Summer flowers in full bloom

Summer flowers bloomed in profusion, and a gentle sea breeze blew. On a secluded mountaintop, a tall, beautiful woman sat on her lover, writhing wildly. She bounced up and down like a rider in complete control, while the man beneath her was the wild horse she desperately wanted to possess and tame. With each vigorous movement, her smooth, full breasts swayed, a large blush appearing above them.

"Hyoga, thrust into me! Harder, harder! Thrust through my belly!" The man below was tall, wearing a red shirt that made his face appear even more flushed; his normally handsome features were distorted with excitement. This was his first time making love in the wild with his lover, and he hadn't expected it to be so thrilling. Just as the two were on the verge of climax, an angry and desperate roar rang out: "Qian'er, what are you doing?!" The man being ridden by the woman remained unmoved; his brain had switched to his lower body's mode, and he didn't react for a moment. His thick, hard penis still instinctively thrust upwards into the woman's vagina.

The woman, however, turned pale and slid off her lover in a disheveled state, grabbing the tablecloth underneath to cover her dripping genitals. She stammered as the man approached, "Ah Jun, what brings you here?" The man called Ah Jun stared at her, his eyes practically spitting fire, roaring hoarsely, "Why? Why?" The man in red, having somehow straightened his lower body, blocked the woman's path and yelled at Ah Jun, "What are you doing? Qianqian doesn't love you anymore, why are you bothering her? With your current state, what can you give her?" Ah Jun didn't even glance at him, his eyes fixed on the woman, repeatedly pressing, "Tell me, why? What have I done to wrong you?" The woman, her face full of shame, stammered, "Ah Jun, I, I..." "Why waste so much breath on him!" the man in red snapped impatiently.

Perhaps, if he were slapped, the man in red would willingly accept it, after all, he was indeed the third party. However, he couldn't stand the woman's attitude of not even looking at him. The man in red had deliberately charged into the eye of the storm, as if to say, "Come at me if you have a problem." Ah Jun, however, only wanted to negotiate with the woman, and shoved the man in red aside. The man in red had been waiting for this, and retaliated with a hook punch that landed heavily on Ah Jun's chin.

A fierce fight ensued, with Ah Jun venting all his anger on the battle. Despite seemingly having an advantage in height and weight, the man in red quickly fell behind, being knocked down repeatedly. Yet Ah Jun didn't pursue, always waiting for the man in red to get up before continuing the fight. The woman beside him tried to pull Ah Jun away, urging him to stop. This, of course, only fueled Ah Jun's anger. Besides, it wasn't Ah Jun who refused to stop, but the man in red who kept falling and struggling to get back up. As the third party who had stolen his friend's boyfriend, driven by male instinct, the man in red couldn't show weakness in front of the woman's boyfriend. However, even he had to admit that he was completely outmatched, seemingly only fit to be beaten, yet he was frantically pushing forward to take the blows. In reality, the man in red wasn't crazy. His mind was perfectly clear.

This is a point the instructors at the police academy emphasized most in their combat training: no matter the situation, don't let anger cloud your judgment. Stay calm, stay calm. His opponent might seem cool, but his despair and anger were written all over his fiery eyes. No matter how many times he'd lost to him in previous combat training sessions, today he would be the winner. The man in red thought this as he repeatedly got up, enduring the excruciating pain.

Finally, he was forced to the edge of a steep cliff. Behind him were clumps of bushes covered in flowers, but he knew that beyond that lay an abyss and the sea. He didn't despair. On the contrary, he knew his chance had come. When Ah Jun lunged at him again, he acted strangely, not meeting the attack head-on, but instead ducking low and kicking his opponent in the back of the knee. Ah Jun lost his balance, stumbled, and fell forward. It all ended in that instant.

"Ah Jun!" the woman screamed as she ran towards the bushes, the man in red grabbing her tightly. "Watch out!" Ah Jun's body slammed against the protruding rocks along the way. Before finally plunging into the sea, he was already bleeding profusely from his head and his skin was torn open. The woman desperately called out her ex-boyfriend's name, and the man in red held her tightly from behind, never letting go. In fact, his own heart was pounding wildly.

Green Sea City, a burgeoning metropolis in the eastern Pacific region of Taiwan, the French Coastal Restaurant in the Blue Bay Building.

