Chapter 68-69

Many years later, when people look back on their first half of their lives, perhaps the most memorable thing is the time in junior high school and high school. Although it is not carefree, compared to the complex future, there are always fewer intrigues and less endless pressure from the inside and outside, which is enough to be called happiness.

In a blink of an eye, my junior high school life ended. As the last exam bell rang, I suddenly felt something had changed from my heart, as if I had shed a layer of shell, leaving a lot of childishness in the shell.

I know that I have to make myself more mature, even if this is so difficult, even if this is the goal that a person wants to achieve throughout his life, for my beloved mother, I will become a pillar that supports this family faster.

The summer vacation after junior high school is very leisurely, and I stay at home and live an ordinary day with my mother. Such a life is quite enjoyable.

Because my mother still attends high school classes, she mostly stays at home during the day. At night, when my mother cooks, I come to help, watch TV together, and sleep in the same bed.

On weekends, we would occasionally go out shopping together. We didn't walk far, but we always talked and laughed, just like newlywed couples.

The results have been issued!

I don’t know who shouted this first, and the originally silent class group suddenly burst into pieces, and one reply after another quickly came up, which was dazzling.

I patted my chest, held the mood that began to tremble, and clicked on the website for checking the results as the announcement.

The website was just blank at the beginning. Perhaps too many people visited it and the server was blown up. While I pressed the refresh button anxiously, I was looking for what I needed to check the results.

It took about an hour to finally log in.

The scores jumped out one by one, and I felt a flash in my eyes for a moment, and finally I finally recovered.

Pull the page to the bottom and carefully read the total score and rankings written. Then I let out a long sigh and felt relieved.

According to the admission line my mother said, I am more than enough to enter their studies, and I even have the hope of hitting a wave of top-notch classes.

I almost cheered when I sat on the chair and walked around for a few times before I quickly sent a message to my mother telling her that I would definitely pass the exam.

After clicking and sending, the excitement in my body has not yet subsided. I just want to continue to share my joy with others. The class group is still in a mess. At this time, I will report the results again, and there are so many people who are eye-catching.

So after thinking about it, I sent it to Zhang Keying. First, I will definitely tell her once, so why not just say it now. Second, I really can't find anyone.

Xiaofei was also checking her grades and told me to wait and talk.

I lay on the chair, letting the roller push myself around, not only for my own efforts, but also for the realization of my mother's expectations so that she can feel at ease.

After a while, I received a reply, and my mother simply replied with a word "Hmm". Although it was very simple, she was followed by an exclamation mark.

Maybe it's in class, so it's not convenient to reply to messages.

Zhang Keying also gave me an old-fashioned systematic expression as usual, giving me a thumbs up, and I don’t know if I was praising me for my good exam or if I had any other ideas.

After a while, it was news from Xiaofei, and she did not perform abnormally, and she scored higher than mine.

She then felt at ease and said that she was afraid that she would not be able to fulfill her agreement if she did not do well in the exam.

I couldn't help laughing when I heard her say this, and replied that the possibility of not doing well in the exam was greater than that of you. Why are you worried about yourself but not worrying about me? Xiaofei posted a tongue-stick expression and said, "I believe you."

After a few days of completing the grades, I will apply for a volunteer. Xiaofei and I had previously agreed to join the key high school taught by our mother, which is the best school in the local area. Now that both of us have passed the line, it will definitely be fine to go to high school together, but it is hard to say whether we can be assigned to the same class.

Speaking of this, I couldn't help but wonder if I would be assigned to my mother's class.

To be honest, if you really want to be taught by your mother, you will inevitably be muttered all day long.

As the saying goes, distance creates beauty, and it is better to be at home. In a serious place in school, the relationship between two people will inevitably be affected.

But that's all a story. The important thing is to enjoy the happiness of the present.

I have already thought about it and let my mother reward me well.

My grades in the last baseline exam were pretty good. My mother unexpectedly helped me with it. So this time, of course I have to ask for more excessive requirements.

While I was thinking about it, I was looking forward to what would happen tonight.

As night came, the window was already silent. The quiet moonlight quietly lit up the boundless night. In contrast to the quietness of the outside world, the faint sound of impact in the room, the friction between flesh against the flesh, the collision between buttocks and hips, the sounds like the joy of fish and water, the sounds like the sound of waves slamming on the peak, and the wetness of the ears being held. This lewd sound that sounds enough to make the girl in the flower season run away with a blushing face is the proof of the spring in the room at this time.

