Chen Hao and Lin Wan have been married for eight years. They fell in love in university and have been together ever since, their relationship consistently stable and harmonious. Lin Wan is gentle and considerate, managing the household in perfect order. Chen Hao works as a mid-level manager at an internet company with a good income, leading a decent and stable life. They live in a 120-square-meter, fully renovated three-bedroom apartment in the east of the city. The living room is spacious, the balcony faces south, and the sunlight is excellent.
Lin Wan has two younger sisters. The eldest, Lin Fang, is two years older than her, married to businessman Zhao Lei. They have had no children after five years of marriage. The second sister, Lin Xue, is three years younger than her, married for just two years; her husband works in another city and is often away. The three sisters are extremely close, getting together almost every week or two. Lin Fang and Lin Xue often use visiting as an excuse to stay overnight at Chen Hao's house, sometimes for two or three days at a time. Chen Hao initially found it somewhat inconvenient, but seeing his wife happy, he got used to it. With two more women in the house, there was more laughter and liveliness.
This weekend, Lin Wan had arranged early to go with her two younger sisters for a short two-day stay at a hot spring resort outside the city. The day before departure, Lin Fang arrived first.
That afternoon, around three o'clock, the doorbell rang. Chen Hao had just come home early from work and was watching a soccer game in the living room. He opened the door. Lin Fang was wearing a light-colored chiffon dress, her hair slightly loose, holding a small suitcase. She smiled and said, 'Wanwan isn't back yet, right? I arrived first, I'll meet up with them later.'
Chen Hao let her in and helped her put the suitcase in the guest room. Lin Fang sat on the sofa, took the ice water he poured, and they chatted casually. The weather was muggy, the air conditioning was set a bit low, Lin Fang's face was slightly flushed, and occasionally she wiped her forehead with a tissue while talking. After chatting for half an hour, Chen Hao suddenly felt his own body was also a bit sticky, so he said: "You watch TV first, I'll go take a quick shower, I'll be fast."
He was used to being casual at home. Usually when he showered, he would just wrap himself in a large bath towel and change clothes when he got back to the room. This time he had completely forgotten there was a guest at home. After the hot water ran over his body, he dried himself off and casually wrapped a white bath towel around his waist before walking out of the bathroom.
The living room door was half open. Lin Fang was looking at the TV sideways, but her peripheral vision caught him. They both froze at the same time. Chen Hao instinctively wanted to turn away, but it was too late. The vague outline under the towel, his damp chest, and the lingering heat from his recent workout—she saw it all. He awkwardly muttered 'Sorry' and quickly walked into the master bedroom, closing the door.
My heart is beating a bit fast. He randomly found a pair of boxer shorts in the room and put them on; they're so short they barely cover his upper thighs. Just as he's about to go out again, a soft knocking suddenly sounds at the door.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Brother Hao, I’ve got something I want to ask you to help with.” Lin Fang’s voice came from outside the door, a little lower than usual.
Chen Hao opened the door. Lin Fang stood at the doorway, her gaze somewhat strange, sweeping over his body from top to bottom. The shorts were too short, and what was inside, due to the earlier awkwardness and heat, was half-hard, its outline clear. Lin Fang's gaze lingered there for a second, then she stepped forward and suddenly reached out to hug him.
“Help me.” She leaned against his ear, her voice trembling. “I want a child.”
Chen Hao froze completely.
Lin Fang buried her face on his shoulder and continued speaking. Married for five years, she had been checked several times, and the doctor said there was no problem on her side. But Zhao Lei always made excuses and refused to go to the hospital. His mother-in-law called every few days to complain, saying they couldn't have children, making the family atmosphere increasingly tense. Last month, during the night she stayed here, she heard muffled breathing and thudding sounds coming from the master bedroom, which made her whole body warm up. She envied her sister for having such intimacy, and was even more clear about what she was missing.
"I've checked it. There's no problem. As long as... as long as there's a chance." Lin Fang looked up, her eyes a little red. "Brother Hao, help me once. I won't tell anyone. Really."
Chen Hao's mind was a mess. Reason told him this was too absurd, but his body had already reacted. He barely suppressed the impulse, first trying to dissuade her: "Fang-jie, this can't be done recklessly. What if..."
