Tian Wenshan looked at Meijiang. This familiar woman, with her elastic body, long legs, where he once experienced all the joys and happiness of life. He put down the book, took off his gold-rimmed glasses, got out of bed, and walked towards her.
The black lace edges, the white, plump flesh, stimulated his senses and desires. He loved her, and throughout their marriage, she was the only woman. Wenshan reached the bedside and bent over.
Lips met lips, bodies intertwined. She only felt a routine, emotionless sensation. He felt somewhat odd. Tian Wenshan was usually a gentle and affectionate husband, but in bed, he was always passionate, never sparing his strength.
Could he have another woman?
Wenshan wanted to love her with all his might; he had promised that. However, now, there was another he wanted to love. A different kind of love, an illicit affair fraught with danger and excitement. Bingqing, why did you appear?
Meijiang couldn’t sleep, her mind full of doubts and unease. Tian Wenshan, who almost always came home on time, how could he possibly have an affair? The scene of their first meeting flashed in her mind…
The gentle breeze blew, and the petals of the hibiscus fell like snow. The boy standing in front of her had a smile as radiant as sunshine, his warmth spreading a tender affection across the heart of the river. In this harsh era where chance encounters often lead to disasters, he was a refreshing sight.
“Teacher Tian, I am Zhong Wen Shan. Please take good care of me,” he said, looking at her. “I graduated from the same high school as you.”
“Really? I’m sorry, I don’t remember you.”
“Of course not. You were a senior, a beauty, and the famous talent of the entire county. You’ve always been my idol!”
“What?” Her heart skipped a beat.
“I studied hard to get into the same university as you,” he said directly.
He loves me so much, perhaps he’s just too exhausted. Trying to convince herself, Meijiang was about to fall asleep when she suddenly heard a familiar name by her ear.
“Qing Jian, Qing Jian!” It was Wen Shan calling out in his dream, full of longing and deep affection. He was deeply lost in his dream, where he could embrace and love him, forgetting the reality.
