He had an affair with his girlfriend's mother.

I had an affair with my girlfriend's mother
three years ago. I met her then; she was young and beautiful, four years younger than me. I was born in 1978,

and she in 1982. I was 24 that year, and she was 20. We met quite by chance. She was very pretty, and we gradually became acquainted. She was naturally beautiful, with long hair and a great figure; she was the gentle, kind of girl.

To be honest, our meeting was really accidental, mainly because she stepped on my foot on the bus. At the time, I was going to the market to buy clothes for a classmate's wedding, and coincidentally, we were going to the same place, and she was going for the same purpose. So we went together, and slowly, we got to know each other and became friends.

Don't misunderstand, we were just very good, ordinary friends.

Perhaps because I treated her like my little sister, instead of desperately trying to please her like other guys, I gained her favor, so she and I had things to talk about. She was a girl raised in a single-parent family; she was very independent and had a strong personality.

To be honest, I don't like girlfriends younger than me. I've had a few girlfriends before, the youngest being less than a year younger than me. She once asked me why I didn't like her, and I said, "I like you. How can we be friends if I don't like you?" She laughed and said, "Don't you want to pursue me? Are you a lesbian?" I slapped her on the head and said I didn't like minors. Our relationship continued, and we became close friends who could talk about anything. I'm also wondering why I don't like her. She has a good figure and is beautiful, but I'm just not interested.

Am I crazy? No, I get a reaction when watching porn, don't I? Many boys pursue her, and I became her shield. She doesn't like them, and she doesn't know what kind of boy she likes. Girls raised in single-parent families are bound to have strange thoughts.

We're very happy together, and I take good care of her. Maybe because she's from a single-parent family, I think there must be some psychological trauma from it, so I take extra care of her.

I don't have a girlfriend, and my apartment is a mess. She often comes to help me tidy up. When she's upset, she likes to come here to surf the internet. One day, she came to see me, crying. I asked her why, and she said she had argued with her mother.

I rarely asked her about her family before, afraid of hurting her feelings. You know, single-parent families are sensitive topics, and she told me about her family. She didn't know who her father was. Her mother had her when she was 17, with her boyfriend at the time. Both her mother and boyfriend were still children then, so you can imagine.

In those early days of reform and opening up, this was a huge deal. Her mother insisted on keeping the child and was forced to drop out of school. The boy was also disciplined and later went to another city, never to be seen again. Her mother had to give birth to the child herself and started working at a young age, though she didn't have a formal job. Her maternal grandparents also hated her mother, but since she was their daughter, they eventually helped her set up a small stall to sell things.

It might be ironic, but those who ventured into business early on fared better, while factory workers faced layoffs. Her mother, after years of hard work, should have been better off, but raising a child meant she didn't have much money, though her family was relatively well-off. Her maternal grandparents disowned her and refused to pay child support.

Later, when her mother was a little older than she is now, her grandparents passed away, leaving her to raise her alone—and her mother wasn't even that old then. I was deeply moved; I thought her mother was amazing.

I've forgotten what I asked her, or why she argued with her mother, but I remember she was very upset. She felt she shouldn't have argued with her mother and felt terrible for her. I comforted her for a long time, and eventually calmed her down. I told her to call her mother and apologize, and then I offered to take her home.

That was the first time I went to her house. Actually, I didn't go inside; I just walked her to the door. It was late, and you can't just bring a boy home, so I only took her to the door. She was knocking on the door, but to avoid misunderstanding, I didn't appear, and of course, I didn't see her mother either. However, I heard her mother's voice, "You're back."

The next day, she was very happy and came to see me. She and her mother had made up, and of course, her initiative to apologize played a big role, because her mother hadn't expected her to apologize first. Actually, I was also wondering, children from single-parent families are very stubborn and rarely take the initiative to lower themselves.

She said her mother was also puzzled by this, and after some questioning, she revealed my existence. I laughed and asked her, "Aren't you afraid your mother will ask you? Your mother probably thinks I'm the boy who's pursuing you, right?"

She told me that her mother had indeed questioned her for a long time, but she wasn't afraid. There was nothing between us, so of course she wasn't scared. However, it did take a long time to explain, but thankfully, she understood.

Then, I asked her, "Your mother said that since there's such a nice boy, you can invite him over for dinner." I laughed and said, "I'm afraid it's not your mother's idea, but rather yours." "

You guessed it," she said, "but my mother agreed." "Will you go?" she asked. "Yes

, of course I'll go! I can have a big meal, of course I'll go. Anyway, I'm living alone and I'm worried about not being able to eat good food."

"My mom cooks really well." "Then I definitely have to go." So, I went to buy some things to take to her house. She didn't want me to buy anything, but I said, "It's our first time, it's just some fruit. After all, I'm a guest. Even though we're not dating, buying some fruit is normal. But since you accepted my fruit, I'll eat double to repay you."

We laughed and prepared to go to her house for dinner the next day. I never dreamed that this ordinary visit to a friend's house would become a turning point in my life.

I walked into her house, which was large but not too luxurious. I put the fruit on the table, and her mother came out of the kitchen. When I saw her mother, my first impression was that she was very beautiful, with long hair like a waterfall and arched eyebrows. To be honest, I'm not good at describing people's appearance, but I knew that she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

Actually, I was prepared because she had said her mother was even prettier than her, and that she had inherited her mother's looks. But I was still quite surprised. Her mother was very well-maintained. Although her mother was only 16 years older than her, she was in her thirties, yet she looked like her older sister. She had a great figure, was about 170cm tall, only half a head shorter than me, wore a light green dress, and had a soft, charming voice.

Her mother seemed a little surprised to see me too, but quickly smiled and said, "You must be Xiaoqiang, the one Xiaoxue mentioned." I said, "Yes, I'm Xiaoqiang." At this point, I paused, and everyone burst into laughter. The gathering that day was very pleasant. We talked a lot, and her mother didn't look any older than us. Everyone enjoyed themselves, and she even invited me to visit sometime. That's how I met her for the first time, but I didn't call her by her name; I called her "Auntie."

Once something happens once, it will happen again and again. The same was true for us. After visiting Xue's house once, perhaps because our interaction was relatively successful, Xue trusted me more, and I started going again and again. Sometimes her mother was home, sometimes not, but because I went so often, I felt more at ease even when her mother wasn't there. Of course, other boys couldn't go; if her mother was home, it was out of the question, let alone when she wasn't.

Naturally, when her other friends found out about my treatment, they would object, but when they saw Xue pout, they didn't dare say anything. Who would offend the girl they were pursuing? That would be asking for trouble. But thankfully, at least the boys pursuing her got used to my presence and stopped glaring at me. Offending her brother would be even more unwise.

I became the only one allowed into her house. Because I was alone, I gradually went to her house more often. Don't think I was visiting her mother; the real reason was mainly to freeload meals.

Of course, there's no such thing as a free lunch. My contribution was cleaning the room, because her mother wouldn't let me wash the dishes, so I cleaned the room for her. Maybe boys don't do much housework, or maybe it's because I've been living alone for a while, but I did a pretty good job and earned praise from her mother.

On Sunday, she was going to buy clothes for a high school reunion and a picnic, and she asked me to come along. The main reason was that a boy insisted on coming along, and she thought having me would deter him. However, we miscalculated; the boy still wanted to follow after seeing me. Finally, she had to bring her mother along, which scared him off.

When the three of us walked out of the house together, the boy was still watching from a distance. Since we were already out, we decided to go together. Even though we didn't necessarily have to buy anything, we figured we might as well do some shopping. I only planned to buy Xue a pair of casual pants, but that day I saw quite a few clothes I liked, so we spent the whole day shopping. Luckily, I often go shopping myself, otherwise I would have been exhausted. Xue probably rarely shops with her mother, and the two of them had a great time, visiting many malls. Of course, she always asked for my opinion when trying on clothes, since men and women have different tastes.

Xue and her mother are natural clothes hangers; everything looks good on them. Her mother also bought several pieces of clothing—very tasteful (not sexy), very individualistic, and stylish. Of course, I also complimented her, not just flattering, but genuinely. Women all like compliments, right? The shopping trip ended there, and I was very happy. We were going to have a big meal that night, because her mother's cooking is so delicious.

She went on a trip for over a week. I don't understand; do trips that don't involve a tour group always last longer? Maybe it's because there's no time limit.

The day Xue left, I went to her house again, but to be honest, she wasn't home, and I felt awkward going.

Xue left in the morning. Her mother and I saw her off, and then we went back together. Her mother was free that day, and we chatted on the way back. She casually asked where I wanted to eat lunch, and I said I didn't know. Her mother suggested we eat at her house. She was just being polite, and I declined, but I genuinely didn't know where to eat, so I just said okay.

Then her mother said she needed to go to the supermarket to buy groceries, and I realized my mistake and hurriedly said no. But my contradictory answer made me feel awkward. Her mother, of course, insisted, since I had initially said I wanted to go. So we went to buy groceries. But you know, supermarkets have vegetable sections and clothing sections too. Clothes always attract women, and we ended up lingering in the clothing section. Oh well, we had just finished shopping a few days ago, so maybe we hadn't had enough. Of course, shopping involves trying on clothes, so we did.

The two of us, her mother trying on clothes, and me, of course, offering advice.

Unexpectedly, we ended up shopping for lunchtime. What to do? We hadn't bought any groceries yet! So, we decided to eat out. What we ate wasn't important; the important thing was that we wouldn't have to buy groceries afterward. Our ultimate shopping goal was gone! After some discussion, we reaffirmed our goal: buy groceries. We'd have dinner at her house that evening. Grocery shopping wouldn't take that much time, so we could continue shopping in the afternoon and waste time.

