Wife's Desire Collection (Other Adult Novels)

【Content Introduction】

The story is about a doctor from Suzhou who went to support the Wenchuan earthquake and found out that his wife was cheating on him when he came back.

In the process of finding out his wife's affair, he found that things were complicated. In the process of searching for the truth, the protagonist discovered a voyeur who recorded photos and videos of his wife falling into an erotic trap.

Tong, who had an affair with his wife, turned out to be his neighbor, and he had an accomplice, this woman was Na

Wife's Desire [Returning from Wenchuan, it feels like returning from hell to the world]

Chapter 01

At the hospital's welcome party, I held flowers and stood on the stage with my colleagues to accept praise and awards from our leaders, but I was a little absent-minded. I haven't seen my wife and daughter for twenty-nine days, and I want to go home immediately.

As a surgeon, I am accustomed to witnessing blood, wounds and death, but the miserable scene, helpless faces and desperate eyes still overwhelmed me. At that time, I suddenly felt the fragility and helplessness of life. I can’t bear it. So many vibrant lives disappear before my eyes because of time and environment. I tried very hard, but in the end I failed to save more people. I felt like there was a huge stone blocking my heart.

In order to allow us to have a good rest, the hospital gave us three days off. It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when I returned to the community. I parked my car in the garage, walked out, looked out the window of my home, and a feeling of warmth surged in my heart. That is my paradise. The gentle and virtuous Yan is waiting for me to return there, and there is my baby, the two-year-old little Jia Jia, who must be running around on the living room floor now.

Just as I withdrew my gaze, I seemed to see a figure flash on the balcony. I looked carefully in confusion, but there was nothing. There were only a few washed clothes floating on the empty balcony. It must be my eyes playing tricks on me, I shook my head. I was under too much mental pressure and needed to adjust myself.

It was Jia Jia who greeted me at the door. Her little face was blooming with joy like a flower. She shouted "Dad" and opened her arms for me to hug her. I touched her delicate face, lifted her up and threw her into the air. Jia Jia screamed excitedly. This was her favorite game. But Yan Ke didn't have the strength to lift her like that.

Yan was sitting at the coffee table peeling chestnuts, with her hair tied up on top of her head, the ends of her hair spread out like a flower, and she called Jiajia: "Don't bother Daddy, he just came back and he's very tired!"

I carried my daughter to the sofa, kissed her on the cheek, and said, "It's okay, I'm not that tired. You're tired because I wasn't home these days."

Yan smiled gently: "Go take a shower and sleep for a while, I will make you a stewed duck tonight."

Jiajia clapped her hands in my arms: "Yes, yes! Daddy, Mommy, I want to smell the fragrance too!"

She pouted her little lips, kissed Yan on the cheek, and then kissed me on the face.

I soaked myself in the bathtub, my whole body felt limp without any strength. Fatigue emanated from my bones and muscles, overflowing my entire body. My thoughts were a little confused, and some disorganized scenes kept switching in my mind.

My wife is from Suzhou, which is far away from the city where I live now. I met my wife in a hospital in Hangzhou. She was accompanying her father to see a doctor, and I had not yet been transferred back to my hometown. It took a lot of effort for Yan and I to get married. Yan was the only daughter in the family, and her parents did not agree with her marrying far away. Another reason was that I was seven years older than Yan. That year she was 23 and I was 30. Friends and relatives all stood on her parents' side and advised her to give up this unwise love.

Yan was very determined. She said, "I will live a good life and I will be very happy!"

I was standing next to her when she said this. At that moment I was so moved that I couldn't express it in words. I even had the urge to burst into tears. I held her hand tightly and swore in my heart: I must make her my princess forever, and I must make her happy.

Although I was transferred back to my hometown, I actually don't have many relatives left. My parents and brother are all abroad, and there are only a few distant relatives living in the countryside, and we hardly have any contact with each other. Almost everyone in our family is engaged in business, which has a lot to do with the location of the small town. Going abroad to seek gold has always been a tradition in this coastal area.

Four years passed quickly, and I had become the best attending physician in the hospital. Our family settled in the best community in the city. Almost all the people living in this community were people with the most status and background in the city. Yan is very satisfied with the environment here. She likes cleanliness and orderliness. Her most comfortable thing is to sit on the balcony and read some romance novels that only little girls read.

The bathroom door was pushed open and Yan walked in, stepping lightly and carefully. I didn't open my eyes, but a feeling of happiness was rippling in my chest: she came to bring me a bath towel, but I always forget to bring one. Yan walked to the bathtub, hesitated for a moment, and then reached out and pushed my shoulder: "You are sleeping in the bathtub again! Get up and go to bed."

I opened my eyes and gave her a lewd smile: "I don't want to sleep when I get to bed, and you can't cook."

He reached out and touched under her skirt. Yan clapped my hands angrily: "Stop it! Jiajia is outside!"

I put my hand between her legs and grabbed her smooth thighs. Yan screamed and jumped away: "You wet my skirt!"

The moment she dodged, my fingertips seemed to touch some hair, which seemed a little slippery. Watching her escape like a child, I stretched lazily in the water with satisfaction: she must have been wearing that thong, the one I bought her as a wedding anniversary gift this year. She must have missed it very much, just like I wanted her.

Have dinner and come back from a walk. Yan sat beside Jiajia's crib and told her fairy tales, and I sat in front of the computer organizing my memories of Sichuan. I wanted to record all those people and things. The room was filled with peace and comfort, and even had a fairy-tale-like feeling of happiness.

The little guy fell asleep quickly. The pink and tender little face was tilted next to the little pillow, and the little mouth was squeezed into a pout. Yan kissed her daughter on the forehead lovingly, tucked in the small blanket covering her, turned around, looked into my eyes, and smiled silently. I stretched out my arms to her: Now, it's time for me to coax this big child.

The bedside lamp was dimmed, and the orange-red light shone on her jade-like body, outlining her perfect curves on the bed. Yan narrowed her eyes, stretched out her limbs, and let my mouth and tongue wander over her body, with some meaningless characters coming out of her throat from time to time. She always uses this expression to show that she enjoys sex. When this expression appears on her face, it means that she is ready. All I have to do is respond by kissing her more intensely, and then attack, and attack again...

There seemed to be something wrong with the Simmons mattress. It made a "creaking" sound when we were exercising. This was not the case before I left. As I thought about it, I thrust hard, making my penis move in and out of Yan's lower body quickly. Yan continued to let out long moans as usual, but these moans were cut off by my wild impact and broken into pieces of whispers.

My hands held Yan's hips to hold her body in place, allowing our lower bodies to collide with each other with a loud "pa pa" sound, and making Yan's plump and erect breasts rise and fall like waves, like a pool of rippling spring water. The pleasure accumulated little by little, and finally erupted like a volcano. Yan kicked her legs hard under me, and her hands helplessly grasped my body and legs, like a drowning person looking for a life-saving straw.

Everything returned to calm, and I put my face between Yan's breasts, feeling her softness. Yan hugged my head like she was holding a baby, hugged it tightly, and said, "Hubby, I love you, hubby, I will always love you!"

"I know."

It was still dark when I woke up. Yan was nestled in my arms, her round buttocks pressed against my belly, her body curled up like a cat. I hugged her lovingly in my arms and kissed her on the hairline behind her ear. In my heart, Yan is my daughter. I like the feeling of her snuggling in my arms, I like her hugging my neck and acting coquettishly, and I like the naughty look she occasionally reveals. And now, this daughter who seems to have not grown up yet has actually raised a baby who is equally cute and lovable!

Yan was sleeping soundly, breathing evenly. I gathered her messy long hair and spread it beside the pillow. Her slender and graceful neck was mesmerizingly beautiful in the orange-red light. I carefully stroked and played with it with my palm, afraid of accidentally disturbing her sweet sleep.

There is a deep red mark at the junction of the shoulder blade and the neck, which is almost invisible if you don't look carefully.

I took a closer look out of curiosity. It was a kiss mark and I could vaguely make out the shape of the lips. Yan's skin is white, delicate and tender. If you kiss her a little harder, it will leave very clear marks that will not disappear for a long time.

I remember when we were in love, Yan would wear a scarf for a few days every time we went on a date to cover up the kiss marks I left on her neck. Later, our relationship was discovered by his family because of those traces.

Last night's intimacy was more intense than usual. Yan must have been exhausted, as her physique was originally very weak. Thinking of my wildness like a wolf before, she couldn't help but smile: We are already an old married couple, but we are still in such high spirits! I can't remember how I kissed her last night, but it was so hard! I searched her body and found two more marks on her thighs and chest. She will definitely complain if I get up early. There are not many women wearing scarves on the streets nowadays.

My daughter turned over in her crib, mumbling a few unclear sentences in her sleep, and stretched out her lotus-like legs, lifting them over the guardrail of the crib. Looking at her small and cute face, a smile appeared on my face involuntarily. The little girl doesn't look like a girl at all. She is naughty and active. It is a very tiring job to watch her.

The next two days were spent compensating my two babies. I accompanied my wife shopping, buying clothes and doing beauty treatments, and our family went to the amusement park, zoo, cinema, and snack street. My daughter’s favorite thing is eating snacks, which is the same as Yan’s. Yan didn't dare to eat because she wanted to maintain her figure, so she looked at Jiajia eating with envy. She had to transfer her desire to eat to buying clothes.

Yan is a woman who loves beauty very much. In order to wear a beautiful dress, she can even stick to a diet for several months! She always said, "If I don't dress myself up nicely, you will look at other women, and if you look at them too much, you may cheat. So I buy clothes for the stability of our family, so you can't object to my buying clothes."

I don't agree with her lofty remarks, but I enjoy watching her suffer. After getting married, she stopped working and stayed at home all day doing nothing. Having something to do really made her feel more fulfilled. I am a man of few words and I like quietness. Usually, I stay at the hospital or at home and have almost no other social engagements. My greatest pleasure every day is to wait for my wife to make requests to me and then indulge her like a child. I love this woman, her happiness is my greatest happiness. In my life, the most important things are these two women, one big and one small!

Yan does have the capital to demand beauty. She is 1.69 meters tall, with long legs like rafters, a thin waist and a perky butt. She is a natural clothes hanger, with a delicate and fair face and breasts that have become fuller after giving birth to Jia Jia. People will feel amazed at first sight.

She is very picky about clothes. Not only does she require the brand, but the design must also be close-fitting. Not only must it look elegant and decent when worn, but it must also highlight her graceful figure. I often joke with her that she loves clothes more than her husband. She would pout and pretend to be angry, put her hands behind her back, stare at me with her big black and white eyes, and say, "You are a miser, you love money more than your wife!"

No matter how you look at her, she doesn't look like a mother. She looks more like a student who just graduated from school! She never puts her hair up in a ponytail like she did when we were dating. Or you can just let your shiny black hair hang casually, and pin a delicate hairpin on your neck, revealing just half of your small earlobe, which makes you look so fresh, refined, dignified and elegant!

It was already past four o'clock in the afternoon when we got back. Yan took Jiajia upstairs first, while I went to the garage to park the car. When I parked the car and walked back to the elevator entrance downstairs, I found that Yan had not entered the elevator yet. She was holding Jiajia and talking to a man.

The man was also a neighbor who lived in the same building. We were not very familiar with each other. I vaguely remember that he was a real estate boss and his surname seemed to be Tong. He was a tall man with a shaved head. He was in his forties, but he still wore colorful clothes.

When he saw me coming, he turned around and nodded to me, saying, "Dr. Liang is back?"

I just nodded in response but didn't answer him. I went over and took Jiajia from Yan's arms. At this time, the elevator came down and everyone got in together.

Jia Jia in my arms was still very excited, fiddling with the small mirror shaped like the cartoon Pleasant Goat that I bought for her. I held her and stood at the elevator door. My family lived on the ninth floor, and the Tong family seemed to live on the fourteenth floor. Yan was behind me, and he stood next to me, leaning over to talk to Jia Jia.

When the elevator stopped on the ninth floor, I bent down, put Jia Jia down, and prepared to take out the key to open the door. Just as she bent down, the small mirror in her hand shook, and I saw from the mirror that Tong's hand quickly withdrew from Yan's buttocks. Since it only flashed for a moment, I couldn't see it clearly and couldn't be sure whether what I just saw was real. I turned my head and looked at Yan suspiciously, and found that her face was a little red and there was unconcealable panic in her eyes.

Before I could recover from the shock, Yan rushed to pull Jiajia's hand and walked out of the elevator, imitating Jiajia's voice and talking to her daughter: "Wow! We are home! Tell Dad to open the door quickly, Mom wants to take a bath with Jiajia." Nordfx Library: nordfxsc om

I walked out of the elevator and looked back again. The elevator door was closing, and Tong's face could be seen through the crack. He looked calm and composed, without any sign of abnormality.

I felt a little uneasy the whole evening, replaying the moment in the elevator in my mind. Maybe I really saw it wrong, and Tong's hand might have just happened to pass behind my wife. I believe in Yan and believe that she will not do anything to let me down. But if it was the man named Tong who really harassed Yan, given her personality, she would most likely choose to keep quiet. I know her too well, she would never lie! I could tell from the look on her face just now that something must have happened.

I really wanted to ask Yan, but I didn’t know how. Some things are taboo between husband and wife, and I didn’t want to embarrass her. Or maybe she was concerned about the relationship between neighbors and didn't want to make a big deal out of it, so she chose to cover it up.

But I still feel very uncomfortable. I am a perfectionist man and cannot tolerate even the slightest flaw around me. Yan is my wife, she belongs to me completely, and we love each other so much! I cannot tolerate anyone coveting my wife even in his heart.

Yan had fallen asleep. Running all day was a huge test for her. I looked at her sweet smile lovingly, and my gaze turned from her face to the huge wedding photo on the wall. In the photo, she was smiling brightly, dressed in a white veil, nestling in my arms like an angel, and happiness was written all over her beautiful and perfect face.

"We are a match made in heaven, we will grow old together!"

She said this to me on our wedding night. Yes, I've always thought so.

I didn’t plan anything on the last day of the holiday and just stayed at home quietly. Jia Jia ran around in the spacious living room, as lively as an elf in a mythical fairy. Yan was ironing the shirt I was going to wear the next day in the bedroom. She was very serious and focused when doing things, with the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, exuding peace and comfort. A strand of hair fell from her ear and stuck to her face. The afternoon sun shone in from the window, casting a halo on her slender body, like a goddess in an oil painting!

In the afternoon, I sorted out my memories of Wenchuan. A series of tragic and desolate scenes emerged in my mind, making me extremely depressed. As a doctor, death is a common thing, but I still cannot free myself from that world of suffering! Yan went to the supermarket and went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables. Jia Jia was playing with her Barbie doll and spread a bunch of toys all over the floor.

The little guy was tired from playing and maybe a little bored, so he ran to me and made trouble. I put aside the work at hand and carried her to the balcony. From the balcony on the ninth floor, I could see the clean and tidy community, the green lawn, the scattered rockery, the crystal clear and magnificent fountain...

I pointed out each facility to my daughter and asked her what they were called. The little guy was perfunctory in his response to me, and suddenly he shouted loudly: "Mom! Mom is back..."

Following the direction of her little finger, I saw Yan walking in from the gate of the community, but my heart sank immediately: behind her was the man named Tong again. My heart suddenly began to tighten, and the scene in the elevator that day came to my mind again. Would he take the opportunity to harass my wife again?

Fortunately, Yan got home very quickly and didn’t waste much time. As soon as I entered the house, I put down my things and went to the bathroom, turning on the shower.

Yan went to the kitchen after taking a shower. I went to the bathroom for some unknown reason and I didn't know what I was going to do! The bathroom was damp and the mist had not yet dissipated. Her washed clothes were scattered in the basin under the sink, with her pink panties prominently placed on top.