This is one of the best restaurants with views in all of Taiwan. The circular booths in the revolving hall on the 108th floor, although not a completely enclosed structure, still provide guests with a relatively private space. The curtains outside the booths are drawn, and the servants will not approach unless a guest rings the bell. Seated in booth A are a couple who have left a deep impression on the waiters. The man is Dr. Zhao Dongliang, who has returned from visiting relatives in the United States. He is tall, refined, and generous when it comes to tipping.

The woman is Zhou Qian, a senior white-collar worker at a local listed company. It was winter in Green Sea, but the private room was filled with the warmth of spring. Zhou Qian had already taken off her coat, revealing her mature and sexy figure. Naturally beautiful, Zhou Qian didn't like heavy makeup, but she had clearly dressed up carefully for this date: she wore a dark purple, tight-fitting, thin cardigan with a narrow V-neck that subtly and alluringly revealed a deep cleavage; a white lace skirt, the very short hem revealing a pair of long, voluptuous legs encased in high-quality black stockings, making them appear even more mysterious and sensual; and on her feet were a pair of knee-high black high-heeled boots.

Zhou Qian's hair was styled in an elegant updo, revealing her fair neck and flawless skin, possessing both the icy radiance of a young girl and the smooth texture of a mature woman. At 36, Zhou Qian was in the prime of her life, and with a happy marriage and a carefree life, she naturally radiated beauty and was exceptionally stunning. No wonder the arrival of this beautiful young woman astonished even the seasoned waiters. The handsome couple ate and chatted from noon until dusk. The revolving restaurant had rotated to the seaside, where a bright moon hung over the Pacific Ocean, the water shimmering with cool, silvery light.

They finished almost a large bottle of red wine, and facing this romantic view, their conversation shifted from rambling to reminiscing about their past romance. Zhao Dongliang suddenly asked, "Qianqian, tomorrow is your birthday, right?" Zhou Qian's face flushed crimson, her alluring eyes glancing at him as she softly replied, "I didn't expect you hadn't forgotten." Zhao Dongliang sighed, "How could I forget! I've wanted to call you several times, but I was afraid your husband would be around." Zhou Qian lowered her head, "Mmm." Her delicate features, shy demeanor, and indescribable maturity were captivating. Zhao Dongliang was mesmerized, murmuring, "Qianqian, do you remember your eighteenth birthday?" Zhou Qian buried her head even deeper into her cleavage, her voice barely a whisper, "Why bring that up? It's been eight years! I'm old and fat now." "Nonsense, you're still the same. No, even more beautiful than before," Zhao Dongliang retorted.

It turned out they were each other's first love. It was on her eighteenth birthday that Zhou Qian gave Zhao Dongliang her virginity. Looking at the alluring young woman before him, Zhao Dongliang recalled her shy yet wanton charm on their first night, marveling at the Creator's artistry even after so many years. However, compared to her youthful innocence, Zhou Qian's mature beauty was now far more captivating. Her legs were still long and slender, her waist still graceful, only now fuller, and her skin more supple. Beneath her updo, her face remained smooth, radiating the mature aura unique to young women. Especially her long, deep cleavage, it was truly captivating.

Zhao Dongliang knew very well that Zhou Qian's cleavage was definitely not created by a push-up bra. Many people wondered how someone as slender and tall as Zhou Qian could possess such naturally large breasts. Back then, Zhao Dongliang had also been puzzled, but when he first unhooked Zhou Qian's bra, he realized her breasts were even larger than expected. However, Zhou Qian's breasts were particularly well-proportioned and didn't spread outwards, making them easily underestimated. Under her first love's burning gaze, Zhou Qian's face flushed even more. She knew he must be recalling those romantic and passionate sleepless nights. To conceal her inner turmoil, Zhou Qian raised her glass and took a sip of wine. Men, after all, are driven by their lower instincts, and besides, he knew her body inside and out. This was the unique ambiguous atmosphere between former lovers. Back then, she had actively asked him to try various sexual positions; now she could only cautiously maintain her distance—it felt like a lifetime ago.

With her head bowed, Zhou Qian heard Zhao Dongliang's gentle voice: "Qianqian, if we could do it all over again, would you choose to go abroad with me?" Actually, when Zhao Dongliang went abroad, he hadn't sincerely invited Zhou Qian to go with him; he hadn't addressed any of her concerns. However, in her memories years later, their past romance always seemed so perfect, and these disappointing details were forgotten. Zhou Qian felt a little flustered: "I...I don't know." "Hmm, yes, that's fate." Zhao Dongliang looked deeply moved. "But, Qianqian, you know what? When I see such a wonderful you appear before me again, I really start to doubt whether everything I've gained is worth it." Zhou Qian's nose tingled with tears. "Don't say that. Isn't your current girlfriend great?" Zhao Dongliang said dismissively, "Great? If she had half your gentleness and beauty, I'd be thanking my lucky stars." "How could that be?" Zhou Qian felt embarrassed. She had heard that Zhao Dongliang's girlfriend was a beautiful young dancer, much younger than her.