"There won't be any ifs." Lin Fang interrupted him, her tone resolute. "I've already planned it. Just this once. You help me, and I promise to keep it absolutely secret. And... seeing you and Wanwan so 'sex'-ually happy, I also want to experience that feeling once."
Chen Hao was silent for a few seconds. Finally, he sighed and pretended to be reluctant: "Then what if you slip up?"
"Absolutely not." Lin Fang immediately promised, her eyes lighting up.
Chen Hao added another sentence, giving her a way out: 'Actually... I'm not completely without feelings for you either.'
Lin Fang, startled and delighted after hearing the words, immediately leaned in to kiss him passionately. Their lips and tongues tangled together, making it almost impossible to breathe. Chen Hao, ignited by her enthusiasm, pinned her down on the bed and hurriedly began to undo her clothes. The chiffon dress was torn open, and her underwear was quickly stripped away. Lin Fang's body was completely exposed to the cool air conditioning breeze; her skin was delicate, her breasts full, and her waist soft.
Chen Hao first used his mouth, starting from the side of her neck and moving downward. His tongue slid over her collarbone, chest, lingered for a moment on her nipple, giving it a gentle suck. Lin Fang let out fragmented moans, her hands unconsciously gripping the bedsheet. He continued downward, past her flat abdomen, finally reaching between her legs. It was already wet there, transparent fluid slowly trickling down her inner thighs. He extended his tongue to carefully lick, rolling those fluids bit by bit into his mouth. Lin Fang's waist immediately arched up, and she let out louder sounds.
He rolled over and changed into a 69 position. Lin Fang opened her mouth without hesitation, took his fully erect shaft into her mouth, and worked it fervently, making gurgling wet sounds. Chen Hao buried his head between her legs, forcefully sucking at that moist, soft opening, sometimes probing inside with the tip of his tongue to stir it up, sometimes focusing on the sensitive little nub above. Lin Fang’s body trembled more and more; suddenly she let go of him and cried out loudly: “Ah... ah... I’m almost there...”
Her entire body instantly stiffened, her thighs clamping around his head as a surge of warmth gushed out. Chen Hao didn't stop, continuing to probe deeper with his tongue, prolonging her afterglow. Lin Fang grabbed his calf, her nails almost digging into his flesh, letting out several consecutive cries.
Before she could fully regain her composure, Chen Hao immediately turned around, aligned himself with that wet, slippery entrance, and thrust his waist, burying himself completely inside. It was hot and tight inside, with an intense sense of envelopment. He began thrusting, controlling the speed at first but quickly accelerating. The room echoed with the slapping sounds of flesh colliding and Lin Fang's uncontrollable moans.
He changed positions several times: she lay prone while he entered her from behind; then she rode on top of him, moving on her own; finally they returned to the face-to-face position. Each deep thrust made Lin Fang’s cries change pitch. About twenty minutes later, Chen Hao felt he was nearing his limit, so he sped up for a final sprint, forcing himself deep inside and pouring all the scorching hot liquid in. Lin Fang convulsed again, her inner walls tightening around him, and it took a full two or three minutes before she slowly relaxed.
Both of them were panting heavily. Lin Fang kissed him in satisfaction before getting up to go to the bathroom to clean up. Chen Hao also simply tidied up the scene and changed into a clean pair of shorts.
In less than half an hour, the doorbell rang again. It was Lin Xue.
Chen Hao went to open the door, trying his best to keep his face normal. Lin Xue was wearing a loose T-shirt and shorts, her hair tied in a ponytail, and greeted him with a smile. He ushered her into the living room, saying her sister had already arrived first, and he was going to the kitchen to cut some fruit. While cutting the fruit, he glanced sideways and saw Lin Fang lean close to Lin Xue's ear and whisper a few words. Lin Xue first looked surprised, then her expression slowly changed, her gaze towards him gaining a hint of inquiry and amusement.
When Chen Hao came out carrying the fruit platter, his heartbeat was already somewhat unsteady. Lin Fang suddenly spoke loudly, her tone carrying a post-release languor: "Hao-ge, that was really great just now. I want it again. And... my sister wants to join too."
The air instantly froze. Chen Hao almost dropped the plate. Lin Xue blushed but did not refute, only nodding slightly.
