eavesdropping

By 9 PM, the hospital staff had mostly left for the day,

so I decided to head there

immediately to avoid missing anything. Just in case, I borrowed some clothes from a colleague under some pretext, changed into them, and

set .

On the way, I carefully considered my options. My father's ICU was a

very high-class ward, with excellent soundproofing and even the door could be locked from the inside. The doors and windows had curtains

.

If Xiaoying locked the door and drew the curtains, I wouldn't be able to see anything. Why didn't I prepare a listening device

beforehand ? Even if I couldn't see, listening would still be helpful. But I decided to let things take their

course and see how things went at the hospital.

Finally, I arrived at the hospital and slowly climbed the stairs. The closer I got to my father's room, the lighter my steps became

, and I was incredibly anxious. I couldn't let Xiaoying find out. If she did, how would I

explain it to her? And my plans for the night would be ruined.

I tiptoed to my father's ward. The hospital corridor was quiet; the other patients

seemed to have already gone to bed, with only the dim light of the corridor lamps.

From a distance, I could see that the light in my father's ward was still on, and the curtains seemed to be slightly ajar

.

My nerves were on edge. I was holding a newspaper and wearing my colleague's clothes, hoping

to quickly turn away or use the newspaper to cover my face if I bumped into Xiaoying in the corridor. I hoped I could avoid

her and not be seen.

Slowly, I reached the door of my father's ward. To my surprise, the door was open

, and it was quiet inside. Had I gone to the wrong room? I checked the room number carefully—I hadn't gone to the wrong one. I crouched around the corner

, peeking inside. I saw my father lying quietly in bed; there was no one else there

.

I breathed a sigh of relief and tiptoed into my father's ward. The curtains were drawn—

the kind that are tall, floor-length. Xiaoying wasn't in the room.

Where had Xiaoying gone? Seeing the open door, I guessed Xiaoying had just gone out briefly, maybe

to buy food or go to the bathroom; she couldn't have been gone long.

Thankfully, I hadn't missed anything.

Just as I stood there rejoicing, I suddenly heard the sound of high heels in the hallway.

Since I knew Xiaoying so well, I was certain it was her footsteps.

Oh no, I'm trapped in the room! My eyes scanned the room, searching for a hiding place.

Under the bed? No, too obvious. The storage cabinet? No, what if Xiaoying opens it and finds

me? How would I explain? Xiaoying's footsteps were almost at the door. I didn't have time to think; I

simply slipped into the nearest curtain.

The curtain was some distance from the windowsill; hiding inside, my figure wouldn't be noticeable from the outside.

Moreover, I was behind the curtains, in a dimly lit area, while the ward was brightly lit. This contrast

allowed me to clearly see everything in the ward through the not-so-transparent gauze curtains, while the people inside

couldn't see me through the curtains.

After carefully considering the situation, I breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, the hiding place I had chosen was decent;

the curtains dragged on the floor, so my feet wouldn't be exposed, and I could still see everything in the room. It was already evening, and unless

something unexpected happened, Xiaoying wouldn't come to close the curtains, so this was the safest place.

Before I could even relax, Xiaoying entered the room, carrying a washbasin and

clutching a towel.

Judging from this, Xiaoying had just gone to the washroom to fetch water and wash the towel to wipe my father's body.

When I wasn't there, Xiaoying could only wipe the front of my father's body, not turn him over to wipe his back.

Xiaoying placed the washbasin on the bedside table, draped the towel over the edge of the basin, and then went to close the door.

Looking at Xiaoying, neatly dressed, and then at my father, still unconscious under the covers, I realized nothing had happened

before

.

A loud bang on the door startled me from my reverie. Xiaoying had already closed the door. After closing it, she

turned to go to my father's bedside, but after a few steps, a flicker of hesitation and struggle crossed her eyes

.

She stood there for a few minutes, then looked up at the clock on the wall; time was ticking

away.

Finally, determination replaced her gaze. She looked at my father, who was still unconscious, sighed, and

turned back towards the door.

Was Xiaoying going out again? Just as I was wondering,

I heard a click as the door was locked from the inside. A sudden surge of excitement filled me. Xiaoying had locked the door

! Was my fantasy about to become reality? A soft rustling sound followed, and through the curtains, I saw

Xiaoying draw the curtains on the small window of the ward.

The entire room was now completely sealed off

; outsiders couldn't see or hear

anything .

Although there were doctors and nurses on duty at night, they

wouldn't making this quiet night very safe… However, Xiaoying

had no idea that in the intensive care unit she thought was just her and her father, there was another person—her

husband—hiding behind the curtains a few meters away.

I dared not breathe deeply, afraid Xiaoying would hear me; the soundproofed ward was eerily

quiet .

After watching her father quietly for a while, Xiaoying took out her phone. At that moment, my heart tightened. Xiaoying…

