Enjoy the Orchard 8

I looked at Liu Fang in my arms, her hair disheveled, her pretty face flushed, her eyes slightly closed, nestled tightly against my chest. She was so delicate it broke my heart. I couldn't help but press my lips to her forehead, holding her tightly in my arms, as if trying to meld her into my own body.
Liu Fang stirred in my arms and murmured, "Brother, I want you to see something."
"What is it? Can't I see it tomorrow?"
Liu Fang didn't answer, but after a while, she broke free from my embrace, ran naked into her bedroom, grabbed her phone, and quickly crawled into my bed. She opened WeChat, found a chat history, and handed it to me: "You can look at it slowly, I'm going to sleep." Saying this, she hugged me tightly, snuggled closer, and closed her eyes with a satisfied smile.
I took the phone, tucked Liu Fang in, and then began to read her chat history.
It turned out to be the man on the motorcycle I met that night. As I read through each message, I couldn't help but become very interested in this person.
His surname was Wang, he was an interior designer, and he currently rented an apartment in the suburbs. In his conversation with Liu Fang, he acted like an older brother, gradually resolving her inner conflicts. When talking about me, his analysis of my inner thoughts was surprisingly accurate, revealing wisdom, sincerity, and integrity in his words. Even when Liu Fang teased him during a lively conversation, he handled it perfectly, neither frivolous nor embarrassing. It was his gentle and nuanced mediation that helped us gradually emerge from the shadows of our relationship and rediscover the warmth and sweetness we once shared!
When I woke up the next day, the sun was already shining into the bedroom through the gaps in the curtains. Liu Fang rested her chin on her crossed arms, leaning over the bed and smiling at me. Seeing that I was awake, she immediately leaned in and kissed me deeply, her tongue darting into my mouth until her cheeks ached before reluctantly pulling away. He pulled back my blanket, playfully wrestled with me for a while, and then pulled me up: "Brother, get up and eat!" After washing up, I sat at the dining table, eating while talking to Liu Fang about Lao Wang.
"Brother, shall we invite Lao Wang to dinner?" Liu Fang looked at me expectantly, "If it weren't for him, we don't know how long we would have been in this cold war. Just thinking about the outcome makes me scared." I looked at Liu Fang and pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, you can contact him."
That evening, when Liu Fang invited him, he declined several times until I took the phone and sincerely expressed my desire to get to know him. Only then did he agree to come over for dinner on Saturday night. At
five o'clock on Saturday night, Lao Wang knocked on our door on time. I opened the door, and a composed man with a scholarly air appeared in the doorway. He was of medium to short height, wearing a black jacket, with a picture frame tucked under his arm. We shook hands and exchanged pleasantries before inviting him into the living room. He handed me the framed painting, saying, "It's my first visit, and I brought a small gift. I hope you all have a harmonious and prosperous future!" I took it and saw a large "和" (harmony) character, its strokes vigorous yet graceful—truly a fine piece of calligraphy. Coupled with its exquisite framing, it would certainly be a tasteful and meaningful decorative item to hang in the room. Liu Fang served the dishes, I opened a bottle of Jiugui liquor, and Liu Fang opened a bottle of red wine. The three of us drank and chatted, finding ourselves increasingly congenial. We even opened a bottle of baijiu (Chinese white liquor), and before we knew it, it was almost ten o'clock. The two bottles of baijiu were nearly empty, and Old Wang reluctantly took his leave to go home.
From then on, we often chatted with Lao Wang online, and our relationship grew closer. The longer we spent time together, the more I felt he had a special charm—intelligent, humorous, and sincere—which was very attractive to women. Liu Fang praised him highly, saying she had met a mentor and close friend, a confidant, and consulted him on everything, big or small. She spent far more time chatting with him online than speaking to him. I didn't mind, knowing that although Liu Fang and he spoke somewhat frivolously, they wouldn't do anything inappropriate behind my back. But
relationships always have their ups and downs. In the days that followed, the passion between us cooled down. Although we still had needs, it felt increasingly dull. So one evening at dinner, Liu Fang brought up an idea.
“Brother, I want to talk to you.” “Talk? Talk about what?” “Talk about us, don’t you think we’ve been a bit distant lately?” I thought about it and realized that my needs had indeed decreased. “Hmm, it’s really not like before. Maybe it’s because I’m getting older?” “Pshaw! What do you mean, ‘getting older’? You’re only in your thirties, and you’re already so negative?” Liu Fang sneered, then stared at me with ill intent and asked, “Have you been hooked up with some young girl at work?” I was amused and reached out to ruffle her hair. “Don’t think of me like that, okay? What young girl? None of them are as good as my Liu Fang!” She grabbed my hand and placed it on her cheek, saying seriously, “Brother, why don’t you ask Brother Wang? I think he’s a good match for…” "A living person must have experience in this area." I said sourly, "Do you think he's better than me in that area? Have you already asked him? Didn't you say you wanted him to join you when you climaxed that night?" Liu Fang retorted angrily, "You actually believed that? We were just in the heat of the moment, it didn't count! Besides, you said you two would do it together with me..." I looked at her blushing face and stopped teasing her. "Okay, we'll talk to him tonight."
After dinner, Liu Fang cleaned up the dishes and tidied up the room. I turned on the computer, logged into QQ, and since Lao Wang wasn't online yet, I sent him a message asking him to contact me when he came online. Then I started playing snooker. Lao Wang
didn't come online until after 10 pm. After exchanging a few pleasantries, I got straight to the point, saying that things seemed a bit distant between us lately and I wanted to hear his opinion. He told me that he had sensed problems between us from his conversations with Liu Fang, but there were some things he couldn't say when talking to her. Since I had brought it up today, he would share his thoughts.
Sex is no longer just about the single function of procreation; it has become an unsurpassable spiritual enjoyment in human society. In his view, these changes in us are normal; everyone experiences aesthetic fatigue, and only constant renewal can maintain a strong desire.
"This isn't something that can be explained in a few words. Here's what I'll do: I'll send you a few files. Take a good look at them, and let me know what you think afterward." He then sent a folder via email. By this time, Liu Fang had finished washing up and was sitting beside me in her pajamas. I downloaded the files and opened them; they contained two short articles: one titled "Changing Perceptions, Enjoying Life," and the other "The Role of Sexual Fantasies in Married Life." After Liu Fang and I carefully read these two articles, we felt enlightened, as if struck by a sudden realization, and exclaimed,
"Life can be like this!"

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