The three of them re-entered the master bedroom. The moment the door closed, all pretense disappeared.
This time was even more uninhibited. Lin Fang knelt by the bed first, using her mouth to reawaken his desire. Lin Xue was pinned beneath him, kissed and caressed, soon becoming wet as well. Chen Hao had Lin Xue lie down first and entered her. Lin Xue was tighter than her sister, a bit awkward at first, but she quickly adapted to the rhythm, letting out delicate moans. Lin Fang watched from the side, sometimes using her hand to help her sister, sometimes unable to resist reaching down to touch herself.
They changed positions several times. Chen Hao had Lin Xue use her mouth while he entered Lin Fang; then he had the two lie side by side, taking turns thrusting. Finally, he chose Lin Xue, releasing himself entirely inside her as she reached orgasm. Lin Fang, meanwhile, caught the remainder with her hands and mouth until he went completely soft.
After it was over, the three of them went to the bathroom for a quick rinse. In the steamy mist, there were occasional intentional or unintentional touches. After cleaning up the scene and changing into regular clothes, it was almost evening.
When Lin Wan returned, the sky outside had just darkened. She entered carrying large and small bags, saw both her younger sisters were there, and happily called everyone to eat together. Chen Hao went to the kitchen to heat the dishes, and the family sat around the dining table, chatting and laughing. Lin Wan talked about the hot spring trip plan. Lin Fang and Lin Xue occasionally exchanged glances, then quickly looked away. Chen Hao appeared calm on the surface, but inside, the lingering warmth and tension from the afternoon remained.
After dinner, Lin Wan went to take a shower first. The two younger sisters sat in the living room, and Chen Hao sat opposite them. The air still seemed to carry an indescribable lingering scent. Lin Fang suddenly whispered, 'What happened today... ends today. We'll talk about it another time if there's a chance.' Lin Xue nodded, her cheeks still faintly flushed.
That night, Chen Hao lay beside Lin Wan, listening to her even breathing, but couldn't fall asleep for a long time. The physical memories were too vivid, but his mind kept warning him of the risks. Yet when he closed his eyes, the scenes from the afternoon still appeared before him.
Over the next few months, life outwardly returned to calm. Lin Fang and Lin Xue still came to stay occasionally, but less often, and their attitudes were more cautious. Once Lin Fang stayed over alone, and the two of them again did it in the dead of night. Lin Xue, meanwhile, during her husband’s business trip, found an excuse to stay at the house for two days, and the two of them also had a deeper entanglement. Every time they were careful, and after each time they repeatedly confirmed that no traces would be left behind.
Later on, Lin Fang first told her sister that she was finally pregnant. The whole family was happy for her. Although Zhao Lei had a complicated expression, he didn’t say much. Two months later, Lin Xue also announced the same news. Lin Wan held the hands of her two younger sisters, tears in her eyes, and said that at last they all had children. Chen Hao stood to the side, a proper smile on his face, but inwardly he knew the true origins of those children.
No one pressed for details. Nor did anyone know what exactly had changed during that stuffy weekend afternoon and the few secretive nights that followed. Chen Hao would occasionally think of those scenes in the dead of night: how Lin Fang tightly clenched him, the force with which Lin Xue gripped his arm at climax, and that thrilling, dangerous pleasure when the three of them were together.
Days passed one by one. After the children were born, both families became busy. Lin Fang and Lin Xue still occasionally visited Chen Hao's home, but there was an extra layer of understanding in their eyes, known only to each other. Lin Wan continued to manage the household gently, completely unaware of the intense and secret entanglement that had once existed between her husband and her two younger sisters.
Chen Hao sometimes wondered if things would have been different if he had rejected Lin Fang back then. But whenever the night was deep and quiet, the lingering memories deep within his body would gently surface, reminding him that choice was irreversible. The city's night remained clamorous, and beneath the surface harmony of this family lay a passion and secret that would never be spoken aloud.
Chen Hao sometimes wondered if things would have been different if he had rejected Lin Fang back then. But whenever the night was deep and quiet, the lingering memories deep within his body would gently surface, reminding him that choice was irreversible. The city's night remained clamorous, and beneath the surface harmony of this family lay a passion and secret that would never be spoken aloud.
Life moved forward.
