Traditional Chinese Medicine Orthopedics Manual

Jin Guangyao's body visibly stiffened. This place, this atmosphere, and the most important thing is him. It's too embarrassing for me to mention such a thing in front of him.

But if it wasn't for him, I would never have told this story.

Just like I don't complain about my poverty in front of people who love to show off their wealth.

"Last time I told you about my brother, but you asked me what happened later, but I didn't tell you," I said softly, "Now I'll tell you."

"I don't care about my father's family property. Later, he was admitted to university and reached the legal working age, so he left quickly and didn't have to stay in that house."

"The only thing I can't let go of in that family is my brother."

"My brother wants to come to me, but his mother won't let him come."

"I want to go and see him, but my mother doesn't want to—my mother has never cared about me in her life, and if she has any opinions on this matter, she just doesn't want me to befriend that woman's child."

"That's why we, a brother and a sister, want to meet and have an affair... Both of us have to hide it from our families and meet in another city."

I felt a tighter hug on my shoulders, and my listener pressed my forehead to his chin.

"The last time he went to my company, it was just at the end of the year, and our boss frivolously insisted on pouring me alcohol. He helped me stop a lot. So when I went back, I was quite drunk."

"I took him back to the house I was renting. He was lying on his back on the bed and I was just going to loosen his tie. Instead, he pulled me down and lay on top of him."

"To be honest, he was really drunk, and although I was a little dizzy, I knew in my heart that he was my brother."

"But I didn't refuse..."

"So..." I shrugged, "that's the whole thing."

Jin Guangyao smiled and whispered something in my ear.

Not blaming, not judging, not understanding or comforting.

He gently asked three words: "Is it comfortable?"

My face suddenly burned red.Sure enough, in the dark night, it is easy for people to take off their disguise.

Although I was inexperienced at that time, the alcohol had an anesthetic effect, diluting the pain, and instead I went crazy all night.

The whole thing has become a stain on life, an untouchable dark side, dirty and unbearable.

But what if time stopped at that time?

As the poem asks: If you die at that time, who will know the authenticity of your life?

If you don't look at the before or after, the joy of the moment is hidden in your heart and cannot be shared, but it will never be forgotten.

So I grabbed his skirt and drew three times with my fingers on his chest.

We performed three times that night...

He was slightly taken aback, then burst out laughing.

I was so ashamed that I couldn't lift my head, crazy, really crazy, why did I mention the details of my relationship with another man to a man I like, my husband in name.

Then he grabbed my finger and drew another line behind.

I froze for a moment, then my face turned red, no one asked you how are you...

"And then?" he asked.

"And then he died," I answered, my voice flat and dry.

He seemed startled, and let go of my fingers, letting my hand fall.

"He woke up and saw blood on the bed sheet. He hit his head against the wall like he was crazy. I said he was not responsible, but he didn't seem to hear. He just grabbed his hair and called himself a beast."

"I want to tell him that I am willing, but...something always seems to be stuck in my neck...after all, I didn't say it."

"I want to keep him, but he said he couldn't face me, so he stumbled away."

"Walking downstairs, he also regarded other people's cars as his own, and pulled the door hard, making the buzzer of other people's cars buzz continuously."

"I see him like that, I really should stop him."

"He was in a car accident less than one kilometer away from my house..."

"So, in this life, I killed the only person who was good to me without being useful." I looked up at the sky and said with a smile, "Brother, it's my brother. I kept thinking afterwards, If I could also install a buzzer alarm switch like that car, and when I touch it, oops, this person is wrong, and it would buzz loudly, that would be great."

"Actually, I've thought about it too," he chuckled, leaning close to my ear, almost whispering, "Why didn't you give me a restraint between A Su's legs..."

We laughed together.

At this time, in this place, in this subject matter, it is so fucking ridiculous to tell such a nasty joke.

Smiling and laughing, a drop of water fell on my hand.

"This fucking temple leaks rain," he said with a smile in his voice.

I wiped my face and said with a smile, "Well, it leaked to my face too."

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