My mother was facing her back to me and raised her butt high. Perhaps out of anxiety, she subconsciously twisted her butt, but it looked like she was teasing, seducing me to possess her, pressing her under her, and expressing my wild and boring love with the most primitive nakedness.

My mother was wearing black pantyhose, with a plaid skirt on the lower body and a black suit and shirt on the upper body.

She lay in front of me, and her skirt fell down, exposing the round buttocks wrapped in black completely, as if the declining petals had grown tempting honey fruits, tempting the hearts of the viewers with their richness and fullness.

I had all my sights taken away by my mother's buttocks, and all I thought about was to touch it, knead her, and vent my desires on it.

The pantyhose my mother wore was not particularly thick, and the black silk covered her legs and buttocks evenly, but it also revealed a bit of flesh color. Compared with the pure black, it looked even more charming.

It makes people unable to help but appreciate, play with, caress, lick, and make closer contact with the ivory-like legs, leaving my unique smell and traces.

Go down the legs, after the slender and smooth calf curve, there is a pair of feet wrapped in black. The black silk feet are even more outstanding. The heels support the stockings, allowing the velvet to outline the entire foot contour. The lines are smooth and natural. Like a light three-foot spring cloud, or a faint crescent moon, the perfect soles make people want to hold them in their hands to enjoy them carefully.

Due to the posture, the two small feet were slightly raised, looking delicate and cute, with an inseparable charm.

I recalled the graceful experience I felt when I grabbed my mother's ankle and forced footwork. I also loved my mother's feet a little more, but today's protagonist is not it, but the legs.

Where a woman's thighs close, she finds a few inches upwards. The secret garden that makes all men flock to. The slightly salty morning dew flows down from it, and there is a warm and tight gentle place, enough to calm every commotion, every heat, every surging, and every desire.

That is the end of the dream, the peak of the mountain, and the illusion that you can't get by day and night.

And a few inches below the private part is the legs. Unlike the invisible vagina, the gap between the legs is truly visible to everyone. It is precisely because it is not far from the private part, so it is easier to imagine. This visible and accessible leg slit is like the last pass in front of the solemn and inviolable secret realm.

Before this, I had masturbated several times with my mother's legs, and my mother turned a blind eye to the point of nothing happened. The past mistake turned into the current righteousness and openness. This time I could invite my mother's resoluteness and let my penis rub back and forth between the black silk gaps, feeling the velvet slippery flowing on my penis, and savoring the different stimulation that was only a line between having sex.

I hugged my mother's high and round buttocks and fucked wildly with a momentum of being about to be swallowed. The impact after another was the origin of the crackling sound in the house.

I felt the pleasure of this plain thigh, and I could hardly help but pat my mother's butt gently. My mother's posture was too pornographic, which made the desire to conquer my chest burn. I deliberately made the twisting a waist bigger, making the impact more obvious, making the thrust more hot, and making my mother fully feel my passionate thrust.

My mother was still lying on her buttocks, but she was no longer as high as before. I secretly applied force on my hand and kneaded my mother's plump butt. The tender flesh rolled back and forth between me, as delicate as clay, and just touching was a supreme ultimate enjoyment.

My mother was blushing at this moment. She felt that her cheeks seemed to be burning. The rest was the kind of indelible heat, which was full of shame. This was not like sex, but was wandering on the boundary line of taboos. The feeling of shame made her feel even more stimulating the experience. My mother felt that a hard and hot giant stick was inserted between her legs, rubbing the most sensitive piece of her legs, and also stimulating her vagina as if it were sticky and dispersed. She was already wet.

She bit her lip and complained in her heart. How could this feeling make her feel? She felt that the cheating of something in her body had been opened, touching her mind like a devil, making her surrender, making her obsessed, and allowing her to completely liberate herself in this desire.

The mother tried her best to control her breathing and suppress the heavy breathing sound, but the superficial manifestations could be suppressed, so how could the heart be suppressed?

The pleasure, the ambiguity, the lingering inside her all told her soul that was about to be conquered. She suppressed her gasp, but she was shouting indulgently in the invisible place.

She regretted it a little, and didn't know why she agreed to her son's absurd request. When she recalled his begging expression in the afternoon, she felt a little reluctant. However, for her now, her son is everything in her life and nothing can match.

She just gave up on her son half-heartedly, but what she had before was like today? She retreated step by step and then she was what she is now.

When the mother faced her son's request, her first reaction was of course to refuse, but she couldn't help but grind him. Just because her son finally got into the school he liked and met his expectations, she finally compromised.