Lin Fang's child was born in late autumn. It's a boy, named Zhao Chen. Zhao Lei seemed happy on the surface, but Chen Hao could always see a hint of complexity in his occasional silence. Lin Xue's child was born in the spring of the following year, a girl named Lin Yunran. Both children were healthy, with loud cries, and the family was busy preparing and taking care of them. Lin Wan was so busy that she was overwhelmed, preparing postnatal meals and helping take care of the child, losing a circle around her waist, yet smiling happily.
Chen Hao stood outside the delivery room, listening to the commotion inside, his heart filled with mixed emotions. He clearly remembered those nights, remembered how he had sent the burning substance into both their bodies time and again, and also remembered how they tightly bit his shoulders when they climaxed. But now, when these two children were brought out, everyone only saw the joy of new life. No one questioned the bloodline, and no one doubted.
In the first week after discharge, Lin Fang came to Chen Hao's house with her child for a short stay. During the postpartum period, Lin Wan volunteered to help. Lin Xue also brought her daughter over, and the crying of the two little babies filled the whole house. At night, after the children had fallen asleep, the three women sat in the living room, whispering softly. Chen Hao sat by, scrolling through his phone, occasionally looking up, he could catch brief glances from Lin Fang or Lin Xue. Those glances contained fatigue, satisfaction, and a little bit of warmth only they could understand.
One night, Lin Wan went to sleep first. Lin Fang said she couldn't sleep and wanted to go for a walk. Chen Hao followed her to the balcony. The night breeze was a bit chilly, and the lights of distant high-rises stretched into a continuous line. Lin Fang leaned against the railing, her voice very low: 'Brother Hao, thank you.'
Chen Hao did not answer immediately. After a few seconds, he said: "As long as the child is healthy, that's good."
Lin Fang turned her head, her eyes appearing a bit wet in the night: 'I know this is wrong. But every time I see him, I think of that afternoon. When you held me, I really thought I would be broken by you.' She smiled lightly, 'Even now, thinking about it, my legs still go weak.'
Chen Hao's breath hitched. He raised his hand wanting to touch her shoulder, but in the end, he just gripped the railing: "Don't say anymore. Wanwan is still inside."
Lin Fang nodded and didn't continue. The two stood quietly for a while before returning to their rooms one after another.
The real opportunity came two months later.
Lin Wan was going back to her parents' home for a few days to help care for her sick mother. Before leaving, she reminded Chen Hao to rest more and asked her two sisters to visit when they had time. After seeing her off in the car, Chen Hao returned to the empty house, and a familiar restlessness suddenly arose in his heart.
That night, Lin Fang sent a message: 'Are you free tonight? I'd like to come see you.'
Chen Hao stared at the screen for a long time, finally replying with one word: "Come."
A little after 8, the doorbell rang. Lin Fang was wearing a loose knit sweater and jeans, her hair casually tied up, but her eyes were bright. After entering, she first looked around to make sure Lin Wan was not there, then closed the door and locked it. The two of them moved toward each other almost at the same time, kissing urgently and deeply. Their clothes were quickly stripped off and scattered across the living room floor. Chen Hao pressed her onto the sofa, and when his fingers slipped between her legs, he found that there was already a complete mess of wetness there.
"Thinking about it for a long time?" he asked softly.
Lin Fang, panting, nodded: 'I want you to press me here, harder... like last time.'
He said no more and directly entered. The sofa gave off a faint creak with the movement. Lin Fang bit her own hand to keep from making too much noise, but intermittent moans still spilled from her throat. Chen Hao deliberately slowed his pace, each time pushing all the way to the deepest point, feeling the contractions of her inner walls. Lin Fang's legs wrapped around his waist, her heels tapping his back again and again.
Halfway through, the doorbell suddenly rang again.
Both of them froze. Chen Hao quickly pulled away, grabbed his clothes and threw them to her, while he himself put on his shorts and went to open the door. Outside was Lin Xue, holding her daughter, with an apologetic look on her face: “My sister said she might come over, so I... came too. Yuran just fell asleep, and I didn't want to stay home alone.”
Chen Hao turned sideways to let her in. Lin Fang had already gotten up from the sofa. Her clothes were somewhat disheveled, and her face still bore obvious signs of flush. Lin Xue understood at a glance, gave a light laugh, put the child in the crib, and then walked to stand between the two of them.