So, after lunch, we set off again, heading straight to a clothing street. We finally finished shopping that afternoon, buying quite a few clothes. There were some unpleasant moments though. I don't know why, but some clothing stores didn't allow trying on clothes; there were no fitting rooms. Her mother was worried too. I said we could just try them on at home. My love for the clothes overcame everything, and we bought them. These days, every store seems to copy us; several items weren't even tried on.

Finally, after buying a huge amount of stuff, we went to buy groceries. To reward me for accompanying her shopping, her mother bought a lot of groceries, making me keep saying, "Auntie, no need!"

That evening, when we arrived at Xue's house, she started cooking. I helped her, and we ate and chatted, even having a little wine—but don't get me wrong, just a tiny bit. Nothing unusual happened; we just talked a lot. Although I call her "Auntie," her mother is only 12 years older than me, so there's no generation gap.

We ate and chatted, continuing our conversation even after dinner. Perhaps her mother didn't have many friends to talk to, as we chatted late into the night, until about 11 pm. We talked about everything under the sun, from life ideals to TV commercials.

"Auntie, I have to go now, it's too late. Thank you for dinner." "No need to thank me, you accompanied me shopping for so many things. Oh, I haven't tried on the clothes yet." "Then try them on now." As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted it. How could I let my friend's mother change clothes at home so late at night? It was obvious she wanted to show them to me after she changed.

Luckily, her mother hesitated for less than a second before saying "okay. "

Then she said, "You'll go change in a bit." Her mother tried on outfits one after another, and they all looked really beautiful. I couldn't help but praise her, but I also offered a lot of advice. The clothes, skirts, and pants were bought separately, and we wanted different combinations, so we kept swapping and matching. Maybe it was because I wasn't just praising her, but giving suggestions, that we started discussing how to coordinate the outfits. After coming up with an idea, we'd try them on, discuss it again, and find things we weren't happy with, like how the waist could be slimmer,

so we'd make alterations. Of course, it was just minor alterations; after all, I'm not a tailor. But they really did look better after the alterations. Now that I think about it, when watching a woman change clothes, you can't just praise her all the time; offering appropriate suggestions is much better. We ended up trying on clothes until after 2 a.m. We were

both exhausted, and I wanted to leave, but it was so late. Her mother said, "Why don't you stay here?" I don't know why, but even though it was just a polite remark, I actually nodded. So, her mother went back to her room, and I stayed on the sofa, and we didn't say a word until dawn.

I woke up to find her mother had already made breakfast. When she saw me and said, "You're awake," I blushed, feeling a little embarrassed. I apologized, saying I was too sleepy and woke up late. Her mother smiled and said it was alright, and told me to eat breakfast. She asked if I needed anything, and I said no. "I had a dress that didn't fit yesterday, I'm going to return it later," she said. I agreed.

I went with her mother to return the dress, which, of course, took another day. Two days in a row of shopping left me exhausted. After getting another free meal, I went home.

Perhaps it was accompanying her mother shopping, perhaps chatting with her, or perhaps because I made a good impression, but gradually I became familiar with Xue and her mother. Sometimes I'd go to her house for dinner. I like watching sci-fi movies, and her mother likes them too. I've always found it strange that women, especially women in their thirties, would like sci-fi movies, but Xue doesn't. Since Xue's home theater is great, I often rent movies to watch at her house. Xue would watch for a bit and then hide in her room to go online, leaving just her mother and me to watch. Afterwards, we'd comment on the movies, even debating the plot.

Sometimes,

even when the snow isn't falling, I'll still go see a blockbuster. Her mother doesn't like going to the cinema; she prefers staying home, supposedly because she can pause to think about parts she doesn't understand before watching again. I'm speechless. Maybe it's because I'm pretty good at shopping, but sometimes I'll go shopping with her mother. Actually, I mainly offer opinions, though many are dissenting. I'm just stating my honest thoughts.

You know, when shopping with women, if you can offer many insightful opinions, especially different ones, it's more appealing. They'll consider your ideas. Daughters and mothers often think alike, which is why I think they don't always shop together. Would a family think of going together? That's like shopping alone. But I'm different; I'm an outsider, I have different ideas, and we can discuss things. So, gradually, they've come to prefer shopping with me, but not just the two of them anymore.

To be honest, I'm quite popular. Many of my former classmates' parents liked me, including the girls. When I was in school, I would often go to my classmates' houses to play. Back then, when we were young, boys would be suspected of having early romances if they went to girls' houses, but I was never. Maybe it's because I'm not conventionally attractive? Anyway, my classmates would tease me for being ugly. Of course, I think they were just jealous.

Like Xue, gaining her mother's trust might be related to my behavior, or it might be related to our conversation while shopping. I feel my relationship with Xue's family is getting closer. Life goes on, we live our lives, and Xue lives hers too. Many people still pursue Xue, and Xue still rejects them.

However, Xue ran into a persistent pursuer. That guy was very rich—actually, it was his father who was rich. He often drove to pick Xue up. A 20-year-old girl, still in university, had many people picking her up every day. Her classmates were used to it, but the fact that he drove still caused gossip. Actually, Xue didn't like him; she thought driving her father's car made her look like a spoiled brat. He looked very charming, but he was really persistent with Xue.

He came to see Xue every day, but Xue refused him many times. Unfortunately, Xue's classmate liked him and always wanted to go with him, even dragging Xue along. Xue had no choice but to come to me, begging me to take the fall for him. I was surprised and asked why she hadn't said so earlier. Xue said I was too busy with work and didn't want to bother her, so she only came when she had no other choice. I told Xue it was no problem, I would pick her up every day. Xue said no need, once was enough, I was also quite busy with work. I said no, I had quit my job. Xue was very surprised and asked me what happened. I said I had discovered the secret between my boss and his secretary, and he fired me. But luckily, he gave me a large sum of hush money when I left. I said I wasn't a despicable person. I was already annoyed with that boss and wanted to leave, but he gave me a big envelope when I left. I was hesitant to accept it, but he insisted, so I took it. I told Xue I would come to see her tomorrow.

After school, I went to Xue's school. It wasn't my first time there, but nobody recognized me because there were too many boys, and no one bothered to remember who was who. This time, however, Xue's classmates recognized me. I walked straight into Xue's dorm room. No boy had ever dared to be so bold before. Actually, it wasn't that I was afraid, but mainly I was afraid of upsetting Xue; she gets really angry. When I entered the dorm, I saw Xue was angry. I was surprised. "What's wrong?" I asked. Xue's classmates all looked at me like I was going to die. Any boy who came to Xue while she was angry would be in big trouble. I sat down next to Xue and asked her what was wrong.

Apparently, a boy was pursuing Xue, and it had become quite a spectacle. The boy also had a girlfriend, and she was making a huge scene, coming to Xue and causing a scene. The teachers all knew about it, making it seem like Xue had done something to the boy. The teachers thought Xue had stolen the girl's boyfriend, and Xue hated being wronged, so she was angry.

When she saw me, she stood up and said, "Let's go home." Xue has a dormitory at school; universities require students to live on campus. However, because Xue's school isn't strict about it, and Xue's home is in the city, she doesn't always stay in the dormitory; sometimes she goes home, sometimes she stays. Xue and I came out, and that rich guy was still waiting at the door, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

He came over to greet Xue, but when he saw me behind him, he paused, mainly because I was carrying Xue's things. Xue saw him, turned around and called to me, "Hurry up and go," then took my arm.

The guy dropped his cigarette when he saw Xue's actions. Xue went over and introduced me as her boyfriend. The guy looked at me in disbelief, then became very jealous.

He stammered, asking Xue how she had a boyfriend. Xue said she had never said she didn't have one. If looks could kill, I probably would have torn him to pieces already.

After holding it in for a long time, I finally asked, "Where are you from?" I replied that where I was from wasn't important; what mattered was that I was Xue's boyfriend. I'd heard you were pursuing Xue, so I came to see who was chasing my girlfriend. The guy asked, "What makes you think you're Xue's boyfriend?" I feigned surprise and said, "Whether I'm Xue's boyfriend or not doesn't seem to concern you. Thanks for your concern, but mind your own business. I hope you won't bother Xue anymore.

" I turned around, put my arm around Xue's shoulder, and said, "Let's go home. I told your mom you'd be staying tonight. She's waiting for us to come home for dinner." As soon as I said that, the guy, upon hearing that I'd already met Xue's parents, was startled. He probably hadn't expected it to reach the point of meeting the parents, and his jealousy intensified; he looked like he was about to go crazy. I ignored him and walked away with Xue in my arms.

I said, "Let's go get something to eat." Xue asked, "Aren't we going home?" I said, "I called your mom before I came to find you. She has a party today and won't be home. I was just arguing with that guy." Xue laughed and said I was a real rascal.

I said, "Let's go out for dinner and do some shopping to calm down." After dinner, we wandered aimlessly through the streets, chatting about Xue's school. I said, "You're almost graduating, why are so many boys still chasing after you?" Xue said, "How should I know?" I said, "You were really angry today." Xue said she wasn't afraid of anything else; boys had caused trouble before, but the key was that graduation was approaching, and she was afraid that a big fuss would affect her diploma.

