The Temptation of Neighbors - Chapter 18
I typed for hours straight when I felt a headache, so I stopped typing and lay down on the bed to rest.
Lying down wasn’t doing any good; my brain was still racing.
So I left the hotel and walked around the secluded villa. The villa’s pavilions and towers were bustling with tourists, but the hotel was sparsely populated. It seemed like I was the only one staying there, and the front desk lady had all gone to the villa to help out. Back
in my room, the headache was gone, but I felt bored, so I sat down at my computer and continued typing…
After a while, I checked the time in the bottom right corner of my computer. It was almost 5:00.
I called my wife, Fan Qili, and told her I was going to the countryside with some friends for a few days. She said nothing, believing me, and she’d always encouraged me to get out and about.
I put my phone down. The takeaway arrived, and I ate it alone, without an appetite.
That night, I watched a little TV before going to bed. I slept soundly.
The next day, I returned from a morning run along the mountain path, sweating profusely.
I hadn’t brought any clean clothes, so I showered, washed everything, and hung them out on the balcony. I wrapped myself in a towel and paced around the room, waiting for breakfast.
The breakfast girl knocked on the door and came in. Seeing my topless body, she didn’t scream, but simply lowered her head shyly.
We didn’t exchange a single word. She put down her breakfast and left. I didn’t even say thank you. I watched her leave, closed the door, and then started eating breakfast.
My appetite was perfect after my run, and I devoured a large bowl of dumplings in a few gulps, even finishing the soup.
I sat down by the windowsill. The wind blew outside, and soon the rain began to patter, its drops rustling and pattering on the leaves.
I listened eagerly to the beautiful music of nature, clearing my mind and soothing my spirit. I forgot about writing for a moment.
A rapid knock on the door blended into the natural music, making the rhythm jarring. I thought it was the working girl from earlier, clearing the dishes, but it turned out to be the boss—not the hotel owner, but the beautiful boss who’d covered my room and board—Yuan Yaojin.
She was asking me to do her thing in bed again.
She was wearing more clothes today and carrying two paper bags, a sign that the weather was starting to cool down. I had the air conditioner on in the room, but the rain hadn’t cooled me down.
“Here are two sets of autumn clothes I bought you,” she said, walking over to the coffee table and placing the two bags on it.
“Try them on. If they don’t fit, I’ll take them back and change them later.”
Touched by a small emotion, I gently hugged her from behind and whispered in her ear, “I’m not your husband, why are you being so nice to me?”
She pulled away from my hand, turned around, pinched my nose, and said with a charming smile, “You’re my husband now, my wild husband.”
“Ah, wild husband? What’s the difference between that and my husband at home?” I asked, patting her hip.
“A husband at home is kept in captivity, while a husband out in the wild is let loose.” She spoke with impudence, her eyes sparkled, and the corners of her mouth and eyes were all curved with laughter.
“Is it better to keep a husband in captivity or to let him loose?” I stroked her beautiful buttocks.
“Letting him loose is healthier.” She replied.
“What about a free-range marriage?” I asked again.
“That’s Fan Qili’s theory, I don’t quite agree with it. “
Damn, this Yuan Yaojin has already started to go against my wife Fan Qili. Weren’t they of the same mind before? Why don’t they agree now?
“What do you think?” I hugged her tightly and asked.
“Free-range marriages also have loopholes, otherwise how could I take advantage of the opportunity?” As she said this, she drew a circle center on my chest muscle with her finger, with a sweet smile still on her lips.
“Am I your prey?”
“Yes, that’s a fitting metaphor. You’re a great writer, after all.”
“What kind of great writer am I? I’m just a writer.”
“You’re not only easygoing, but also humble. You’re a truly wonderful husband. I love you so much…” she said, kissing me on the cheek.
“You can’t love me.” I gently pushed her away.
“Why?” She looked stunned.
“It would be troublesome if you fell in love with me,
” I sighed. “What do you mean
?” Her face darkened. “The State Council hasn’t even promulgated ‘one man, two wives’ yet. How can I marry you? “
The cloud on her face suddenly dissipated, and her smile became even sweeter, more charming, and almost succumbing to the temptation.
“Who wants you to marry me?” She twisted around,
her face full of coquettishness. “If the State Council really did promulgate ‘one man
, two wives’ one wife …
“I don’t know about other women, but I know you want to marry me,” I said confidently.
“You’re so conceited. I’m married, how could I possibly marry you?” She said this, but the happiness on her face couldn’t deceive me.
“Marry me, but you don’t have to marry into our family,” I said mysteriously.
“Then, marry where?” she asked curiously.
“Marry into my heart.”
She was stunned for a moment, then, after understanding what I meant, she slowly put her arms around my shoulders, stood on tiptoe, and kissed me on the lips.
I opened my mouth to welcome her in, and she first explored the way with her lips, then inserted her tongue and stirred it in, finally melting completely into my heart…
I peeled her like a bamboo shoot and threw her onto the bed.
Unable to resist the allure of the bamboo shoots, I drooled as I climbed onto the bed and licked them carefully. She whimpered, and a symphony of pleasures began to play in bed…
Outside the window, the wind whistled
, the rain pounded. Inside, the clatter of flesh slammed against each other, the throbbing of man and woman intertwined.
Through her rapid panting, she cried out in ecstasy, like a love song, the melody rising and rising, her voice growing louder and louder…
Finally, in the baptism of love, she sang the climax perfectly, and the symphony slowly subsided, and everything returned to calm.
This was the melody of love, humanity’s most beautiful symphony…
I returned from the bathroom to wash up, and she was still lying in bed, covered with the quilt, motionless.
“Get up, you should go wash too,” I said.
“I can’t,” she clung to the bed.
“Why?” I asked.
“You just injected me with the drug, and it’s all gone as soon as I get up. Is it still working?” she asked animatedly.
“I see you’re going crazy wanting to be a mother,” I said with a smile.
“I do, but I need your medicine to work.” She smiled.
“My medicine is definitely the best, it just depends on whether your body can absorb it.”
“If this course of treatment doesn’t work, I’ll have to trouble you again in the future.”
“You’re welcome. I’m happy to help. I’m always here for you.”
“You’re such a good man.” She praised him sincerely.
“I’m a good man, entirely because you’re a good woman.”
“What do you mean?”
“If an ugly person asked me for this favor, I would never agree, haha!”
She also smiled with her hands covering her mouth. Her smile was so bright that the sky outside the window cleared up, and the sun slowly shone into the house…