"Really, Qianqian, I'm so envious of your husband. He's got a priceless treasure!" Zhao Dongliang said, gently placing his right hand on Zhou Qian's delicate thigh. The feel of the stockings was wonderful; he could feel Zhou Qian's body temperature through them. Zhou Qian glanced at Zhao Dongliang's hand on her thigh but didn't object. Zhao Dongliang was a master of the pleasure quarters, and besides, the young woman in front of him was a woman he had once controlled. He pressed his advantage, speaking in a dreamy tone, "You're so beautiful! Qianqian, I often dream about you, but now I realize that the you in my dreams is nowhere near as beautiful as you in real life." "Don't tease me," Zhou Qian felt the atmosphere in the private room suddenly become ambiguous, but deep down, she enjoyed this ambiguity.

Zhao Dongliang gazed deeply at the woman who had given him her virginity. "Really! Qianqian, hasn't anyone told you you're becoming more and more alluring?" "I...I don't know, I'm not that good..." Zhou Qian vaguely felt Zhao Dongliang's breath very close to her, far beyond the boundaries of normal friendship. She lowered her head, neither flinching nor responding. Without realizing it, Zhao Dongliang had gently embraced her. In a daze, Zhou Qian seemed to return to her innocent teenage years. Zhao Dongliang's lips pressed against hers, and Zhou Qian's breathing quickened. The intimacy of physical skin is so bewitching for men and women caught in passion, especially for lovers who were once one. This feeling has always remained deep within, and once awakened, all reason becomes meaningless.

Zhou Qian's transformation, of course, did not escape Zhao Dongliang's keen eyes. He suppressed his inner excitement. To regain a more sensual Zhou Qian after so many years was the fundamental reason he went to great lengths to meet her. He knew every secret of Zhou Qian's body. As long as he grasped Zhou Qian's weakness, she would never refuse him. Thinking this, Dr. Zhao Dongliang didn't hesitate. His hands, as precise as a scalpel, glided over Zhou Qian's stockings, caressed her inner thighs, and reached the crotch of her slightly bulging panties. Memories of Zhou Qian's private parts were instantly activated, and Zhao Dongliang's fingers gently caressed the narrow area between her legs. Zhou Qian's body trembled violently, and Zhao Dongliang felt his fingertips slightly damp—she was still so sensitive! While his fingers moved, his lips weren't idle either; he pressed his lips tightly against Zhou Qian's, but she pushed him away.

It turned out that at the same time Zhao Dongliang was heading straight for her sensitive area, causing her to overflow with love juice, Zhou Qian's rationality was also revived by the intense shock of pleasure. She was a wife who had been married for several years and always followed the rules; her husband was a promising police officer. How could she commit such a beastly act upon reuniting with her first love after so many years? Was she really such a frivolous woman in her first love's eyes? Zhou Qian abruptly stood up. "Dongliang, I should go home. We can keep in touch by phone sometime." Zhao Dongliang slumped back on the sofa, blaming himself for being too hasty. What troubled him even more was that as Zhou Qian hurriedly left with her coat in hand, the swaying of her ample hips was still so alluring.

Back home, the first thing Zhou Qian did was take a shower. It wasn't that she was particularly averse to Zhao Dongliang's touch; showering as soon as she got home was a habit she had after leaving the house.

In front of the dressing mirror, Zhou Qian took off her dress, revealing a purple bra and black pantyhose. The pantyhose cinched her slender waist, making her breasts appear even heavier and more substantial. Zhou Qian was very satisfied with herself in the mirror. After all, she had spent over two hours carefully preparing for today's date. She was the kind of person who didn't easily make decisions, big or small, especially since today she was meeting her first love.