What's worse, that boy was afraid of teachers and wouldn't say anything, which led to Xue being wrongly accused. She finally managed to clear things up, but she was still furious. I said, "It's good that you've cleared things up." Xue was very troubled by the boys' behavior. I said, "It's because you're pretty; of course, boys will chase after you."

Xue said, "Does being pretty guarantee someone will like you?" "Of course, most guys like pretty girls. You're pretty, and you don't have a boyfriend yet, it's no wonder no one's pursuing you. Why don't you find one?" Xue said. "Now that you're here, I have a boyfriend, right? Things should be much better from now on." "I guess so," Xue suddenly blinked and asked me, "Do you like me?" I said I did, otherwise we wouldn't be friends. Xue said it wasn't that kind of liking, it was the liking between boyfriend and girlfriend. I said I didn't know, but she seemed like a little sister to me.

But now it's probably not possible. Xue asked what was wrong. I said she already considers me her boyfriend, and now I can't even say no. I'll be in trouble later. Xue said, "Why don't you pursue me?" I looked at Xue, "Really?" Xue said, "We're very close." I looked at Xue, "Do you like me?" "I don't know, I guess you could say I like you. How about we try dating?" I laughed and said, "I'm probably not a very good person." "But you're my friend. A friend I trust completely."

After that, we didn't say anything more, just walked silently, my mind replaying what I'd just said. Do I like Xue? I don't know. Almost half an hour had passed, and we just walked and walked without saying a word, passing the entire commercial street and heading towards the bus stop to go home. To catch the bus, we had to cross the street. After crossing, I said to Xue, "Let's try dating." Xue looked at me, smiled, and said, "Okay."

Xue and I started dating, but we didn't have the kind of intimate gestures that other couples have. At most, we'd hold hands, put our arms around each other's shoulders, or give each other a quick hug when I left at night. It wasn't because we didn't want to, but seeing each other was like seeing a good friend, so there weren't many feelings involved.

We were still the same as usual, except we cared about each other more. Her mother found out about us being together; she mentioned it while talking about school, or rather, she let it slip. I don't know what she said to her mother, but anyway, it was mentioned, and her mother didn't say anything. However, I felt that she treated me even better, probably because our relationship had progressed further.

I'm currently unemployed, and her mother found out and asked me to go to her company. Actually, her mother's company has been facing some difficulties recently; their best salesperson was poached by a competitor. Since I was unemployed anyway, I went.

I worked very hard to help her mother with her work. Because of my relationship with Xue and her mother, I put in even more effort, just like helping a friend's company—you have to work hard, right?

After work, I often went to Xue's house for dinner before going home. Sometimes I accompanied her mother to buy groceries and then went home together.

Sometimes we would discuss company matters in the evenings. If it got too late, I would sleep on the sofa. Her mother had specially bought me a blanket, a pillow, and toiletries, so I would need them when I slept at Xue's house. Half a year passed like this. The company situation gradually improved, and Xue was about to graduate. She was living at school, preparing for graduation, as she didn't want to participate in company discussions at home anyway.

My contact with Xue gradually decreased, but I didn't feel anything was wrong. Although we were boyfriend and girlfriend, it was probably more of a title than anything else. I spent more time with her mother, going shopping together during our free time and having dinner together in the evenings. We gradually became more familiar with each other, and I would offer a lot of advice on buying things. We often had heart-to-heart talks about work and our dreams.

It's ridiculous, isn't it? Talking about dreams with someone 12 years older than yourself—how naive!

That day, her mother and I finalized a major client deal. We were very happy, having worked several days and nights straight to complete the plan and sign the contract. We were overjoyed. That evening, we had dinner together at home and drank some alcohol. Although I don't like drinking, I drank because I was happy. Her mother is a heavy drinker, but perhaps due to fatigue and excitement, she got a little drunk. We sat on the sofa, drinking and chatting, and gradually the topic turned to Xue.

We talked for a long time. A woman in that era, starting out at 16 to make her own way in the world, facing gossip, her parents' lack of understanding, and the contempt of relatives—the pain was unimaginable to outsiders. The person she loved cowardly ran away; the blow was immense. I understood her deeply.

She persevered for so many years, and she was only in her early 36s. All her prime years had slipped away unnoticed. We talked about love; her mother no longer dared to love. One painful experience followed her for life—a devastating blow no matter what. I talked about my own romantic history. Slowly, she cried, and I cried too. She broke down in tears. I patted her shoulder, then slowly embraced her. She cried so hard, as if 20 years of pain had suddenly erupted, sobbing on my shoulder.

That night, nothing happened like in novels. We didn't do anything inappropriate, and I don't even know when I fell asleep. However, we both slept on the sofa. When I woke up in the morning, she was on top of me. We seemed to have woken up at the same time. It was very awkward. We quickly separated. She went back to her room to wash up, and I stood there on the sofa, stunned.

A while later, she came out, dressed beautifully and looking very energetic. She said she wanted to go shopping, so we went.

When we came out, I realized I'd forgotten to shave. I said, "Oh well, let's go." We shopped at many places, and later went to buy clothes. Perhaps because I look older, when I came out of the clothes I'd tried on, the saleswoman said, "Look how beautiful your girlfriend is, sir, why don't you buy a men's outfit too?" We were very embarrassed, but we didn't say anything, paid, and left. As we left, the saleswoman said, "Welcome to come again."

Back home, I saw her changing clothes again.

Our relationship suddenly seemed very awkward. I suddenly felt uncomfortable calling her "Auntie," so I simply stopped calling her that and started saying things directly without titles.

That evening, I stayed for dinner. When I left, she saw me to the door—the first time she'd ever seen me off. We chatted for a long time at the door before I left.

Just like that, we seemed to become close friends, often going shopping and chatting. I stopped calling her "Auntie."

Ling, that's what I call her, is my girlfriend's mother. I don't know when I started to enjoy being with Ling, chatting with her, and shopping with her. She's mature and has a great presence. I don't deny I have a mother complex, but what man doesn't? Mature women provide themselves with a lot of care and security, and men need security too. She's young, only 12 years older than me. Time has put too much pressure on her; she hasn't really had the chance to be young. When she cried, it was as if she released 20 years of pent-up pain. Emotions affect appearance, and that certainly applies to women.

She's never told anyone about her past, not even Xue, but she told me, and our relationship grew closer. We became inseparable friends—yes, true friends. Only true friends can share each other's joys and sorrows and truly trust each other.

She trusts me, so I can understand her inner world.

Sometimes she appears very young in my presence, and because she's so beautiful, she sometimes looks like she's in her early twenties, even like Xue's older sister. I know she needs to look young because she's never truly been. Sometimes when we're out together, she's as happy as a little girl. I remember once I told her, "Look at you, acting like a little girl. Stop being naughty!" She froze, and I knew I'd made a mistake and was feeling quite embarrassed. But she said, "Yes, I've never been a little girl, never been naughty."

I don't know where I got the courage, but I walked over, took her hand, and said, "Let's be young for once today!" Then I pulled her along and we ran.

We ran breathlessly through several streets amidst the strange looks from people, rushed into a disco, and danced wildly. In the middle of the night, after our frenzy, panting heavily, we walked down the street, and she looked at me and said, "Thank you, I've never been so happy." I smiled and said, "You've never been naughty either." She smiled, a very charming smile.

We walked slowly. When we crossed the street, she unconsciously grabbed my arm while looking for cars, then awkwardly let go. By then, I had already crossed. She was two steps behind when she released my arm. Perhaps it was just a coincidence, but a car came along. Cars are always fast at night. I pulled her aside to avoid the car, and she almost fell. I caught her, and she fell into my arms. We could feel each other's heartbeats. Our bodies were stiff, and we didn't dare to move. I forced out a sentence, "That was too dangerous. Are you alright?" She looked up into my eyes. Our faces were very close; we could even feel each other's breath. Slowly, I leaned closer to her, and she closed her eyes. We kissed.

For a long, long time, our lips parted. I was panting heavily, and so was Ling. This kiss was so powerful for both of us. Two years had passed since my last girlfriend cruelly dumped me. I thought my heart was dead. Even with Xue, it was more like siblings than lovers. Although Xue and I were boyfriend and girlfriend, it felt like we were just using someone to fill a void. We were more like siblings, without any real feelings. We held hands and put our arms around each other, but that was all.

Ling was different. Her kiss felt genuine. It shook me to my core. I felt dizzy, my heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest. I couldn't control my movements; my body was stiff.

Ling felt the same way. Later, I asked her how she felt at that moment. She told me that it felt like the sun had gone out, the palace had collapsed, and she had no strength left. Her heart couldn't support her exhausted body. Ling leaned against me, her chest heaving rapidly. Twenty years—twenty years of suffering, twenty years of youth—a heart that had lived numbly for twenty years, without love or hate, melted in that moment, in that kiss. It was melted by me.

Ling cried. She tried hard not to make a sound, but I could feel her sorrow from her trembling shoulders.

I panicked. I frantically lifted her face, looking into Ling's tear-filled eyes. She looked at me too. Gently, I kissed her face, little by little, kissing away her tears.

I felt I needed to say something, but I hesitated. I didn't know what to say—to comfort her, or to tell her I loved her. I didn't know.

Ling stopped crying, looking at me somewhat shyly. Finally, I said, "Let's go home." Ling nodded gently.

I held her, and she held me, as we walked home together. Slowly, Ling rested her head on my shoulder. We walked slowly like that, neither of us speaking. I sensed that Ling wanted to say something, but neither of us knew how to begin. So we remained silent, walking quietly, savoring the stillness. We walked for a long time, arm in arm, until we reached Ling's house.