I picked it up and felt something wet on my fingertips. When I unfolded it, I could clearly see a wet spot on the crotch of the panties, and the unique smell of Yan's lower body also came to my face. I am very familiar with this smell, it is the smell she emits when she is aroused, but she was just going shopping just now!

I suddenly had a bad feeling and my heart sank.

Chapter 02

"Maybe it's just a coincidence. Yan is not that kind of person! 'I comforted myself in my heart, but I also felt that such an excuse was so pale and powerless.

Sitting at the desk, my mood was as confused as a mess and I felt like something was stuck in my throat. Jia Jia ran in, opened her arms for me to hug her, and blinked her big, bright eyes, asking for my love. Her eyes are very similar to Yan’s, as if they can speak, beautiful and clear, revealing some pride and mischief.

The most tender part of his heart was touched by his daughter's expression. He picked her up, put her on his lap, straightened the crooked big red flower on her head, and kissed her tender face. Jia Jia was holding the musical caterpillar she had just bought yesterday and waving it in front of me proudly: "Jia Jia's..."

My heart suddenly moved, I held her shoulders and asked seriously: "Jia Jia, tell Dad, has any uncle come to our house?"

The little guy obviously didn't understand my intention. He just fiddled with the toys in his hands and didn't respond to what I said. I continued to ask, "Has a tall, bald uncle ever come here?"

Jiajia looked at me blankly and repeated the words in my words: "Gao... um, uncle..."

I stared at her little face eagerly, hoping to find the answer, but my daughter's attention returned to the toy in her hands and there was no further response.

I was a little disappointed, and felt a little guilty deep in my heart: I was doubting my wife! Yan is not a casual woman. She will blush when she hears a dirty word. Even when having sex with her closest husband, she is a staunch conservative. She always lies obediently under me and lets me take charge of the whole process. She always resists when I ask her to come up and change positions, not to mention oral sex or anything else...

How could that bald guy be related to Yan! She looks so obscene, and Yan is not a vain and snobbish woman. She has never valued money and has no concept of money in her mind. For a woman who likes Eileen Chang and Yi Shu, elegance is always her goal. To associate cheating with her is simply an insult to her!

Don't think about it, it's all just a coincidence, I'm just worrying about nothing. I stood up from the chair holding Jia Jia and prepared to go to the living room to eat. Today we had my favorite fried shrimp with cashews. At this time, Jia Jia in his arms murmured, "Uncle... Xiang Mama, Mama... hug uncle... Mama hug Jia Jia..."

I sat stiff beside the desk as if I had been electrocuted. I felt dizzy and all the blood in my body rushed to my head. I could hardly believe what my daughter said. It’s actually true! The impossible had suddenly become a reality. My wife, whom I loved so much and whom I regarded as a goddess, might have cheated on me...

My mind went blank and it seemed as if my body had disappeared.

I don't know how long I stood there, but Yan's voice came from the living room: "What are you two doing? Come over for dinner! Jiajia, Jiajia..."

Her voice was still soft and gentle, as kind as usual, without even the slightest hint of abnormality. But my heart hurts as if it's being stabbed by a knife: she is still hiding herself, and she is hiding it so well!

Yan was still screaming, and I walked out woodenly. Yan came over and took Jiajia away. The moment my daughter left my body, I suddenly felt frightened, and my hands began to tremble involuntarily. I didn't know what I was afraid of, but the huge fear even defeated my anger. A word was stuck in my throat and I couldn't utter it. Some words were intertwined and tumbling in my mind: affair... betrayal... adulterer... divorce... but I could not organize them into a complete sentence. My lips were trembling.

I watched Yan hold Jiajia in her arms and use a spoon to scoop shrimps to feed her. Jiajia, like me, has a special liking for shrimps. Yan fed her a few mouthfuls, and then she noticed that I was still standing there, and glanced at me strangely: "What's wrong with you? You look so ugly, are you feeling unwell?"

She is still so considerate and thoughtful! But I can't tell whether there is any water in these words, and I can't be sure how much sincerity there is in her words! In an instant, my eyes suddenly became blurry and tears almost burst out. I immediately rubbed my face with both hands to cover up, took the opportunity to wipe away the tears that overflowed from the corners of my eyes, and said in a suppressed voice: "No, let's eat."

I couldn't enjoy the whole meal. The delicious food felt like chewing wax in my mouth. The words kept circling on my lips and I almost blurted them out several times: Why did you betray me? Why did you steal? In the end, the question was never asked.

I suddenly found myself so cowardly at this moment. Yan's character is extremely stubborn and she has a kind of pride in her bones. She is not good at lying and doesn't like lying. If all this is true, I'm afraid she will admit it frankly.

With her personality, she would not beg for forgiveness even if she was wrong. She is the kind of person who will stick to her own path and will not look back even if she is wrong.

Yan obviously noticed the change in my mood.

After dinner, when Jiajia fell asleep, she took a shower and changed into a sexy nightgown. She turned around in front of the bed and asked me, "Is it pretty? This dress is so disgusting, it exposes my chest completely! Look..."

This was her most blatant display of love for me, and for her, it was the limit of her self-esteem.

The gauze pajamas were hollow in the middle, and she was not wearing a bra underneath. Her firm and plump breasts were faintly visible inside, pushing the clothes high up on her chest. But I was not excited at all. On the contrary, a feeling of anxiety kept hitting my chest again and again: "When I'm not at home, maybe she is also dressed like this, standing in front of another man to be admired. No, it’s not just that, there may be something even more unbearable…’ I hit my head hard to stop myself from imagining those dirty pictures, but my heart felt like it was being pricked by needles.

Yan leaned over uneasily and touched my forehead: "What's wrong with you?"

I pushed her hand away irritably: "Nothing, I'm just a little tired."

His eyes fell on her legs exposed after her pajamas were lifted up, and his heart suddenly shuddered. There was an obvious bruise at the base of her smooth and pink thighs. That's right. For a doctor, this is common knowledge. Those are marks caused by strong kissing or pinching, and they will be more obvious tomorrow morning.

Yan quickly put her legs back under her underwear and said to me in a light tone: "I am no longer attractive to you. You have been away for so long, and I wanted to reward you, but now you are finding excuses to avoid me! Don't blame me for being unreasonable. Tomorrow when you want to, I won't want to."

Maybe it’s because of her family education that Yan has a conservative understanding of sex. She always likes to regard sex as a reward for me and never admits that she wants to have sex with me, even though sometimes I can clearly feel her needs. She subconsciously viewed this matter as unclean and shameful, as if admitting it would mean admitting that she was lewd.

It was late at night and there was no sound in the bedroom. Yan was already fast asleep, curled up with her back to me like a cat, her plump buttocks showing very smooth and graceful lines. I lay there with my eyes wide open, not feeling sleepy at all. After I came back, all signs told me clearly: something had happened to Yan, she might have another man! I even guessed who that man was. When I recalled the obscene look on his face, I felt a chill in my heart. What a disgusting old man!

I don't know how much time had passed, but my neck was already aching and I still wasn't sleepy, so I simply got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to wash my face. The cold water made my mind a little clearer, but I was still dazed and confused.

I don’t understand why Yan wanted to find a man like that, and I don’t know how they got together. When I thought of the word "hook up", my heart ached again, as if the blood in my body suddenly froze at that moment.

I was sitting alone on the sofa in the living room in the dark, with a laptop on the coffee table that was charging. The indicator light on the charger was flashing. This was the birthday gift I bought for Yan last year, the most advanced Sony VGN-G218 on the market at that time. In fact, Yan seldom goes online, and when she does, it is only to search for information about clothing and jewelry. She spends more time on skin care and makeup.

Putting your hand on the body, the smooth touch feels like Yan's skin, cool and delicate. An idea suddenly came to my mind: there might be some clues about Yan here, maybe her diary, or her chat records with someone. As soon as this thought came to my mind, my hands shook involuntarily. I barely had the courage to open it. I wasn't calm enough to face all of this.

The computer was finally turned on. QQ was set to log in automatically. After logging in, the friends list showed that no one was online. Not many people had joined, and I knew almost all of them. The end date of the chat history was 10:27 p.m. on June 21st, which was the day before I came back. The content was very ordinary, with some trivial household matters and discussions on the prices of cosmetics. The random chat records showed the boredom of the women and there was no sign of any suspicion.

I closed QQ and checked almost all the documents but couldn't find any clues. I opened the QQ login program again without giving up. I pointed the mouse at the login bar, which displayed two numbers. I clicked the number below and logged in.

Her signature is "Qing'er", and she only adds a person whose signature is "Kaleidoscope". Opening the chat history, there are only two conversations: Mirror: "I'm going down now."

Qing'er: "No, my daughter isn't asleep yet, let's do it another day!"

Date: 2:14 2008/6/22

These two simple sentences clearly reminded me that this was a declaration of an affair. My scalp was tingling. It was an hour before I returned home. It was obvious that the man had come down again! The figure I saw downstairs was not my illusion, it was the man called "Kaleidoscope".

What did they do during this hour? I can hardly imagine how Yan could do that in front of my daughter while she is still alive! Recalling the scene with Yan in the bathroom when I was taking a shower, I touched her and now thinking back on the feeling between her legs, it was clear that she was not wearing any underwear!

My whole body was shaking uncontrollably: What happened to Yan? Where is my noble, elegant and loyal wife? Why did everything suddenly change in just one month?

I had an urge to go to the bedroom, pull Yan up and ask her: What did she do in the past month? Who is that man? Why did she betray me? Why should we betray the love that we have worked so hard to build? But my whole body was stiff and I could do nothing but tremble. Along with the anger came great fear. There was nothing but despair in my cold heart. Yan had never deceived me before. I didn't expect that her first deception would be so cruel, enough to completely defeat me.

I once swore to love Yan for the rest of my life, I once swore not to let Yan get hurt in any way, we once promised to stay together for life, we once promised to defend our love. Where did all those promises go?

I suddenly wanted to go out. I felt like I would suffocate if I stayed here any longer.

I drove aimlessly on the street. It was now 3:27 and there was no one on the street. The shadows of the lamp posts were run over by the wheels one by one and left far behind. I opened the car window to let the cool breeze in, but my body still felt hot and anxious. I'm going crazy! I wanted to drive my car into a wall.

That night I did something crazy. I drove to Hangzhou late at night to see a friend I hadn't seen for many years. I called him out and talked to him for only ten minutes before I left, leaving him speechless. It was a round trip of 320 kilometers, and it was not yet six o'clock when I got home.

My daughter was still sleeping, but Yan was not in bed. She probably went to buy breakfast. I didn't pay attention to the breakfast shop at the door. Usually I went to buy breakfast. But today when I came back, I was completely absent-minded and forgot about these things.

I changed my clothes and went straight to work. Maybe I wanted to escape. I didn’t know what attitude I should use to face Yan. I need to calm down and use this day to sort out my thoughts and figure out what happened.

There were not many people in the elevator; it was not yet rush hour for work. I leaned on the handrail in the elevator and watched the numbers on the display jump blankly. At this time, the phone rang. The number showed that it was the friend in Hangzhou. He answered the call in a somewhat anxious voice: "Liang, what's the matter with you? Tell me the truth, otherwise I will not be able to help but run over! We have been friends for many years. I know your character. If something big had not happened, you would never be so distraught! Tell me, since you came to see me, it means that you trust me as a friend. Tell me, maybe I can help you with something."

I was speechless. I didn't know how to tell him, or maybe I couldn't say it. But there was a warm feeling in my heart, and I suppressed my tone and said, "It's okay, don't worry, I...I will take care of it..."

His eyes fell on the surveillance camera above the elevator, and his mind suddenly recalled the scene he saw in his daughter's mirror in the elevator that day. His heart ached and his emotions suddenly went out of control. He choked up and finally burst into tears.

The elevator stopped on the first floor. My eyes were blurry and I didn't notice my friend on the other end of the phone comforting me softly. I felt weak all over and tried hard to restrain myself from letting even louder sobs escape my throat.

After wiping my eyes, I found that there was a woman in white in front of me. She looked familiar, but I couldn't remember who she was. She was a little frightened by me and kept a certain distance from me uncomfortably, but she couldn't help glancing over at me from time to time. It was only then that I noticed that the elevator was already rising. I felt ashamed of my loss of composure. I nodded to her apologetically and turned around. I don't want people to see me as weak.

The elevator stopped on the thirteenth floor and the woman almost ran out. At the same time, someone stopped the elevator door that was about to close. They were two workers who were moving some miscellaneous things into the elevator. The elevator was suddenly filled with a strong smell of paint, which made me feel nauseous. I am most afraid of this smell. I hung up the phone and hid away to press the elevator button opposite.

The elevator took a long time to come up and kept stopping at the twelfth floor. I walked towards the fire exit and prepared to go down to the twelfth floor.

Just as I pushed open the staircase door, a voice came into my ears: "I'm not kidding you, seriously, don't be so frivolous, if you continue like this, I'll be angry!"

I was instantly pinned to the stairs, and my heart began to lift as well. Yes, that was Yan's voice. From the speed of her speech, one could tell that she was anxious and flustered, as if she was asking someone for help.

A man's voice said, "Look how scared you are. Don't feel guilty. Men are very careless and won't find out easily! It's all psychological. Trust me, nothing will happen."

I could almost immediately tell that this man was Tong. It’s Yan and Tong talking! At this moment, my feelings cannot be expressed in words. All the speculations here become naked facts: my wife has cheated on me! My Yan is asking that adulterer for help!

I covered my mouth with my hands, took a few steps forward, and on the stairs around the corner leading to the fourteenth floor, the lower bodies of the two people were exposed.

Yan was leaning on the stair railing in her pajamas and a pair of slippers. It was obvious that she was in a hurry. Normally, she would never go out wearing only slippers and pajamas. Two steps below where she was standing, there was a man standing. He was wearing baggy seven-quarter shorts, and his thick calves were covered with dense, thick sweat hair. He was leaning very close to Yan, almost sticking to her, with one hand holding the railing and the other on Yan's hip.

Yan was trying hard to push his hand away, saying, "Stop it, I'm here to talk to you about something serious. I found out early in the morning that he had gone out and he hasn't come back yet. He looked at my computer and I wonder if he found anything! Also, he didn't look right yesterday."

Tong asked, "What's left on your computer?"

"I deleted all the previous ones, only the two sentences from that day are left."

"What day?"

"You... don't move! That's the message you sent me when you came down that day."

"That doesn't matter. Even if he saw it, he can't be sure of anything. At most, he's just suspicious!"

"No! I can't let him have any doubts. I'm already very sorry for him..."

Yan's voice was filled with tears: "During this period of time, don't look for me anymore."

Tong's hand passed through Yan's arm and landed on her hips, stroking them slowly: "You know how much I love you! I will miss you so much that I can't stand it. We are so compatible together, don't you miss it?"

The hand moved down along the buttocks little by little, and groped down along the plump and slender thighs.

Yan's hands had given up resistance. She twisted her legs unnaturally, but let the hand caress her legs: "Really not, listen to me, if we are discovered, my family will be ruined, ah..."

Tong's hand had already lifted the hem of her pajamas, and his big palm extended upward along the inside of her snow-white thigh.

Yan's scream did not come out and turned into a muffled groan coming from her nose, obviously because Tong kissed her on the mouth. The hand stretched all the way up to the middle of her legs, and the hem of her pajamas was rolled up, almost exposing half of Yan's thigh. From my position, I could clearly see Yan's entire buttocks. She twisted her waist, as if trying to get rid of Tong's hand, but the amplitude of the twist was very small, and Tong's palm covered her crotch between her legs, rubbing her pink panties.