Actually, Zhou Qian didn't have many fantasies about her first love. However, that's just how women are; they always want to seize every opportunity to silently tell their ex-lovers: losing me was the biggest mistake of your life. Besides, Zhao Dongliang had said he would bring his girlfriend along. Zhou Qian naturally wanted to completely outshine that pretty girl. To her surprise, when she arrived at the private room, she found only her ex-boyfriend waiting for her. Zhao Dongliang claimed his girlfriend had something come up, but Zhou Qian wasn't stupid; she knew she'd been tricked. This guy definitely hadn't intended to bring his girlfriend. However, discovering her ex-boyfriend occasionally peeking at her cleavage and thighs, Zhou Qian still felt quite good.

Blame it on yourself! Now you can see it, but you can't have it, right? Zhou Qian thought to herself with a touch of smugness. How infatuated she had been with this handsome, academically excellent young man! As she thought this, Zhou Qian pulled down the two legs of her pantyhose, then removed her last piece of clothing—that small pair of purple lace panties. Before tossing her underwear into the laundry basket, she glanced alluringly at the secretions clinging to her crotch, a pang of guilt washing over her. She had never considered betraying her husband, much less rekindling her romance with Zhao Dongliang, but when that guy had teased her like that, her body's reaction was probably even stronger than his. That's the downside of being a woman, isn't it?

That evening, Li Binghe returned home late as usual. He quickly showered and then crawled into bed. Suddenly, he felt a warm, soft body against his chest. His wife, still awake, had slipped into his embrace like an eel. Zhou Qian was boneless, her plump, smooth flesh rubbing against Li Binghe's muscular body. Li Binghe was already a little tired, and with his wife's body pressed against him, his penis immediately became erect. He hugged her again and discovered she wasn't even wearing underwear. His hand slid down and touched her abundant, smooth pubic hair. Li Binghe became even more excited, wanting nothing more than to thrust his penis into his wife's juicy vagina.

Zhou Qian, having waited for her husband until midnight, no longer wanted foreplay. Her lower body was overflowing with desire, and she clung to him naked, crying out, "Husband, fuck me, fuck me!" Zhou Qian, who usually wouldn't utter a harsh word even when angry, was unusually fond of using vulgar language during sex. Receiving his wife's command, Li Binghe immediately thrust in. Because they were both so eager, the bedroom soon echoed with the sounds of their bodies slapping together and heavy breathing.

The next day was the weekend, and Li Binghe didn't wake up until late morning. He felt an emptiness in his arms and looked up to see Zhou Qian standing in front of the bed, wearing a three-piece silk jacquard bra and low-waisted panties, holding two pairs of pantyhose in her hand, looking bewildered. There were also five or six pairs of pantyhose draped over the blankets, and even a green pair beside Li Binghe's pillow.

Li Binghe had no idea how many pantyhose Zhou Qian actually owned, but he knew his wife was going to agonize over the pantyhose issue for ages again. He hated trouble, so he quickly got up, put on his pajamas, and handed his wife a gift box he'd prepared beforehand, smiling, "Happy birthday!" Zhou Qian jumped for joy, opened the box, and saw an exquisite women's watch inside—something she'd been wanting to buy for a while. She immediately hugged and kissed her husband. Then, however, she said with a hint of reproach, "Honey, why aren't there any flowers?" Li Binghe smiled wryly, "They have to be out the door, where am I supposed to get them now?" "Oh!" Zhou Qian realized she'd gone a bit too far, giggled, and said, "Then you'll buy me some later." Li Binghe readily agreed, and Zhou Qian's attention returned to her most pressing matter. She asked with a troubled expression, "Sigh, honey, do you think these red fishnet stockings are a bit too much?" No one answered; Li Binghe, already prepared, had already escaped to the bathroom to wash up.

An hour later, Zhou Qian finally finished getting ready, quickly ate a few bites of breakfast, and went downstairs with her husband. Li Binghe went to the parking lot to get his car, so he took the elevator directly to the basement level. Zhou Qian, as usual, went to the lobby on the first floor to check her mailbox.

As Zhou Qian approached the gatekeeper, she frowned. The lecherous old man was staring at her blatantly, as if he were raping her with his eyes. Zhou Qian bit her lip in anger. She and her husband had only moved into this upscale apartment building a week ago, and every time they passed by downstairs, if the old man was on duty, Zhou Qian felt incredibly uncomfortable, as if she were naked. Li Binghe was a criminal investigator with irregular working hours, so Zhou Qian went to complain to the property manager herself. The manager just smiled and said, "Mrs. Li, all I can say is that you're just too beautiful!" Zhou Qian complained to her husband about it, but Li Binghe actually said the same thing: "Who told you to be so good-looking?" It wasn't that Li Binghe didn't care about his wife, but it was a difficult situation to appeal. The property management had said they would manage the situation better, but without physical contact, staring was hard to define as indecent assault.

