toes barely touching the ground, requiring her to sway her hips and buttocks to maintain balance as she walked. She leaned almost entirely against Zhang Hao's muscular body.

This delicate beauty leaned against him, her natural musky scent mingling with perfume, emanating from her sweaty skin. From his angle, he could see the exposed upper half of her breast swaying in front of him, white and tender flesh glistening with beads of sweat that trickled into her deep cleavage. The breast

he was pressing against had no fabric to feel except for her short-sleeved shirt. Under his kneading, a small, peanut-sized nipple quickly protruded between his index and middle fingers. Her other breast was also pressing against his side, and his bare upper body could clearly feel the firm, full, and elastic orbs.

Enjoying the pleasure brought by the warm, soft flesh beside him, Zhang Hao couldn't help but feel his mind wander.

This little girl was indeed alluring and wanton; it hadn't been a waste of his two months of riding his Harley to her school gate every day to wait for her. He'd never had to put in this much effort to pick up girls before; before, he only needed to wag his finger and those women would obediently come to him.

However, this seemingly aloof and arrogant woman immediately became docile after being thoroughly tamed by my big dick. Now she's clinging to me like a little plaster, and in bed she's moaning louder than anyone else.

He couldn't wait to find a place to strip this little wench naked and have a good time with her.

Even then, he couldn't help but steal glances at the other girl behind him.

Her face, with a few strands of hair clinging to it, was delicate and refined. A few beads of sweat glistened on her slightly flushed cheeks, making her look like a lotus emerging from water, radiating a unique rosy glow. Her chest, simply clad in a white t-shirt, protruded with two full breasts, like two ripe peaches, plump and juicy. The t-shirt, damp with sweat, clung to her body, and even through her bra, one could feel their roundness and firmness.

The loose t-shirt, wet in several places, clung to her body, allowing glimpses of her exquisite figure beneath the oversized garment. Her rounded buttocks were high and pert, tightly encased in pale yellow shorts. Her long, slender legs were lined with translucent skin, and her small, delicate feet, clad in flat sandals, were white and adorable, like freshly peeled bamboo shoots. Pink nail polish

adorned her tiny toenails, which lifted and fell with each step. Her petite figure moved gracefully through the crowd, every movement a dance-like delight. Her supple, supple body, honed from childhood, possessed remarkable resilience and youthful vitality, like a ripe cherry, tempting men to take a bite.

Especially now, as she held a bowl of banana shaved ice, eating it as if no one else was around. Long chunks of banana moved in and out of the girl's cherry-red lips. Her full lips bit and sucked on the fleshy banana, occasionally licking it. The white, sticky mixture of melting ice cream and banana chunks clung to the corners of her crimson lips, which the girl's pink tongue swept over. Because it was far from her lips, she had to slowly lick it, scraping the white, sticky substance little by little into her rosy mouth.

Her innocent face and casual movements made all the men nearby swallow hard, feeling a surge of heat, their pants tightening instantly. The girl's actions were so charming, so sexy, so alluring. Compared to the deliberate actions of mature women, the girl's unconscious, innocent actions were even more tempting.

The two art school boys watching nearby felt their whole bodies go numb, wishing that cute little mouth was licking their bodies. They called her "Little Sister Siyu" on one side and "Little Sister Xiaoyu" on the other, diligently telling her all the jokes and stories they knew, making Lu Siyu laugh incessantly, her beautiful face beaming with laughter.

Zhang Hao, walking ahead, was already plotting how to win over this adorable little girl; he imagined her delicate taste would be a hundred times more tender and delicious than the slut beside him.

Just as his mind was filled with these wild thoughts, at the corner of Wufu Road, their group was suddenly stopped by seven or eight people. Some had their shirts open, exposing their chests; some had their clothes draped over their shoulders; and some were even shirtless, their bodies covered in various tattoos. They blocked Zhang Hao and his companions' path with wicked grins.

"What are you doing here?"

Feeling Sun Meiyan beside him, and especially the little beauty behind him, staring at him, Zhang Hao deliberately feigned nonchalance, casually asking as if inquiring about the price of radishes on the street, showing no panic whatsoever, completely disregarding these people.