Yan uttered "Hmm... Hmm..."

She uttered a heavy nasal tone and grasped Tong's wrist with her fair and tender hand. Her white skin formed a sharp contrast with Tong's dark and rough skin. She did not intend to use any force with her hand and had no intention of pushing Tong away.

The light kissing sounds echoed in the corridor, like needles piercing my heart.

Chapter 03

"don't want……"

Yan finally broke free from Tong's mouth and uttered a low and anxious plea for mercy.

Tong's body moved closer to her: "I missed you all night last night. When I thought that you might be fucked by your husband in bed at that time, I was so jealous that I couldn't sleep. I can't live without you! Yan, I really love you..."

Tong's voice was calm and unhurried, damn it! This bastard must have said these things to a lot of women.

Yan seemed to enjoy it a little bit, and her struggle became less intense, but she still insisted: "No, how can we do it here...it will be bad if someone sees us...oh no..."

Tong's hand movements became faster. The hem of her skirt trembled with the movement of his arms. Yan's legs suddenly clamped together and her hips dodged: "You... are so bad... um... be gentle..."

Tong's hand continued: "Don't worry, this is a safe passage, no one will come here. You are so wet, take off your underwear!"

Yan screamed in surprise. It was obvious that Tong's hand had reached into her panties. You could clearly see her legs tremble and she suddenly squatted down. Because Tong's hand was still between her legs, her pajamas were completely lifted up, exposing her entire buttocks. The narrow panties were pulled by Tong's fingers, and the back part was squeezed into the buttock groove, making her snow-white buttocks unusually plump.

Now I can see Yan's neck. Her long hair is casually tied up behind her head. On her slender and smooth neck is the platinum necklace we bought for our wedding. The skin on her neck is delicate and white. If it weren't for the reflection of the light on the necklace, it would be almost impossible to tell the difference between the two.

Yan was still begging: "You...please let go, I want to go back, Jiajia is alone at home, she is about to wake up..."

Tong pulled his hand out from Yan's crotch and stopped at her chin, twisting his fingers: "Look, so much water! My hands are all wet..."

Yan raised her hand to push his palm away, her voice filled with anger: "Don't be so vulgar, if you say that again I will be really angry!"

Tong did not back down because of Yan's attitude. Instead, he grabbed her arm that was trying to resist him, and held Yan's fingers, leaving a shiny water stain on her white arm: "Don't be angry! Women are made of water. I really love you, who are so sweet and juicy."

"Don't think of me as a bad woman..."

Yan raised her hand and pinched off a curly hair that was stuck to her arm: "Besides my husband, I have never had any other man!"

"So I'm not a man?"

"You are not!"

Yan's voice was filled with anger: "You are a hooligan... Let go! I have to go home."

Tong chuckled and took Yan's hand and placed it on his crotch, which was already visibly bulging. Tong pressed her hand on it and rubbed it: "Let me touch it, it's too hard to bear!"

“Get lost!”

Yan scolded but was not too angry. She grabbed the railing and tried to stand up, but immediately squatted down again, as if Tong was holding her head down from above. Yan pushed Tong's thigh with her other hand: "Why are you clinging like a child! I really want to go back..."

Tong quickly unzipped his pants, pulled out his shiny black penis, and stuffed the huge glans into Yan's palm: "Hurry up, I can't bear it, it will be over in a few strokes..."

Yan sighed softly and said, "I really can't do anything about you! You are so annoying."

Her hand reluctantly grasped the thick penis and stroked it very gently. The purple-red glans appeared and disappeared between her tender white fingers. The secreted mucus stained the area around the base of her palm, which was flashing with light. A hand reached down from above and groped inside Yan's pajamas through the collar.

I completely collapsed. My body was cold from the inside out, but my mind was filled with uncontrollable anger.

Is this woman my wife? Is it my wife who feels shy even to be hugged in public? The woman whom I love so deeply is now squatting humbly between the legs of another man to satisfy his sexual desire!

I had completely lost my mind. I clenched my fists and took a step forward. I was going to catch this shameless man. Even if it meant I would go to hell forever, I was going to kill this bastard!

There are nine steps in front of me. If I rush up and turn the corner to the platform, I will face the cruelest scene I have ever seen in my life. In my mind, this scene is far more terrifying than the tragic scene in the ruins! Just as I was about to rush up the stairs, I heard Yan whisper something to Tong. Her voice was very soft, but it was like a thunderclap that stunned me.

Yan said, "If I get divorced because of this, will you be willing to divorce and marry me like you said before?"

This sentence drained all my strength away. I never thought that Yan would actually mention divorce!

I can't imagine what life would be like without Yan. And Jia Jia, my poor daughter! She didn't understand anything yet, but she was destined to lose a loved one.

In the past few days since I came back, I have been immersed in the shock and anger after discovering Yan's abnormality, and I urgently want to know who the adulterer is? I wanted to know why Yan betrayed me, but I never considered the future direction of this matter. Yan actually divorced me! She has even thought of this now! I was stunned for a moment. All I had been thinking about was the scene after she was exposed by me, her shame and begging for forgiveness, and even the scene where I couldn't help but slap her to the ground and she was so wronged that she was speechless.

I never thought she would divorce me! I realized the seriousness of the problem, and all my courage disappeared after hearing Yan's words.

I subconsciously took a step back, my clenched fists loosened weakly, my shoulders trembled, I sobbed silently, and covered my face with my hands. At this moment, I suddenly seemed to go back to twenty years ago, back to that helpless and confused childhood. At that time, my parents were getting divorced and were fighting each other at home. I looked at them in panic just like I do now, trembling and sobbing in fear, watching the tragedy unfold but being unable to do anything.

No! I can't let the same tragedy happen to my daughter.

At this time, Tong let out a groan that sounded like both pain and enjoyment: "Yes, I am willing to live with you forever! Ah...ah..."

He thrust his lower body towards Yan's face, and Yan's hands were lifted up a little. The ferocious glans, with blood surging, rushed into her hands, and hit Yan's chin several times.

Yan tried her best to turn her face away to avoid it, but her head was held down and she couldn't move. Her hands did not stop moving and continued to move quickly. Tong's hand was still rubbing inside her clothes. From the bulge in her pajamas, it could be seen that the hand was grabbing one of her breasts, pulling it upwards without mercy, as if trying to pull the breast out from the collar.

I can’t see Yan’s expression, but I guess she must be in pain! This can be judged from the awkward posture of her body. I treasure Yan like a treasure, and I never want to cause her any harm! But at this moment he is being ravaged like a slave! I, who once vowed to protect her for the rest of my life, could only cowardly hide in the corner and watch this cruel scene sadly.

Tong suddenly let out a long low roar, and suddenly thrust his hips forward, and a stream of white liquid spurted out from the glans. Yan was caught off guard and her body shrank in fear. She had no time to dodge and the semen sprayed all over her chin and neck. Yan screamed "Ah" and immediately raised her other hand to receive it. The second stream of semen shot into her palm. The penis was still erect and continued to shoot out streams of semen.

The white semen on the chin flowed down along the skin, dripping onto Yan's chest, leaving a long thin thread. Yan's hands were both occupied and she couldn't wipe it, so she had to straighten her neck and lift her chin higher, trying to stop the semen from flowing out, but it was completely ineffective.

Tong held his penis and continued to stroke it a few times, then swung it left and right. Then he pressed the glans against Yan's arm and rubbed it to wipe off the semen that remained on it. Yan carefully held the object in her palm with one hand, and quickly wiped her chin with the back of her other hand, saying angrily, "Oh no, it got on my clothes." (Novel Library: google/i0zFY)

Tong stood up straight and stuffed his penis into his pants: "It's okay, I'll buy you ten pieces later. Baby, you're so nice! I feel so comfortable... Do you want me to go back and get you some tissues?"

"No, it won't be good if your nanny sees it."

"It doesn't matter. She's not my wife. If she dares to say anything, I'll fire her! My wife was already dissatisfied with her before she went on the European trip. If it weren't for me, I would have fired her long ago."

"No! The fewer people who know about this, the better..."

Yan shook her palm vigorously, splashing the liquid in her palm onto the stairs, and then reminded: "It hasn't come to that point yet, remember, don't let anyone know!"

A drop of liquid was splashed on my face and mixed with my tears. Although it was almost light enough to be unnoticed, the huge shame hit me like a hammer.

"I'm going to go down first. Jiajia is about to wake up. I don't know how she'll cry if she can't see me."

Yan stood up, raised her heels, and seemed to kiss Tong.

I suddenly came to my senses. When she said "I'm going downstairs", she meant going downstairs, which meant she might take the elevator from the 13th floor where I was. If she saw me, my marriage would undoubtedly be over! Without giving it much thought, I immediately retreated back to the corridor, thinking of taking shelter on the stairs below. Even I didn't expect that I would make such a decision without hesitation. I am such a coward who chose to escape!

The moment I retreated back to the corridor, I heard a surprised cry from behind me. It seemed that someone was in the corridor, and I didn't expect that there would be someone in the emergency staircase.

I turned around and saw the woman who was in the elevator just now. She was looking at me with horror, as if she was terrified. She was holding a garbage bag in her hand and standing in front of the trash can in the corridor. The door behind her was open, and she had obviously just come out. At this time, Yan's footsteps were getting closer and closer, almost to the door. It was too late for me to even run over. If this woman screamed again, things would become irreversible!

At that moment, I didn't have time to think about it. I grabbed her and pulled her into my house, quickly closing the door.

Just as I was closing the door, I saw the door at the stairs being pushed open by Yan.

The woman in white obviously didn't expect me to do this. She was at a loss as I pulled her against herself. The bag in her hand fell to the ground. She pushed me hard with her backhand: "What are you doing? What do you want to do? Help..."

Before she could shout "Help", I covered her mouth with my hand and held her and her arms with my other hand to prevent her from struggling. She was obviously frightened, her body began to tremble, and her mouth made "Mmm...Mmm..." sounds under my palm.

She screamed and twisted her body stiffly, trying to break free from my control. But my mind was not on her. I leaned my ear against the door and listened carefully to Yan's footsteps which gradually became blurred and faded away.

When the footsteps finally disappeared, all the strength in my body suddenly disappeared. I dejectedly let go of my hand that was covering the woman's mouth. Only then did I realize that my arms were tightly wrapped around her chest, pressing her breasts down so hard. I quickly let go of her and leaned weakly against the door.

“Pah! Pah!”

Two loud and crisp slaps left half of my face numb. After hitting me, the woman immediately took two steps back and sat on the shoe rack. She grabbed a high-heeled shoe and looked at me warily: "Who are you? Why did you follow me to my house?"

I gasped weakly and said woodenly, "I'm sorry!"

But the tears suddenly welled up again.

This is the third time I cried today. I didn’t expect myself to be so fragile! The two slaps on the woman were hard enough that her ears started buzzing and her mind went blank. She watched her mouth move, but had no idea what she said. That mouth was very beautiful, with dark red lipstick on, making it look delicate and sexy. The clean face was half hidden in the fluffy wavy long hair, and a white and tender hand was clenched into a fist and blocked in front of the chest.

This hand reminded me of Yan's hand. It was like a huge stone blocking my chest, making it hard to breathe. I opened my mouth in despair but no sound came out. I felt like I was trapped in a sealed jar. The oxygen was disappearing little by little, and I was dying little by little!

I squatted down in fear and huddled in the corner behind the door.

I don’t know how long it was before a glass of water was handed to me. The hand holding the glass was small and slender, and the cardamom-colored nails were neatly and cleanly trimmed. I took the cup blankly, looked down at the crystal clear cup, and a tear fell into the water. "Calm down..."

A soft voice came over: "Can you tell me what's wrong with you?"

"The person outside just now was my wife. I saw her having an affair with someone!"

I felt like a helpless child.

"ah……"

The voice paused, as if searching for the right words: "So... why don't you expose them? Why are you still hiding?"

It was strange that I was completely defenseless at this moment. Facing a strange woman, I began to tell her everything without hesitation, including my daughter, my worries, my despair, how I met Yan, how we fell in love and how hard it was to be together. Including how much I love Yan, the only woman I deeply love, and how much hurt Yan's betrayal caused me.

I talked for a long time, and I seemed to be talking to myself, not paying any attention to the woman in front of me. She never interrupted me and just listened quietly. When I finished my story, she reached out and stroked my hair. The action was very natural, like a mother comforting her child.

After talking to her, I began to calm down. I stood up, bowed to her, and said, "I'm sorry I scared you just now!"

The woman waved her hand: "It's okay, I understand. You should wash your face first and sit here with me for a while!"

He pointed to me and said, "That's the bathroom. I'll get you a towel. What's your name? Do you live here?"

"My last name is Liang, and I live on the ninth floor."

I wiped the wetness from the corners of my eyes, feeling ashamed for my previous misbehavior: "I still have to go to work at the hospital, so I won't bother you anymore."

"ah……"

The woman seemed to be stunned for a moment: "Are you a doctor? My name is Na, and I just moved here."

As he spoke, he handed me a towel: "You are emotionally unstable right now, and you are not fit for work... If something goes wrong, it would be irresponsible to the patients. You should take a day off!"

I looked at my watch and it was already late. I would not have enough time to get to the hospital, so I accepted Na's suggestion and called the deputy director of the hospital to tell him that I would not be going in the morning. The other party agreed readily: "You can take a rest. If you can't adjust well, I can give you a few more days off."

After washing her face, she felt much more awake. Na was still wearing the same white dress she wore in the morning. She walked barefoot in the house quietly. She made me a cup of chrysanthemum tea and sat quietly opposite me. I looked around uneasily. The room was tidy and the floor was spotlessly clean. The bedroom door was open and the curtains were hung high. Natural light came in from outside, making the living room bright.

"No need to look for it, I live here alone."

Na seemed to notice that I was a little reserved. Without waiting for my response, she immediately explained, "I rent here. I don't have to go to work today."

She is a very thoughtful woman.

"Maybe……"

Na turned the cup in her hand and said, "It's not as serious as you think! If you really love her, why not give her another chance."

"I love her with all my heart, I don't know why she is like this?"

My heart ached again.

"Yes, it's not your fault, but that doesn't mean you don't have any responsibility. No matter what, the fact is already like this, you have to learn to be tolerant. Believe me, your wife will definitely come back."

"You don't know her personality. She's a very serious person. The situation of her being with... that person makes me feel very depressed."

"You should give her some time...

Na chatted with me for three hours. She seemed very calm and analyzed the whole thing for me objectively. She repeatedly emphasized that I should stay calm and forgive Yan with generosity and tolerance. I thought what she said made sense, but when I thought of the scene on the stairs, I couldn't help but feel angry. I felt like I was going crazy. The resentment and anger in my body had swelled to the extreme and could explode at any time...

When I got home at noon, Yan was teaching Jiajia to draw. The mother and daughter were lying on the floor laughing and making noises, just as I usually saw. If I hadn’t seen that scene with Yan on the stairs, I really wouldn’t have known that she was such a good actress!

Seeing me coming back, Yan stood up and greeted me: "Why are you back? I haven't cooked yet. I'm going to eat Duomeili with Jiajia later."

I suppressed my anger and said nothing. Yan came over to take my clothes: "How about I make you noodles? It's too late to cook."

I turned my face away so that she wouldn't see the strangeness in my eyes, and wanted to put the clothes away by myself, but Yan didn't let go. I pulled it a little, but couldn't pull it away from her hand, so I let go. Yan asked as she hung up the clothes: "What do you want to stew? There are beef, squid and eggs in the refrigerator. How about stir-frying the squid?"

I couldn't hold back my anger any longer: "Fire what? Are you going to fire me?"