I wished this road would never end, but we arrived at Ling's house. At the door, Ling softly said, "Thank you,"

her head bowed. Then she quickly ran upstairs. And I, standing there dumbfounded, for a long time… then walked home, lost in thought.

That night, I couldn't sleep…

The next day, I went to Ling's house. Actually, I didn't know why I was going. When I reached the door, as I was about to knock, my hand froze in mid-air. Should I knock? What would Ling look like? What would become of us? I didn't know, and I didn't dare to think about it. After hesitating for a long time, I finally knocked.

The door opened quickly. It was Ling. She was wearing a casual top, looking effortlessly beautiful. When she saw me, her eyes lit up, but she immediately lowered her head shyly. We stood awkwardly at the door. After a while, Ling softly said, "Come in." I walked in woodenly.

We sat on the sofa, neither of us knowing what to say. The air was thick with awkwardness. "Are you...?" I stammered. "Yes." "Did you sleep well last night?" "Yes." I didn't know what to say. After a while, my stomach rumbled. Ling smiled, and I smiled too. The atmosphere seemed much more relaxed. Ling said, "I'll go make you some food." "Okay," I said. Ling's face turned slightly red as she went to the kitchen.

I went into the kitchen and watched Ling busy herself. Slowly, I became mesmerized.

"Hey," Ling called out, "What are you looking at?" "Looking at you." Another moment of awkwardness followed. "Let's eat." "Okay." During that meal, to ease the tension and to ease my own embarrassment, I told a lot of jokes, making Ling laugh non-stop.

We ate very happily. After we finished, I said, "Today, I'll help you wash the dishes." "Okay," Ling nodded.

We were washing the dishes, or rather, Ling was watching me wash the dishes. Her eyes were full of love; I could feel it. I looked at her and smiled. Neither of us spoke. After washing the dishes, I walked towards Ling, who was leaning against the door. Her gaze was also lingering. We looked at each other, unsure what to say. Slowly, I took Ling's hand. Ling seemed a little flustered, as was I.

And so, we held each other's hands, looking into each other's eyes. I could feel the love in her eyes, and she could feel mine.

We hugged, just holding each other quietly. Very tightly. I could even feel the curves of her body, every part of her. "I love you," I said it. I said it. I had long forgotten how to pronounce those words. But now, I said them, I said to her, "I love you."

"No," Ling pushed me away.

"What's wrong?" I looked at her in surprise, and suddenly, I understood

. "It's Xue," I said.

"I'm sorry," Ling said, "I'm sorry, I... I can't love you, we can't be together."

"Why?"

"You're Xue's boyfriend."

"But Xue and I don't have that kind of love, you know that."

"But... I'm sorry."

I was silent, and she was silent too. My heart was conflicted.

I took Ling's hand and lifted her face. "Look into my eyes. You and I are mature people, we both know what we're doing. Twenty years, have you ever loved? You loved me, right? You can't deceive yourself. You know my relationship with Xue, you know there's nothing between us.

I also know it's hard for us to face Xue, but if we run away because of this, we'll regret it for the rest of our lives." "

But, I'm 12 years older than you." "That's right, but we're the same type, aren't we? Isn't it fate?" “But I’m your aunt.” “You’re just Xue’s mother. Xiaolongnu is Yang Guo’s aunt. You’re not Xiaolongnu, and I’m not Yang Guo, but can’t we be together? Are you so concerned about the title? If you’re my aunt, then let me tell you, Auntie, I love you!” I shouted.

Ling was surprised; she hadn’t expected me to be so courageous.

“I’m a woman with a daughter, an old woman.” “So what? You’re not old. You’ve never been young. Don’t you want to find true love? Don’t you want a man’s shoulder to lean on?”

I said. “Call me, Ling, call me by my name,” I shouted. Hearing me call her name, Ling’s body trembled involuntarily. “Qiang,” Ling obediently called me. “From today on, you’ll call me Qiang, and I’ll call you Ling. You say you’re my aunt? Fine, you’re my aunt. But Ling, you’re also my girlfriend.” Ling was confused. She gasped for breath, not knowing what to do.

"Give me time, Qiang, give me time to face this, okay? Don't pressure me." "Ling, I won't pressure you, but I hope you won't hold back your feelings. Open your heart, I'll wait for you." I hugged Ling tightly, and slowly, I felt her hands tighten around me too. At that moment, I felt our emotions burst forth like a flood, our bodies embracing, our hearts pressed together.

That day we talked non-stop, but not a single word was about our relationship, because I knew it was almost impossible for Ling to accept me all at once; love can't be rushed.

After all, 20 years had passed, and Ling almost didn't know what love was, or even how to love anymore. I tried to find light topics, things unrelated to our relationship, but still relevant to our lives. After all, although... Although we know each other, if we're to be lovers, we need to understand each other not only, but also each other's lives. Especially given the age difference between Ling and me, it makes it even more important for her to understand each other.

We chatted on and on. I told her about my childhood, my family, my happy and unhappy moments, and my life experiences, but I didn't talk about my past relationships. I felt it was best not to rush things; after all, we need to give each other time and space to consider things. We chatted like this, and I kept trying to make Ling happy with my words.

I know there's still a big gap between us, but I'm confident I can close it. Age doesn't matter; movies and TV dramas often portray couples of different ages together.

Suddenly, Ling felt the room was getting dark and realized it was late. We'd been chatting all day without realizing it.

"Oh, it's dark."

"Yeah, it's so late."

"We were so engrossed in our conversation that we forgot the time."

"That's perfect, now that we're done chatting, it's time for dinner."

Ling laughed, "You silly girl, are you hungry?" "

No."

"Then..."

"Let's go out for a walk," I suggested, and Ling agreed.

We were going to the night market, and Ling went to change her clothes. "Don't change, let's just go."

"No, I'll change?" "

Okay," I said, not caring. A little while later, Ling changed her clothes.

When Ling came out, my eyes lit up. Ling was dressed very young. Actually, Ling herself looks very young. Usually, because of work, although she is young, she still dresses very maturely and has a lot of charm. But tonight was different. Ling dressed very young, almost looking younger than me. I was so happy. I knew that Ling was getting closer to me. She dressed very young, trying her best to get closer to me. I was very happy.

That night, we went out shopping and had a great time. Ling was like a little girl, skipping and jumping. I felt like I was seeing her 20 years ago. No, it was exactly 20 years ago, because her life had stopped 20 years ago.

We held hands and went to different night markets, even going to a night market in another district of a far-off city. We were so happy.

We ate snacks and bought some cheap but pretty little things until the night markets were all over.

On the way home, Ling looked at me and said, "I'm so happy, thank you."

"Do you like me, Ling?"

Ling didn't answer. "What's wrong, Ling? Look at me and tell me, do you like me?" "

I pressed her, and after a long pause, Ling lowered her head as much as it could go. 'Would you like to be my girlfriend?'"

"Yes," I was so happy. I felt every cell in my body swell with joy. Ling was my girlfriend now.

I lifted Ling's face and looked into her eyes. Ling looked back at me shyly. What kind of eyes were those? They were worn down by time and fate, utterly exhausted. Suddenly, I hugged Ling tightly.

I didn't speak, but I knew Ling could sense my thoughts because she leaned against me, her body trembling. I suddenly felt my shoulders were incredibly heavy, not just because of Ling's weight, but because of the responsibility that now rested on my shoulders—a responsibility to make a woman happy, a responsibility to support a family. My shoulders were

wet. I stroked Ling's back and whispered, "Cry, don't hold back your tears, because if you miss today, you'll never have the chance to cry again. Because I'm by your side, you'll be happy forever."

Ling's body trembled violently, but she remained silent. I knew she was holding back.

After a long, long time, Ling pushed me away, looked at me, her face covered in tears. She smiled, looked at me, and said, "Thank you."

“Let’s go home,” I said. “Okay,” I took her hand and we went home.

Xue didn’t go home; she was at school. We went into the room, but neither of us turned on the light. The door slowly closed behind us, and I watched the hallway light gradually dim through the crack. “Bang!” The room was plunged into darkness. It was so quiet that we could hear our breathing. Ling’s breathing became rapid, and so did mine. For some reason, we hugged each other and kissed passionately. I was tearing at Ling’s clothes, and she was doing the same. We went from the living room to the bedroom, kissing each other and tearing at each other’s clothes. Yes, tearing. We were both crazy until we were both naked.

I pressed Ling down onto the bed. The moment I fell onto the bed, my arm bumped, and the pain brought me back to my senses. For some reason, my desire suddenly vanished. My movements became stiff, while Ling was still writhing beneath me.

Slowly, Ling sensed my cessation. She looked at me; though the room was dark, I knew she was watching me. I held her tightly in my arms and kissed her deeply. Ling responded again, and we kissed deeply, our tongues entwined.

After a long while, our lips parted. Ling's body was burning hot. I knew what we both wanted. I held her still. "Ling, I love you." "Mmm." "Do you want to give yourself to me, Ling?" "Mmm." "Thank you." I held her, and Ling held me tightly, still responding to me. "Don't move, just let me hold you like this. I know your heart belongs to me, thank you!"

That night, I didn't take Ling's advances. I knew Ling was mine, she was mine, her body would be mine, but that night I didn't take Ling's advances. I don't know why. Our naked bodies were tightly intertwined, but we did nothing but hug and kiss! Nothing at all!