The final result is like this now.

The mother did not realize that she actually did not regret it. Satisfying her son's desire also made her feel satisfied. Loving someone means loving someone wholeheartedly, crying because of him, laughing because of him, and his mood can be conveyed to herself truly.

Just like now, the two people's genitals are rubbing only with a layer of cloth, both of them feel the pleasure like dancing. In the grinding of the skin and flesh, they exchange body fluids and love.

My mother's lower body was already wet, and her vaginal fluid had already soaked her pantyhose like water flooding the golden mountains, smearing the black silk even deeper.

Of course, the pantyhose is not only the love fluid flowing out of the mother, but also the prostate fluid secreted from the son's penis. The two body fluids have melted each other, you have me and I have you, just like their entangled bodies.

I deliberately pressed my glans against my mother's private parts between friction, and pushed them, imagining that I had entered her body and poured my passion into it.

My mother was also influenced by my thoughts, and her reaction gradually became intense. I looked at my mother's face from behind. She seemed to have become blurred. The faint moans from her mouth and the violently shaking chest all added a lot of fire to me.

I know that my mother also felt happiness from it. The originally dry black silk is no longer as smooth as it was at the beginning. It becomes a little sticky after being soaked, but at the same time, it has also become cold and warm. This time the feeling of wrapping the penis is different from my previous experience. However, I have no time to distinguish the difference and just think about how to get more happiness.

I hugged my mother's waist, and she turned over and turned from her back to the front.

Her face was covered with spring redness, and her lips were filled with intoxicating breathing. Her delicate facial features also showed a kind of delicate beauty that she had never seen before, just like the little woman who had just experienced human affairs.

Seeing that my mother was like this, I no longer had any worries. I picked her up and turned into a position where two people sat facing each other.

I pressed my penis against my mother's private parts and shook my waist upwards. The friction was short and fast, and the feedback I received was very strong.

The mother only felt that something was burning in her body, and an irreducible heat completely rolled her in. She gradually became intoxicated by this heat, allowing the flame to take away everything in reality, leaving only a real or false illusion. At this time, her son hugged herself in his arms again, leaning on him, and a sense of security came from no reason. At that moment, she seemed to have forgotten that what was in front of her was her son, but he was her real husband.

The son's cock was outside his vagina, and a thin layer of barrier temporarily blocked the beast, but it was still turbulent, impacting the cage and hitting its heart. The mother felt that her abdomen became hotter and hotter, and her waist became softer and softer. She entangled the man in front of her like a vine, as if she had entrusted everything to him.

The mother now has a little bit of strength. She held her son's back and leaned her head against his shoulder. The two bodies were intertwined tighter. Suddenly, her son's movements accelerated without warning, and the feeling of hitting her hole became stronger and stronger. Although pantyhose was cushioning this wave of attack, the mother could still feel that her son's dragon-like male hormones knocked on her door.

Soon, she no longer wanted to resist, let the tide in her body sweep everything, allowing everything to dissolve and dissipate in these waves. Her climax came, and this continuous and comfortable feeling made her body heavier and heavier, while her soul became more and more relaxed, as if it was flying into the sky.

This strong stimulation made her hand unconsciously grab her son's back. Her force was so deep that it left red scratches.

But his son said nothing. He knew that his mother was about to reach the top, and he just wanted to send her to orgasm so that she could feel the joy of being a woman. Only in this way can he feel satisfied and confidence.

With a very slight Ah, I only felt a sense of dampness and heat coming from my cock. I knew that my mother had ejaculated and her expression seemed to have turned into a butterfly.

This pleasure blurs the boundaries between reality and illusion, and in her world, only pure white is felt.

The mother's body spasmed slightly, her whole body trembled a few times, absorbing the afterglow that had not yet faded, leaned into her son's arms, and adjusted her breathing lightly.

Seeing that my mother had reached orgasm, I stopped temporarily, but it didn't end there. I reached out and reached into the suit and shirt on my upper body.

I wanted to take this opportunity to attack my mother's upper body so that both the upper and lower bodies could be taken care of, so that the service was in place.

After my mother's passion just now, sweat came from her forehead, and of course, the clothes on her body also left messy marks. This look was really cute. I inadvertently slowed down my hands and groped at the location of my mother's huge breasts.

Unexpectedly, the breasts felt softer today than usual. I realized that my mother was not wearing a bra. After a long time of joy, I immediately stroked my mother's breasts. The softer breasts were even more than the buttocks. Before, I touched my mother's breasts with a layer of shell. Although the touch was exquisite, I never felt regretful. This time it was a complete enjoyment.