Yan was stunned for a moment, her expression a little stiff: "What's wrong with you? You're so angry!"

I almost never talk to her in this tone. She seemed a little aggrieved: "Who has offended you again? Come back and vent your anger on me."

I didn't say anything and walked towards the balcony. I was afraid that if I continued talking to her, I would break down.

Looking into the distance, the neighborhood that used to be neat and clean now looks so strange, as if I had never lived here before! There were several trucks parked downstairs of the building opposite, filled with household items; new tenants had moved in. People all want to live in such an upscale community, and almost all families who can move in are proud of it. But will you really be happy living here?

There was a flash of light on the opposite side, and then another flash, which caught my attention. Looking carefully, I saw that the curtains of the window on the 19th floor opposite were half-drawn, and a blurry figure was lying by the window, seemingly holding something in his hand. I suddenly became alert and went back to the house to get a DV. I pointed it at that place from behind the window and adjusted the focal length to 24x. A person became clear in the camera. He was holding something like a telescope in his hand and was peering into my room.

Chapter 04

Under normal circumstances, when faced with someone peeping like this, I would probably just sneer at him with disdain. But at this moment, I suddenly became angry. The humiliation, bitterness and pain that had been suppressed in my heart for days could no longer be suppressed. I cursed, "Fuck your mother" and rushed out with the DV.

When I passed by Yan, I saw her looking at me in shock. Because I never swear, even when I quarrel with others, at most I just argue.

When I rushed out of the room, she finally reacted and chased me to the door, shouting, "What's wrong with you? Where are you going? You don't want to eat..."

The person who opened the door was a boy of about seventeen or eighteen years old. He looked very gentle and wore a pair of myopic glasses. It was him. I punched him in the chest and he staggered. He didn't understand what was happening. He stared at me with his eyes wide open and clenched his fists, shouting, "What are you doing? Why are you hitting me?"

"Why?"

I pushed him again and said, "Don't you know? Why are you pretending? You look like a decent person. Have you seen enough? Now take a good look at me. It's much clearer than if you were peeping at me."

I pushed him into the room step by step. When he heard me say the word "peeping", his face turned pale: "What do you mean by peeping? I...I didn't..."

He was obviously feeling guilty and his words were stuttering.

I held the DV in front of him and said, "Do you want me to show you evidence? Who is in here? Isn't it you? Ask your parents to come over and I'll ask them to identify who it is."

His face suddenly turned from blue to white, and he took a step back and said nothing.

I asked, "What's your name? Where are your parents? Ask them to come out."

"My name is...Long Xiaoqi, he...they are not here..."

He said timidly, holding the corner of his clothes with his hands: "We were just joking, can you stop looking at them in the future? I will return all the photos to you."

When I got home, I saw Hou Yan holding Jia Jia standing at the door, looking very anxious: "Where have you been? Why are you so angry?"

She looked at me with concern, her eyes full of anxiety. Looking at her and her daughter's equally clean and innocent faces, the answer that was almost about to come out of my mouth suddenly got stuck in my throat: What should I say to her?

Should I ask her? My heart tightened and I held the USB drive tightly in my palm.

After a few seconds of silence, I finally didn't answer. I reached out to wipe the jam that remained on the corner of Jiajia's mouth, and walked around Yan and went to the room. Yan stretched out a hand and pulled my arm: "What's wrong with you? I'm so scared when you look like this..."

"I'm so scared of you like this."

My heart suddenly felt sad: she hasn't said she was afraid for a long time since they got married. She is very timid. She is afraid of ghosts, the dark, and she dare not sleep alone. I have always considered it my pride to protect her. These two most important women in my life often make me feel so strong, so strong that I have the ability to give them everything! She was now starting to get scared, and was pulling at my sleeve helplessly, with a hint of confusion in her eyes, like a lost child.

Am I losing her? Can I still protect them? I suddenly felt that I was scared too.

Dinner was very quiet. Apart from Jia Jia's mumbling, no one spoke, and the air was filled with a dead and depressing feeling. After dinner, I locked myself in the study. My head was aching. I didn’t want to see anyone or hear anything. I just wanted to be quiet for a while.

Outside the door I could hear Yan and Jiajia talking. She was clearly and patiently correcting her daughter's pronunciation. There was the rustling sound of footsteps, and the "ping pong" sound of toys hitting the floor. All of these were the sounds I used to love to hear the most, but now, separated by a door, they seemed distant and strange.

I took out a USB drive from my pocket and stared at the computer. What would be inside? Should I watch it or not? Maybe there is nothing in it, maybe there is everything in it! I love Yan so deeply, we were so loving! But what I hold in my hand now may be the evidence that she has betrayed me!

I don’t know if I can control my emotions when I see these things. For someone like me who pursues perfection, all of this is as cruel as a sharp knife stuck in my heart. Every touch will cause heart-wrenching pain!

I still plugged the USB drive into the interface. The mouse stayed on the pop-up file for a moment, and finally I clicked it. I was breathing heavily, as if this slight click had exhausted all my strength.

In the unfolded binder, there were dozens of sub-files marked with numbers and letters. I clicked on a few of them at random. Most of them were photos of women: some in pajamas, some in underwear, some hanging clothes on the balcony, some couples kissing, some changing clothes... Without exception, they were all pictures of women.

This kid named Long Xiaoqi showed me his persistence: the shooting dates on the photos span a long period of time, and some of the photos were taken two years ago. I looked around aimlessly, and gradually I began to understand the meaning of the numbered markings: the floors and room numbers. I returned to the homepage and found the words 9-C in the file. My heart suddenly lifted: This is my home!

The photos were arranged according to the time they were taken, and I was surprised that there were thousands of them. Click and slide the mouse to let the images pop up on the screen frame by frame.

Yan and I were hugging on the balcony, Yan came out in her pajamas to collect clothes, Yan was watering the flowers with her big belly, Yan was holding Jia Jia and feeding her. The camera was very clear, and the long-distance focus accurately fell on the half of her exposed breast. My thoughts also flowed along with the photos, and scenes from the past flashed through my mind.

Time passed by minute by minute, my hands were a little sore, but my heart was full of warmth. Perhaps I should thank Long Xiaoqi, who inadvertently recorded every detail of Yan and I in the past four years. My heart slowly melted in the memories, and my eyes became a little wet. How happy I was! How happy we were!

Suddenly a photo popped up. Yan stood at the door leading to the balcony, looking into the distance with an angry expression. Not far behind her stood a tall man in a striped T-shirt. His head was blocked by the half-open door, so his face could not be seen clearly. Judging from his body posture, he was walking towards Yan.

My head buzzed and I froze. That’s right! I can tell without looking at his face that it's Tong. It's Tong in my house! He had one hand in his trouser pocket and looked very relaxed, as if he was standing in his own home.

The date the photo was taken shows: 2008-5-29, which was the sixth day I left home! Just six days later, this shameless man showed up at my home. My heart kept sinking. I can still remember Yan's expression when she saw me off. She held my hand helplessly and worriedly and refused to let go. She gave me instructions over and over again, looking as pitiful as an abandoned child. Is she lying to me? Is she acting?

How could she act so realistically! How many secrets does my wife, who has never lied to me, hide in her heart?

I slid the mouse with trembling fingers and the photo jumped to the next one.

Tong appeared clearly in the camera, and he had walked behind Yan, with one of his hands actually around Yan's waist! He put his face close to Yan's ear, with a humble expression, as if smiling, and seemed to be saying something to Yan.

Yan's face still had the same expression, her shoulders were slightly hunched, but she let Tong hug her very quietly, without any intention of resisting.

In the next photo, Yan turned around and pushed Tong away.

Tong went over again and held Yan's shoulders.

Yan struggled and hid beside the flower pot on the balcony.

Tong went over again, got close to her, and said something to Yan as if he was coaxing a child.

Yan turned around and walked towards the door of the room.

Tong held her at the door, and she grabbed the door frame as if trying to break free.

Yan was hugged and pressed against the door, and the two stood face to face.

Tong kissed Yan. Judging from his body posture, he was kissing Yan forcefully. Yan's body was twisted, her hands were covering her chest, and she was trying hard to turn her head to the side.

Four kisses in a row.

Kiss Yan’s forehead.

Kiss Yan's face.

Kiss the earlobe.

Yan put down her hands, clenched her fists, and her body looked stiff.

Tong's hands slid from the waist to the hips.

Nine consecutive pictures of stroking the buttocks.

Three photos of Yan touching legs and looking at Tong.

The hand lifted the hem of the skirt, and the black fishnet stockings were very conspicuous in the sun. The hand on the white skin under the fishnet was captured particularly clearly.

Her hand reached between her legs, but was blocked by her skirt. Yan's face was turned away from the room, so her expression could not be seen.

Seventeen consecutive pictures of the hand stopping under the skirt.

Yan turned her head to look outside, her face full of fear and her mouth open as if she was speaking.

Tong placed one hand on Yan's breast.

Two pinching breasts.

His hand reached his ribs, and Yan grabbed his arm.

She lifted the hem of her shirt, exposing her slender waist to the sun.

The hand reached in from below. Twenty-one in a row.

He kissed Yan's mouth continuously and Yan did not resist.

An arm wrapped around Tong's waist.

Yan was picked up and her face was pressed against Tong's shoulder.

Was carried into the room.

I leaned back in my chair dejectedly and closed my eyes. There was a buzzing sound in my ears and my mind was blank. At this moment, I was like a short-circuited machine, paralyzed. Maybe I should be sad, maybe I should be desperate, maybe I should be angry, but my whole body is stiff, I can't think of anything and can't do anything.

Outside the door, Jia Jia was laughing loudly. She was usually very ladylike and seldom laughed so loudly. It must be Yan who was tickling her. Sure enough, Jia Jia begged, "I won't do it anymore, I won't do it anymore...Mom, you are so bad..."

My heart twitched: My baby! You may not understand yet that your mother is really that bad... Maybe one day, maybe no one can stop her, your mother will leave this home and never come back. Dad has told you countless fairy tales, and in every fairy tale, the prince and princess lived happily together... You always like to ask at the end: "Is it like mom and dad?"

I also nodded in affirmation countless times.

I really didn't lie to you at that time! If you understand that mom and dad are not princesses and princes, you will definitely be disappointed! If you knew that the prince and princess would be separated in the end, you would definitely be very sad!

The sky outside the window darkened, and a light drizzle began to fall without my knowing. I stared at the screen for a while, then mustered up my courage and continued watching. I want to know why Yan betrayed me!

Another new set of photos.

The camera passed through the gap in the curtains and fell on the bed in the bedroom. The light was a little dim. A pair of men's trousers was placed on the milky white bedspread. On the left side of the trousers, Yan was lying horizontally on the corner of the bed with her legs hanging over the edge of the bed. Her top was lifted up to her breasts and her bra was pushed up. Her long hair was spread out on the bed like ink. Her head was tilted towards the door and her face was a little blurry; her skirt was lifted up to her waist, and her two long legs were slightly separated unnaturally. The edge of the black stockings divided the skin into two completely different colors at the base of the thighs. The white part was a little dazzling in the dark. The purple panties were tightly stretched between her legs, unable to cover her swollen vulva at all.

Tong stood by the bed with his lower body naked and his back to the camera. The hem of his T-shirt was very long, almost covering his entire buttocks. He bent over, holding one of Yan's thighs with one hand, and seemed to be talking to Yan.

In the next photo, Tong has taken off his T-shirt, revealing dark skin and muscles that are stronger than they appear. He lifted one of Yan's legs and leaned over to kiss her leg. Her leg was lifted up very high, her hips were stretched wide apart, and her panties were pulled out of shape. A few pubic hairs were clearly visible at the junction of her panties and white skin due to the contrast of the skin. Yan's entire buttocks were almost dragged off the bed.

Tong turned sideways, holding the taken-off high-heeled shoes in his hand, and stood at the corner of the bed. His entire penis was exposed to the camera. The erect penis formed an acute angle with his lower abdomen, and the huge glans was purple-black in color. At the top of the camera is the wedding photo on the wall. Due to the height, only half of the bodies of the two people in the photo can be seen. My arms are around Yan's tightly bound waist.

He pulled open the crotch part of the panties with his hands, and the panties were stretched very long like a rubber band.

Close-up of Yan's vagina.

There were three consecutive close-ups. In the last one, Tong's fingers pressed into the middle of the labia.

Her hips are blocked by Tong's body. In the upper right corner of the picture, Tong holds Yan's toes in his mouth.

Tong lay on Yan and the two kissed.

Tong buried his face in Yan's chest, and Yan's hands pushed his head.

Kiss one breast.

While sucking on the nipple, Yan grabbed Tong's hair.

By holding the nipple and pulling it up, the breast was pulled to change its shape and the base of the nipple was stretched very long.

I grabbed both breasts with my hands and squeezed them together, until the nipples on both sides almost touched each other.

Yan raised her head with a painful expression on her face.

Tong sat astride Yan and clamped his penis between his breasts.

Nine consecutive twitches.

I put the penis to Yan's mouth, and Yan closed her mouth tightly.

Pushed the penis away with hand.

The second time he pushed forward, pressing the glans against his lips.

Yan pushed the penis away from her mouth.

The two kissed.

Tong kisses Yan's belly.

Tong's head was between Yan's hips, blocking her entire vagina.

Twenty-seven consecutive photos of kissing the vagina.

Yan's legs clamped Tong's head.

Tong was half-standing up, and Yan's legs were lifted on his shoulders.

Tong rubbed his penis on the inside of Yan's thighs.

One of Yan's legs slipped down and Tong held up one leg.

Support the penis to the genitals.

Use your penis to push open the crotch of your panties.

Press the glans on the clitoris.

Seven consecutive pictures of fiddling with the clitoris.

Yan straightened her waist and left the bed, with one hand stretched in the air.

The glans was pushed halfway into the vagina, and no condom was worn, pulling out a few pubic hairs.

He grabbed Yan's hand and touched the penis that was left outside. The ring on his hand reflected a ray of light, and the back of his hand, like white jade, blocked the part where the two were connected.

Once it's all inserted, their lower bodies are completely stuck together, their genitals are completely fused, and it's impossible to distinguish their body hair.

Yan's head was lifted off the bed, her mouth open and her eyes half closed.

A close-up of Yan's face, with her teeth clenched, eyes completely closed and brows frowned. His expression was somewhat distorted.

breast. One nipple was pinched by Tong's thumb and index finger and pulled upwards.

Fifty-seven consecutive thrusts.

Tong pressed his entire body on Yan, with his legs between Yan's legs.

Six identical still images.

Yan bent her legs and the high heels on one foot hung on her toes.

Tear open the stockings on the inside of the thigh and kiss the exposed leg flesh.

He pulled out his penis and took off Yan's panties. His penis was wet and there was a reflection of liquid on Yan's crotch.

Put your legs together and insert the penis from behind your legs.

Nineteen consecutive frames.

His legs were pressed against Yan's chest, and his hips were pulled and lifted away from the edge of the bed.

Ninety-five consecutive draw pictures.

Two still pictures.

Her legs were put down and hung on the side of the bed, and Tong lay on Yan.

Three kissing photos.

Tong stood up, wiped his penis with a tissue, and turned his head to talk to Yan.

Place the used tissue under Yan's vagina.

Semen flowed out of the vagina and onto the tissue below.

Tong got on the bed, hugged Yan, and took eleven photos in a row.

Tong went out.

Yan lay on the bed with her hands covering her face.

Eight Zhang Yan wipes her vagina.

Tong came back wrapped in a bath towel, holding a cigarette.

He leaned over the bed and talked to Yan, who remained lying down.

Tong held Yan in his arms and kissed her.

The two of them were face to face.

Yan wiped her tears with the back of her hand.