He had the credentials, not because of his own personal prowess, but because his father, Zhang Wanlong, was one of the biggest local tyrants in the entire Zhulin Night Market. Originally just a fried chicken vendor, he quickly made a name for himself on the burgeoning Zhulin Road with the help of a few close friends and the skills he learned in the army.

Besides extorting small vendors, Zhang Wanlong also owned several nightclubs and dance halls. But brute force alone couldn't last; his smartest tactic was "law-abiding." Drugs and narcotics were rarely found in his controlled establishments. He actively cooperated with the police during anti-prostitution and anti-illegal activities operations, providing intelligence and dismantling several large gangs on Zhulin Road.

The consequence, of course, was that fewer and fewer forces in the entire Zhulin Night Market could challenge him. Therefore, mentioning Brother Long's name on Zhulin Road was enough to command respect. Everyone knew he had connections everywhere, with friends in both the legitimate and underworld circles.

As his son, Zhang Hao was naturally fearless. The young man, besides being puzzled by the clueless punk, was also somewhat grateful to him, allowing him to put on a good show in front of the beauties.

Hearing his unhurried and confident demeanor, the group of brothers looked him over carefully, then seemed to suddenly realize, saying, "Isn't this Brother Hao? Didn't you recognize me, brothers?"

Seeing that they recognized him, Zhang Hao straightened his back even more, a smug smile appearing on his lips. "Ha, you guys recognize me."

"Of course, who in this night market doesn't know Brother Hao?"

his opponent replied with a laugh.

"Good. Which boss are you with?"

Zhang Hao asked, shrugring his shoulders.

The guys changed their tone, their words a mix of soft and hard: "We saw Brother Hao out with two such beautiful girls, and we were worried you'd get tired, so we wanted to help take care of them, right, brothers?"

"Yeah, hahaha."

The burly guys exchanged lewd glances.

"You guys have some nerve, aren't you afraid I'll cripple you?"

Zhang Hao was a bit bewildered by their sudden change, and a surge of anger rushed to his head.

"We're scared, we're scared to death!"

they said mockingly, as they surrounded her.

Seeing the somewhat frightened Si Yu, one of the boys grinned lewdly and reached out to grab her breasts, saying, "Little sister, don't be afraid, brother will knead you a fish ball, as big as yours."

Just then, a hand grabbed his wrist, and his whole body was pulled backward. "Ouch!"

he cried, falling backward to the ground.

"Who?"

After the first guy was thrown to the ground, everyone's attention turned to him.

They discovered that the one who had attacked was a tall woman. At first glance, they were attracted by her legs in jeans, which were two-thirds the length of her body. Paired with high-heeled sandals, they looked even more slender and shapely.

Her snow-white face was deep and alluring, with a high nose, red lips, and large eyes, all proving that she had foreign ancestry. Her features, though unadorned with rouge, were as alluring as a rose, her eyes sparkling with a captivating light. Yet, her sharp gaze held an icy chill, her entire face as if frozen in ice. Two completely different qualities mingled within her; a naturally alluring flower was encased in frost and snow. Any man not intimidated by her would feel an irresistible urge to conquer, to break through this icy barrier and pluck its most tempting prize.

The thugs immediately shifted their focus, wanting to eliminate the meddlesome woman first. The leader glanced at her a few times, then quickly waved his hand to stop his men's impulse, lowering his voice to say, "Isn't this Sister Mu? What are you doing here? Taking a day off?"

The woman glanced at him, running her fingertips through her shoulder-length hair, and said, "Oh, it's Wei Wei. What are you up to?"

"Nothing much,"

he glanced at Zhang Hao beside him and smiled, "Just ran into an old friend, came over for a chat."

"Are you done chatting?"

the woman asked coldly.

“We’ve finished talking, we’re leaving right away,”

Wei Wei said with a fawning smile. “By the way, our boss said if you come to the place sometime, it’ll all be on his tab.”

“Hmph,”

the woman snorted coldly, her face still expressionless, and said, “Tell Ma Shijun to behave himself. The smell of amphetamines from his place can be smelled all over Wufu Road. Be careful, or I’ll bring some men to deal with him.”