Clearly, the old man had had another good look today. Because it was her birthday, Zhou Qian's outfit today was a stark contrast to her usual black ensemble, featuring a very vibrant color scheme: a bright red, tight-fitting soft leather mini-dress with an open neckline that revealed her incredibly voluptuous breasts; the skirt was so short it barely covered her ample hips; beneath the skirt were long, beautiful legs encased in pink and white princess-style pantyhose, paired with bright red high heels.

The central air conditioning in the lobby was quite warm, and Zhou Qian hadn't put on her coat yet, besides, she was eager to experience what it felt like to wear this outfit. She had completely forgotten about the old doorman. At that moment

, the old man's eyes kept lingering on Zhou Qian's chest and the hem of her skirt. Zhou Qian glared at him and instinctively grabbed her mink coat to put it on. Just then, the old man grinned at Zhou Qian and pointed behind her, saying, "Mrs. Li, is that what you dropped?" "Huh?" Zhou Qian turned around and saw a colorful piece of paper on the ground, probably a business card that had slipped out of her coat pocket sometime during a trip. She instinctively bent down to pick it up. Picking it up, she saw it was a business card from a salesman promoting anti-theft equipment. It couldn't be hers, so she turned to Old Gao and said, "Uncle, this isn't mine..." Zhou Qian's words trailed off. Old Gao was staring at her lower body like an idiot, his cloudy eyes gleaming with lewd excitement, his face blatantly lustful. Even worse, the old pervert's hand was already inside his pants, his body trembling slightly. It was obvious this old pervert had ejaculated!

Oh no! Zhou Qian suddenly realized: when she turned to pick up the thing, this lecherous old man must have seen everything under her skirt! This old man was playing such a low-level prank! Zhou Qian glared angrily at Old Gao, but the old pervert's gaze remained fixed on her lower body, clearly still lost in sexual fantasies, a drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Zhou Qian felt so wronged she wanted to cry. She tugged at her skirt and rushed out the door. Li Binghe had already driven the car out. Seeing Zhou Qian's state, he couldn't help but feel strange. He leaned out and asked, "Why aren't you wearing a coat?" Zhou Qian then realized she was freezing. She put on her coat, went to the car, and pulled her husband out, saying abruptly, "Binghe, don't let him get away with this! He's a monster!" "Him? Which him? What happened?" Li Binghe was confused.

Zhou Qian, with tears in her eyes, hurriedly recounted what had just happened. Li Binghe, enraged, turned and left. Zhou Qian quickly followed.

Li Binghe found Old Gao and launched into a tirade. Old Gao was imposing and tall, and a seasoned investigator, his eyes sharp and piercing. Even ordinary citizens would instinctively back away at his glare. But Old Gao was a seasoned veteran, simply chuckling and unconcerned. Although Li Binghe wanted nothing more than to punch the monster to the ground, he was a public servant and couldn't afford to lose his temper in public, so he decided to hold a grudge for now.

Zhou Qian was an emotional woman, and having suffered a loss she couldn't bear, she remained sullen the entire way. Li Binghe didn't have much patience to comfort a woman, offering only a few perfunctory words of solace. Suddenly, Zhou Qian spread her legs and said to Li Binghe, "Binghe, can you take a look at me?" The car was warm, and Zhou Qian was only wearing a leather skirt underneath; with her legs spread, her lower body was completely exposed. Li Binghe glanced at her and noticed that the crotch of her pinkish-white pantyhose was slightly darker, revealing a pink lace low-rise pantyhose with a slight bulge in the middle. He swallowed hard. "What's wrong? I'm driving." "Oh, it's not like I'm asking you to do that!" Zhou Qian realized her husband had misunderstood and explained, blushing, "I'm asking you to check if my private parts are showing!" "Showing what? Your panties are showing! Of course they're showing!" Li Binghe still didn't understand.

"Oh dear, you're so stupid!" Zhou Qian exclaimed anxiously, "Besides your underwear, you don't have anything else, right?" "No, don't overthink it." Li Binghe continued to concentrate on driving.

It turns out, women have their own way of thinking. Zhou Qian thought that the old man often took advantage of her with his eyes, but she'd never seen him act this shamelessly before. Did he really get so excited that he'd ejaculate just from seeing her skirt?

She wasn't without underwear, and she was even wearing pantyhose over it.