"Go on," she said. "I'll just watch. Or... together."
That night grew longer.
Lin Xue first settled her daughter, making sure she was asleep before joining. The three did not return to the master bedroom, but continued on the sofa and carpet in the living room. When Chen Hao entered Lin Fang from behind, Lin Xue knelt in front, allowing his hand to go into her clothes and squeeze. Later, their positions were switched, with Lin Xue sitting on him and moving up and down, while Lin Fang helped with her mouth and hands. The air was filled with panting, water sounds, and suppressed moans. Chen Hao released in both of their bodies one after another, each time intentionally reaching the deepest point, watching their trembling bodies as they reached their climax.
After it ended, the three of them cleaned up briefly and changed into home clothes. Lin Xue breastfed once, and the child fell asleep again. The living room regained its superficial calm, only the lingering scent in the air reminding them of what had just happened.
Since then, nights like this would occasionally appear.
Sometimes it was Lin Wan returning late from overtime, Lin Fang finding an excuse to deliver documents, the two quickly doing it once in the study. Sometimes it was when Lin Xue's husband was away on business, she brought the child to stay for a couple of days, sneaking into the master bedroom at night after the child fell asleep. Each time was cautious, each time after finishing they repeatedly checked the sheets and traces. Chen Hao gradually learned to walk the edge of danger—listening for footsteps outside the door, keeping track of time, always ready to interrupt.
But danger always exists.
Once, Lin Wan came home early. When she pushed the door open, Chen Hao and Lin Fang had just finished and were still rinsing off in the bathroom. Lin Wan thought they were just chatting and even smiled, asking why they were still up so late. When Chen Hao came out, his heart was pounding like a drum. Lin Fang excused herself, saying she wasn't feeling well and wanted to stay in the guest room a bit longer. That night, Lin Wan fell asleep in his arms, but he stayed awake until dawn.
Once, Lin Xue made such loud noises at climax that she nearly woke the child sleeping in the next room. Chen Hao had no choice but to immediately cover her mouth and keep thrusting until she completely softened. Afterward, the two of them sat by the bed panting, and Lin Xue whispered, “Next time I’ll definitely hold it in.”
Day by day, the children began to crawl and call people. When Zhao Chen called 'uncle,' his pronunciation was still inaccurate, while Youran liked being held by Chen Hao and spun in circles. Lin Wan, watching this scene, always smiled and said, 'You care more about these two children than you do about yourself.' Chen Hao could only nod, knowing full well how much of that care was composed of unspoken feelings.
The secret was like a thin thread, quietly binding the three of them together.
Lin Fang sometimes sends messages at night describing her daytime desires: thinking about being penetrated while sitting in the office makes her legs weak; during her bath, she can't help but use her fingers to simulate his movements, but it's never enough. Lin Xue is more direct, occasionally sending photos of herself in her pajamas with a message saying 'Are you free tonight?' Chen Hao gets hard every time he sees these, but he also knows clearly that this relationship can't stay hidden forever.
The real rift appeared in the third year.
Lin Fang and Zhao Lei's marriage has problems. Zhao Lei has issues with his business, and his temper has become worse, occasionally lashing out at his children. Lin Fang has started visiting Chen Hao's home more frequently, sometimes even staying for a few days with the child. One night she drank a little, leaned against Chen Hao's shoulder crying, saying she regretted not being harsher back then and telling Zhao Lei the child's true origin. Chen Hao silently held her, eventually bringing her back to the guest room, where he had sex with her again on the narrow bed. That time she cried out in climax, her inner walls gripping tightly, and after that she clung to him unwilling to let go.
Lin Xue's side was also not peaceful. Her husband was often away, and they saw each other rarely, their feelings gradually fading. She began to be more proactive in seeking out Chen Hao, sometimes even leaving her child with Lin Wan during the day, making an excuse to go to a hotel near Chen Hao's company. In the small room, the curtains were drawn tightly, and the two of them seemed to want to release all their accumulated desires at once. Lin Xue would intentionally spread her legs wide, letting him see clearly, then whispered, 'Shoot inside... I want to get pregnant with you again.'
Chen Hao couldn't control himself every time.
But the pressure was also building up.