Fix your hair.

Tong sat on the edge of the bed, Yan's head resting on Tong's thigh.

Seven photos of touching Yan's breasts.

Tong puts on clothes.

Yan went out.

Tong picked up Yan's underwear from the ground.

Put it in your pocket.

Yan is back.

Tong left.

Zhang Yan sat there for thirty-nine consecutive moments.

I stared at the screen blankly, my mind was numb. It was strange that the feeling of heartache and sadness was gone. I didn't even know if I was still angry. My face felt itchy, as if something was crawling on it. I wiped it with my hand, but there was nothing on my face. I spread out my palm and saw a small water stain on the palm. It turned out to be tears.

It's still raining outside, the study seems very humid, and my clothes seem to be wet too. Summer is such an annoying season! Especially this summer, if I had a choice, I would like to use the next twenty years of my life to eliminate this summer from my life.

I am a doctor and I have always had deep sympathy for my patients. I feel that no matter what kind of disease one has, it is unfortunate and should be sympathized with. But on this summer afternoon, I suddenly began to envy some people, some patients! I know there is a disease called amnesia, which means that one can forget some things in a very short period of time. I really wish I were a patient too.

Chapter 05

Suddenly, Jia Jia's voice came from outside the door: "Dad... Dad, come quickly, Mom is crying! Mom is crying!"

There was a mixture of panic and confusion in the voice.

I reflexively jumped up from my chair and flung open the study door. Jia Jia was standing at the door with her head tilted up. When she saw me coming out, she raised her tender little hand and pointed to the side, mumbling, "Mom is crying...Mom is not good..."

I turned my head and saw Yan sitting in the corner with her knees hugged, her head down, her shoulders shaking constantly. Her long hair fell down, covering her cheeks and her expression. Her soft hair was also shaking violently. I couldn't immediately confirm that she was crying, but her body was shaking violently and she seemed a little out of control.

I have never seen her cry after we got married, and I have always been proud of this. I love this woman and everything about her! Even her occasional rudeness and a little domineering are just fun ways to spice up life in my eyes! At this time, Yan was curled up in a corner and sobbing. She looked very frail and helpless. It was obvious that she was trying her best to suppress herself from making too much noise, but intermittent sobs still came out from under her hair.

My heart was shattered by this sound at that moment. In a trance, it seemed as if I had returned to many years ago.

At that time, Yan was also curled up crying in front of her father's bed. At that time, I was watching her from a distance outside the ward, and I suddenly felt determined to protect her and comfort her!

Jiajia came closer, lifted Yan's drooping hair with her little hands, tilted her head and called her mother, and wiped the tears on her face with her fingers: "Mommy, be good, mommy won't cry... Jiajia, be obedient... Jiajia, don't cry either..."

Looking at my daughter's innocent eyes and listening to her babyish yet incoherent words, all the resentment, humiliation and sorrow suddenly didn't seem so strong anymore. I walked over, helped Yan up from the ground, held her in my arms, patted her shoulder gently, opened my mouth to say something to comfort her, but found that I didn't know what to say.

Yan buried her head in my shoulder, her whole body still shaking.

“I’m so scared!”

She said.

Maybe I should ask at this point: "What are you afraid of?"

Maybe such a sentence would be the best time to open up the barriers between each other! I don’t know why I didn’t say it. Maybe I was more afraid than Yan. If the truth were to be revealed, I would be the one who wouldn’t know how to face it. Can I completely forgive Yan? If I can't forgive her, can I leave him? It happened so unexpectedly that I was not mentally prepared at all.

But I still hope that Yan can confess the truth to me at this time. This is the sincerity that a competent husband should have to me! Although it is too late to talk about loyalty now since she has already cheated, this approach can still appear between Tong and me. After all, I am more important than him.

Unfortunately, Yan didn't say anything else. She pulled her body out of my arms and looked at me silently. There was some timidity and pity in her eyes, which revealed her inner fragility. She bent down, picked up Jiajia, and turned into the bedroom.

I stared at her back in a daze, feeling indescribably sad. Yan stopped in front of the bed in the bedroom, standing there blankly, as if thinking about something, and even forgot to put Jiajia down. The wind blew in from the balcony, lifting her skirt, and her graceful body cast a blurry shadow on the floor. Jia Jia's little face appeared over Yan's shoulder and she made a cute face at me. I curled my lips, wanting to give her a smile, but the muscles on my face were as stiff as stone.

A sentence from a friend suddenly popped up in my mind: "The more you fear losing something, the more likely you are to lose it first."

Am I going to lose Yan? After losing Yan, what do I have left? Yan once loved me so unreservedly! Before this incident, she was almost perfect. She was the perfect lover and the perfect wife!

Even now, in her daughter's eyes, she is still the most perfect mother in the world!

Is it true that all happiness is like dazzling yet fragile crystal, unable to withstand the slightest bump and facing disintegration at any time without being noticed?

Should I ask her? Deep down in my heart, I knew exactly what that meant. My familiarity with Yan almost allows me to guess how she will deal with me. She will definitely not try to hide it anymore, she is so stubborn! Her strong self-esteem would not allow her to continue lying to me, let alone confessing to me in tears. Even though she knew she was wrong, even though there was still dependence and love for me in her heart.

I locked myself in the study the whole afternoon. I have heard countless stories of betrayal and have despised women who have cheated countless times. I have always believed that a man should never tolerate such things. Even if he is alone for the rest of his life, as a man of blood, he should definitely say no to such a woman!

But at this moment, I found that I was far more cowardly than I thought. It turns out this is how it feels when it comes to myself! It turns out that the decision is so difficult!

I flipped aimlessly through the files on the screen, almost all of which were women who lived in the same building. Most of them are photos of people wearing pajamas or underwear, and there are also some extremely private shots. What we know is that the equipment used by the kid named Long Xiaoqi for taking pictures is extremely professional, his technique is very skillful, the photos are very clear, and even some of them use the auxiliary function of far infrared.

This afternoon seemed particularly long. I could hear Yan walking outside the door and Jiajia playing behind her. I just looked at the door, hoping that Yan would suddenly come and knock on the door and say to me, "Let's talk."

I really want to talk to Yan, but I know I can't bring up this topic.

Yan never came in.

The snail-like sun finally set, and its afterglow dyed the entire sky golden. I collected my thoughts and prepared to turn off the computer and go out. I can't show it too obviously, because that would only push this family into the abyss.

Just as I returned to the main menu, I suddenly caught sight of a number that made my heart move: B-13C. This is the room where Na is.

When I opened the file, I saw neat and standardized digital labels. There were a lot of photos, and judging from the serial numbers, they were taken not too long ago, probably starting about a month ago.

Clicking on the pictures, flipping through them page by page, most of them showed Na walking around the room in her pajamas, with the occasional few showing her lying on the couch on the balcony in her underwear. Na's figure is perfect! She has a slim figure, long legs, big breasts and a round butt, and her every move exudes the elegance of a mature woman. She is exactly the type of person that men like the most. Even in pajamas, her seductive and exquisite curves cannot be concealed. I had been very close to this woman, but I didn't realize how graceful and beautiful she was.

But I still have some doubts in my mind: judging from the previous photos, Long Xiaoqi usually doesn't waste a lot of energy in rooms where it is impossible to take pictures of the bed. Judging from the photos, the curtains on Na's bedroom windows are drawn most of the time, even during daytime. This is completely inconsistent with what I saw at her house. When I was at her house that time, I clearly saw that her curtains were open.

My intuition tells me: There must be something in Na’s room that will attract Long Xiaoqi. Otherwise, he wouldn't have kept shooting.

Sure enough, when I had flipped through more than half of the photos, a picture that surprised me appeared: Na was naked, with a red ribbon wrapped around her body, standing against the wall on the balcony. Her hands were tied behind her back, and there was a very wide collar around her neck. The edge of the collar was inlaid with metal, and it was shining in the midday sun. The red silk ribbon was completely tied into the flesh, making the delicate and white skin all over the body stand out fully.

Because it was noon, there was plenty of light and the photos were extremely clear. You could clearly see that the breasts were slightly deformed by the squeezing, but they were bulging fuller, and the thick hair between the legs was also clearly captured.

I could hardly believe my eyes. Although I had only met Na once, her gentleness, thoughtfulness and generosity left a deep impression on me. I could not imagine that such a woman could do such a bold and crazy thing.

In the next few photos, the angle changed slightly. Long Xiaoqi did not waste a second. The continuous shooting allowed me to see clearly that there was a rope connected to Na's collar. Because the rope was blocked by her body in the previous photo, it could not be distinguished. In this photo, the entire side of the body is exposed to the camera, so it is easy to conclude that Na is tied up with an extremely long silk ribbon, and it is absolutely impossible for me to tie her like this! In other words, she was tied up.

I can hardly believe that the world is so crazy! Everything that I didn't know before was now revealed before my eyes. Na's expression was slightly frightened and her body shrank a little, which made her look in stark contrast to her original elegance and indifference. The collar rope was hanging in the air, and the other end extended into the house, or the other end of the rope was held by someone in the house.

Sure enough, after flipping through a few more photos, a person's hand appeared in the camera. This confirmed my previous guess that Na was forced. A woman like her would never voluntarily do such a crazy thing! What surprised me was that the man's arms were very white and tender, his fingers were as slender as onions, and his nails were painted with cardamom-colored nail polish. Under the strong light, they looked eerie and mysterious.

This is actually a woman's hand!

I suddenly felt a strong sympathy for Na: being pushed naked onto the balcony and exposed to other people's eyes, what a huge shame! How much hatred did the woman in the room have for her to treat her in such an extreme and inhumane way?

In the next two close-ups of her face, you can clearly see the traces of tears on Na’s face. In the one after that, you can even see the tears flowing down her face. My fingertips couldn't help but tremble slightly, and my heart was beating violently. I couldn't deny that I felt strangely excited at this moment. Just like a criminal committing a crime, he is nervous and uneasy, yet deep down he is full of expectations.

I'm prying into other people's privacy.

Next, the rope connected to the collar was pulled tight and straight, and Na's head was pulled tilted towards the room.

Then he was dragged into the house. When she appeared in the camera again, her posture became a little strange. She bent over and tried her best to twist her body into an S shape. Her knees were also bent, and her legs were tightly together. The expression on her face had also changed. The original fear was gone, replaced by an indescribable expression. Her brows were tightly frowned, the muscles on her face were unnaturally tense, and her eyes looked distracted. There seemed to be something between her legs.

As I continued watching, I suddenly realized that what was sandwiched between her legs was a dildo that looked very large, and from the expression on her face, the switch must have been turned on.

Na was naked on the balcony, constantly changing postures. It could be concluded that someone inside was directing her, because some of the postures were obviously very forced and it was obvious that she did not understand the intentions of the people inside.

But these postures do make her indescribably lewd. These postures can only be performed by professional actresses. Not only does it require excellent flexibility, but more importantly, it requires women to abandon their instinctive sense of shame.

I guess the reason why Long Xiaoqi took pictures of Na's room for several days in a row must be that a similar scene had appeared on this balcony before, or for some reason he didn't have time to take pictures, so he kept observing Na. I underestimated his ability and patience. At this moment, I suddenly felt a little scared. I wondered if what he gave me was all that he had filmed. About Yan, about my family, is there anything more that I don’t know about that is left in his hands?

I transferred the photos of Yan to my computer, and then went to find Na with the USB drive. I had an indescribable liking for this woman. These photos involved her very important privacy, so I decided to return them to her and let her deal with it herself.

Na was indeed surprised. When I told her that there were photos of him in the USB drive, her face changed immediately. I think she realized what was in it at that time, because there was so much fear and shame in her eyes. She looked at me intently for a few seconds before slowly taking the USB flash drive from my hand. Maybe she had guessed my intentions in her heart.

She turned on the computer, plugged in the USB drive, and looked at the photos. In order not to embarrass her too much, I turned away.

After a few minutes, I heard Na sighing softly behind me and said, "Thank you! I don't know how to tell you about these photos of me..."

I interrupted her and said, "You don't have to explain to me. These are all your personal privacy. Although I have seen them, it does not mean that I have the right to know the reason. I will keep everything about you in my heart and never mention it to anyone. The purpose of my coming to you is simply to remind you, because I believe that you are not that kind of woman. The reason is very simple: I feel kindness and thoughtfulness in you! I believe that a kind and thoughtful woman is definitely not a bad woman! I am a person with few friends, and now, I have regarded you as my friend."

There was no sound behind me for a long time. I turned around and saw Na with her head lowered, her expression a little gloomy, staring at the floor without saying a word. After a few minutes, he looked up and said to me, "Dr. Fan, you are a good person! I regret and feel guilty for what I have done. I am not as good as you think."

I smiled at her, trying to comfort her, but it felt like a bitter smile. How can there be a perfect woman in this world? Even though she is perfect, my wife who once made me proud and trusted, is now hiding this heartbreaking fact from me!

Na looked at me silently, with some flickering and blurred eyes, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just sighed, turned around, took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, skillfully opened it, took out a cigarette and handed it to me. I shook my head to indicate that I didn't want to smoke. She lit it herself, took a deep breath, and light blue smoke began to spread between us.

Through the smoke, Na's face looked a little hazy. She smoked fiercely, as if she was smoking not the cigarette but her enemy! And she was devouring the enemies who declared war on her bite by bite.

Na was a little decadent at this time, and I was touched by her appearance. She and Yan were two completely different types of women. Yan was emotional, weak and sentimental, a little woman. Na is capable, rational, gentle but tough. But in my eyes, all women need protection. No matter what kind of woman she is, she has an extremely fragile side that needs to be carefully cared for just like love!

She hesitated for a moment, then suddenly changed the subject to me: "Have you talked to your wife?"

I shook my head. "No, I don't know what to say. I love her very much, and if things get out, I'm afraid it will get worse!"

Na hesitated for a moment and said, "I think your wife must love you. Maybe she herself doesn't quite understand that you have had so many memories and cherished pasts. These are the emotions accumulated bit by bit, and they are the strong backing for your reconciliation. She will never let an outsider take her away from you easily! She said that she divorced you because she was worried that you would not be able to accept her after knowing the truth, so she was eager to ask that person for safety and security. Have you ever thought that what she said was: If I get divorced because of this! This may mean that she is very confused and has no sense of the future. What you need to do at this time is to let her know that you will forgive her, just like treating a lost child, without intimidation, without anger, only a warm call, can remind her of the way home..."

I stood there quietly, listening to Na's calm and reasonable analysis, amazed at her meticulousness and clear logic. Maybe it is true that a bystander sees more clearly, maybe what she said is right, I should forgive Yan as she said and pull her back from the arms of that man! I can't live without cigarettes. We once swore to all those who resisted us being together that we would live happily. If Yan still has any love for me in her heart, I shouldn't push her away from me.

But can I really forgive her? Could I really endure and ignore her naked body in someone else's arms? How could I really not mind that she had been pinned down and enjoyed sex by another man?

Whenever I recalled the scene on the stairs, my heart immediately turned cold and resentment ran rampant in my blood. If Yan comes back, if Yan becomes the little wife who is devoted to me and depends on me, can I really forget all these dirty things and continue to smile at her? If I force myself to do that, I will end up going crazy!

Na seemed to see what I was thinking. She looked at me hesitantly and sighed softly, "I know it's hard for you to do this, because all men have the desire to monopolize their women, and all men have jealousy and self-esteem just like women. If you don't want to think about this now, you don't have to force yourself, but I really hope that you can maintain your kindness to her before you figure it out, and keep the opportunity for your family to get back on track. Although mended clothes are no longer beautiful, they must still be warm when worn!"

I was still immersed in my own world. I didn't know when Na stopped talking and the room became quiet.