Not understanding this made Zhou Qian uneasy. Li Binghe ignored her, so she took out a small mirror and started fiddling with it. Li Binghe was both annoyed and amused, "I'm telling you, don't let people outside see!" Zhou Qian ignored him and continued fiddling, occasionally sticking out her ample buttocks. Suddenly, Zhou Qian let out a scream: "Ouch!" Li Binghe thought there was a dangerous situation ahead and instinctively slammed on the brakes, only to find that everything ahead was calm, but the car behind him had almost rear-ended him. He turned his head, his face flushed with anger, and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you so startled?" Zhou Qian reached out and tugged at her husband, looking pitiful. "Honey, I know!" "Know what?" Li Binghe asked irritably.

"Well, that old man saw my pubic hair..." Zhou Qian lowered her voice.

"Huh?" Li Binghe was a little confused by his wife's train of thought.

"The pubic hair in my underwear was sticking out one by one... That pervert must have seen it all... What am I going to do?" Zhou Qian was about to cry.

Li Binghe thought: He's already seen it, what can he do? Besides, he didn't see anything important! However, he could only coax her, "It's okay, just be more careful next time." "Oh!" Zhou Qian pouted.

"You should wear safety shorts next time, then you won't be exposed at all." Li Binghe didn't think it was a big deal.

"What? Who wears safety shorts under pantyhose? That's so tacky!" Zhou Qian refused.

"Oh dear, I was just saying," Li Binghe quickly apologized. His delicate wife could be like a child sometimes.

While Li Binghe and his wife were entangled in their own thoughts, in the apartment building's doorman's room, Old Gao, still thoroughly enjoying the spectacle, maintained a lewd and satisfied expression. Before Zhou Qian moved in, he had used this little trick to seduce many respectable young women in the apartment, and it had always worked.

Actually, winter wasn't the prime season for peeping; summer was truly the best time. Once, a young woman wearing a thong bent over, her underwear slightly askew, the fabric taut to one side, and Old Gao unexpectedly saw a complete, dark red vulva, causing his blood pressure to spike and almost making him faint.

However, even that time, Old Gao wasn't excited enough to masturbate, much less to ejaculate in less than ten seconds like today. Zhou Qian was Old Gao's most satisfying sexual fantasy over the years—slender, beautiful, and incredibly voluptuous! Her long legs, her ample breasts, her large buttocks, her slender waist, even the look of disgust in her eyes as she gazed at him—all of these excited the old man immensely.

The truth was: if Zhou Qian hadn't reacted so strongly to his peeping, Old Gao might not have been so smug. It was precisely because Zhou Qian was almost in tears that the old man felt an even stronger sense of pleasure. Moreover, in Old Gao's eyes, his gains were considerable.

He not only saw Zhou Qian's sexy panties but also discovered that she was a hairy woman. Such a fair and clean beauty, yet she had such a messy clump of pubic hair in her private parts. Don't let her demure appearance fool you; she's definitely a super slut in bed! Thinking of this, the old man's old penis unconsciously hardened again.

After indulging in this fantasy for a while, the old man finally noticed the strange behavior of his colleague, Old Tan. Old Tan sat in his chair, his lips trembling, muttering to himself, "It's them, it's them..." Old Tan and Old Gao had both applied for jobs at this apartment a year ago, but Old Tan had recently taken half a month off due to illness and only returned today. Although their relationship wasn't particularly close, Old Gao was still somewhat concerned: "Hey Old Tan, are you alright?" "Ah, I'm fine, I'm fine." Old Tan began to rearrange the newspapers and letters in his hands.

Old Gao gave Old Tan a suspicious look, thinking that something was definitely not that simple. This old guy was usually so serious; he would never be so eccentric. Sure enough, after a while, Old Tan casually started chatting with Old Gao: "Old Gao, since I took leave, quite a few new people have moved into the apartment, haven't they?" "Not many, just two families. One family rarely comes. And then there's Mr. and Mrs. Li, who just passed by." Old Gao secretly observed Old Tan.

Old Tan's fingers visibly trembled, then he continued pretending to work. "Oh, what a lovely couple. Mr. Li must work for a big company, right?" "No, Mr. Li is a police officer, and the lady seems to work for the same company. What, have you seen them before?" Old Gao countered.

"Ah? No, no, how could I have seen them? No way, no way!" Old Tan hurriedly ended the conversation.

Old Gao stared at his colleague, a lewd smile playing on his lips.