Lin Wan seemed to sense something. She didn't ask directly, just occasionally glanced at Chen Hao a few more times at the dinner table, or suddenly turned over at night, staring at his profile for a long time. Once she asked softly, 'Have you been too tired lately? You always seem distracted.' Chen Hao could only blame work. Lin Wan nodded and didn't press further, but the suspicion in her eyes was like a thorn, slowly piercing his heart.
Finally, one day, things almost came to light.
It was a weekend. Lin Wan took her two children to the park and said before leaving that she might return late. Lin Fang and Lin Xue almost simultaneously received the message and arrived one after the other. The three of them tangled in the master bedroom for the entire afternoon. During the third time, while Chen Hao was pressing Lin Xue against the window, entering from behind, Lin Fang knelt in front of him, serving with her mouth. The sunlight outside the window slanted in, illuminating their intertwined bodies. Just then, the familiar sound of a car came from downstairs.
Lin Wan came back early.
Chen Hao pulled out almost instantly. The three of them scrambled to put on clothes, straighten the bedsheet, and open the window for ventilation. Lin Xue picked up the now-awake child, pretending to play with her. Lin Fang ran into the kitchen to pour water. Chen Hao had just stuffed the last piece of clothing into the wardrobe when the door opened.
Lin Wan walked in, looked at the slightly messy state of the living room, and frowned: 'Why are you all here? The bedsheet seems a bit wrinkled.'
Chen Hao's heart leapt into his throat. Lin Fang immediately chimed in: "Youran just spit up some milk and got a little dirty, I helped change her." Lin Xue also nodded in agreement. Lin Wan looked at them skeptically, but ultimately didn't ask further.
That night, Chen Hao lay in bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time. He knew he was playing with fire. After each close call, the risk increased. But when Lin Fang or Lin Xue's body pressed against him again, reason always lost.
Half a year later, Lin Fang finally decided to divorce.
The divorce agreement was signed smoothly. Zhao Lei did not fight for child custody, only looked at Zhao Chen for a long time before leaving. Lin Fang moved back to her parents' home for a while, then rented a small apartment nearby on Chen Hao's suggestion. Lin Xue's marriage also came to an end. Her husband proposed a divorce by agreement, and she signed almost without hesitation.
The two women were both free.
They began to appear more frequently in Chen Hao's life. Sometimes they would take the children out together on weekends, sometimes they would sneak over to the house at night. Lin Wan seemed to adopt a tacitly approving attitude—she was busy with work and taking care of the growing children, with no energy to delve deeper. But Chen Hao knew that this balance could be broken at any moment.
One late night, three adults gathered again in the master bedroom. The children were all asleep next door. This time, they weren't in a hurry to start. Instead, they sat on the edge of the bed and talked for a long time. Lin Fang said she sometimes dreamed of that first afternoon, dreaming of being pressed onto the bed, being filled, being creampied. Lin Xue said she preferred the feeling of it happening anytime now, without so many worries. Chen Hao listened, and finally just pulled both of them into his arms, kissing them one after the other.
That night, they did it especially slowly.
Chen Hao first had Lin Fang lie down properly. He started kissing upward from her toes until her whole body trembled. Then he entered her, maintaining shallow thrusts, feeling her gradually tighten. Lin Xue watched from the side, occasionally reaching out to stroke their bodies. Later, Lin Xue climbed on top, controlling the rhythm herself, rocking back and forth until she climaxed and went completely limp on his chest. Finally, the three of them piled together, Chen Hao taking turns entering each, deliberately releasing inside each time. Afterwards, they didn't clean up immediately, just held each other like that, listening to each other's heartbeats.
Before dawn, Lin Fang and Lin Xue left one after another. Chen Hao stood by the window, watching their figures disappear into the morning light, suddenly feeling a strange sensation—this relationship had transformed from an initial impulse into some kind of inseparable dependency.
But reliance does not mean safety.
Lin Wan finally asked directly on an ordinary evening.
“Hao, between Fang and Xue, is there something you’re hiding from me?”
Chen Hao sat on the sofa, the water cup in his hand almost unsteady. He looked into his wife's eyes; there was no anger there, only a kind of weary calm. He opened his mouth, but ultimately chose silence.
