Marriage is long and desires are strong

As the night deepened, Jiang Wei sat on the swing, gently swaying. The evening breeze brushed past her ears, softly ruffling her hair, and a faint, elegant floral fragrance lingered around her nose.

A full moon hung overhead in the inky sky, its bright and gentle light quietly casting a hazy, pale glow over everything around it.

Tranquil and gentle.

She saw Qin Xiaoye wearing a black suit, looking slightly tired, with one hand casually in his trouser pocket, exuding a calm and noble air that was hard for others to match.

Those deep, dark eyes were fixed on her, silently frozen in place, their heavy gaze fixed on her, quiet and profound, sending a shiver down her spine.

Jiang Wei looked up at Qin Xiaoye, her lips curving upwards into a bright and charming smile. Her eyes were gentle and expressive, all the quiet and aloofness from before dissipating, replaced by a gentle and captivating charm.

Qin Xiaoye's eyes darkened slightly, and he took a few steady steps toward her.

The distance between the two instantly closed, and warm breaths wafted over them.

Qin Xiaoye's unique, wild, hormonal aura slowly spread out, blending into the evening breeze and mingling with the faint floral fragrance floating around, creating a layer of warm, ambiguous warmth.

Jiang Wei's swing swung up, reaching in front of Qin Xiaoye, touching his face, and then swung backward along the swing, blending into the night sky.

At that moment, their noses touched, and they could smell each other's scents—one intensely hormonal, the other softly fruity.

Qin Xiaoye, dressed in a black suit, was elegant and dignified, with deep-set eyes and a slight curve in his gaze, as he stretched out his arms.

Jiang Wei laughed and swung vigorously, heading straight towards Qin Xiaoye.

The bright moonlight fell on her, drawing a soft, pale, graceful line in the deep night, carrying the evening breeze and the sweet fragrance of flowers, and suddenly came close to him.

Just as Jiang Wei and Qin Xiaoye were about to collide, Qin Xiaoye scooped up Jiang Wei's waist with both hands and pulled her into his arms.

Jiang Wei's hand naturally wrapped around Qin Xiaoye's neck, and her legs hooked around his waist.

The two were so close that there was no space between them, their warm breaths mingling together.

The evening breeze brushed past clusters of flowers, causing the petals to rise and fall gently, as moonlight bathed them.

The two people embracing each other are enveloped in a hazy, soft light along with the swaying sea of ​​flowers, creating an atmosphere full of tender ambiguity.

Under the starry night sky, behind me swayed a swing and shone a bright full moon.

A gentle breeze carried pale pink petals, which drifted down onto the two of them.

Qin Xiaoye's black suit clashed with Jiang Wei's white dress, creating a striking black and white contrast, adorned with a few light pink flowers.

Jiang Wei smiled sweetly and beautifully, her smile carrying the scent of flowers. She leaned close to Qin Xiaoye's ear, her voice soft, gentle, and alluring: "Qin Xiaoye, what's up?"

Soft lips touched Qin Xiaoye's earlobe, cool lips touched Qin Xiaoye's extremely hot body temperature, Qin Xiaoye's ear felt an electric shock, while Jiang Wei's lips felt a burn.

Both of them felt a tingling sensation.

Qin Xiaoye chuckled softly in Jiang Wei's ear, his warm breath filling her mouth: "I won't."

Jiang Wei was stunned. Huh?

She lightly bit Qin Xiaoye's ear: "Really not going to do it?"

The fruity scent wafted from her body to Qin Xiaoye's nose, tickling him with a sweet aroma.

Qin Xiaoye's voice was hoarse: "Mmm."

He took two steps forward, grabbed the swing, and placed Jiang Wei on it. His gaze lingered on her face for a few seconds, dark and intense.

Jiang Wei felt a tingling sensation when he looked at her.

Confused? What's wrong?

Qin Xiaoye met her gaze, his voice husky: "Are you in a bad mood?"

Jiang Wei was taken aback.

The bright moonlight shone on her face, making her skin appear fair and translucent.

How did he know?

I was clearly smiling.

The swing swayed gently, a breeze blew by, and the moonlight was sweet and soft.

