Chapter 78: Daughter Red

Xue Bing was helping my mother clean up the bowls and chopsticks. Seeing me come back, she smiled and said, "Aunt went back?"

I said, "Went back."

My mother pulled me aside and pointed to Xue Bing, "How to arrange tonight."

I said, "Or I will send her to the hotel to open a room later."

My mother immediately opposed, saying that she had already arrived at her own home, and it was not worth spending that unjust money. Men don't plan to live, and asked me in a low voice: "Have you been together?"

I smiled awkwardly and said, "Mother, nothing."

My mother nagged, "This girl, she is good. Diligent, and beautiful. She is also a teacher, eating state grain, Feng, you have to care more about her. Women need to be coaxed, she is happy, she will follow you wholeheartedly. What does a man want? A career outside, a good wife at home, a hot meal to eat when returning home, enough."

I nodded in agreement, reached out and pulled a white hair from my mother's hair, and suddenly found that I couldn't pull it out no matter what. My mother's hair was already gray, and the youthful years slipped away quietly on her hair, and the corners of her eyes had been engraved with aging wrinkles. This daughter of a wealthy family was now not much different from a village old woman. The decades of wind and rain carried on her hunched back made her completely forget the carefree years when she was like a flower.

My eyes were red, I helped her sit on the chair, and asked Xue Bing to pour a glass of water.

Xue Bing agreed cleverly, holding the cup with both hands and handing it to my mother.

My mother held her hand, looked at her with infinite love, and said, "Teacher Xue, Chen Feng will be entrusted to you in the future. He, looking tall and big, actually his heart hasn't grown up yet, he is still a child. Look at him, he hasn't returned for a few months, he hasn't even made a phone call, leaving his old mother and old father at home. But I don't blame him, he is a man, a man should focus on his career, he is busy with his career, I understand." My mother took the water cup, turned her head and scolded me, "In the future, when you have a family, you can't be like this, a man, no matter how busy, must remember that he still has a home, home is a man's responsibility."

Xue Bing was moved to tears, hugged my mother's shoulder, and said softly, "Aunt, don't worry, Chen Feng is very good to me."

My mother smiled with relief, turned back and shouted into the room, "Old man, bring my bracelet."

My old man happily took a green bracelet, my mother took it, pulled Xue Bing's hand and put it on, saying, "This bracelet, it's something passed down from my mother's mother, Chen Feng has no sisters, in the future you are my own daughter. Mother passes it to you now, you have to pass it on from generation to generation."

Xue Bing's eyes were red, and a layer of mist surged up, and a tear fell down, dripping on the bracelet, rolling down like a pearl.

"Aunt... I..." She blushed, hurriedly wanted to take it off and return it to my mother.

My mother grabbed her hand and said, "You still call me Aunt? Dislike it?"

Xue Bing stammered, acting shy for a long time, before a word finally emerged from her throat: "Mother." After saying it, even the roots of her neck turned red. She let go of Mother's hand and shyly hid in my small room.

Mother gave me a look, signaling me to follow her in. I gave the two elders an apologetic smile, pushed open the door, and walked inside.

Xue Bing was sitting on the edge of the bed, carefully stroking the bracelet, her eyes full of smiles. Seeing me come in, she hid her hand behind her back and said, "Why did you come in? Get out, I want to rest."

I ignored her, sat down beside her on the bed, reached out to pull her into my arms, and gave her face a fierce kiss.

She giggled, reached out to tickle my armpits, and we rolled into a ball on the bed. Outside came the sound of Mother coughing. Xue Bing held a finger to her lips and laughed secretly.

We lay side by side on the bed, looking at each other. Xue Bing shyly wanted to look away, but I held her face in both hands and said affectionately, "Wife, I love you."

She closed her eyes happily. I leaned in and kissed her mouth.

She stretched out her arms to wrap them around my back, her tongue dancing playfully in my mouth. Her skin was as smooth as grease and whiter than snow, so delicate it seemed it would break at a touch. Her beautiful hair was draped down, covering half her face, making her look incredibly soft and charming.

"You must be good to me," she murmured, a mist of water rising in her eyes again: "Thank heaven for sending you to me."

She stared into my eyes and said, word by word, "Feng, will you love me for a lifetime?"

I nodded affirmatively, but the shadow of Meizhu appeared in my mind, followed immediately by the overlapping shadows of Jin Feng, Wu Qian, Sister Yuebai, Hongyan, and Pan Xiaoqin, swirling in my brain like a revolving lantern. My heart tightened. Could it be that I still loved them?

Xue Bing let out a soft moan, buried her head tightly into my chest, and wrapped her arms even more tightly around my back.

I lowered my head, my lips searching for her cherry-like mouth. She met me, loosened her arms, and lay back languidly.

I half-lay over her, holding her body, while my other hand went to undo her buttons. She didn't move, letting me slowly open her clothes. Her shy face was covered in two blushes, her eyelashes trembling slightly. Her muscles were visibly tense, her legs clamped together nervously, and her delicate appearance left me intoxicated and mesmerized.

I kissed her earlobe and whispered in her ear, "Wife, I'm coming."

She didn't move, breathing slightly, her orchid-like scent diffusing throughout my small room.

My hand felt her back, and without hesitation, I unhooked her bra, leaned my head forward, and buried it in her chest.

Her chest, which felt like mountain peaks, made it almost impossible for me to breathe. I was greedy, my hands full of her soft skin. Suddenly, my expression became dazed; I wished I could completely merge her into my own body.

After kissing for a while, I let her go, struggling to calm the agitation in my heart.

She opened her eyes, looking at me with a dazed expression, and said, "Feng, what's wrong with you?"

I smiled faintly and said, "Bing'er, I can't."

"Why?"

"I haven't officially given you a wedding yet."

"But I already have one in my heart." She shook the bracelet on her wrist and said, "This is an heirloom of your Chen family. Now it has been passed to me. Hehehehe, if you dare to be disobedient in the future, I'll use family law." She chuckled, pulled up her clothes to cover her chest, and lay lazily on the bed—a vivid and alluring portrait of a beauty.

I got up to leave, but she grabbed me and said, "Feng, I want to." After saying this, she shyly buried her head in my chest, not daring to look at me again.

I deliberately teased her, saying, "What do you want?"

She twisted her body shyly, and beneath her unbuttoned clothes, a patch of snow-white chest was revealed. I sat back down, covered her peaks with both hands, and before my eyes, it was as if I saw a field of lotus flowers in full bloom.

Outside the room, it was already silent. My father and mother had long since quietly hidden in their own room, filled with anticipation that a seed would sprout in my room.

A burst of excitement, a burst of pain, a burst of murmurs, a burst of spasms.

My small room was filled with the beauty of spring, and an incomparably charming peony flower bloomed on my bed. It was like a jar of thousand-year-old daughter-red wine, the liquor slightly red, its hidden fragrance striking the nose.

In this moment, we achieved the ultimate nirvana of man and woman.