It was three years ago when I met her. She was youthful and radiant, four years younger than me. I was born in 1978, and

she was born in 1982. That year, I was 24, and she was 20. We met quite by chance. She was very beautiful. From our initial acquaintance to becoming familiar with each other, we gradually became close. She was naturally beautiful, with long hair and a great figure. She was the kind of gentle and kind girl.

To be honest, our meeting was really accidental, mainly because she stepped on my foot on the bus. At the time, I was going to the market to buy clothes for a classmate's wedding, and coincidentally, we were going to the same place to buy things, and she was going for the same purpose. As a result, we went together, and slowly, we got to know each other and became friends.

Don't get me wrong, we were just very good, ordinary friends.

Perhaps because I treated her like my little sister, and didn't try so hard to please her like other boys do, I actually won her favor, so she had more to talk to me. She was a girl who grew up in a single-parent family; she was very independent and had a strong personality.

To be honest, I don't like girlfriends younger than me. I've had a few girlfriends before, the youngest being less than a year younger than me. She once asked me why I didn't like her, and I said, "I like you. How can we be friends if I don't like you?" She laughed and said, "Don't you want to pursue me? Are you a lesbian?" I slapped her on the head and said I didn't like minors. Our relationship continued, and we became close friends who could talk about anything. I'm also wondering why I don't like her. She has a good figure and is beautiful, but I'm just not interested.

Am I crazy? No, I get a reaction when watching porn, don't I? Many boys pursue her, and I became her shield. She doesn't like them, and she doesn't know what kind of boy she likes. Girls raised in single-parent families are bound to have strange thoughts.

We're very happy together, and I take good care of her. Maybe because she's from a single-parent family, I think there must be some psychological trauma from it, so I take extra care of her.

I don't have a girlfriend, and my apartment is a mess. She often comes to help me tidy up. When she's upset, she likes to come here to surf the internet. One day, she came to see me, crying. I asked her why, and she said she had argued with her mother.

I rarely asked her about her family before, afraid of hurting her feelings. You know, single-parent families are sensitive topics, and she told me about her family. She didn't know who her father was. Her mother had her when she was 17, with her boyfriend at the time. Both her mother and boyfriend were still children then, so you can imagine.

In those early days of reform and opening up, this was a huge deal. Her mother insisted on keeping the child and was forced to drop out of school. The boy was also disciplined and later went to another city, never to be seen again. Her mother had to give birth to the child herself and started working at a young age, though she didn't have a formal job. Her maternal grandparents also hated her mother, but since she was their daughter, they eventually helped her set up a small stall to sell things.

It might be ironic, but those who ventured into business early on fared better, while factory workers faced layoffs. Her mother, after years of hard work, should have been better off, but raising a child meant she didn't have much money, though her family was relatively well-off. Her maternal grandparents disowned her and refused to pay child support.

Later, when her mother was a little older than she is now, her grandparents passed away, leaving her to raise her alone—and her mother wasn't even that old then. I was deeply moved; I thought her mother was amazing.

I've forgotten what I asked her, or why she argued with her mother, but I remember she was very upset. She felt she shouldn't have argued with her mother and felt terrible for her. I comforted her for a long time, and eventually calmed her down. I told her to call her mother and apologize, and then I offered to take her home.

That was the first time I went to her house. Actually, I didn't go inside; I just walked her to the door. It was late, and you can't just bring a boy home, so I only took her to the door. She was knocking on the door, but to avoid misunderstanding, I didn't appear, and of course, I didn't see her mother either. However, I heard her mother's voice, "You're back."

The next day, she was very happy and came to see me. She and her mother had made up, and of course, her initiative to apologize played a big role, because her mother hadn't expected her to apologize first. Actually, I was also wondering, children from single-parent families are very stubborn and rarely take the initiative to lower themselves.

She said her mother was also puzzled by this, and after some questioning, she revealed my existence. I laughed and asked her, "Aren't you afraid your mother will ask you? Your mother probably thinks I'm the boy who's pursuing you, right?"

She told me that her mother had indeed questioned her for a long time, but she wasn't afraid. There was nothing between us, so of course she wasn't scared. However, it did take a long time to explain, but thankfully, she understood.

Then, I asked her, "Your mother said that since there's such a nice boy, you can invite him over for dinner." I laughed and said, "I'm afraid it's not your mother's idea, but rather yours." "

You guessed it," she said, "but my mother agreed." "Will you go?" she asked. "Yes

, of course I'll go! I can have a big meal, of course I'll go. Anyway, I'm living alone and I'm worried about not being able to eat good food."

"My mom cooks really well." "Then I definitely have to go." So, I went to buy some things to take to her house. She didn't want me to buy anything, but I said, "It's our first time, it's just some fruit. After all, I'm a guest. Even though we're not dating, buying some fruit is normal. But since you accepted my fruit, I'll eat double to repay you."

We laughed and prepared to go to her house for dinner the next day. I never dreamed that this ordinary visit to a friend's house would become a turning point in my life.

I walked into her house, which was large but not too luxurious. I put the fruit on the table, and her mother came out of the kitchen. When I saw her mother, my first impression was that she was very beautiful, with long hair like a waterfall and arched eyebrows. To be honest, I'm not good at describing people's appearance, but I knew that she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

Actually, I was prepared because she had said her mother was even prettier than her, and that she had inherited her mother's looks. But I was still quite surprised. Her mother was very well-maintained. Although her mother was only 16 years older than her, she was in her thirties, yet she looked like her older sister. She had a great figure, was about 170cm tall, only half a head shorter than me, wore a light green dress, and had a soft, charming voice.

Her mother seemed a little surprised to see me too, but quickly smiled and said, "You must be Xiaoqiang, the one Xiaoxue mentioned." I said, "Yes, I'm Xiaoqiang." At this point, I paused, and everyone burst into laughter. The gathering that day was very pleasant. We talked a lot, and her mother didn't look any older than us. Everyone enjoyed themselves, and she even invited me to visit sometime. That's how I met her for the first time, but I didn't call her by her name; I called her "Auntie."

Once something happens once, it will happen again and again. The same was true for us. After visiting Xue's house once, perhaps because our interaction was relatively successful, Xue trusted me more, and I started going again and again. Sometimes her mother was home, sometimes not, but because I went so often, I felt more at ease even when her mother wasn't there. Of course, other boys couldn't go; if her mother was home, it was out of the question, let alone when she wasn't.

Naturally, when her other friends found out about my treatment, they would object, but when they saw Xue pout, they didn't dare say anything. Who would offend the girl they were pursuing? That would be asking for trouble. But thankfully, at least the boys pursuing her got used to my presence and stopped glaring at me. Offending her brother would be even more unwise.

I became the only one allowed into her house. Because I was alone, I gradually went to her house more often. Don't think I was visiting her mother; the real reason was mainly to freeload meals.

Of course, there's no such thing as a free lunch. My contribution was cleaning the room, because her mother wouldn't let me wash the dishes, so I cleaned the room for her. Maybe boys don't do much housework, or maybe it's because I've been living alone for a while, but I did a pretty good job and earned praise from her mother.

On Sunday, she was going to buy clothes for a high school reunion and a picnic, and she asked me to come along. The main reason was that a boy insisted on coming along, and she thought having me would deter him. However, we miscalculated; the boy still wanted to follow after seeing me. Finally, she had to bring her mother along, which scared him off.

When the three of us walked out of the house together, the boy was still watching from a distance. Since we were already out, we decided to go together. Even though we didn't necessarily have to buy anything, we figured we might as well do some shopping. I only planned to buy Xue a pair of casual pants, but that day I saw quite a few clothes I liked, so we spent the whole day shopping. Luckily, I often go shopping myself, otherwise I would have been exhausted. Xue probably rarely shops with her mother, and the two of them had a great time, visiting many malls. Of course, she always asked for my opinion when trying on clothes, since men and women have different tastes.

Xue and her mother are natural clothes hangers; everything looks good on them. Her mother also bought several pieces of clothing—very tasteful (not sexy), very individualistic, and stylish. Of course, I also complimented her, not just flattering, but genuinely. Women all like compliments, right? The shopping trip ended there, and I was very happy. We were going to have a big meal that night, because her mother's cooking is so delicious.

She went on a trip for over a week. I don't understand; do trips that don't involve a tour group always last longer? Maybe it's because there's no time limit.

The day Xue left, I went to her house again, but to be honest, she wasn't home, and I felt awkward going.

Xue left in the morning. Her mother and I saw her off, and then we went back together. Her mother was free that day, and we chatted on the way back. She casually asked where I wanted to eat lunch, and I said I didn't know. Her mother suggested we eat at her house. She was just being polite, and I declined, but I genuinely didn't know where to eat, so I just said okay.

Then her mother said she needed to go to the supermarket to buy groceries, and I realized my mistake and hurriedly said no. But my contradictory answer made me feel awkward. Her mother, of course, insisted, since I had initially said I wanted to go. So we went to buy groceries. But you know, supermarkets have vegetable sections and clothing sections too. Clothes always attract women, and we ended up lingering in the clothing section. Oh well, we had just finished shopping a few days ago, so maybe we hadn't had enough. Of course, shopping involves trying on clothes, so we did.

The two of us, her mother trying on clothes, and me, of course, offering advice.

Unexpectedly, we ended up shopping for lunchtime. What to do? We hadn't bought any groceries yet! So, we decided to eat out. What we ate wasn't important; the important thing was that we wouldn't have to buy groceries afterward. Our ultimate shopping goal was gone! After some discussion, we reaffirmed our goal: buy groceries. We'd have dinner at her house that evening. Grocery shopping wouldn't take that much time, so we could continue shopping in the afternoon and waste time.