I was suddenly awakened by Na's call. I saw her looking at the computer screen with a look of surprise, and all the photos in the binder were gone. Na and I looked at each other and said, "All the photos are gone!"

I replied nonchalantly, "Well, it's best to delete it. The fewer people know about it, the better it is for you."

Na's body trembled a little: "But I didn't delete them!"

How is this possible? There were only two of us in the room, and it would be weird if she didn't delete the photos!

I don't understand why she said that. Maybe she wanted to hint to me that the matter should end here and we should pretend it never happened. She doesn't trust me at all. Since I am willing to return the photos to her, I certainly won't complicate the matter any further.

It seems that she is still wary and suspicious of me. I was a little bored and said, "Thank you for your advice. I have something else to do. Let's talk about it another day."

Turned and walked out of the room.

Behind him was Na, confused and shocked: "Hey...what are you doing...but...what should I do?"

I didn't look back: "Don't worry, I will forget about it."

When I got home, Yan was washing something in the bathroom. Jiajia was standing at the bathroom door holding a plastic basin, calling out, "Mom... give it to... Mom... Jiajia should wash too..."

The computer in the study was still on, so I sat back down in front of it and found the binder containing the photos, ready to hide them. When I opened the file, I was stunned - the binder was empty, there was nothing there!

Chapter 06

Who touched my computer? Is it Yan? My nerves tensed.

This thought flashed through my mind for only a moment before I immediately rejected it: It couldn't be Yan! Given her personality, if she saw these photos, she would immediately realize that the matter could no longer be concealed. In this situation, Yan would not choose to delete the photos and deny it. In all likelihood, she would tell me the truth as soon as I get home.

hacker? I shook my head slightly: What was there in my computer that was worthy of a hacker's attention? It allows someone to keep an eye on my computer every day and find the photos that have just been stored in such a short period of time.

Besides, if it was really a hacker, there was no need for him to delete my photos. He only needed to copy them to achieve his goal. Why did he have to let people know that he had been here?

Dragon Rider!

Suddenly I remembered what Na said to me. She once said that she did not delete her photos. At that time, I thought she was playing tricks on me. Now it seems that she really didn't lie! What was happening on her computer was the same thing happening here. The only thing that had access to both computers at the same time was Long Xiaoqi's USB flash drive. It was almost certain that he had tampered with the USB flash drive.

I immediately went to find Long Xiaoqi.

He was not at home, and his mother politely asked me what I wanted to talk to him about. I acted casually and said that I was doing a project on adolescent psychology and wanted him to help me answer a few questions. I didn't mean to hide it for him, I just didn't want more people to know about it. It wouldn't be too difficult for me to deal with Long Xiaoqi alone, but if his parents got involved, things would not be so easy to handle.

His mother told me readily that Long Xiaoqi had just gone out and was going to a classmate's house. At last, she said, "This is a good thing. Now, as a mother, I don't know what he is thinking all day. You are a doctor. If you are willing to pay attention to Xiaoqi, it will be very timely for us as parents. I also ask you to give him more psychological guidance..."

Then he told me the classmate's address in detail.

I arrived there before Long Xiaoqi. When he saw me, his face changed immediately. He hugged the laptop tightly in his arms and looked around for an escape route. To prevent any accidents, my first words were powerful: "I have just been to your house, and your family doesn't know yet. If you run away, I promise to bring the police to your house!"

A child, no matter how smart he is, is still just a simple child compared to me, and I am confident enough to deal with him. But if any of his parents got involved, it would only make things worse. I know a child's tolerance limit, so I can't push Long Xiaoqi too far. If I exceed his tolerance limit, things will develop in the opposite direction.

My confrontation with him took place in a private room at U.S.C. Coffee. It's quiet here, with comfortable sofas, soft lighting and a claustrophobic space. I seldom came to such places before, and only accompanied Yan here a few times at her strong request. Yan likes the atmosphere here. Although the Shangdao Coffee here seems a bit shabby compared to the one in Suzhou, it is still Yan's favorite place to visit. Yan and I are different. I like staying at home. I like watching Yan walking around in the living room in her pajamas. I like Jia Jia chirping behind Yan and calling her "Mom, Mommy".

I never thought that I would be sitting in such an occasion with a boy. Both of them were uncomfortable. Long Xiaoqi's nervousness could be seen from his shaking knees. He had his eyelids drooped, and held the computer tightly with both hands, his fingers clasping on the smooth casing. I even found it a little ridiculous. If it weren't for the boy opposite me who was obsessed with peeping due to excessive sex hormones, I might not have been able to confirm that Yan was cheating. But on the contrary, for me, knowing this has become a torment.

I will omit the specific conversation here because the two people are not on the same level at all. The whole process was just a repeated practice of my attack and his defense. I squeezed out everything that Long Xiaoqi knew bit by bit like squeezing out toothpaste, and things were basically the same as I expected.

First, Long Xiaoqi admitted that he had installed a Trojan program in the USB drive. As long as the USB drive was connected to the computer, the program would start. In this way, no matter where the USB drive was, he could accurately find the computer and retrieve the files.

Piece. This is the careful setting made by Long Xiaoqi to prevent the USB flash drive from being lost. He is a smart boy! He is also a child with a talent for computers.

He was already monitoring me when I first viewed the photos. The reason he didn't retrieve the files right away was because he was worried that something might go wrong once the USB drive was in my hands, and I might become suspicious of him.

When I went to find Na, Long Xiaoqi started to retrieve and delete the files on my computer. But he immediately discovered that most of the photos were missing from the files. He was very regretful at the time, thinking that I had deleted the other photos.

Soon when Na was checking the photos, her computer was also exposed to Long Xiaoqi's sight. This time he did not dare to delay any longer and immediately started remote control to move the files back from Na's computer. At that time, Na was talking to me and her attention was not on the computer, so she did not notice the abnormality of the computer. Long Xiaoqi chose to delete the files in the USB drive and computer because he was afraid that the photos would be leaked out. In the end, the matter would become too serious and bring trouble to himself. He said, "I know it's wrong to spy on others, and I also know that if these things are leaked, it will hurt many people, but I still can't help but want to share these things with others. When you found me, I was going to a classmate's house and wanted to show off what I just got from your computer. But I swear to you, these photos are only known by me and that classmate. No one else knows except you. And the video I just got from your computer, I haven't even watched it carefully yet."

"video!"

I was stunned for a moment, and the scene of Na on the balcony immediately appeared in my mind. Could it be that there were videos of those things in her computer? I could clearly feel my heart beating faster. I stared at Long Xiaoqi's computer and thought: These videos are in his computer. I can watch them right away if I want to. Long Xiaoqi didn’t know that the two computers he logged into remotely did not belong to one person. He thought they were my computers. So I think the videos were stolen from my computer.

Yes, I can see it now, but should I? These things must involve many private matters that Na doesn't want others to know. If I read them, I would become a peeping Tom like Long Xiaoqi! This goes against my usual principles in life. I am always proud of my inner openness and integrity, and at the same time I despise people with obscene and dirty thoughts. I am particularly disgusted by those who are secretive and defensive when dealing with friends.

"I copied the videos out of curiosity, but after a quick look I realized that the matter was very complicated and involved many people."

Long Xiaoqi lowered his head and said, "These contents are too exciting and shocking for me. I guess you will not let me go, so I went to discuss with that classmate whether to keep these videos."

My curiosity was aroused by his words. In this age of advanced online pornography, what kind of content would make him feel "exciting and shocking"? Without much hesitation, I made up my mind: first take a look at the contents of these videos, and then keep everything confidential for the parties involved.

I am no saint when it comes to temptation.

The computer was opened on the coffee table. Long Xiaoqi skillfully controlled the computer and found a file from many binders to open it. There were three video files inside. He clicked to open the first paragraph, double-clicked, and full screen.

The image is very clear and can be judged to be taken very closely by professional equipment. The camera was held in someone's hand and would shake a few times from time to time. The picture suddenly turned from the ground to the ceiling, and then pulled back. Na's figure flashed through the camera, as if she was bent over and doing something.

A man's voice: "Baby! Look at the camera."

The sound seemed familiar, as if I had heard it somewhere. The camera was fixed immediately. Na looked at the camera and asked, "Are you okay? You have changed a few angles. Are you doing well?"

She was in front of her, full of dishes, and red wine had been poured into the exquisite high-legged glass. In the camera, Na stood on the left, and to her right was her own bed.

I have seen this bed. It is very large and has a huge classical backrest. The upper part of the backrest is a huge mirror. The mirror at the head of the bed is self-evident. I immediately thought of the subsequent scene: two lovers who are close to each other eat and drink in the bedroom, then go to bed, and use a video recorder to record the entire process of sex.

It's really interesting and romantic. But they would never have thought that the camera at this time had turned into the eyes of Long Xiaoqi and I peeping.

I suddenly remembered Yan. I had such a proposal, but Yan refused without hesitation and said, "Why are you so naughty! You can do this kind of thing secretly, so why do you have to take pictures? It's so shameless! I want to pat yourself, I won't take pictures."

My heart felt a little sad, that was the sweetness of the past! Conservative and stubborn, even between husband and wife, be decent and ladylike.

Now what?

A man's back appeared in the camera. He spread his fingers, combed his hair, and said, "Look at me, right? Tell you, I have taken photos many times, and who has never taken photos of me? Have you forgotten? The first time with you, you cried in pain. I still have the video I took at that time!"

He walked to Na, hugged her head and kissed her on the face: "You were so pure at that time, like a flower bud."

Na seemed a little unhappy and pushed his head away: "At that moment? I am an abandoned wife now. If you don't do these things for you, you should abandon me!"

The man smiled and said, "How could that be! You are much more sexy now than before, and you are more feminine. I can't even love you enough, so why can't I bear to let you go?"

Na curled her lips: "I don't want to listen to this if you want to hug."

The man went up and hugged her waist again: "What do you like to hear?"

"I like you're tired of playing with me, so let me have a quiet place. Oh... I hate it... Why did you pinch my nipples with such great strength? It hurts so much..."

Na's collar was stripped open and the man's hand reached under the bra. Na frowned, her expression on her face was very painful: "Stop... Stop you... It hurts really..."

The man chuckled and pulled out his palm, turned his body to face the camera.

I saw a familiar face!

Tong!

I never dreamed that Tong would appear in Na's room. What is his relationship with Na? From the conversation between the two, we can judge that the intimacy between the two is definitely more than ordinary lovers! Does Na know about him and Yan? I must know something, otherwise she wouldn't be so sure that Yan loves me!

Who is Na? What exactly did she hide from me? My mind was in a mess and I couldn't figure it out.

Tong in the camera wiped the camera with something, opened his mouth, yelled on the camera, and continued to wipe it: "Baby! Go and bring that bottle of aphrodisiac..."

With a "bang", Na's voice came: "Isn't this on the table? I've brought it to you long ago!"

Looking at Tong in the camera, my question was never solved: when I saw him in the elevator, he was dealing with a bald head, and Tong at this time had hair just like what I saw in the photo before. In other words, his head shaving should only be something in this month. According to the habits of a middle-aged man, he usually does not make much appearance changes.

But this is just a little bit among many questions. The relationship between Na and Tong is what I want to understand the most! She didn't seem to respect Tong very much, but on the contrary she was a little contemptuous. In terms of Tong's status in society, even as his lover, Na could not be so presumptuous! Judging from the behavior of the two, it is obviously not just a supporting relationship.

Tong picked up a small bottle of liquid on the table, opened the lid and dripped a few drops into a cup containing red wine, and then put away the bottle. There were three wine glasses on the table, but he didn't move the other two. Na next to him said to him, "Enough is enough, too much!"

Tong looked at her, with a lewd meaning on her face: "It doesn't matter if you have a little more, it's better to be safer. I like to see the most serious and good-looking women in good family look."

He took out something from his pocket, pinched one and put it in the wine glass. The moment the thing fell into the wine glass, it could be distinguished that it was a white pill. The red wine in the wine glass was foaming, and the pills swayed and slowly sank in the red liquid.

Good woman? He meant Na? Although Na gives me the feeling of being dignified, beautiful, generous and decent, judging from the photos taken by Long Xiaoqi, it seems that Na's behavior is not that appropriate to say that it is a good woman. When I thought of this, my heart trembled for no reason, and suddenly a little uneasiness came to my mind in the blur. This feeling became stronger and stronger, but I couldn't grasp it and couldn't tell me why.

Both of them left the room one after another. There was no sign of activity in the camera. Occasionally, there were a few conversations between Tong and Na, but because the distance was too far, I couldn't hear clearly what I said.

After about ten minutes, the picture did not change at all. Long Xiaoqi and I sat quietly without moving. If someone operated the computer and dragged the fast forward button, these ten minutes would pass quickly. I think Long Xiaoqi may have viewed it before and was mentally prepared, so he was not so impatient. Maybe it was due to my fear of me and I dared not act easily. I also want to see the picture below. If you ask Long Xiaoqi, he will probably give me a clear answer! I even told me the content information in the other two videos, but my mouth was closed tightly, and I couldn't and didn't want to ask him. If I operate the computer myself, the ten-minute silent moments would pass immediately. But for some reason, I didn't have the courage to do that. My hands were clenched into fists, my palms were wet and sweat, and my heart was all raised to my throat.

Even in front of the operating table, I wouldn't be so nervous! I don’t know why I’m nervous, but I have a vague premonition deep in my heart. This feeling makes me feel very uncomfortable and is so oppressed that I can’t breathe. "Maybe it won't be as bad as I thought!"

I kept repeating this sentence in my heart, even though I didn't even know what I had imagined just now!

The doorbell suddenly rang, followed by Na's sound of opening the door. A few seconds later, a woman's slightly surprised and uneasy voice came into my ears: "Ah? Your house... it turns out there are guests!"

The sound is very light, and I am very familiar with this sound. I even need the "ah" in front of me to determine that this is Yan's voice! At this time, I suddenly understood what I was afraid of in my heart before. Yes, this is what I least want to see and hear! Yan's appearance in Na's room means that the next video content will be related to her, which means that Na knows that Yan is my wife. In other words, she was deceiving me from beginning to end!

In other words, the family tragedy I told her that day was planned by her!

Na's voice: "This is my boss, I came to see me specifically, and I didn't expect it! Come in..."

Tong's voice: "Ah... Hello, where did the fairy come from? I thought Na was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen before. Birds of a feather flock together. Tonana's blessing opened my eyes today! I saw another peerless beauty..."

The original alert and uneasiness in Yan's voice were replaced by pleasure and shyness: "Well... Hello, I am not as beautiful as Nana. You really know how to praise people! I just sit for a while and leave, Jia Jia is sleeping alone at home."

Na: "How can that work? Boss Tong said he would leave after a while. I'm the only one left! Otherwise, go and bring Jiajia over so that we can feel more at ease."

Yan: "No need, I'll go back and see her later."

Tong: "Stop standing, go in and cook, the food is almost cold."

Na appeared in the picture and blocked her body a chair first: "Boss Tong has just arrived, so I added a wine glass temporarily. It's better to meet by chance than to make an appointment. Don't be restrained, come... and sit..."

Tong followed and sat on the chair on the right: "It's really a blessing for me to meet such a beautiful lady by chance! Come on, sit down..."

The two of them cooperated very well, and Yan naturally sat on the chair in the middle: "Ah... there is still wine? This... I can't drink. I have a small alcohol capacity and it's easy to get drunk."

Na smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if you drink a glass. This is the red wine I have treasured for several years. Good red wine is beautiful. You can drink a few more glasses."

It can be seen that Yan was still hesitant. Red wine was her usual favorite, and her alcohol tolerance was not very bad, but Na and Tong were still relatively unfamiliar to her, so she instinctively refused.