I kneaded this soft flesh freely, and my mother's huge breasts were a little difficult to control with just one hand, so I concentrated on stimulating it, gently caressed the nipples in the middle with my fingertips, feeling the bulge that was different from the softness.

My mother also reacted again under my caress. She moaned silently. The few ums of um are enough to make people feel sore. This sudden attack activated the pleasure of being about to calm down, making my mother's body more sensitive.

I held my mother's chest with one hand and held my mother's waist with the other, leaning forward slightly, allowing the two of them to press tightly together again.

My head came to my mother's shoulders, and a few drops of sweat fell from the slender jade neck, emitting my mother's delicate body temperature.

I stuck out my tongue and gently licked the sweat off my mother's neck, as if I was gently sweeping over the wool brush.

This gentle and weak itch made the mother's extremely sensitive body become hot again because of this licking. She hasn't had sex for a long time, and hasn't felt such a strong climax for too long. In the past, there were mostly routines between her husband. How could the mother be able to endure the tricks like her son? She could only feel and experience them, but she dared not enjoy this feeling. She was afraid that it would become the key to change everything. The reason in her mind was completely out of place by this confusing emotion. Now she can no longer control it. What about next?

Will it go with the flow and something irreversible?

My mother was a little worried, a little scared. She was afraid that the relationship between the two would change and change in a bad direction. She finally got her own love again, so how could she be willing to watch this love be ruined with her own eyes?

The mother wanted to push her son away and interrupt all this, but what she didn't expect was that she was powerless at this time.

The son's tongue wandered around his neck, as if he had hit acupoints, making him feel soft all over, and he almost fell down like that. Not only that, his nipples were also attacked by his son. That was an extremely sensitive place. After being touched like this, his mind had become like nothing to think about anything and asked nothing. Only waves of electric shock wafted across his spine. The son accurately attacked his weakness, and the mother could no longer resist for a while. Those worries and fears gradually disappeared with the pleasure of making a comeback.

My mother no longer had the time to care about other things, and just felt that she was going to turn into water.

While licking my mother's neck, I not only licked it, but occasionally closed my lips and sucked kisses on my neck, and occasionally covered it with glicate fluid on my lips. In short, I used all the messy techniques I saw from various places.

My mother pursed her lips, as if she wanted to say something, but I was so mean and didn't want to let my mother go.

The attack on the mother's nipples in her hands has never been slackened.

At the same time, I moved my hard cock as hard as iron. This time the collision was not as fierce as before, but gently rubbed against my mother's private parts.

My mother also shrank slightly because of the heat, but she quickly let go again.

She only felt her pussy shrinking, like a welcoming.

After a while, the mother felt a warm feeling coming from her sensitive nipples, and something soft was stimulating the nipple.

The mother never expected that her son would actually hold her nipples in her mouth.

Everyone has done similar behaviors when they were young, but they never had a chance when they grew up. Now that their son’s return to nature makes the mother recall the time when he held his young son many years ago, and now, he actually licked his nipples like this, sucking like a baby sucking milk.

My mother was very embarrassed for a moment and wanted to escape from this ridiculous scene, but now she is a soft lamb.

Finally, the mother put her hand on her son's head. She originally wanted to let the child stop, but the soft and weak push somehow turned completely upside down, turning into holding her son's head and holding her arms, allowing her son to get closer to her plump breasts, and allowing the cunning tongue to stimulate her completely erect nipples more and more. At this time, the suit and shirt had been taken off and drooped on her waist, allowing the mother's proud breasts to be flawlessly exposed to the air. The snow-white jade rabbit was like a crystal snow moan, and her plump breasts stimulating the man's desire. It was the most primitive impulse and the most beautiful yearning.

I sucked my mother's nipples. This is a scene I have thought about day and night. Now it really appears in front of me, making me wonder if all this is delusion.

But the slightly sweet and wonderful taste from the tip of the tongue will not disappear because of this doubt.

I was intimately trapped in my mother's huge breasts, breathing in the fragrance that seemed to be alive.

At the same time, my hands were not idle either. One hand naturally climbed up to the other breast ball, gently pressed it with my palm, and closed my fingers, making the whole palm seem to become a suction cup, tightly grasping my mother's chest.

My mother was held like this by me, and her whole body became stiff, and then she felt like soft mud, and her whole body was pressed against my body, and her plump breasts pressed against my face. It was really an indescribable sense of happiness.