So, after lunch, we set off again, heading straight to a clothing street. We finally finished shopping that afternoon, buying quite a few clothes. There were some unpleasant moments though. I don't know why, but some clothing stores didn't allow trying on clothes; there were no fitting rooms. Her mother was worried too. I said we could just try them on at home. My love for the clothes overcame everything, and we bought them. These days, every store seems to copy us; several items weren't even tried on.

Finally, after buying a huge amount of stuff, we went to buy groceries. To reward me for accompanying her shopping, her mother bought a lot of groceries, making me keep saying, "Auntie, no need!"

That evening, when we arrived at Xue's house, she started cooking. I helped her, and we ate and chatted, even having a little wine—but don't get me wrong, just a tiny bit. Nothing unusual happened; we just talked a lot. Although I call her "Auntie," her mother is only 12 years older than me, so there's no generation gap.

We ate and chatted, continuing our conversation even after dinner. Perhaps her mother didn't have many friends to talk to, as we chatted late into the night, until about 11 pm. We talked about everything under the sun, from life ideals to TV commercials.

"Auntie, I have to go now, it's too late. Thank you for dinner." "No need to thank me, you accompanied me shopping for so many things. Oh, I haven't tried on the clothes yet." "Then try them on now." As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted it. How could I let my friend's mother change clothes at home so late at night? It was obvious she wanted to show them to me after she changed.

Luckily, her mother hesitated for less than a second before saying "okay. "

Then she said, "You'll go change in a bit." Her mother changed outfits one after another, and they all looked really beautiful. I couldn't help but praise her, but I also offered a lot of advice. The clothes, skirts, and pants were bought separately, and we wanted different combinations, so we kept swapping and matching. Maybe it was because I wasn't just praising her, but giving suggestions, that we started discussing how to coordinate the outfits. After coming up with an idea, we'd try them on, discuss it again, and find things we weren't happy with, like how the waist could be slimmer,

so we'd make alterations. Of course, it was just minor alterations; after all, I'm not a tailor. But they really did look better after the alterations. Now that I think about it, when watching a woman change clothes, you can't just praise her all the time; giving appropriate suggestions is much better. I didn't expect we'd end up trying on clothes until after 2 a.m.

We were both exhausted, and I wanted to leave, but it was late. Her mother said, "Why don't you stay here?" I don't know why, but even though it was just a polite remark, I actually nodded. So, her mother went back to her room, and I stayed on the sofa, sleeping in silence until dawn.

When I woke up in the morning, I found that her mother had already made breakfast. When she saw me, she said, "You're awake." I blushed, feeling a little embarrassed, and said, "I'm sorry, Auntie, I was too tired, so I woke up late." Her mother smiled and said, "It's alright, have breakfast." She asked if I needed anything, and I said no. "I had a dress that didn't fit yesterday, I'm going to return it later." I said okay.

I went with her mother to return the dress, which, of course, took another day. I ended up shopping for two days in a row, and I was basically exhausted. After getting another meal through a scam, I went home.

Maybe it was accompanying her mother shopping for clothes, maybe it was chatting with her mother, or maybe it was because I made a good impression on her. That's how I gradually became familiar with Xue and her mother. Sometimes I'd go to her house for dinner. I like watching sci-fi movies, and her mother likes them too. I've always been curious why women, especially women in their thirties, would like sci-fi movies, but Xue doesn't. Since Xue's home theater is quite good, I often rent movies to watch at her house. Xue would watch for a couple of seconds and then hide in her room to surf the internet, leaving just her mother and me to watch. Afterwards, we'd comment on them, even debating the plot.

Sometimes, when Xue wasn't there, I'd go watch movies myself. Her mother doesn't like going to the cinema; she prefers to watch at home. Apparently, she says it's because she can pause and think about parts she doesn't understand before watching again. I'm speechless.

Maybe it's because I'm good at shopping, but sometimes I'll accompany her mother shopping. Actually, I mainly offer my opinions, though many are against them. I'm just stating my honest thoughts.

You know, when you accompany a woman shopping, if you can offer many insightful opinions, especially different ones, it's more appealing. They'll consider your ideas. Daughters and mothers often share similar thoughts, which is why I think they don't always shop together. Would a family really go shopping together? That would be like shopping alone. But I'm different; I'm an outsider, I have different ideas, and we can discuss things. So, gradually, they all prefer shopping with me, but not just the two of them.

To be honest, I'm quite popular. Many of my former classmates' parents liked me, including the female classmates. When I was in school, I would often visit classmates' houses. Back then, boys visiting girls' houses were often suspected of having early romances, but I never was. Maybe it's because I'm not conventionally attractive? Anyway, my classmates would tease me about being ugly, though I think they were just jealous.

It's the same with Xue. Gaining her mother's trust might be related to my behavior, or it might be related to her conversations while shopping. I feel my relationship with Xue's family is getting closer. Life goes on, we live our lives, and Xue lives hers too. Many people still pursue Xue, but she still rejects them.

However, Xue ran into a persistent pursuer. The guy was very rich, actually his father was rich, and he often drove to pick Xue up. A 20-year-old girl, still in college, had many people picking her up every day. Her classmates were used to it, but the fact that he drove there still made people gossip. Actually, Xue didn't like him. She felt that driving her father's car made her look like a spoiled brat. He looked like a playboy, but he was really persistent in pursuing Xue.

He came to see Xue every day, but Xue refused him many times. Unfortunately, Xue's classmate liked him and always wanted to go with him, even dragging Xue along. Xue had no choice but to come to me, begging me to take the fall for him. I was surprised and asked why she hadn't said so earlier. Xue said I was too busy with work and didn't want to bother her, so she only came when she had no other choice. I told Xue it was no problem, I would pick her up every day. Xue said no need, once was enough, I was also quite busy with work. I said no, I had quit my job. Xue was very surprised and asked me what happened. I said I had discovered the secret between my boss and his secretary, and he fired me. But luckily, he gave me a large sum of hush money when I left. I said I wasn't a despicable person. I was already annoyed with that boss and wanted to leave, but he gave me a big envelope when I left. I was hesitant to accept it, but he insisted, so I took it. I told Xue I would come to see her tomorrow.

After school, I went to Xue's school. It wasn't my first time there, but nobody recognized me because there were too many boys, and no one bothered to remember who was who. This time, however, Xue's classmates recognized me. I walked straight into Xue's dorm room. No boy had ever dared to be so bold before. Actually, it wasn't that I was afraid, but mainly I was afraid of upsetting Xue; she gets really angry. When I entered the dorm, I saw Xue was angry. I was surprised. "What's wrong?" I asked. Xue's classmates all looked at me like I was going to die. Any boy who came to Xue while she was angry would be in big trouble. I sat down next to Xue and asked her what was wrong.

Apparently, a boy was pursuing Xue, and it had become quite a spectacle. The boy also had a girlfriend, and she was making a huge scene, coming to Xue and causing a scene. The teachers all knew about it, making it seem like Xue had done something to the boy. The teachers thought Xue had stolen the girl's boyfriend, and Xue hated being wronged, so she was angry.

When she saw me, she stood up and said, "Let's go home." Xue has a dormitory at school; universities require students to live on campus. However, because Xue's school isn't strict about it, and Xue's home is in the city, she doesn't always stay in the dormitory; sometimes she goes home, sometimes she stays. Xue and I came out, and that rich guy was still waiting at the door, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

He came over to greet Xue, but when he saw me behind him, he paused, mainly because I was carrying Xue's things. Xue saw him, turned around and called to me, "Hurry up and go," then took my arm.

The guy dropped his cigarette when he saw Xue's actions. Xue went over and introduced me as her boyfriend. The guy looked at me in disbelief, then became very jealous.

He stammered, asking Xue how she had a boyfriend. Xue said she had never said she didn't have one. If looks could kill, I probably would have torn him to pieces already.

After holding it in for a long time, I finally asked, "Where are you from?" I replied that where I was from wasn't important; what mattered was that I was Xue's boyfriend. I'd heard you were pursuing Xue, so I came to see who was chasing my girlfriend. The guy asked, "What makes you think you're Xue's boyfriend?" I feigned surprise and said, "Whether I'm Xue's boyfriend or not doesn't seem to concern you. Thanks for your concern, but mind your own business. I hope you won't bother Xue anymore.

" I turned around, put my arm around Xue's shoulder, and said, "Let's go home. I told your mom you'd be staying tonight. She's waiting for us to come home for dinner." As soon as I said that, the guy, upon hearing that I'd already met Xue's parents, was startled. He probably hadn't expected it to reach the point of meeting the parents, and his jealousy intensified; he looked like he was about to go crazy. I ignored him and walked away with Xue in my arms.

I said, "Let's go get something to eat." Xue asked, "Aren't we going home?" I said, "I called your mom before I came to find you. She has a party today and won't be home. I was just arguing with that guy." Xue laughed and said I was a real rascal.

I said, "Let's go out for dinner and do some shopping to calm down." After dinner, we wandered aimlessly through the streets, chatting about Xue's school. I said, "You're almost graduating, why are so many boys still chasing after you?" Xue said, "How should I know?" I said, "You were really angry today." Xue said she wasn't afraid of anything else; boys had caused trouble before, but the key was that graduation was approaching, and she was afraid that a big fuss would affect her diploma.