Tong Hena picked up the wine glass at the same time, and Na said to Yan, "Come on, let's have a drink for me, the birthday star! My parents died early, and no one celebrated my birthday. I'm very happy that two people can come at once."

Tong touched the wine glass and Na gently: "Happy birthday!"

Yan also picked up the wine glass and clinked Na and was about to send it to her mouth, but Na said, "This glass must be bottomed out! Whoever doesn't finish drinking it will be anxious."

Tong smiled, with a joking voice in his words: "For the sake of the beauty, I can go to death if I die of drunkenness."

Seeing Yan in the picture drinking the glass of wine, my heart also sank. I really hope Yan doesn't drink that glass of wine, or leave immediately after drinking it. But I knew very well in my heart: Yan's cheating and my pain had already started with that glass of wine. I don't know whether to comfort or be sad. Yan's first time was designed by someone, which was a carefully arranged trap! In other words, my wife at this time is still the Yan who loves me.

Chapter 07

Yan wore an emerald green floral hanging back dress, her white and round arms were completely exposed, and her wrists were wearing her favorite Hotan mutton fat jade bracelet. I clearly knew that the inside of the bracelet was engraved with my name and Yan. This was the token I gave to her at the engagement ceremony. At that time, I deeply believed that my love with Yan would always be as clean and flawless as jade!

Yan's skin is no exaggeration among all the women I have seen. The skin is delicate, smooth, tight and dense. Although this is related to her usual careful care, the most important thing is the natural physique of Jiangnan women. Because they don't like sports, Yan's skin color tends to be porcelain white, which is exactly what she is most proud of! When she was in college, she worked as a hand model for several months and took flat promotional photos for several famous jewelry companies. If it weren't for her conservative parents' strong opposition, Yan might have entered the modeling industry before she met me.

"If I had been a model at that time, I might have become a beauty pageant champion, or I might have singed, made TV and filmed, and I might have been very popular! Husband, look at my legs... so straight and beautiful..."

When Yan said these words, she had full of confidence and pride on her face. She put her high chest on her waist and lifted one of her long legs in front of me.

Yan's legs are indeed very beautiful. I have paid attention to almost all the women around me, and I have never seen a pair of legs that are as straight, slender and almost perfect as Yan.

So Yan's closet has short skirts, and what she likes to do the most is to wear sexy and seductive short skirts and go shopping with me. No matter how charming and delicate Yan is at home, she becomes completely personal once she goes out. She is as proud as a princess and never glances at the man who looks back at her. She knew that the eyes of those men were on her legs and chest. She understood how charming she was. Even if she didn't have to look back, it would not prevent her from enjoying the happiness and satisfaction brought to her by the stunning passers-by.

Tong sat next to Yan, watching her talk to Na, and interjected a few words from time to time. Most of the time his eyes stayed on Yan's legs, and even if he looked up occasionally, his eyes would fall on her chest. This bastard could no longer hide his lust and greed. From his strange smile, he could easily guess that he was eager to try. At this time, Yan was already the prey he was about to get!

Yan didn't know anything and didn't notice Tong's expression. She and Na were chatting and laughing, looking very comfortable.

Tong is very good at complimenting women, and speaks without being arrogant or impatient. He not only praises the beauty of the two women, but also does not let his flattery seem numb.

Women like to listen to others’ praise. I used to think that was not important. I think love is expressed through actions and does not need to be repeated in words all the time. But seeing Yan's kindness facing Tong Shi made me suddenly realize that Yan is also an ordinary woman! Those sweet words that are insignificant to me have great lethality to Yan. As long as Tong interrupts, Yan will respond to him. Although she is very sensible in language, she cannot hide her favor for Tong.

A few glasses of wine passed and the atmosphere began to become harmonious. Yan's face was already flushed and she began to smile constantly. It was obvious that the medicine they put in the wine had worked. Otherwise, with Yan's alcohol volume, even a bottle of red wine would not have been like this. At this time, the topic of discussion was also transferred to the love between men and women.

At the beginning, Na started with herself, and the topic was transferred cleverly, and it seemed very natural to transition from emotion to sex. Tong didn't interrupt and sat quietly listening. Yan was half leaning against the table, holding her cheek with the back of her hands, watching Na talking in a daze, as if she was completely unaware that there was a man next to her who was very strange than ten minutes ago. Na began to describe in detail some scenes of her having sex with a man, including bed, bathroom, living room, balcony, and even office and outdoors. During this period, I would occasionally ask Yan if she had tried it?

Yan shook her head slightly, her face turned redder, and I saw some surprise and curiosity in her eyes. Yan is indeed naive about these things. Na's descriptions made me a little surprised. As a doctor, I know the structure of the human body well. Every part of the human body is no longer mysterious. I prefer natural fusion when dealing with sex. I think that only people who love each other deeply will have true feelings flowing when having sex, so there is no need to study those tricks and postures.

Yan's first time was completed under my guidance. Although I didn't have much sexual experience at that time, Yan was obviously satisfied with my performance. After four years of marriage, I have never been tired of my wife's body, and Yan has never expressed dissatisfaction with her sex life. I attribute all this to our love and growing relationship between husband and wife. At this time, Na's story was like suddenly pushing a door open in front of Yan. The world in the door was something she had never seen or heard of. Even if it were me, there were some methods and techniques, which I had only heard of or only watched in A film.

I have never tried Style 69 with Yan, have never had oral sex, have never had anal sex, and have not been perverted to seek excitement in open air or even public occasions. I don't think I need it, and I don't think Yan needs it either.

Na's story became more and more explicit. She began to call women's sexual organs "cunt" vulgarly and directly call men's things "dick", while simply using "fuck" to replace the actions during sex.

These are the most straightforward and colloquial titles for sex, and they are all unfamiliar and novel to Yan. Except for the swear words that Yan has heard by chance, she has never heard any such "swear words" in my mouth. If it were on other occasions, I think Yan would definitely choose to leave immediately! In her concept, not only shouldn't be said, but she shouldn't even listen. But at this time, Yan had no intention of leaving at all. Her attention was focused on Na's narration, almost ignoring Tong's existence.

Judging from the angle of the lens, the camera should be installed near the TV, slightly higher than the desktop, so from the lens, you can see Yan's legs that are close together under the table and tilted to one side, and the hem of the skirt covers the upper half of her thighs. This is Yan's most commonly used sitting position, which can not only ensure that it does not leak light, but also looks more ladylike. At this time, Yan's legs were tilted to one side a little too much, and the inner side of her knees rubbed slightly from time to time, as if she was trying to make an effort to get a commotion in her body.

Tong still didn't interrupt at this time, but his hand reached under the table, landing on Yan's exposed thighs, which seemed casually but very accurately. Yan's legs shook significantly, and then quickly flashed to the other side. Her face also stiffened for a moment, revealing some uneasiness and hesitation. She turned her head over and looked at Tong Yi, her lips moving, as if she wanted to speak, but she looked at Na again and finally closed again.

Although his legs got rid of Tong's hand, because the two sat very close, Tong's hand did not retract it, but continued to move it. This time, because Yan's legs were tilted towards Na, Tong's hand could not touch the exposed part, so he pressed it on the base of her thighs covered by the hem of her skirt. Before Yan reacted, she had already started to rub and press it slightly.

Yan's face turned even more violently, her eyes kept blinking, and her legs moved again under the table, but because the amplitude was too light, she did not break free from Tong's palm. Yan did not look back at Tong this time, but instead covered up her hands and continued to face Na. It can be seen that she was trying to remain calm, pretending to listen to Na's speech seriously, but her expression became a little panicked. She pursed her lips at a loss, and held the palms spread flat on the table, holding them helplessly.

Tong's palm continued to stroke Yan's legs, and the strength and range gradually increased. The hem of the skirt has been rubbed into a messy way, and there are more exposed parts of the thighs. The hem of the skirt is still being pushed over, and the pink underwear between the legs can be vaguely seen. Tong's entire palm was already touching the exposed leg flesh and began to squeeze hard. When his fingers were pressing hard, he could clearly see his fingers sinking deep into the leg flesh. And Yan, except for occasionally moving her legs to try to break free, she did not have any obvious resistance!

Na continued, "Actually, this is just a matter between men and women. To put it bluntly, it's nothing. If you can be open-minded, the difference between going to bed and having sex and shaking hands is just a few more moves! I have had sex with many men, some talk about feelings, some talk about deals, and some even do nothing, just like it! Women also need it. Even if they marry their husbands, if their husbands make me unhappy, I will still steal..."

"How can that work?"

Yan looked at Na in surprise: "Women need to respect and love themselves. If they just want to be with others...what...will people think of you? Nana, you are not married yet, others can't say anything about you, but if you marry someone, you should be loyal to your husband! Well...if...if...if...if...if you betray the marriage easily, get...

What is the meaning of marriage? "

Just as Yan said these words, under the table, Tong's hand suddenly penetrated between her legs. Yan's legs suddenly clamped up, clamping his palm between her legs. Yan obviously didn't want Na to notice Tong's movements. Although her voice became a little strange due to the sudden invasion, she was still trying her best to restrain herself. Looking at Na, he reached down the table with a hand towards Tong and pulled Tong's arm.

Tong seemed to have become accustomed to Yan's reaction. He accurately figured out Yan's psychology and said calmly: "Haha! Nana's concept is really open! What she says makes sense. You are not wrong. Loyalty to marriage and loyalty to her husband is also a quality worthy of praise. After all, enduring desire is a very difficult and painful thing."

His words seemed to agree with Yan's position, but the fingers below hooked Yan's underwear. When Yan pulled his arm hard, the underwear between her crotch was hooked and lengthened, and the rubber band was pulled out between her legs.

Yan was still pulling hard, and Tong finally took off her underwear. With a "pop", the pulled underwear bounced back between her legs. It seemed to be popping into Yan's position. Yan suddenly shook her whole body and blurted out "Ah".

Na pretended to be concerned and asked, "What's wrong?"

Tong looked at Yan in a slight manner, with a bit of teasing in her expression to see how she answered. Yan stammered and replied to Na: "No... nothing, I... just amazed at what you said..."

Tong smiled, "Well, so do I. I have never heard of her theory before."

He stood up, came behind Yan, and suddenly made an intimate move, hugged Yan's shoulder, pressed his face to her ear, and said softly, "You said you would not betray your marriage, but if I told you, I have liked you from the first time I saw you! And I liked you so much, what should you do?"

Yan didn't expect Tong to say such words in front of Na, and suddenly became panicked and pushed Tong to the head on her face at a loss: "Don't... don't do this... You and I are Nana's friends... Don't do this... You are drunk..."

Na looked at Tong Heyan, her voice full of temptation: "Look! Yan is so charming. As soon as she met, Boss Tong was attracted by you! Our Boss Tong is a very high-sighted person. He wouldn't look at Ye more often! To be honest, I really envy you. I have been secretly in love with him for a long time. If he likes me, I would be willing to give him anything."

Yan's face was already purple and red. She looked at Na helplessly, with the meaning of asking for help in her eyes: "Nana, you are drunk, how can you speak like this? I'm here to celebrate your birthday... Mr. Tong... let go..."

Not only did Tong not let go, she hugged Yan's neck further, buried her nose between Yan's hair, and took a deep breath: "What a fragrant smell! It's exactly the same as what I smelled in my dream, and you looked like, which grew out of the way the goddess in my dream..."

There will be no smell in the dream! I know this clearly. Tong is talking nonsense! This despicable bastard is seducing my Yan with such bloody words. How could this kind of person who only a little girl who is in love believe it? Yan won't believe it!

But my heart was trembling cold because I had known the result a long time ago. The result is: Yan really cheated!

My Yan is not so naive! I shouted powerlessly in my heart.

To my surprise, Yan was really not confused. She stood up all of a sudden. Although she still looked a little helpless, she firmly pushed Tong away. Said, "I...I'm leaving..."

She felt danger and eager to leave.

Tong laughed a few times, reached out and hugged Yan in the waist. His arms were very thick, and Yan seemed to have lost any weight in his arms. She screamed in surprise and struggled with her arms waving. But Tong had no resistance in such struggle. He hugged Yan easily and walked to the edge of the bed. He threw it hard, and Yan was thrown on the bed with her back on the sky and earth. The soft mattress bounced her body a few times, and the hem of the skirt was lifted up and turned to her waist. His legs were completely exposed, and the narrow purple-red underwear inside was also exposed.

Na turned her head, looked at Yan on the bed, and exclaimed sincerely: "Your legs are so beautiful!"

Yan quickly flattened the hem of her skirt with her hands, and curled up at the same time, saying to Tong in an almost begging tone: "You... don't do this...I am a...husband! I...I love him very much!"

Tong did not jump onto the bed to suppress Yan, but watched Yan tidy up her clothes like a cat and a mouse. He reached out and touched his feet in high heels, and said, "Your feet are so beautiful! It's a beautiful work of art! I dare say that in this city, you must not find a second pair of feet like you."

Yan was still trying to convince Tong: "You...you must be drunk! Everyone is adults, so be rational! Nana...stop Mr. Tong!"

Na stood up, walked to Tong, hugged Tong's waist from behind, and said, "I'm rejecting you! Why don't you come to confess to me? I've liked you for a long time. The way you command your subordinates to give orders in the company is really attractive to women! As long as you want, I can give you anything..."

Tong didn't say anything, staring at Yan straight, with an obsessive and meaningful expression: "I have never confessed myself to a woman like this, but when I see you, I can't control myself anymore! I want to hold you in my arms and protect you! If I can have you, I am willing to give up my current wealth and status, including my life! Baby! Do you understand what I want to say? Do you understand my fanaticism at this time?"

Yan seemed a little confused. Her thinking seemed very confused, but her hands were on guard against her chest and looked at Tong pitifully: "I...I'm not as good as you said! I...I have a husband! I...I love him very much! Nana...is also very good. She is very beautiful. You...you...let me go back..."

Since childhood, she has lived in a safe environment, and it is obvious that she doesn't know how to deal with the danger.

She was still trying to communicate with Tong, trying to convince and persuade the man in front of her. I don’t understand that what I have to do now is to get up and run out of this dangerous room!

Tong bent down and stroked Yan's thighs with one hand from the connection between Yan's thighs and buttocks. When he reached the exposed thighs, his fingers and skin seemed to touch him in a slight way: "To me, you are my goddess! There will never be a second goddess in this life! If you let go of you, my life will have no meaning..."

Yan's legs swayed a few times because of itching. She wanted to avoid Tong's fingers and said anxiously: "No, Mr. Tong, you just drank too much. After tonight, you will wake up..."

Tong looked at Yan and suddenly said, "You rejected me because you don't want to betray my husband or marriage. So, let's make a game and let God make the decision. Do you think it's okay?"

Yan looked at Tong in confusion without answering. She blinked her eyes, as if she was so scared that her body was trembling. She only knew that she curled up and instinctively protected the position of her breasts.

"We need lust to make decisions!"

Tong Bubu hurriedly said, "You just need to stay in this bed and watch Na and I have sex. I promise not to touch you! If you don't touch me on your own initiative, after Na and I are over, you can still maintain your loyalty to your husband, which means we really have no fate. I will give up on you forever. From now on, I will treat you as if I have never met you and will never bother you again!"

Yan looked at Tong, her eyes full of confusion. She seemed to have never expected Tong to say such things.

Chapter 08

Tong looked at the camera with his face facing sideways, his mouth slightly raised upwards, and he was smiling!

This smile is the devil's smile.

Na put her head on Tong's back, closed her eyes and murmured, "I will always be your woman. I am willing to let you do it. Even if you let me be your slave, I will give up all my self-esteem without hesitation and obey all your orders..."