“Dong Lei, you’re walking so fast,”

just as the woman was talking to the thugs, a tall, slender man ran over, holding two juicy grilled sausages in his hand. “Eat them while they’re hot. Oh, what, another acquaintance?”

A sunny smile appeared on his handsome face, and he looked completely harmless.

Murong Dong Lei casually took the sausages. The man casually turned his head to the dark alley to his left. Three guys with long watermelon knives were slowly emerging from there, ready to go on a rampage. But when they met that gaze, they suddenly felt a chill run through their bodies, as if they had been thrown into a cold ice cellar in the sweltering heat of midsummer.

The sharpness in his eyes made the three men tremble uncontrollably, like three prairie rabbits being targeted by a ferocious beast. The long cleavers in their hands were nothing more than three fragile toothpicks in his eyes. Even so, they instinctively held the knives to their chests, trying to ward off the fear.

The man turned his head away, and the pressure vanished abruptly, causing the three, powerless, to collapse to the ground. They glanced at each other; although they couldn't see clearly in the darkness, they could feel that each other was drenched in sweat, sweat unrelated to the weather. Once the man was far away, the three sitting on the ground wondered how he had discovered them. They were in a dark alleyway, at least twenty paces away.

Wei Wei, of course, had no idea what had happened in the alley. He had originally kept those three to deal with Zhang Hao, but it was better that they hadn't appeared; the woman before him was someone he couldn't afford to mess with. She glared at Zhang Hao, reluctantly gestured for her men to leave, and said to Zhang Hao, "Goodbye, Brother Hao. Come visit our place sometime."

Dong Lei and her companion

then left side-by-side. Zhang Hao realized his back was covered in cold sweat; the two guys behind him were trembling uncontrollably, and Sun Meiyan was practically slumped against him. Si Yu's once rosy cheeks had turned deathly pale.

Just as Si Yu was about to leave, "snap!" a shoelace on her sandal snapped. She stared blankly at the broken edge. Sun Meiyan said, "Come on, there are some up ahead. Just buy another pair."

"Okay,"

the girl replied, following her.

Lu Zhiyuan drove back to Dongdu in a daze. It was a miracle he hadn't had an accident on the 150-kilometer Donghang Expressway. His car wound its way through the familiar yet unfamiliar streets and alleys of Dongdu until the fuel warning light flashed, revealing that he had already used up enough gasoline for 400 kilometers. He had been circling the city for a whole day.

Finally, he drove into a somewhat chaotic and noisy street. Tall banyan trees lined both sides of the street, and the dark gray buildings were mostly no more than five stories high. The narrow street was filled with people seeking respite from the heat and vendors hawking their wares. The aroma of various snacks mingled with the sweltering summer air.

Lu Zhiyuan slowly drove into a somewhat dilapidated cement gate. Two rusty iron gates swayed precariously on the gateposts. The flowerbeds, though broken, were filled with green plants, mostly cucumbers and tomatoes grown by the residents themselves.

He stopped his car under a tall banyan tree in the courtyard. Around the tree sat many people enjoying the cool evening air, on rattan rocking chairs, canvas stools, and cotton mats. They drank tea, fanned themselves with palm-leaf fans, and chatted idly in the local dialect of old Dongdu.

"Ah, isn't this A-Yuan?"

a kind, slightly hoarse voice called out. "You're back."

"Yes, Aunt Sun, how are you?"

Lu Zhiyuan turned and answered casually.

"Fine, haha, how's your mother? Tell her to come back and visit when she has time, to chat with her old friends."

The old woman smiled, her teeth already sparse.

“Mom, Aunt Zhao passed away a few years ago. You even went to see her one last time.”

A middle-aged man interrupted her, giving Lu Zhiyuan an awkward smile.

“Ah? Passed away? How come I didn’t know?”

the old woman asked in surprise.

Looking at Aunt Sun’s weathered face, Lu Zhiyuan couldn’t help but think of his mother in heaven. If she knew all this, he wondered what she would think. She and his father were so loving. Even though his father had passed away many years ago, a clean set of bowls and chopsticks was always placed on the main seat of the dining table.