Meanwhile, Li Binghe, as planned, took his wife to lunch. He had specially booked the most luxurious viewpoint in Green Sea City—the French Coast Restaurant in the Blue Bay Building. This was the first time he had brought his wife here, and he thought he could give her a big surprise.

Zhou Qian's reaction, however, was somewhat indifferent. She thanked her husband, but didn't seem particularly excited. Li Binghe wasn't usually a very perceptive person when it came to relationships, but as a criminal investigator, he was very sensitive to these subtle clues if he wanted to.

Moreover, Zhou Qian claimed it was her first time here, but the way the restaurant staff looked at her and the way she walked suggested she had been here before, and not long ago!

Still preoccupied with the lecherous old man at the door, Zhou Qian was completely oblivious to her husband's suspicious gaze. Only after they sat down did Li Binghe ask, "Qianqian, you haven't been here before, have you?" "Ah, no, why?" Zhou Qian replied casually, but inwardly she was startled: yesterday she had met her first love, Zhao Dongliang, here, and almost rekindled their intimacy. Although she had nothing to hide, she really didn't want to bring it up with her husband. Li Binghe

kept this question in mind, but decided to leave it at that for now. After all, it was Zhou Qian's birthday, and he didn't want to cause any unpleasantness.

After lunch, Li Binghe and Zhou Qian went to a KTV in the city. They had invited about twenty friends, all close to the couple, mostly Li Binghe's colleagues and their wives or girlfriends. This was due to the nature of police work, especially the irregular hours of criminal investigators, making it easy for police wives to form stable social circles—a common phenomenon in any city.

Some say that criminal investigators all marry beautiful women, and there might be some truth to that. At least the police wives invited by Li Binghe and his wife were all stylish and attractive. Despite their different professions, they got along very well. Zhou Qian, as the main character, naturally received praise from everyone, and after some harmless jokes, they were soon laughing and joking.

The men temporarily refrained from joining in their antics, gathering at the other end of the private room to smoke and boast. However, Li Binghe noticed that his colleagues' eyes frequently lingered on his wife's chest and buttocks, which made him feel somewhat smug.

After the little incident earlier in the morning, Zhou Qian's feelings were somewhat complicated. After arriving at the private room, she made a special trip to the restroom, not to urinate, but to tidy up her underwear. She struggled for a long time in front of the mirror, finally managing to tame the unruly pubic hair. Even so, when she put her underwear back on, a dozen or so hairs could still be seen peeking out, barely visible through her pantyhose.

Sigh, this is the best she can do for now. They've grown wildly after a whole winter of neglect; she'll have to give them a good trim when she gets home tonight.

As the karaoke session officially began, the police wives rushed forward, vying for the microphone, and some even started dancing wildly, making the scene even more lively. In contrast, Zhou Qian was rather quiet. Zhou Qian's close friend, Du Yingying, noticed that Zhou Qian was preoccupied and quietly pulled her aside to chat on the sofa.

Du Yingying and Zhou Qian were different types of beauties; Du Yingying was very charming and sweet. At this moment, she wore a black short dress and black boots, making her exposed, unstockinged thighs appear even more alluring. Du Yingying was also known as the "busty queen" in the Green Sea police force for her supposedly F-cup breasts. In fact, as her best friend, Du Yingying knew perfectly well that she and Zhou Qian bought the same bra size.

Before Li Binghe was transferred to Green Sea, Du Yingying was widely recognized as the most beautiful police wife in the area. After Zhou Qian appeared, Du Yingying's top position gradually lost its recognition. However, this did not affect Du Yingying's enthusiasm for Zhou Qian. The two beauties were often seen together, attending various police social events, making them a truly eye-catching sister duo.

Du Yingying was not only beautiful but also very understanding. After chatting for a while, Du Yingying lowered her voice and asked, "Qianqian, did you and Binghe have a fight?" "Huh? No way! Nothing like that," Zhou Qian quickly denied. Actually, Du Yingying's words weren't unfounded; she was good at reading people and noticed that Zhou Qian was in low spirits, and Li Binghe seemed to be forcing a smile.

Du Yingying pressed, "Not a fight? Then what happened? I feel like something's off between you two." Zhou Qian had no idea that Li Binghe suspected her of going on a date with someone at a fancy restaurant. She assumed her husband was just as obsessed with that perverted old man as she was. Hearing Du Yingying's words, she sighed and recounted her troublesome ordeal.

