The big bed was soft and comfortable. There was only a dim table lamp left in the room. The darkness catalyzed desire, and the man's hot body pressed against Tang Xili.
The girl was wearing a thin piece of clothing, with only her two legs exposed as she was covered by the man.
The wet kiss fell again, and the man's big hands penetrated the girl's hair, forcing her to tilt her head slightly so that he could kiss her more deeply.
Strong desire was surging, and on the snow-white wall, two undulating silhouettes were reflected, entangled passionately, and the soul and body were united.
As she wished, Tang Xili heard the man breathing in her ear.
Soul-stirring sound...
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The Mid-Autumn Festival is China's annual family reunion festival.
The bright moon rises over the sea, and we share this moment across the world.
At that time, there was laughter and joy in the three-courtyard quadrangle in the deepest part of Feilongqiao Hutong on Nanchizi Street.
The Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day holidays last for eight days. All the family members, whether local or from other places, have come back and gathered in the living room, sharing their recent situations with each other.
Foreign Minister Lin Suiying and Commander Yong, who were busy with various affairs of state, also returned.
However, Commander Yong only has one day off and has to return to the army tomorrow.
The younger generations in the family helped their aunt bring the delicious food to the banquet hall that could accommodate dozens of people.
After more than a dozen dishes were served, the younger generations came to the living room and called the elders to the banquet hall to eat.
Yong Heting, who was talking with his eldest and third brothers, stood up with his wife Lin Suiying and said, "Let's go eat and talk after dinner."
Everyone walked out, chatting and laughing. When they walked out of the living room and into the dimly lit corridor, Yong Heting paused and asked his wife, "Why hasn't Xiaoxu come yet? It's almost 7:30."
"Oh..." Lin Suiying smiled, "The busy man finally remembered that he has a son?"
Yong Heting was ashamed. Indeed, as soon as he got home, he talked endlessly with his eldest brother and third brother, and ignored his son.
"Haha..." He laughed dryly and leaned close to his wife's ear, "Where has Xu'er been?"
Lin Suiying casually dropped a bombshell, "He's going after his wife."
"Oh, I see..." Yong Heting nodded formally, then realized what was happening and suddenly raised his head, "Chasing your wife?"
He was a little bit incredulous, "Has our little monk returned to secular life?"
Lin Suiying rolled her eyes at him and said, "You are the monk."
Yong Heting did not refute, "I have lived like a monk these years."
Ever since his wife was transferred to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs thirteen years ago, their sweet days ended and they started living like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, only seeing each other once or twice a year, and always in a hurry to meet and part.
"Minister Lin, seriously, I miss you so much." The old man grabbed his wife's hand and, with the help of the light from the corridor, saw that crow's feet had appeared at the corners of his wife's eyes. He felt a little emotional for a moment.
Lin Suiying missed her husband very much, but she was busy with official duties. They were both people who had dedicated their lives to the country, so they didn't have the energy to care about their personal feelings.
Over the years, they not only owed each other, but also owed their only son.
The younger generations around couldn't help but cover their mouths and laugh when they saw that this couple was almost 60 years old and still so sweet.
Noticing the younger generation's snickering, Lin Suiying pushed her husband and said, "We were talking about Xu'er, why are you dragging yourself into this?"
Yong Heting was embarrassed. Indeed, he had gone astray again.
"Where is the girl Xu'er likes? Is it far away? So far away that he can't come home?"
He had no objection to pursuing his wife, but today everyone was back except him, which was a bit inappropriate.
Lin Suiying explained: "In Malaysia, it's quite far away, and I can't come back."
"Malaysia?" Yong Heting was surprised. "A foreign girl?"
Lin Suiying shook her head. "Well, the girl is a pure Chinese, British by nationality, and currently lives in Malaysia. Her family... is a bit complicated."
According to the information provided by Chen Zui, the little girl's life experience was somewhat pitiful.
"Do you know the An family in Xicheng? That girl was originally the daughter of the An family."
Yong Heting couldn't remember which An family it was, but he caught the key words in her words, "Originally? Not now?"
Lin Suiying was unsure, "It's hard to say."
While the two were talking, they arrived at the banquet hall.
A 150-inch TV hanging on the wall in the banquet hall was playing CCTV news.
Old Mr. Yong was wearing a neat dark gray Zhongshan suit, sitting upright in the main seat, watching the news intently.
Home-cooked meals were placed on the large brown lacquered revolving table. The younger generations were already sitting quietly at the table, some taking pictures of the dishes, while others were browsing their phones.
Lin Suiying thought the old man didn't know that Yong Zhixu wasn't coming, so she approached him apologetically and said, "Dad, Xu'er can't come. Chen Zui said he has something important to do..."
When the worthless thing was mentioned, the old man sneered, "Did Chen Zui tell you what happened to him?"
“This…” Lin Suiying smoothed her neat short hair and said embarrassedly: “Xu’er must be chasing after the girl he likes…”
One stone can cause a thousand ripples.
Everyone in the banquet hall turned their eyes to Lin Suiying.
The younger generations were even more astonished. Everyone knew that the third brother was a non-staff member of the Buddhist sect and was truly indifferent to women. His family arranged several blind dates for him, but he always stood up. The daughters of wealthy families in the circle who had gone on blind dates complained about him.
Logically speaking, with Third Brother's family background and appearance, he should have many suitors, but because of his behavior, no one dared to show any interest in him.
What's worse, if he can't get it, he will spread rumors that he is gay. The old man is helpless about this.
"Second Aunt, does Third Brother really have a girl he likes? What's her name?"
The speaker was the youngest daughter of the third family, Yong Qingfang, the cousin of Yong Zhixu.
Lin Suiying smiled and said, "I just heard about it, it's not certain. You can ask your third brother later."
As she spoke, she called her sister-in-law, Professor Ye Qingwu of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, to take a seat. "Teacher Ye, please take a seat."
Ye Qingwu pulled a chair for her, "Minister Lin, please sit down first."
Old Master Yong was very pleased to see that his family were all pillars of the country. He stood up, picked up a glass of wine, said some toasts, and then announced the start of the meal.
The younger generations in the family all put down their cell phones in unison and picked up their chopsticks to eat.
Everyone was talking and chatting, the atmosphere was warm and joyful, and it was very lively.
But the An family in Xicheng was desolate and silent at this moment.
On this day in previous years, the house would have been in chaos due to a few young people, but this year.
Looking at the empty house and the dining table filled with delicious food but no one eating, Mr. An covered his face and cried bitterly.
An Minghe, who had just recovered from his castration, was also filled with sadness. The physical and mental torture he had suffered in the past few days had turned his hair white overnight and his body hunched over, making him look like a walking corpse.
Mrs. An, who is paralyzed and unable to speak, cries every day.
Not to mention Gu Yuqing, who witnessed her son's heart being ripped out with her own eyes. She had nightmares every night and hated Tang Xili to the point of madness.
"Haven't you found Minghui yet?" asked Mr. An.
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