Walking through this old neighborhood, everything was familiar. This was the staff quarters of the former state-owned enterprise, Dongdu People’s Machinery Factory, where he had grown up. Building No. 3, covered in green vines, was his home.

What looks old now was considered a high-class building back then, known as a “technology building” because it was one of the first staff quarters built in the factory with independent kitchens and bathrooms, making its residents the envy of many. At the time, the factory responded to the national call to treat intellectuals well, allocating all its mid-to-high-level technical staff to this building, so the workers jokingly called it the "Technology Building."

The overhead lights had long since stopped shining. Entering the somewhat dim corridor, relying on the faint light from the windows, Lu Zhiyuan climbed the broken cement steps. The metal handrails beside him, almost unrecognizable in color, were covered in dust and dirt, making them completely unappealing to hold, even though the corridor was so dark he could barely see the steps.

Reaching the third floor, he fumbled for a bunch of keys in his pocket, picked out the least frequently used one, and opened the black metal door.

The room was equally dark, empty except for some newspapers and trash piled in a corner. The room, without windows, was unbearably stuffy. Since Lu Zhiyuan became successful, his entire family had moved away. The last time the house was used was when it was rented to a young couple from rural Anhui; they lived there for less than a year before leaving, so the house had been vacant ever since.

For some reason, he inexplicably drove here today. Perhaps he wanted to relive those warmest moments.

Before his wedding, his mother had moved out, citing his aunt's desire for companionship. Lu Zhiyuan knew his mother wanted to give him and Xin Jie their own space, especially since the house was quite small, less than 40 square meters in total. Upon entering, there

was a small hallway, barely enough for cooking, which had to be done on the balcony outside. To the left of the entrance was a tiny bathroom, about one square meter. Further in was Si Yun and Si Yu's room, containing a wardrobe, a small double bed, a desk, and barely enough space to walk around.

The room to the right of the entrance was slightly larger, with a double bed, a dressing table, a wardrobe, and even a TV stand. This was his and Xin Jie's marital bedroom, and of course, it was here that witnessed his clumsy first time.

Lu Zhiyuan didn't turn on the lights, nor did he need any; his childhood familiarity allowed him to walk around the room with his eyes closed. The lack of light also made him feel quieter, and his mood calmed down slightly.

The light from the balcony shone in through the window, casting a dim, yellowish glow on the walls and creating dappled shadows. The striped shadows of the balcony railing crept into the room, dividing the glowing squares on the wall into small sections, like a prison of shadows.

He entered his former bedroom, which was also empty, except for a large wooden bed in the center, with scattered newspapers around it. Lu Zhiyuan sat on it, his hands stroking his face. Then, he lay down, the wooden planks beneath him creaking under his weight. On this broken bed, memories began to flood back uncontrollably.

It was in this room, in this very spot, that red bed from his memories. He had to get up very early every day to get to the factory, which was far away, to clean the office, fetch hot water, and try to win the favor of his seniors so he could secretly learn more practical skills.

Winters in Dongdu were still very cold, especially in this house without any heating. Every cold morning, he would automatically wake up at five o'clock, glance at his beautiful wife's serene face beside him, her alluring fragrance filling his nostrils. Then he would struggle to climb out of the warm bed, put on his cold clothes, being careful not to wake his sleeping wife.

Next, he would carefully place her underwear and other close-fitting clothes into his still-warm bed, tucking them in gently so she would have warm clothes to wear when she woke up.

Finally, he would go downstairs to buy breakfast and place it on the table before running to the bus station a kilometer away to wait for the first bus of the morning.

The first few years were indeed tough. Xin Jie hardly did any housework and couldn't find suitable work. With both daughters of school age, the heavy burden of the family fell solely on Lu Zhiyuan's shoulders.

Fortunately, he worked hard and within a few years became a key technical worker in the factory, solving the family's food and clothing problems.

At a friend's gathering, he learned by chance that many shipyards in Dongdu needed an imported controller, but its exorbitant price was prohibitive for many purchasing personnel.