Tong ignored Na, and continued to stare at Yan: "What? Don't you dare? If you don't doubt your loyalty to your husband, if you have enough confidence in your love, you can completely resist the temptation of any desire on you!"

Seeing Yan's expression hesitation, he continued to lobby: "I know you are afraid of such a test, because deep in your heart, there is the idea of ​​betraying marriage and husband, but you just don't dare to admit and face it. You understand yourself that your loyalty is actually fragile and cannot withstand even a small, slight impact..."

"No!"

Yan retorted Tong, her lips pursed tightly, and the original hesitation on her face turned into firmness: "I have never thought that way before! I love my husband very much. You were wrong. I am not that kind of woman..."

Tong smiled silently and looked straight into Yan's eyes: "So, do you agree with my proposal? In that case, our agreement will take effect from now on. I will be your test piece to test your firmness and loyalty to marriage and love. And what you have to do is just defense and perseverance, and resist the impact of lust..."

Yan immediately felt that she was being surrounded by Tong's words, and immediately shook her head quickly in panic and refused: "No! I don't do such a thing, I'm going back now! Ah... Why am I dizzy... I'm drinking a little too much... Mr. Tong, you...you...you let me go home..."

"You don't know how touched I felt when I saw you!"

Tong said slowly, "It can be described as fanaticism and obsession! I can do whatever it takes to get you, so you should cut off my love and intentions for you. If you leave like this today, I will never give up on you. I will pursue you frantically, not considering that you are a woman with a husband, not considering how your husband reacts, I will bravely compete with him for your love. And your future life will never be able to do without my entanglement. Have you ever thought that at that time, your peace will be disrupted, and you will face not just me, a fanatical suitor. You also have to explain to your husband, you have to defend your neighbors, and you have to endure people who don't know the truth, pointing fingers behind your back, because they will not believe that I have nothing to do with you, they will think that you must have had some kind of innocence with me..."

Yan widened her eyes in surprise and was stunned for a long time. She obviously had never expected Tong to say such a thing. She said cowardly: "Tong...Mr. Tong, this is... impossible... Well... don't say that, how can this be..."

Her thoughts were obviously a little confused. She raised her hand to mold her face, but her other hand still covered her chest tightly: "It's just the first time we've seen... I...I'm not as good as you think..."

I don't know what Yan said is impossible, whether it is to question Tong's so-called love at first sight or his ridiculous proposal. But it could be seen that she was still trying to resist. In order not to expose the underwear between her legs, she clamped her legs and tilted to the side. Her feet, which were wearing shoes, also shrank on the bed, her whole body was tense, showing a vigilant posture.

Na behind Tong listened to the conversation between the two, but did not interrupt, but her hands were untiing Tong's trousers' belt! She moved very quickly. Before Yan could understand what was going on, Tong's pants and underwear were suddenly pulled to the bend of her legs.

The erect penis was completely exposed, facing Yan straight, and the penis suddenly freed from the pressure of the underwear, and it was still swaying up and down with the popping inertia.

Yan screamed in surprise.

There was a table in front of the bed, and Tong Hena stood next to the table, and then there was a dressing table against the wall. If Yan wants to leave this room, she must get off the bed and pass by the two of them. Judging from Yan's expression, she undoubtedly did not dare to approach these two crazy people, so she could only curl up and retreat to the corner of the bed.

Na's hand grabbed Tong's penis and slowly stroked it. Her hands were very white, and the purple-red glans passed through the white and tender palms, and emerged from the tiger's mouth again and again. Na tilted her body, poked her head from Tong's arm, and said softly to Yan, "Look! This is the lifeblood of another man. Have you seen it? If you haven't seen it, you can compare it with your husband to see which one is bigger and thicker!"

Tong turned his hand and groped Na's buttocks, twisting it a few times from time to time. His laughter showed an indescribable evil: "No woman I have ever seen has said it well! It is not only good at seeing, but also useful!"

Two shameless people!

A burst of anger burned in my heart, causing my whole body to tremble almost uncontrollably. Looking at Yan who was wandering and helpless on the bed, my heart felt ache. If possible, I hope I could rush over and pull my wife back from the hell of the beginning of the fall. If possible, I hope I can go back to that day and kill these two dogs, men and women! I clenched a pair of hands that had saved countless people, and for the first time I wanted to use it to kill people.

Tong's penis swelled bigger and thicker, and raised upwards and was surrounded by a confused and helpless Yan. What made me even more heartbreaking was that Yan was actually looking at Tong's lower body. Although her face was already red and her eyes were blinking uneasy, she was indeed watching Na's hand caressing Tong's penis!

Tong pulled Na to her and kissed her face and earlobes. He deliberately kissed her loudly, and then pressed her body down. Na lowered her body knowingly and actually knelt on the ground. Tong said to Yan on the bed, "Although I was kissing her just now, I was thinking of you in my heart. If you can accept it, I am willing to kiss you with a pious heart of ten thousand times, my goddess!"

Yan subconsciously shook her head, her red cheeks as if they were being baked by fire.她又用力地蜷了下雙腿，將自己縮成了一團，彷佛怕被什么可怕的怪物吃掉一樣。

娜把佟的陰莖握緊，用力地向根部捋過去，包皮被完全拉得展開來，碩大的龜頭因為被擠壓而顯得更巨大猙獰。佟舒服地「嗯」了一聲，深深地吸了口氣。

娜吐出了舌頭，在龜頭下端的棱角處輕輕抵舔，每舔一下，陰莖就被刺激得向上跳動一下。然后她的舌尖來到了龜頭頂端，在馬眼處微微地碰觸一下，頭就向后退開，舌尖沾到了馬眼上的液體，被拉出一根細長晶瑩的絲，淫穢地懸在空中微微顫抖。

佟的手按住了娜的后腦，把她一點一點地往自己胯下擠壓，同時挺了一下臀部，陰莖就整個埋沒在娜的嘴里。他邊挺動著身子，讓陰莖在娜嘴巴里緩慢地進出著，邊看著嫣，說：「你看，我的雞巴現在她嘴里了，可我卻是想象著它在你的嘴里！你的小嘴兒真性感，一定像蜜糖一樣的甜美！」

嫣本來因為看得出神而微微張開嘴馬上緊緊閉上了，臉上現出厭惡的神色。

但是目光卻沒有轉開，繼續看著那淫穢的一幕，同時挪動了一下小腿，把一只手搭在了自己的大腿上面。

這樣的口交我和妻子從來沒嘗試過，嫣總是回避探討此類的話題，她固執地認為：把精力過分傾注在這些事情上面，那是墮落的表現。從父母那里傳承的教育，讓嫣本能地排斥性愛，雖然在床上和我一起纏綿的時候，她也會表現出享受和興奮，但還是會不自覺地抵制和壓抑自己。曾經我也給她看過性愛的片子，試圖激發她的欲望。可她一看到口交的畫面，馬上就會轉頭離開，對我說：「真惡心！你怎么看這些下流東西？」

而現在，鏡頭里，我的妻子，卻在目不轉睛地看著一幅她平時想都不曾想過的真實淫亂畫面！佟有些變態地用力將陰莖往娜喉嚨深處插，根本不顧她已經露出的痛苦表情。偶爾會聽到陰莖在嘴里抽插時發出「咕唧咕唧」的聲音，陰莖拔出來時，上面沾滿了娜來不及吞咽的口水，在燈光下閃閃發亮，更多的口水被帶出來，順著陰莖流到陰囊上，再滴落下來，拉成一條長線，一直垂落向地面……

我看了一眼旁邊的龍小騎，他目光直直地盯著屏幕，臉上肆無忌憚地寫著少年對性的向往。此時的他，似乎已經忘記了，坐在他身邊的我就是這場戲里女主角的丈夫，他嘴巴張著，完全沈浸在畫面帶給他的刺激當中。

佟用雙手抱住了娜的頭，用力把她按在自己胯間，整根粗大的陰莖硬生生地完全塞進了她嘴里，娜的雙腮被撐得鼓了起來，陰囊也緊緊貼住了她的下巴。在佟用力挺動陰莖的時候，可以看到陰囊被帶著一同收縮向上提起，而佟的嘴里也發出舒服的哼哼聲，聲調有些放肆和怪異，他咬著牙，從牙縫里擠出了一句話：「啊……我操……這一下最爽……你現在別動……」

娜這會兒根本就不能動！她的臉完全被佟按得埋在腿間，以至于幾乎無法順暢地呼吸。唯一能做的，就是痛苦地發出幾聲斷斷續續的呻吟，這呻吟卻不像男歡女愛時那種銷魂的呻吟，而是真正無法忍受陰莖在喉嚨里沖撞而發出的干嘔。

靜止了一會兒，佟才放開娜。娜馬上長長地出了口氣，連續咳嗽了幾聲。她的臉已經被憋得通紅，眼淚也被嗆了出來。她仰頭望著佟，眼神里充滿了迷戀和渴望，完全看不出之前的屈辱和痛苦了！邊喘著氣，用近乎癡迷的語氣說：「你的雞巴真大！我不行了……我下面已經濕了，你快操我吧……」

如果不是親眼看到，誰都無法相信這樣粗俗不堪的話，會從一個高雅文靜透著書卷氣質的女人口里說出來！在這個瞬間，我對這個女人的感覺，除了怨恨和憤怒，在心底深處，竟有了一種隱約的恐懼：這是怎樣一個恐怖的女人！在我和她見面的時候，她還是個天使，而此刻，卻突然展示了她瘋狂如魔鬼的一面。

佟熟練地往下脫娜的衣服，幾下子就將衣服扒了個精光，娜赤裸裸地站著，用一雙手托住豐滿白皙的乳房，對著佟叫：「來摸我……來操我……」

佟踢掉了腿上的褲子，說：「好，寶貝兒！我這就來干你！我就喜歡操淫蕩的女人。」

他說這句話的時候看了嫣一眼，臉上掛著毫無廉恥的笑容。上去粗魯地推了娜一把，娜就一下子仰面朝天躺到了床上，佟雙手抓住娜兩腿分開來，把腿間的陰部完全暴露出來給嫣看，說：「你所認識的娜娜，端莊賢淑，站立坐行都保持著一個高貴女人應該有的矜持！可是現在你看，她所擺出的姿勢卻如同蕩婦，她這里流了這么多水兒，迫不及待地想要我來操她！可這并不代表了她天生淫賤，我操過了她以后，她穿起了衣服，依然還是原來那個舉止高貴談吐文雅的淑女。」

「所謂的貞潔操守，并不是人生來的本性，而是先人用來愚弄我們的托詞罷了！人之一生短如白駒過隙轉瞬即逝，可偏偏還有人絞盡腦汁想要讓我們壓制了天性混沌度日。你嫁了丈夫，要對他忠貞，卻一定沒有想過為什么要忠貞不二。大家都說是對的，你就信了，只因為你從小就被人灌輸了這樣的思想，認為壓抑了自己的欲望那就是偉大和高尚。其實認真去想一想，才真的是可笑！哼哼，那些天天喊著仁義道德至上的人，私底下自己卻是比誰都更無恥淫賤！」

娜用手撫摸著自己的乳房，轉頭對著嫣：「妹妹！要我選，我只要快樂。我才不理會那些狗屁規矩，你看，我喜歡這個男人，就要他來操我，不去管他有沒有老婆，也不去管他到底是不是真心愛我，眼下我開心了，舒服了，才是我現在所需要的！」

佟把娜的雙腿扛在了肩膀上，用手扶著陰莖在她兩片陰唇中間上下滑動，對她說：「你告訴我，你現在多想我操你？你告訴我，你到底有多淫蕩？」

娜喘著氣，膩聲回答：「我現在就是想被人操，你也行，別人也行，隨便什么人，哪怕我根本不認識，只要他有雞巴，只要現在他能硬起來，我都愿意讓他干！我有欲望的時候，眼里沒有男人的相貌和愛情，我需要的，只是一根雞巴……」

佟看著嫣，把陰莖慢慢插了進去，對嫣說：「你看，這才是女人真正想說出來的話，你不敢說，就算你心里真的想，也絕不肯說出來！其實女人愛男人，就是愛的這一根雞巴而已，如果你丈夫沒有了這根東西，你的愛也一樣會慢慢的消失不見！男人愛女人，也是用雞巴來表現的，無論怎么樣的贊美和追求，到最后還是要用生殖器來完成表達！」

「我愛你，所以就想要操你，想象現在操娜娜一樣把你壓在身下用力的干。我們雖然自喻為高級的人，可男女之間的愛，還是和虎狼禽獸一樣只不過是追求著交配！」

嫣向后挪動了一下自己的身體，在做這個動作的時候，雙腿不自覺的摩擦了一下，她的目光還停留在佟和娜下體相互連接的部位，有些吃力地說：「不，不是的！你說的不對……我……我們不是禽獸……」

她似乎在努力控制著自己，手抱著自己的肩，五指用力抓著手臂。

佟開始在娜身上抽插，動作緩慢地把陰莖從陰道里拔出來再送進去，讓嫣清楚地看到整次抽插的過程。然后用低沈的聲音問：「你有沒有過，在和丈夫做愛的時候，心里卻想象著他是另外一個男人？」

嫣全身震了一下，眼中流露出一絲恐懼，拚命地搖著頭：「沒有……我沒有……」

佟笑著，伸手抓住了娜的乳房，使勁揉搓著：「你確定？你不用回答我，只要坦率地回答你自己就好了！你穿著漂亮的衣服，在大街上行走，身旁的男人都會看你，你一定知道那些目光里是包含了什么意思，可是你并不反感，而是坦然接受。其實你在享受那些不良的企圖對不對？那就是你的欲望，只是你自己從來不肯承認罷了！你和所有的女人一樣，內心深處都希望更多的男人被自己吸引，在你幻想和一個陌生男人做愛的時候，你一定會很興奮，比你丈夫干你更讓人期待！」

嫣還在搖著頭，卻搖得有些無力。她眨著眼睛，似乎在想著怎樣反駁佟，但是她的思維明顯有些混亂，在佟一下又一下逐漸加快抽動的時候，她始終沒有反駁一句話出來。而在她身邊交媾的兩個人，赤裸裸的扭動著身體，肆無忌憚地糾纏交接。

佟的速度開始越來越快，兩人下體連接的地方傳出「呱唧呱唧」的聲音，娜的臀部被擠壓著，臀肉隨著佟劇烈的動作顫抖，她毫無顧忌的大聲呻吟著，拉長了那種讓人聽了臉紅心跳的聲調。佟沒有再和嫣說話，他開始沈重的喘息，喉嚨里發出「嗯嗯」的聲音，像是個拉船的纖夫，正把一艘欲望之船一步一步地拽入港口。

在兩人的注意力都集中投入到了做愛上面，不再理會嫣的時候，嫣的表情才顯得輕松了一些。她的身子依然蜷縮著，不過護著胸部的手臂卻放了下去，撐在了床上。床的震動十分劇烈，她試圖籍著手臂的力量來保持身體的穩定。

佟快速地抽動了幾分鐘，才長舒了一口氣減緩了動作的頻率。他身下的娜被剛才激烈的撞擊帶動得興奮起來，似乎不滿足佟此刻的力度，她用力挺動著自己的下體去迎合佟，搭在佟肩上的雙腿向上繃得筆直，連腳尖也舒展著，一邊喘息一邊對佟喊：「快……再來！像剛才那樣操我！我舒服死了……」

佟并沒有響應娜的要求，而是伸出了舌頭去舔她的小腿，另一只手繞過他的大腿去按住陰蒂的位置快速地揉搓起來，同時竟然用中指和自己的陰莖一起插進了娜的下體。娜全身猛地一抖，尖叫了一聲，一把抓住了嫣的大腿。

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