What's worse, that boy was afraid of teachers and wouldn't say anything, which led to Xue being wrongly accused. She finally managed to clear things up, but she was still furious. I said, "It's good that you've cleared things up." Xue was very troubled by the boys' behavior. I said, "It's because you're pretty; of course, boys will chase after you."

Xue said, "Does being pretty guarantee that someone will like you?" "Of course, most boys like pretty girls. You're pretty and don't have a boyfriend yet, it's no wonder no one's pursuing you. Why don't you find a boyfriend?" Xue said, "Now that you're here, I have a boyfriend, things should get much better from now on." "I guess so." Xue suddenly blinked and asked me, "Do you like me?" I said I do, otherwise how could we be friends? Xue said it wasn't that kind of liking, it was the liking between boyfriend and girlfriend. I said I didn't know, but she seemed like a little sister to me.

But now it's probably not possible. Xue asked what was wrong, and I said that since everyone considers me their boyfriend, I can't say no now. I'll be in trouble later. Xue said, "Why don't you pursue me?" I looked at Xue and said, "Really?" Xue said, "We're very close." I looked at Xue and asked, "Do you like me?" "I don't know, I guess I like you. How about we date?" I laughed and said, "I'm probably not a very good person." "But you're my friend. A very trustworthy friend."

After that, we didn't say anything more and walked silently, my mind replaying what I had just said. Do I like Xue? I don't know. Almost half an hour passed, and we just walked and walked, without saying a word, through the entire commercial street, towards the bus stop to go home. To take the bus, we had to cross the street. After crossing, I said to Xue, "Let's date." Xue looked at me and smiled, "Okay."

Xue and I started dating, but we didn't have the intimate gestures of other boyfriends and girlfriends. At most, we would hold hands, put our arms around each other's shoulders, or give each other a simple hug when I left at night. It's not that we didn't want to, it's just that we saw each other as good friends, so we didn't have many feelings.

We were still the same as usual, except we cared about each other more. Her mother found out about our relationship; she mentioned it while talking about school, or rather, she let it slip. I don't know what she and her mother said, but it happened. Her mother didn't say anything, but I felt she treated me even better, probably because our relationship had progressed further.

I'm currently unemployed, and her mother found out, so she asked me to go work at her company. Actually, her mother's company has been facing some difficulties recently; their best salesperson was poached by a competitor. Since I was unemployed anyway, I went.

I worked very hard to help her mother. Because of my relationship with Xue, and because I'm also close to Xue's mother, I worked even harder, like helping a friend's company—of course, you have to work hard, right?

After work, I often went to Xue's house for dinner before going home. Sometimes I accompanied her mother to buy groceries, and then we went home together.

Sometimes we'd discuss company matters in the evenings. If it got too late, I'd sleep on the sofa. Her mother specially bought me a blanket, a pillow, and toiletries, which I needed when I slept at Xue's house. Half a year passed like this. The company situation gradually improved, and Xue was about to graduate. She was living at school, preparing for graduation, since she didn't want to participate in company discussions at home anyway.

My contact with Xue gradually decreased, but I didn't feel anything. Although we were boyfriend and girlfriend, it was probably more of a title than anything else. I, on the other hand, spent more time with her mother. During our free time, we'd go shopping together, eat dinner together, and gradually become more familiar. I'd offer a lot of advice on buying things, and we often talked about work and our dreams.

It's ridiculous, isn't it? Talking about dreams with someone 12 years older than yourself—how naive!

That day, her mother and I negotiated a major client. We were very happy, having worked several days and nights in a row to finalize the plan and sign the contract. We were overjoyed. That evening, we ate together at home and drank some alcohol. Although I don't like drinking, I drank because I was happy. Her mother is a heavy drinker, but perhaps due to fatigue and excitement, she also got a little drunk. We sat on the sofa, drinking and chatting, and gradually the topic turned to Xue.

We talked a lot. A woman in that era, starting out at 16 to make a living on her own, facing gossip from those around her, her parents' lack of understanding, and the contempt of relatives—that kind of pain is unimaginable to outsiders. The person she loved cowardly ran away; the blow was immense. I understand her very well.

She's only in her early thirties, and she's persevered for so many years. All her prime years have slipped away unnoticed. We talked about love. Her mother no longer dared to love; one painful experience followed her for life—a devastating blow no matter what. I talked about my past relationships, and slowly, she cried. I cried too. She broke down in tears. I patted her shoulder, and slowly, I hugged her. She cried so hard, as if twenty years of pain had suddenly erupted, sobbing on my shoulder.

That night, nothing happened like in novels. Nothing inappropriate happened. I don't even know when I fell asleep, but we both slept on the sofa. When I woke up in the morning, she was lying on top of me. We seemed to have woken up at the same time. We were both very embarrassed and quickly separated. She went back to her room to wash up, and I stood there on the sofa, stunned. After a while,

she came out, dressed beautifully and full of energy. She said she wanted to go shopping, so we went. When we

got outside, I realized I hadn't shaved. I said, "Never mind, let's go." We went to many places, and later went to buy clothes. Perhaps because I look older, when I came out of the clothes I tried on, the saleswoman said, "Look how beautiful your girlfriend is, sir, why don't you buy a men's outfit too?" We were very embarrassed, but we didn't say anything, paid, and left. As we left, the saleswoman said, "Welcome to come again."

Back home, I saw her changing clothes again.

Our relationship suddenly seemed very awkward. I suddenly felt uncomfortable calling her "Auntie," so I simply stopped calling her that and just said what I needed to say without any address.

That evening, I stayed for dinner. When I left, she saw me to the door—the first time she'd ever seen me off. We chatted for a long time at the door before I left.

Just like that, we seemed to become close friends, often going shopping and chatting. I stopped calling her "Auntie."

Ling, that's what I call her, is my girlfriend's mother. I don't know when I started to enjoy being with Ling, chatting with her, and shopping with her. She's mature and has a great presence. I don't deny I have a mother complex, but what man doesn't? Mature women provide themselves with a lot of care and security, and men need security too. She's young, only 12 years older than me. Time has put too much pressure on her; she hasn't really had the chance to be young. When she cried, it was as if she released 20 years of pent-up pain. Emotions affect appearance, and that certainly applies to women.

She's never told anyone about her past, not even Xue, but she told me, and our relationship grew closer. We became inseparable friends—yes, true friends. Only true friends can share each other's joys and sorrows and truly trust each other.

She trusts me, so I can understand her inner world.

Sometimes she appears very young in my presence, and because she's so beautiful, she sometimes looks like she's in her early twenties, even like Xue's older sister. I know she needs to look young because she's never truly been. Sometimes when we're out together, she's as happy as a little girl. I remember once I told her, "Look at you, acting like a little girl. Stop being naughty!" She froze, and I knew I'd made a mistake and was feeling quite embarrassed. But she said, "Yes, I've never been a little girl, never been naughty."

I don't know where I got the courage, but I walked over, took her hand, and said, "Let's be young for once today!" Then I pulled her along and we ran.

We ran breathlessly through several streets amidst the strange looks from people, rushed into a disco, and danced wildly. In the middle of the night, after our frenzy, panting heavily, we walked down the street, and she looked at me and said, "Thank you, I've never been so happy." I smiled and said, "You've never been naughty either." She smiled, a very charming smile.

We walked slowly. When we crossed the street, she unconsciously grabbed my arm while looking for cars, then awkwardly let go. By then, I had already crossed. She was two steps behind when she released my arm. Perhaps it was just a coincidence, but a car came along. Cars are always fast at night. I pulled her aside to avoid the car, and she almost fell. I caught her, and she fell into my arms. We could feel each other's heartbeats. Our bodies were stiff, and we didn't dare to move. I forced out a sentence, "That was too dangerous. Are you alright?" She looked up into my eyes. Our faces were very close; we could even feel each other's breath. Slowly, I leaned closer to her, and she closed her eyes. We kissed.

For a long, long time, our lips parted. I was panting heavily, and so was Ling. This kiss was so powerful for both of us. Two years had passed since my last girlfriend cruelly dumped me. I thought my heart was dead. Even with Xue, it was more like siblings than lovers. Although Xue and I were boyfriend and girlfriend, it felt like we were just using someone to fill a void. We were more like siblings, without any real feelings. We held hands and put our arms around each other, but that was all.

Ling was different. Her kiss felt genuine. It shook me to my core. I felt dizzy, my heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest. I couldn't control my movements; my body was stiff.

Ling felt the same way. Later, I asked her how she felt at that moment. She told me that it felt like the sun had gone out, the palace had collapsed, and she had no strength left. Her heart couldn't support her exhausted body. Ling leaned against me, her chest heaving rapidly. Twenty years—twenty years of suffering, twenty years of youth—a heart that had lived numbly for twenty years, without love or hate, melted in that moment, in that kiss. It was melted by me.

Ling cried. She tried hard not to make a sound, but I could feel her sorrow from her trembling shoulders.

I panicked. I frantically lifted her face, looking into Ling's tear-filled eyes. She looked at me too. Gently, I kissed her face, little by little, kissing away her tears.

I felt I needed to say something, but I hesitated. I didn't know what to say—to comfort her, or to tell her I loved her. I didn't know.

Ling stopped crying, looking at me somewhat shyly. Finally, I said, "Let's go home." Ling nodded gently.

I held her, and she held me, as we walked home together. Slowly, Ling rested her head on my shoulder. We walked slowly like that, neither of us speaking. I sensed that Ling wanted to say something, but neither of us knew how to begin. So we remained silent, simply walking quietly, savoring the stillness. We walked for a long time, arm in arm, until we reached Ling's house.