My other hand touched down, continued to explore, and finally came between my mother's legs.

My mother's stockings were already wet, but it also made it easier for me to find sensitive points. Through this thin layer of stockings, I kept stroking them, pressing the slightly traced silk with my fingers, and gently came and went in my mother's private parts.

My mother was unable to extricate herself by my attack, and the heavy breathing sound in her mouth finally burst out, turning into a gasp that could penetrate into her soul.

Those ecstatic moans made my ears itch, and I just wanted to further bully the peerless beauty on me.

My mother was still trying to endure the pleasure from her chest. Although the comfort was deep, it was like a trickle. It lasted for a long time and enjoyed, so that she could still retain herself between her fingers.

But soon the son attacked his lower body, and the stimulation was like an explosion. The vagina, which had already been climaxed once, was more sensitive at the beginning. The mother only felt her son's fingers teasing her clitoris restlessly. He massaged it again and again in circles, and from time to time he clamped the belly of the index and middle fingers like scissors, then loosened it, and used various clever techniques to stimulate his extremely sensitive place.

The mother's mind was filled with the white that was about to appear again. Her breathing became more and more rapid, and in the end she had become a gasp. The long reserve was finally torn apart like a thin stocking after wave of pleasure. Those considerations about right and wrong also became burdensome at this time, and they had to give up.

The mother tightened her legs, and the strong pleasure shook her heart.

Let her resist involuntarily, otherwise she would fall into the whirlpool of anxiety.

Ah, um, little slut... where did you learn these things, Ah, wavy Mother even spoke intermittently, and there was a more childbirth in her voice, as if it was blame and as if it was praise.

My mother's reaction made me feel very comfortable. I further accelerated the speed of my hands. I felt that my mother's legs had tightened and hugged my hands. Her two thighs were softly clamped, which would not hurt my hands, but instead seemed like a soft massage.

My mother only felt that the lower body secreted more and more honey juice, flooding like the rise and fall of the tide. Her clitoris was extremely congested, and even a gust of wind could bring a softness to the whole body.

Waves of waves pushed up the coast, getting farther and higher, overwhelming the previous wave, the mother only felt that an earthquake had begun in her body, and it gradually spread to the periphery from her own place, and then she came to orgasm again. The saturated black silk could not accept the continuous stream of vaginal fluid, which oozed out from the velvet crack, making the air become Qiǎnquǎnquǎn.

Ah Wave Ah... Mother didn't even have the strength to pant. She used all her last strength to hug me tightly, then raised her waist, trembling in waves, her whole body was straightened, falling, straightening, falling, and her huge breasts swayed, her face was as red as silk, and her orgasm also had a different beauty.

I squinted my eyes, feeling my mother holding my head tightly, and her tongue and fingers stopped.

In the end, my mother really couldn't use any force. She leaned on me as softly as bonelessly and lay on my shoulders, as if she was exhausted.

I hugged my mother and gently stroked her hair that was scattered due to the intensity.

My mother was resting slowly in my arms, and I could feel my breathing driving my whole body, gently rising and falling.

Although the mother complained that her son had learned the skills from somewhere, the climaxes conquered her body and her heart. She felt everything scattered and melted at the peak of the bliss.

Although there was still a layer of cloth, it had actually become a layer of veil that was about to break. The distance between the two people had reached its climax in speechlessness. Next time, even if it was real sex, perhaps, the mother would not have any hesitation in her heart.

Women are sexual because of love, and this kind of sexual satisfaction once again feeds back the love in her heart and becomes a beautiful cycle.

There was silence between the two people, and only time that could not be spoken was passed. My mother wandered in the afterglow, and I was thinking about the posture that my mother showed, and felt my heart beating bulging.

It is something that any man is proud of to be able to make the woman he loves the most happy.

After a while, I saw that my mother had recovered from her senses, and I asked her jokingly: Are you comfortable?

My mother didn't look up at me, as if she was covering her shyness. She stretched out her hand and pinched me around my waist. The revenge was too weak, so I just laughed.

I didn't mean to ask my mother, after all, the answer is obvious. Can the words be more realistic than what happened?

So I still want to tease my mother. After all, my mother, who has always been reserved and conservative, showed such a delicate look this time, which is really hard to stop.

I have seen my mother's various beauty, but most of that beauty has a sense of distance, but now it is intimate. How can I not remember it firmly and feel sad about it?

Did you learn these techniques by watching pornographic movies?My mother angrily said that she completely showed a domineering feeling, like a cute deer curled up in my arms, announcing to the whole world that she was my woman.