Jiang Wei whispered in the cool breeze, "When I was little, my family also had a swing, and my adoptive father often played with me on it... Later, it was gone."

Qin Xiaoye stared at her intently, took a step closer, and forcefully ran his fingers across her soft, fair face, leaving a rough texture.

He sat down next to Jiang Wei with a "bang," startling her so much that she leaned back, only to be pulled back by Qin Xiaoye's hot, muscular arms.

The two of them squeezed together on the swing, sitting side by side.

The swing swayed gently.

Jiang Wei trembled with fear: "Can you support me?"

He's so big, the rope must have broken by now.

They both fell and landed on their butts.

Qin Xiaoye chuckled softly, "I've played that before, you won't fall, don't worry."

Jiang Wei exclaimed "Ah!" and then seemed relieved: "You play on the swing too? How childish."

She couldn't imagine Qin Xiaoye playing on a swing, uh... it didn't fit.

In her imagination, Qin Xiaoye started working as soon as he was born, remotely monitoring multinational projects on his computer while breastfeeding.

Qin Xiaoye turned to look at her, his breath brushing against her ear: "You like doing things that adults do, huh?"

Jiang Wei tilted her head slightly and said softly, "Yes, why?"

Qin Xiaoye turned his head, his voice indifferent: "I wouldn't do it; I'd be childish."

Jiang Wei was completely confused: "Why?"

Wasn't that what we agreed on? Wasn't this why he came back? Then what is he doing back? Shouldn't he be working overtime? He seems to be at work the whole time.

Qin Xiaoye replied calmly, "You're injured."

The swing swung back and forth.

Jiang Wei said "Oh," indicating she understood. "I'm fine, I can manage."

Qin Xiaoye gave a soft "humph," his voice low and hoarse: "Hold on tight."

Jiang Wei felt the swing begin to swing slowly and quickly grabbed the rope.

The two of them were intertwined, holding onto the ropes of the swing. Qin Xiaoye's arm went through Jiang Wei's waist, and his warm muscles radiated heat onto her skin through the thin fabric of her dress.

Qin Xiaoye was tall and had long legs. He rubbed the ground hard, and the swing swung higher and higher.

Jiang Wei's feet left the ground, and she flew up, with the wind whistling past her ears.

He pressed his side against Qin Xiaoye's, feeling the warmth of his body.

The scent of Qin Xiaoye's hormones mingled with the fragrance of flowers, lingering around Jiang Wei on the gentle breeze.

Late spring, cool summer, a sea of ​​flowers, Jiang Wei closes her eyes.

She took flight.

Time passed between the two of them, intertwining and entangled, eventually bringing them together again.

Jiang Wei felt as if she were floating under the starry sky, in the deep sea.

A cool breeze flowed past my body, like water.

The child who used to swing on a swing is gone; the child who swings on a swing now is gone.

The swing that lay fallen in the dust has now transformed into a swing amidst a sea of ​​towering flowers.

After a long while, the swing slowly came to a stop.

Jiang Wei took a deep breath and opened her eyes.

The tip of my nose smells only of gentleness.

Qin Xiaoye turned to look at Jiang Wei, his eyes gentle, his voice calm: "There will be new and better swings."

"The people who stay with you will also find new and better ones."

"The past was beautiful. But flowers bloom and then fade. Just remember the time when they were in full bloom."

"New experiences will slowly replace older ones..."

"The swings of today can swing higher than the swings of the past."

He reached out and ruffled Jiang Wei's hair, his voice hoarse and low: "Don't be sad."

Soft, smooth strands of hair flowed through his fingertips.

His palms were scorching hot, and the heat radiated down from above Jiang Wei's head, flowing down onto her body.

Jiang Wei's eyes instantly reddened. She swallowed hard and tried to blink back her tears.

Qin Xiaoye reached out and pressed her neck, pulling her into his arms, and whispered, "Cry, don't hold it in."

Jiang Wei's tears slowly slid down her cheeks and onto Qin Xiaoye's expensive shirt, leaving his chest area damp with her tears.

Qin Xiaoye felt the warmth of her breath on his chest.

Jiang Wei rested her head against his chest and choked back a soft sob.

She sniffed and asked in a muffled voice, "Qin Xiaoye, do it? I want to do it with you."