Unexpectedly, Du Yingying burst out laughing after hearing this. "I thought it was something serious. He's just a pitiful old man with a repressed personality. What's wrong with letting him see a few hairs? Just think of it as doing charity!" "What?! I don't want to do this kind of charity!" Zhou Qian angrily punched Du Yingying and pouted in protest:

"So it's not you who's being spied on, of course you don't care!" Du Yingying laughed and put her arm around Zhou Qian's shoulder. "Even if I were being spied on, it wouldn't matter. Don't worry about being fully covered up inside, so what if I'm not wearing underwear? Does it mean you'll be missing something if he sees it?" "Hmph! You're just a shameless little slut! I can't stand that!" Zhou Qian knew that Du Yingying was deliberately teasing her.

"Qianqian, I'm telling you the truth. Don't take this too seriously!" Du Yingying brought her cherry-like lips close to Zhou Qian's ear. "Let me tell you, when you were sitting on the sofa just now, all those men across from you, including my husband, saw your underwear, and they might have even seen your pubic hair. Why didn't you get angry?" "This..." Zhou Qian was stumped by Du Yingying's question. She glanced at the group of men and stammered, "This, this is different..." "How is it different?" Du Yingying pressed.

"This..." Zhou Qian felt that Du Yingying was using a fallacy to change the subject, but when she tried to refute it, she felt she had no way to put it into words.

Du Yingying continued to comfort Zhou Qian, "In the end, if it were a handsome young man using this little trick to spy on you, you'd probably find him quite cute, right?" Zhou Qian was taken aback, then reluctantly admitted, "Hmm? I hadn't thought about that. That would probably be a little different." "Exactly! That's why I told you not to overthink it!" Du Yingying smiled sweetly, "Besides, if you're so afraid of being exposed, why don't you shave your pubic hair?" Although best friends usually talk about everything, Du Yingying's suggestion still startled Zhou Qian. She exclaimed, "Shave it off? Then my little sister will be completely exposed! I feel so embarrassed. I don't want to!" Du Yingying nodded, "Yeah. If you don't want to shave, at least trim it, otherwise how are you going to wear a bikini in the summer?" Zhou Qian argued, "I trimmed it in the summer, but it's winter now, so I didn't pay attention." Du Yingying shrugged, "I really can't do anything with you. Actually, even if you trim it yourself, it'll probably look like a bird's nest. How about this, the beauty salon I have a yearly membership at can trim body hair. Next time, I'll ask that handsome young man to trim it for you. You can even choose the shape and style." "Huh? Handsome young man?" Zhou Qian's already large eyes widened.

"Yeah, the beauty therapist I know best is a man." Du Yingying said matter-of-factly.

Zhou Qian still glared at Du Yingying. "Why are there men there? Isn't it supposed to be men-only?" "Don't make a fuss. It's because there are men that their business is so good!" Du Yingying felt she couldn't reason with the conservative Zhou Qian. "Alright! Never mind that. If you're not used to men, I'll introduce you to a female body therapist! It'll all be included in my annual membership anyway." "Really? That's possible?" Zhou Qian was overjoyed.

"Yeah, I've got your back. Don't overthink it. Today's your birthday, have fun!" Du Yingying laughed.

"Okay!" Zhou Qian was naturally lively, and with Du Yingying's encouragement and the news that excessive pubic hair could be resolved, her mood instantly brightened.

"Let's go sing karaoke!" Du Yingying stood up.

Zhou Qian, however, pulled her best friend close and whispered in her ear, "Yingying, you said you could get fancy haircuts, what kind of fancy haircut did your handsome guy give you?" Du Yingying glanced at Zhou Qian seductively, "You little vixen, you're in the mood to tease your sister now that you're done?" Zhou Qian stuck out her tongue, "Are you going to tell me or not?" "What if I tell you?" Du Yingying said, "If I told you I shaved it all off, would you believe me?" "Wow! Then you'd be a bald woman?" Zhou Qian exclaimed in surprise.

"Please keep your voice down!" Even the usually open and generous Du Yingying was a little flustered.

"Um, then let me see it next time?" Zhou Qian clung to her best friend.

"Alright, alright, let's go sing!" Du Yingying dragged Zhou Qian away.

The two beauties, in their high heels, stomped into the center of the private room, forcefully snatched the microphone, and caused a burst of screams and a playful fight. Du Yingying announced, "Everyone, please be quiet. I'm going to sing a love song with my dear Miss Qianqian!" Amidst the cheers, the birthday party, spearheaded by the female lead, officially began.

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