"Is she going to call me?" That was very possible. After all, Xiaoying would ask if I'd eaten dinner,

report on my father, and so on . My heart was pounding. If Xiaoying called me now,

how would I react, hiding behind the curtains? Answer the phone? Impossible. My heart was pounding. However, I had prepared thoroughly beforehand, even silencing my phone, so it wouldn't ring. If Xiaoying called now, I could only ignore it and make up an excuse later. I had prepared many "contingency plans," but I never expected Xiaoying to call me. Looking back, it seems a little ridiculous. But in the end, my worries were unnecessary. After picking up the phone, Xiaoying hesitated for a moment, then silenced it as well. How did I know Xiaoying had silenced her phone? Although I couldn't see clearly, the phone, which had been making keystrokes, stopped making any at the end. The answer was obvious: Xiaoying had silenced her phone . Was Xiaoying preparing for this? To avoid the atmosphere she had painstakingly built up being interrupted by a sudden phone ring? After putting down the phone, Xiaoying lifted her father's blanket, pulling it all the way to his feet. Her father was wearing a hospital gown on his upper body, but completely naked from the waist down. His limp penis lay limp between his legs, and even in its flaccid state, a transparent the glans, one end of which was inserted into the urethral opening, and the other end connected to a urinal under his bed. With no one else around, Xiaoying's gaze lingered on her father's penis without any attempt at concealment. A flicker , and finally, her pretty face flushed. She continued to unbutton her father's hospital gown, revealing his wrinkled chest. Xiaoying picked up a towel, dipped it in the hot water in the basin, and began to gently wipe her father. Throughout the process, Xiaoying was very gentle, wiping with precise pressure. She would glance at the area she was wiping , then at her father's quiet face. She seemed to be recalling, remembering everything that had happened before. Xiaoying's wiping movements slowed down, until finally her hand stopped, and a few crystal tears began to fall onto her father's chest. Xiaoying finally couldn't deceive herself; the worry and grievances she had accumulated over this period finally surfaced again when no one was around. "Did you sleep well? I know you're tired. If you want to sleep, then sleep well. It's good to rest. Tonight might be your last night, so let me tell you what's on my mind. I've never told anyone before, not even Jincheng, but I'm telling you everything today. Even if you're leaving, let me finish what I have to say to you, so I won't have any regrets." Xiaoying held the towel and gently placed it on her father's chest, letting the tears fall on him. At this moment, she didn't hide or control her emotions. In this quiet, undisturbed hospital room , she vented her innermost feelings. "If you want to die, then die. It's better if you die. After you die, no one will bully me anymore. That night you forcibly took my virginity, which I had preserved for Jincheng for so many years. I really hate you. I wish you were dead. Although I know I also bear some responsibility, I just hate you. What's done is done , and I can't go back to the past. I regretted it so much back then. Why did I keep indulging you?" Xiaoying slowly stopped crying, and her gaze suddenly turned cold, as if she was thinking about something that hurt her and made her hate it. Xiaoying continued to tell her story. "When you left home and set foot on the island in the middle of the river, when I saw you making vegetarian dumplings for your birthday all by yourself , when I saw how haggard and aged you looked, my heart suddenly ached. I don't know what's wrong with me. Logically, I shouldn't have felt much, but why ? I've thought about it carefully. Do I really hate you? Later I realized that I don't hate you. I hate myself. I hate myself for..." At this moment, Xiaoying, who had been indifferent just moments before, suddenly became very sad and distressed. Her expressions changed with her words, and at that moment, I suddenly realized that Xiaoying really had the potential to be an actress. "Actually, countless nights afterward, I would think about the scene of you forcing yourself on me that night, and I would even dream about it at night. I don't know why. Maybe you can't hear my words now, so I'll pour out all my feelings. I'll talk, and you listen. Remember, if you can hear me, you must keep it a secret for me ." As she said this, Xiaoying blushed, a hint of shyness flashing across her face, tinged with awkwardness and unnaturalness. "Actually, every time I think about that night, I can't help but feel aroused, my lower body itches and gets wet . To be honest, your penis is much bigger than Jincheng's. Since Jincheng got sick, I haven't felt like a woman . That night, after you penetrated me, I was really flustered and hated you at first, but when the pleasure came from down there, I lost myself. I said sorry to Jincheng in my heart and started to enjoy everything you brought me. Really, that feeling was the first time in my life I had experienced it. I didn't know being a woman could be so pleasurable. The feeling you gave me that night was far greater than all the times Jincheng had done together. Am I being lewd for saying this? But these are my true feelings. I wouldn't have told anyone before... " Hearing Xiaoying's words, my heart ached. It turned out that the pleasure my father gave Xiaoying that night was so intense that all the times I had sex with her combined couldn't compare to the one time my father gave her. Yes, my father made Xiaoying squirt, while I had never done it. If it weren't for seeing Xiaoying being...

" After all that, I didn't even know Xiaoying could squirt after an orgasm.

Countless nights I've missed that feeling, thinking about the night you forced yourself on me. I masturbate,

and it's easy for me to reach orgasm. After that time with you, I experienced feelings I'd never felt before. Just thinking about

those things makes me incredibly aroused. But every time after masturbating, I berate myself. Why am I so

wanton? I should be terrified and hate that night, why do I find myself involuntarily longing for it?

Even … even those times I did it with Jincheng during the trip, Jincheng's body hadn't recovered. Even if it did,

he couldn't reach your size and stamina. He tried so hard…" But after that time we had, his ability was

far from enough to make me reach orgasm naturally. If someone suddenly eats delicacies, would they

be satisfied with simple meals again? In the end, I had to fantasize about having sex with you while making love with Jincheng, fantasizing that it was your penis

penetrating me, that it was you making love to me, and recalling the feeling of that night, to finally

reach orgasm.”

Hearing Xiaoying's words, I felt truly bitter. I had thought that after my body was treated,

and with enough foreplay during sex with Xiaoying, I could make her orgasm.

At that time, I comforted myself, thinking that if my father could make Xiaoying orgasm, I could too.

But now I realized that those orgasms Xiaoying experienced during sex were actually from fantasizing about

my father. Without fantasizing about my father, my ability was far from enough to make Xiaoying orgasm.

But Xiaoying kept it all hidden, trying her best to encourage and comfort me.

Moreover, in Xiaoying's mind, her father was "delicacies from land and sea," while I was "simple meals from coarse tea"...

I regretted it; I regretted coming here tonight to eavesdrop and watch everything...

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