Lin Wan waited a long time before softly sighing: 'I'm not a fool. The children look more and more like you; I noticed long ago. It's just... I've been waiting for you to say it yourself.'
The room was terrifyingly quiet.
Chen Hao lowered his head, his voice hoarse: 'I'm sorry.'
Lin Wan didn't respond immediately. After a long time, she said, 'I don't know what to do. Hate you? It seems I can't. Leave? These two children have already bound us together. But I also can't pretend nothing happened.'
That night, the two did not speak again. Lin Wan went to sleep in the guest room, Chen Hao lay in the master bedroom, staring at the ceiling until dawn.
The next day, Lin Fang and Lin Xue almost simultaneously received his message. The three of them arranged to meet at Lin Fang's small apartment. Chen Hao recounted everything that happened the previous night in detail. After listening, both women fell silent for a long time.
Lin Fang spoke first: 'Maybe... I should go talk to Wanwan?'
Lin Xue shook her head: 'Talk about what? The facts are already there. Since she knows, she can't possibly be like before.'
Chen Hao sat by the window, watching the traffic outside, and suddenly felt very tired. He thought of himself eight years ago, just married, and of those simple, clear days. Now everything was a mess, so chaotic he couldn't find an exit.
But desire did not disappear just because the truth was exposed.
A few days later, Lin Wan took the initiative to suggest that Lin Fang and Lin Xue move over to live together for a while. The reason was that it would be convenient to take care of the child, and convenient for everyone to look after one another. At first Chen Hao thought he had heard wrong, but Lin Wan’s expression was very serious. She said, “Since it’s already like this, why not just say it plainly. I don’t want a divorce, and I don’t want to argue. I just want to know how you’re planning to live from now on.”
So, this originally three-bedroom house began to feel crowded and strange.
Lin Fang moved into the original guest room, while Lin Xue took a small space in the living room. At night, after the children had fallen asleep, the four adults would sometimes sit together, the atmosphere subtle. Lin Wan would occasionally look at Chen Hao with a complex expression. Lin Fang and Lin Xue tried to keep things low-key, but their bodies' instincts would occasionally reveal themselves—once accidental touch, one prolonged gaze.
The real turning point happened a month later.
That night, Lin Wan went to sleep first. When Chen Hao got up in the night, he saw Lin Fang standing in the kitchen pouring water. Their eyes met, and the air instantly became thick. Lin Fang didn't say anything, just reached out and grabbed the hem of his clothes, leading him into her room. As soon as the door closed, she stood on tiptoe and kissed him. This time they did it urgently and fiercely, afraid someone outside might hear. After finishing, Lin Fang whispered in his ear: 'Wanwan might know, but I still want you.'
Chen Hao did not refuse.
Since then, this secret entanglement continued in another form. Sometimes Lin Xue would take advantage of the daytime, when Lin Wan was away, and pull him into the bathroom to quickly get it done; sometimes at night the three of them would take turns, while Lin Wan slept in the next room, her breathing faintly audible. The sense of danger did not weaken desire; on the contrary, it made every touch even more intense.
The children grew day by day. Zhao Chen began to ask, "Why does uncle always come to our house?" while Youran liked to hold Chen Hao's hand and wouldn't let go. Seeing these things, Lin Wan sometimes showed a bitter smile. She didn't question it anymore, just poured more energy into the children. She seemed to accept this distorted balance—her husband's body could be shared, but this family could not fall apart.
Sometimes, in the dead of night, Chen Hao would sit alone on the balcony and light a cigarette. As the smoke dispersed, he would remember that stuffy weekend afternoon, remember Lin Fang's trembling when she first hugged him, remember Lin Xue's hesitation and eventual involvement when she joined. Everything started spiraling out of control from that moment, like a train without brakes, heading towards an unknown direction.
But he did not regret it.
At least in those entwined nights, in those suppressed gasps and scalding releases, he felt something real and fervent. That thing cannot be spoken, cannot be acknowledged, yet it has already deeply embedded itself into the lives of the three.
The city's night remained brightly lit. The secrets within this house continued to grow. No one knew when they would fully erupt, nor did anyone know how this carefully hidden passion would be brought up again when the children truly grew up.
Perhaps never.
Or perhaps, on some even longer night, it will burn again in another, more complicated form.
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