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The name mentioned here isn't referring to a browser; it's clearly a woman's name.
Not the surname "Huo" (火). Few women in real life would dare name themselves "Hu" (狐). It's an online name. On the internet, anyone can use any name. The phrase "fox" is often associated with the three characters "fox spirit" (狐精), although truly spirited foxes are rare. This leads to associations with beauty and allure; beauty can topple kingdoms, and allure can make people willingly die, turning into bones. A famous example is Daji, who caused the downfall of the Shang Dynasty.
Another related figure is the White Fox. She waited a thousand years for a scholar, but all her vows vanished, leaving only sighs and no desire. She, however, could definitely evoke a seductive, unrestrained, and impulsive desire.
But she's not a beauty. Approaching 40, she has a slightly protruding belly. And even more prominent are her breasts and hips. Meng Lang knows she's not beautiful. He could even sense it before the video call. Because they had discussed beautiful and ugly women in their chat, Meng Lang said, "Humans are born of human mothers, demons are born of demon mothers, and beauty and ugliness are given by parents; we have no choice. You can comment on a person's character, habits, and personality, but you can't comment on a person's appearance." Perhaps it was because of this sentence that she decided to meet Meng Lang in person, taking their online relationship offline.
It was a summer morning, and the location was a local hill. Although it was their first meeting, there was no awkwardness between them; it was as if they had known each other for a long time. They went up the hill one after the other, keeping a distance that was neither too far nor too close, much like underground operatives meeting in a movie. A wild mountain was definitely a good place for a rendezvous.
"You should wear a miniskirt," Meng Lang suggested with a smile as he looked at her bending over to pick the plant seeds stuck to her pants. "You're so naughty!" she retorted, straightening up and giving him a flirtatious look. "What's wrong? Oh dear, you're thinking dirty thoughts! But, this pose is actually quite nice if you're wearing a miniskirt." Meng Lang realized this and grinned mischievously. "Keep picking, keep going." "You're still talking, still talking, you bad guy." She raised her fist to punch Meng Lang, but he easily grabbed it. The punch wasn't very strong to begin with, just a gesture.
This grab connected the two of them. She seemed shy and said, "Let go, you bad guy." But her hand only twitched symbolically. No matter how old a woman is, she's like a young girl in front of a man other than her husband.
"I've never been a good person," Meng Lang laughed. "But until now, I've been playing the good guy. It's unfair! I have to live up to my name." "You, what are you going to do, um—" Before she could finish, Meng Lang pulled her into his arms and silenced her with a kiss.
The city gates were tightly shut. Meng Lang intensified his assault while his hand reached towards the mountain peaks, gently kneading them, sometimes flattening them into dumplings, sometimes into mooncakes. He gasped for breath, saying, "No—don't—um—." His words created an opening in the siege, and Meng Lang burst in like a flood, engaging in street fighting. Suddenly, he was exhausted, his body went limp, and he lay down on a flat stone. Suddenly, his body stiffened again, and he opened his eyes, saying, "No, please." It turned out that without realizing it, Meng Lang had been exploring the Peach Blossom Spring with one hand. "It's alright, let go, don't think about anything," Meng Lang whispered. He closed his eyes again, groaning.
After a long while, the mountain returned to silence. He let out a long sigh and said, "You're so bad." Meng Lang then grinned mischievously, "A riot of flowers dazzles the eye, shallow grass barely covers a horse's hooves." He then brought his finger to his nose, examining it closely; a black thread between his fingers gleamed. "You're so wicked." She shyly reached out to take it.
Lovers seem to have endless things to say, but during intimacy, their language seems unusually limited, repeating the same few phrases or words over and over. Although the language is limited, what is heard and spoken is never boring; it seems to conjure up endless expressions, making it very enjoyable.
To be continued...

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