As Fangfang k!ssed me like that, I was utterly stunned. I had never imagined she would take the initiative. My breathing grew increasingly ragged, and before I knew it, I wrapped my arms around her, drawing her into a deep embrace as our l!ps met.
Fangfang was the most beautiful w0man I had ever laid eyes upon—youthful, radiant, enchanting, and remarkably perceptive. For the past two days, she had consumed my every thought. As I k!ssed her, I savored the fleeting warmth of our connection.
In the time that followed, we no longer confined ourselves to the living room. Fangfang and I retreated to the bedroom, as if it were now our private world, one we wished no one could intrude upon.
“X-Xiao Nan.” Fangfang’s voice trembled with nervousness. Her cheeks were flushed, her b00bs rising and falling rapidly with each breath. She was clearly as agitated as I was—and I, too, felt a profound tension. Moments alone with Fangfang were so rare; at times, I even wished time itself would halt, allowing us to remain together forever.
Time passed slowly. Just as I prepared to advance further, Fangfang hesitated, a subtle resistance in her movements. For some reason, it seemed a barrier lingered in her heart—she was reluctant to let our intimacy progress so swiftly. Perhaps she feared my affection was not genuine, merely an instinctive response born of prolonged solitude.
“What is it?” I asked, puzzled, gazing at her. Her delicate hand now clasped mine, as if to restrain my next action.
“X-Xiao Nan, please don’t. This isn’t right. What if your cousin returns? What then?” Fangfang spoke with evident anxiety, her expression mingling tension with a trace of worry. Her words drew a quiet sigh from me.
She was correct, of course. Should our intimacy escalate and my cousin discover us, the situation would be irreparable. Moreover, Fangfang was his fiancée; though they were not yet wed, she was effectively his intended bride. If anything transpired, and my own wife learned of it, the humiliation would be profound. I would find it impossible to hold my head high among our relatives.
Such thoughts were rational, yet beholding Fangfang’s exquisite beauty before me, I found myself torn. She had undeniably stirred something deep within my soul.
“He probably won’t return so soon,” I ventured uncertainly, desperate to seize this final chance.
“But what if he does? How could I ever face it?” Fangfang replied, her tone laced with embarrassment. Though her presence rendered me nearly uncontrollable, her concerns held undeniable merit.
“T-Then what shall we do? We can’t simply linger like this forever—and besides, you leave tomorrow.” My voice carried a note of urgency. Time alone with Fangfang was scarce; once she departed, opportunities to see her again would vanish.
“I-I’m marrying your cousin on National Day. Before the wedding, our local customs prohibit the bride and groom from meeting. We should have another chance.” As she spoke, her face turned a deep crimson, and her flawless silhouette drew my gaze despite myself.
“B-But right now, I just… I want so desperately to be with you!” I confessed again, my hands encircling her once more, hoping she would grasp the depth of my longing and the precious brevity of our time together.
“N-No, we can’t. Xiao Nan, please—not now!” Fangfang swiftly pushed my hands away and began straightening her cl0thes.
It was hardly surprising that she felt so restrained. This was my home, after all, and my cousin would undoubtedly return. Should he catch us, no explanation would suffice.
Just as I considered speaking further with her, the sound of the living room’s security door echoed through the apartment. Fangfang and I hurried out of the bedroom to find my cousin standing there, his face etched with displeasure.
“Cousin, what’s wrong? In a foul mood?” I asked, my brows furrowing.
“Yes, Jiahao, did the business deal fall through?” Fangfang inquired, her gaze puzzled.
“Damn it all, she stood me up—absolute b*stard!” my cousin exploded, his anger barely contained.
“W-What? Stood up?” Fangfang’s expression shifted abruptly.
I knew the truth, of course. I had lured him to Happy Valley with my alternate account, then redirected him to Jiading, before deleting him entirely from my contacts. It was no wonder he couldn’t locate anyone.
“I’m furious—women like that are utterly unreliable!” he grumbled, storming into the bedroom in a few strides. Fangfang followed closely behind.
A sharp *bang* resounded as the bedroom door slammed shut, followed by muffled voices.
“Ah, Jiahao, what are you doing?”
“The h*ll with it—I’m pissed about being stood up. Just let me vent on you!”
“Y-You, what are you—Xiao Nan’s home!”
“If you know he’s here, then keep quiet. Have some sense!”
From their exchange, it was evident my cousin had returned from his failed rendezvous intent on taking out his frustration on Fangfang. Fortunately, nothing had transpired between us moments earlier; otherwise, he might have uncovered everything.
Soon, unseemly sounds emanated from the room. Pretending to step out, I had no desire to involve myself further. I reserved a private room at a nearby seafood restaurant and, estimating the timing, placed a call to my cousin.
“Xiao Nan, where are you? Why aren’t you home?” his voice came through the line.
“Cousin, I’ve booked a private room at the Seafood Pavilion just outside the complex. Come over for dinner,” I replied promptly.
“Hah, you always think of everything. Your sister-in-law and I will head there right away,” he chuckled, agreeing without hesitation.
With their departure scheduled for tomorrow, I shared several extra drinks with my cousin that evening. The cuisine was satisfying, and we both reveled in the meal.
By around nine o’clock, I settled the bill. Fangfang supported my cousin as we exited the private room, and I assisted as well, offering a wry smile.
“X-Xiao Nan, you’ve got quite the tolerance—nearly drank me under the table. But mark my words, I’m not drunk yet. Don’t believe me? Grab a case of beer on the way home, and we’ll keep going!” His words slurred incoherently, and in his inebriated state, Fangfang shot me a covert glare.
Indeed, earlier I had proposed this as a farewell toast—our next drinks would be at his wedding—so we had indulged accordingly.
“Jiahao, slow down,” Fangfang urged.
“Yes, Cousin, get home and take a hot shower. Rest up,” I echoed.
Together, Fangfang and I coaxed him along, but in that instant, I extended my hand, reaching past my cousin to brush against the slender curve of Fangfang’s wa!st.
“Ah!” She stiffened at the touch, her face flushing scarlet as she turned to me, her eyes conveying a mix of embarrassment and quiet reproach.