Regarding his kept lover, Shen Feibai’s memory of her was quite vague. Apart from a few brief encounters two years ago, they hadn’t seen each other since, and he had almost forgotten about her.

If it weren’t for this holiday, when his family of three was sitting on the sofa watching TV and his son went to the kitchen to get a drink of water, his wife asked him in a low voice if he had ever kept a female student. It was then that Shen Feibai remembered: no female student, but a female celebrity.

Coincidentally, the TV drama they were watching featured his little lover.

His little lover had a very pure and innocent face, what others would call a “first love face,” but her figure was hot, with a slim waist and probably a D-cup bust, which he had fondled in bed.

He held a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers, rubbing it gently, the ash falling to the ground. Suddenly, he decided to visit his mistress.

Before Shen Feibai could walk over, Xie Youyou had just hidden the fruit peels. She turned around and saw the man behind her, startling her, and she immediately stood up.

Shen Feibai wore a pair of elegant gold-rimmed glasses, had a tall and strong physique, and his deep features were handsome. Time had not left any traces on his face, only maturity and refinement.

Xie Youyou met his gaze, her panicked emotions contrasting sharply with the calm in the man’s eyes.

He was already 35 years old, but he took good care of himself and loved to exercise. Other men, once married, started to gain weight, go bald, and look greasy, but Shen Feibai had a great figure, like a walking clothes hanger, perfectly supporting his expensive suit.

Seeing her panicked look, Shen Feibai asked, “What’s wrong? What were you doing just now?”

His voice was very magnetic, perhaps made even more low and pleasant by the passage of time.

Although his tone sounded gentle, Xie Youyou didn’t dare to be presumptuous in front of him. Perhaps no one dared to act rashly in front of him.

Xie Youyou said, “Nothing.”

“Mayor Shen, would you like a glass of water? I’ll pour it for you.”

“No need.”

Shen Feibai glanced at her and casually walked to the bed, then sat down.

Xie Youyou didn’t know what was going on, but she felt anxious, especially when Shen Feibai approached the drawer where she had hidden the fruit peels. She felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, but she couldn’t let Shen Feibai notice her unusual behavior.

Shen Feibai naturally saw Xie Youyou’s panicked look. She thought she was still hiding it well, but his lowered gaze held a hint of confusion. He casually pulled open the drawer.

Xie Youyou stood there motionless, as if she had been sentenced to death.

Shen Feibai saw the red plastic bag and poked it with his finger, seeing the strawberry residue inside.

Connecting this with Xie Youyou’s previous behavior, he smiled slightly, understanding everything. He didn’t say anything and pushed the drawer back in.

He sat on the bed and loosened his tie. The plain ring on his ring finger looked even more charming on his long, powerful fingers, but it also served as a constant reminder that he was married, that he belonged to someone else.

“Come here,” he said.

Xie Youyou couldn’t tell if Shen Feibai was happy or not, but since her benefactor had told her to come over, she wouldn’t just stand there like a wooden post. She walked over to the man in her high heels, still feeling a bit nervous.

Shen Feibai told her to sit on his lap, and Xie Youyou complied, sitting down on the man’s lap. Her soft chest pressed tightly against the man’s firm chest, moving with each breath, as if flirting with each other.

An ambiguous atmosphere began to brew between them.

“Mayor Shen,” she said.

It was only when he held the soft, fragrant beauty in his arms that his spirit truly relaxed.

“Hmm?” he replied.

The masculine scent mixed with hormones on Shen Feibai’s body directly entered Xie Youyou’s nostrils as they came into close contact. She melted into a puddle of spring water in his arms, her fair earlobes flushing red, allowing him to do as he pleased.

The man’s hot palms began to skillfully roam all over her body. Xie Youyou started to pant silently, her pure face tinged with alluring desire, stimulating the secretion of hormones and assaulting the man’s eyes.

The man’s palms were a bit rough, with calluses, and wherever they touched her delicate skin, she got goosebumps. She couldn’t help but let out a whimper.

“Mayor Shen… don’t touch anymore… ah, not there.”

When a woman says “don’t” in bed, it means “do.”

Shen Feibai’s breath was still steady. “How long have you been waiting?”

“Two hours.”

Xie Youyou realized what the hard rod poking her from behind was.

Shen Feibai said, “Don’t be nervous.”

Doing this kind of thing, of course, requires taking it slow.

Their first time, he was drunk at a banquet and only remembered that the woman’s little hole was tight and wet, wonderfully lubricated. He remembered that his wife was always dry, and they couldn’t do it without lubricant. Even then, it was always a quick affair, ending as soon as he came.

Later, they had a son and finally completed their duty, but they never shared a room again. Come to think of it, they could count the number of times they had slept together. Theirs was a political marriage, devoid of feelings, bound together only by certain circumstances. After marriage, they each did their own thing.

Now, thinking back on this marriage, it seemed ridiculous.

With Xie Youyou, their first time, he was excited all night. He explored all her holes, inside and out, and finally sprayed his cum into her pussy.

That night was a novel and thrilling experience.

“Mmm.”

Xie Youyou blushed, sitting on the man’s lap, reaching out to unbutton his shirt.

Shen Feibai did not stop her; instead, he leaned in to kiss her.