Coincidentally, one of his improved technologies could upgrade the old domestic controller to the level of a new type. Driven by youthful ambition, he resolutely resigned from his job at the factory, borrowed tens of thousands of yuan from relatives and friends, and began his arduous entrepreneurial journey.

During that time, he lived and ate in a dilapidated garage of less than 100 square meters, experimenting and promoting his product to factories. However, no shipyard was willing to purchase something with no proven track record of use, and no shipowner was willing to install it on their ships; they preferred expensive imported equipment.

Despite his efforts, he couldn't sell a single finished product. Just when he was at his wit's end, a young boss came to his workshop. Without looking at any products, he glanced at his swollen, red eyes from several sleepless nights and his unshaven face. He immediately told his entourage to have the Ocean 21, under construction at the Far East Shipyard, test this new controller.

After withstanding the test of wind and waves and time, it proved that this product could achieve the same reliability as foreign products. From then on, all newly built merchant ships of the Ocean Shipping Company used this standard equipment.

Whenever he recalled this period, Lu Zhiyuan didn't first remember Lan Ting's life-saving order, but rather the box of chicken soup his beloved wife had made.

He remembered that it was also a cold winter day. He was lying on the table with bloodshot eyes, checking the wiring in the control box. A worker tapped him on the shoulder from behind, gesturing for him to look behind him.

When he stood up, he saw his beautiful wife wearing a brown coat, having forgotten to wear a scarf around her neck. Her long black hair was flying in the cold wind, and she was holding a green insulated lunchbox in her hands, standing at the garage door, her eyes brimming with tears.

He went closer and found that Xin Jie's fair and delicate face was red from the cold, and her small hands, without gloves, were covered with solidified grease. Seeing him approach, she quickly opened the box and said, "Hurry up and drink some hot chicken soup, you look so tired."

Looking at his haggard face, large tears welled up in her beautiful eyes, creating ripples in the rising steam of the chicken soup.

Lu Zhiyuan couldn't say anything, only took the box. The chicken pieces floating in the soup were of varying colors, some even charred black, and black scum floated on the dark broth. Seeing his wife's trembling body and her face full of concern, he drank the slightly chilled chicken soup in large gulps and ate all the chicken pieces. He couldn't quite recall the exact taste, but every time he thought about it, his mouth felt sweet, and his whole body felt warm from the chicken soup.

He also remembered how, after he finished drinking, his wife, with trembling little hands, took a handkerchief and gently wiped the grease from his mouth and the dirt from his face.

Suddenly, just as he was immersed in the most tender ocean of his past, another series of images from his memory stormed into the tranquil bay. Like a raging storm, they swept away all the peace in his life. The tempest replaced the clouds, the rolling waves overturned the quiet bedroom, and finally, the image changed from warm sunlight to dark, bloody screenshots. They were all recent records, images Lu Zhiyuan most wanted to forget, but he couldn't control them. They flashed through his mind like a swarm of bees: naked bodies, rumpled dresses, and a pearl necklace dripping with juice. In his

mind, like muffled thunder, came the roars of men and the moans of women, and the clearly audible words: "I want...I want..."

His mind kept switching between new and old images.

The woman who cried when she received the award, calling out to herself and her daughter.

The serene face of the woman sleeping peacefully beside him, her breasts and buttocks protruding as she was played with by a man.

The pale hand holding a dark penis, aiming at her rosy vulva.

A figure with long, flowing hair in front of the garage door on that cold winter day.

A naked body, vagina, breasts, and mouth filled with a man's semen.

Lu Zhiyuan couldn't tell which was the real wife, or rather, which was the real wife.

He lay on his back on the bed, feeling nothing against the hard wooden frame, his eyes wide open, staring blankly at the white ceiling above him.

The next day, a small news item appeared on page 15 of the Dongdu Morning Post: Last night, a serious traffic accident occurred on the Tianmu Mountain section of the Yuhang-Haiyan Expressway. A black sedan crashed into a downhill mountain pass. The two occupants, a man and a woman, died at the scene due to severe injuries. The woman was rushed to the local central hospital for emergency treatment, but the hospital stated that the chances of survival were slim. The police are investigating the cause of the accident…

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