Of course, my skills are not so simple. I have learned from that strange website and experimented with Zhang Keying. It can be said to be a combination of theory and practice.

How could a mother who hasn't enjoyed sex much be able to compete with me with rich experience?

Of course, I couldn't tell her this, so I proudly straightened my chest: No, I am a little genius, I learned it without a teacher.

My mother looked disbelief. She moved her lips and was about to refute a few words, but this became a gap for me to take advantage of the situation.

I saw my mother's lips slightly open, and her lips were rosy like ripe pomegranate fruits, emitting that seductive smell. Naturally, I kissed her without giving in and possessed her mother's lips a little domineeringly.

My mother hadn't reacted at first, but she also cooperated with me tacitly under my attack. The love between the two of them for each other was conveyed in this deep kiss.

But this time, my mother did not passively cooperate with me as usual. She played the role of her little fragrant tongue, took the initiative to invade my mouth, teased my tongue, and responded to my mother's stubborn intention like a girl.

This kiss is not very long, but it contains all the feelings that have been brewed before. I saw the lake-like love in my mother's eyes, and I thought about restarting that beauty again.

So, my hands touched my mother's big breasts again.

This time I just gently slid around and gently pinched my mother's breasts.

My mother glanced at me in a charming way, perhaps because she was not willing to be outdone, or maybe because she remembered that I had not experienced the pleasure again and wanted to compensate, so my mother took the initiative to hold my cock.

Under the caress of my mother's hand, my little brother who was already eager to try raised his head again.

This time my mother was not as surprised or as usual. She had many experiences familiar with how she should do it.

My mother stroked my cock, and used a light and deep rhythm to rub the blood vessels at the bottom of the cock with her fingertips, gently making my lower body stronger.

My mother's techniques are very skilled than before. The stimulation from her mother is far better than my own control of the rhythm. She can only devote herself to this pleasure. Therefore, I quickly ejaculated and all shot on my mother's thighs.

The white semen crawled on the black silk, giving my mother's beautiful legs a sense of obscenity.

I also closed my eyes and indulged in the aftertaste after the orgasm with my mother. However, the movements on my hands did not stop and still played with my mother's breasts.

There is nothing we can do about you, if this continues... we will really do something wrong.My mother found her reason, and she sighed deeply and complained to me.

However, I could feel that my mother's sigh was not a resistance, but an indescribable regret. Perhaps my mother was also looking forward to something in her heart, but the pressure from reality made her tide.

For me, this is not a terrible thing.

As long as no one knows it, as long as you can pass this level in your heart, what if you violate the ethics of the Heavenly Gang?

Love can transcend space and time, so why should it be limited to the rules set by man?

For me, as long as my mother is happy and as long as my mother is happy, this is my greatest wish.

If my mother falls in love with someone else, I can still find an excuse to make myself give up. But now that things are over, I am just a short shot. How can I retreat decisively? Wouldn’t I become a coward?

All kinds of courage were encouraging in my chest, and I took a deep breath, and said to my mother with the deepest feelings: The person I love the most is you, and you are the brightest light in my life, illuminating the darkness of the night for me. Everyone will pursue their own light. I don’t know what others will do, but I will never give up until the last moment.I love you. In the past, now, and the future will be. I want to bring you more and more happiness and joy that you have not been able to feel, and escape from the misfortune in the past.I believe in myself, I have the ability to do this, and I have been working hard because I don’t want to disappoint you, don’t want you to show a sad expression.Every time you cry, you will pierce my heart like a needle, so I want to protect you, I must protect you.I don’t want to push this responsibility to others, nor do I want to push it to others. I cannot accept other men as your partner, let someone who knows the truth, let someone who doesn’t know the truth, live a life with the woman I love the most.You are still very young, and we will be together for a long time, long enough to reach the end of everything, so I hope you don’t reject my wishes.

I held my mother's hand, and her hand trembled slightly, as if she was patient.

She avoided my fiery gaze, turned her head and didn't know where to look, perhaps struggling in her heart.

After hesitating for a while, my mother made a sound, a very small sound, and if you don’t listen carefully, you will definitely miss it.

Do you want Li Xiaofei anymore?

This was probably the last resistance of her mother. In her heart, Xiaofei had long been the daughter-in-law. Before that, she had never pursued her own happiness. Now she has come to the crossroads of choice, which of course made her feel confused and the problem of ignorance that she had escaped. This time, it was indeed put in front of her.