I wished this road would never end, but we arrived at Ling's. At the door, Ling softly said, "Thank you,"

her head bowed. Then, she quickly ran upstairs. And I, standing there dumbfounded, for a long time… then walked home, lost in thought.

That night, I couldn't sleep…

The next day, I went to Ling's house. I didn't really know why I was going. When I reached the door, when I was about to knock, my hand froze in mid-air. Should I knock? What would Ling be like? What would become of us? I didn't know, I didn't dare to think about it. After hesitating for a long time, I finally knocked.

The door opened quickly, and there was Ling. She was dressed casually in a top, looking effortlessly beautiful. When she saw me, her eyes lit up, but she immediately lowered her head shyly. We stood awkwardly in the doorway for a while before Ling softly said, "Come in." I walked in woodenly.

We sat on the sofa, neither of us knowing what to say; the air was thick with awkwardness. "Are you...?" I stammered. "Yes." "Did you sleep well last night?" "Yes." I didn't know what to say. After a while, my stomach rumbled. Ling laughed, and I laughed too. The atmosphere seemed to lighten considerably. Ling said, "I'll make you some food." "Okay," I said. Ling's face flushed slightly as she went to the kitchen.

I went into the kitchen and watched Ling busy herself. Slowly, I became mesmerized.

"Hey," Ling called out, "What are you looking at?" "Looking at you." Another moment of awkwardness followed. "Let's eat." "Okay." During the meal, to ease the tension and to relieve my own embarrassment, I told many jokes, making Ling laugh non-stop.

We ate so happily. After we finished, I said, "Today, I'll help you wash the dishes." "Okay," Ling nodded.

We washed the dishes, or rather, Ling watched me wash the dishes. Her eyes were full of love; I could feel it. I looked at her and smiled. Neither of us spoke. After washing the dishes, I walked over to Ling, who was leaning against the door. Her gaze was also lingering. We looked at each other, unsure what to say. Slowly, I took Ling's hand. Ling seemed a little flustered, as did I.

And so, we held each other's hands, looking into each other's eyes. I could feel the love in her eyes, and she could feel mine.

We hugged, just holding each other quietly. Very tightly. I could even feel the curves of her body, every part. "I love you," I said, I said it. I had long forgotten how to pronounce those words. But now, I said it, I said "I love you" to her.

"No," Ling pushed me away.

"What's wrong?" I looked at her in surprise. Suddenly, I understood.

"It's Xue," I said.

“I’m sorry,” Ling said. “I’m sorry, I… I can’t love you, we can’t be together.”

“Why?

” “You’re Xue’s boyfriend.”

“But Xue and I don’t have that kind of love, you know that.”

“But… I’m sorry.”

I was silent, and she was silent too. My heart was conflicted.

I took Ling’s hand and lifted her face. “Look into my eyes. You and I are mature people now, we both know what we’re doing. Twenty years. Have you ever loved? You loved me, right? You can’t deceive yourself. You know my relationship with Xue, you know there’s nothing between us.

I also know it’s hard for us to face Xue, but if we run away because of this, we’ll regret it for the rest of our lives.”

“But I’m twelve years older than you.” “That’s right, but we’re the same type, aren’t we? Isn’t it fate?” “But I’m your aunt.” “You’re just Xue’s mother. Xiaolongnu is Yang Guo’s aunt. You’re not Xiaolongnu, and I’m not Yang Guo, but can’t we be together? Are you so concerned about the title? If you’re my aunt, then let me tell you, Auntie, I love you!” I shouted.

Ling was surprised; she hadn’t expected me to be so courageous.

“I’m a woman with a daughter, an old woman.” “So what? You’re not old. You’ve never been young. Don’t you want to find true love? Don’t you want a man’s shoulder to lean on?”

I said. “Call me, Ling, call me by my name,” I shouted. Hearing me call her name, Ling’s body trembled involuntarily. “Qiang,” Ling obediently called me. “From today on, you’ll call me Qiang, and I’ll call you Ling. You say you’re my aunt? Fine, you’re my aunt. But Ling, you’re also my girlfriend.” Ling was confused. She gasped for breath, not knowing what to do.

"Give me time, Qiang, give me time to face this, okay? Don't pressure me." "Ling, I won't pressure you, but I hope you won't hold back your feelings. Open your heart, I'll wait for you." I hugged Ling tightly, and slowly, I felt her arms tighten around me too. At that moment, I felt our emotions burst forth like a flood breaking through a dam. Our bodies embraced, and our hearts were intertwined.

That day, we talked non-stop, but not a single word was about our relationship. I knew it was almost impossible for Ling to accept me all at once; love can't be rushed.

After all, 20 years had passed, and Ling almost didn't know what love was, or even how to love anymore. I tried to find light topics, things unrelated to our relationship, but still relevant to our lives. After all, although we knew each other, to be lovers, we needed to understand each other's lives as well as each other's. Moreover, the age difference between Ling and me made it even more important for her to understand me.

We chatted on and on. I told her about my childhood, my family, my happy and unhappy moments, and my life experiences, but I didn't talk about my past relationships. I felt it was best not to rush things; after all, we needed to give each other time and space to consider things. We chatted like this, and I kept trying to make Ling happy with my words.

I knew there was still a big gap between us, but I was confident I could close it. Age didn't matter; movies and TV dramas often portray couples of different ages together.

Suddenly, Ling felt the room was getting dark and realized it was late. We had been chatting all day without realizing it.

"Oh, it's dark." "Yeah

, it's so late. "

"We've been chatting so much we've lost track of time."

"That's perfect, we should have dinner right after we finish chatting."

Ling laughed. "You're so cheeky, are you hungry?"

"No."

"Then..."

"Let's go out for a walk," I suggested, and Ling agreed.

We were going to go to the night market. Ling went to change her clothes. "Don't change, let's just go."

"No, I'll change?"

"Okay," I said, not minding. A little while later, Ling changed her clothes.

When Ling came out, my eyes lit up. Ling was dressed very young. Actually, Ling herself looks very young, but usually, because of work, although she is young, she still dresses quite maturely and has a lot of charm. But tonight was different. Ling dressed very young, almost looking younger than me. I was so happy. I knew that Ling was trying to get closer to me. She dressed very young, trying her best to be like me. I was very happy.

That night, we went out shopping and had a great time. Ling was like a little girl, skipping and jumping. I felt like I was seeing her 20 years ago. No, it was exactly 20 years ago, because her life had stopped 20 years ago.

We held hands and went to different night markets, even going to a night market in another district of a far-off city. We were so happy.

We ate snacks and bought some cheap but pretty little things until the night markets were all over.

On the way home, Ling looked at me. "I'm so happy, thank you."

"Do you like me, Ling?"

Ling didn't answer. "What's wrong, Ling? Look at me and tell me if you like me?"

I pressed her. After a long silence, "Yes," Ling lowered her head as much as it could go. "Would you like to be my girlfriend?"

"Yes," I was so happy. I felt every cell in my body swell. Ling was my girlfriend.

I lifted Ling's face and looked into her eyes. Ling looked back at me shyly. What kind of eyes were those? They were worn down by time and fate, exhausted. Suddenly, I hugged Ling tightly.

I didn't say anything, but I knew Ling could feel my thoughts because she leaned against me, her body trembling. I suddenly felt my shoulders were so heavy, not just because of Ling's weight, but because I now carried a responsibility—a responsibility to make a woman happy, a responsibility to support a family.

My shoulder was wet. I stroked Ling's back and whispered, "Cry, don't hold back your tears, because if you miss today, you'll never have the chance to cry again. Because I'm here with you, you'll be happy forever.

" Ling's body trembled violently, but she didn't make a sound. I knew she was holding back.

After a long, long time, Ling pushed me away, looked at me, her face covered in tears. She smiled, looked at me, and said, "Thank you."

"Let's go home," I said. "Okay," I took her hand, and we went home.

Xue didn't go home; she was at school. We went into the room, but neither of us turned on the light. The door slowly closed behind us, and I watched the hallway light gradually dim through the crack. "Pop!" The room was plunged into darkness. It was so quiet you could hear our breathing. Ling's breathing became rapid, and so did mine. For some reason, we embraced and kissed each other passionately. I was tearing at Ling's clothes, and she was doing the same. We moved from the living room to the bedroom, kissing and tearing at each other's clothes—yes, tearing. We were both frantic, until neither of us had any clothes left.

I pressed Ling down onto the bed. The instant I hit the bed, my arm jolted, and the pain brought me back to my senses. For some reason, my desire suddenly vanished. My movements froze, while Ling continued to writhe beneath me.

Slowly, Ling sensed my cessation. She looked at me; though the room was dark, I knew she was watching. I held her tightly in my arms and kissed her deeply. Ling began to reciprocate. We kissed, a deep kiss, our tongues entwined.

After a long while, our lips parted. Ling's body was burning hot. I knew what we both wanted. I held her still. "Ling, I love you." "Mmm." "Do you want to give yourself to me, Ling?" "Mmm." "Thank you." I held her, and Ling held me tightly, still responding to me. "Don't move, just let me hold you like this. I know your heart belongs to me, thank you!"

That night I didn't take Ling's advances. I knew Ling was mine, she was mine, her body would be mine, but that night I didn't take Ling's advances. I don't know why. Our naked bodies were tightly intertwined, but we did nothing but hug and kiss! Nothing at all!

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