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When the girl suggested taking a bath together, Uncle Meng's first reaction was to refuse. He thought of all the sayings about propriety between men and women, about how she was his daughter and he was her father. However, before he knew it, the mischievous girl had locked him in the bathroom. Facing her, already in her swimsuit and splashing water from the edge of the tub, he wanted to be angry but found it impossible.
"You’re worried about this when I’m all you have left?" The twenty-year-old boldly stepped into the tub, settling comfortably into the water while tossing bath bombs into it from a nearby box. "You’ve always told me my mom died and that you wouldn’t remarry. Then two years ago, you suddenly said you gave birth to me. If I were an ordinary person, I would have been terrified. Luckily, I had a premonition and was mentally prepared, so I survived. Now this is your retribution for lying to me for so long. We’re just wearing clothes in here like we’re at a hot spring; what’s there to be afraid of?"
Her lighthearted words made Uncle Meng feel very uncomfortable. He turned his back to the tub to unbutton his shirt, trying to buy time, but it was summer, and even in a suit, he only had a shirt and pants on. By the time he took off his shirt and reached for his pants, tears were already streaming down his face.
The girl behind him fell silent as she stepped out of the water and gently hugged him. "Dad, I just wanted to talk to you; don’t overthink it."
Once he was fully submerged in the water, he was left with only his underwear. The girl sat opposite him, playfully blowing bubbles with her feet. The bath bomb released a faint floral scent that was fresh and elegant, reminiscent of the fragrance of a gardener.
He wiped his tears with wet hands but wasn’t sure if he had cleaned them properly. Before he could think further, he felt her grasp his hand. Looking up, he saw her eyes were also filled with tears, as if her earlier carefree demeanor had been an act.
"You’ve worked so hard," she said as she leaned closer. "I can’t even imagine how you managed those last ten months before giving birth to me. Look at you; you’ve always been so thin, eating so little and working so hard. I’ve grown up without any regrets—if I had to say one thing, it’s that I never had breast milk. Now it seems you didn’t have any back then either. It would have been pointless."
The person who could always make him happy forced back his tears and even managed to make him laugh. Leaning against his daughter, he reached out to pinch her face that had lost its baby fat.
"But I really like seeing you with the gardener." Her words made him feel embarrassed; his temperature suddenly rose as if the water had become too hot. Meanwhile, she touched the scar on his abdomen from when she was born and murmured, "Flower Dad is a good person; although he’s very quiet, he definitely cares about you. You see? He never pushes himself on you when you're unhappy. He even asked me what you like to eat and use; he really worries about your health... Oh Dad! If you hadn’t removed your uterus back then, would you want to have another child now?"
Faced with her teasing, he gently flicked her damp hair away from her forehead. "I’m almost sixty; how could I have another child? Besides," he added quickly, "having you is enough for me. Although I feel bad for the gardener, I’m not ready to give everything over to him yet. The foolish things I did when I wanted a child still make me feel ashamed now that I think about it. But if I hadn’t done those things, I wouldn’t have you—my precious root."
After saying this, he was tightly embraced by his daughter who smeared some bubbles on his face. "Don’t say that! Flower Dad told me himself that he really likes you just as you are; even if your body wasn’t like this, he would still love you! And guess what? He also said..."
She deliberately slowed down her speech for dramatic effect and leaned closer to whisper in his ear: "He said he wouldn’t want you to have another child because it hurts too much."
They laughed together in the tub while Xiao Ye could clearly see a change in her father's expression.
The gardener always treated him gently; although he never explicitly stated it, Xiao Ye could feel that he was loved. Even though he was in the prime of life with strong desires, every night they would simply cuddle together gently without ever crossing boundaries or discussing their needs.
On the other hand, those who had been engaged before never minded only touching him from behind; whenever they wanted something from him, they would hold him tenderly as if he were something precious.
Such gentle treatment made Xiao Ye feel an overwhelming sense of guilt inside; he didn’t know how to repay it.
So after stepping out of the tub and sending his daughter off to school, he left the courtyard and told the cook that he wouldn’t be having dinner before heading to the garden. There were hardly any people left in the courtyard today; only a few staff members remained at their posts while he finally found some time to rest.
When he arrived at the garden, he immediately spotted someone in a tank top standing among the flowers, carefully trimming an already beautiful garden. As Uncle Meng approached him, the gardener stopped working and quickly walked over to him. Perhaps noticing that Uncle Meng had been crying earlier, the gardener took off his gloves and gently brushed his fingers across Uncle Meng's face with concern in his eyes. "What’s wrong?"
Without hesitation, Uncle Meng pulled him into the house and locked the door behind them just like his daughter had done earlier. Without any delay or doubt, he faced the gardener and said firmly: "Take it off; I want you."
The gardener’s expression darkened at this unexpected boldness during daylight hours. The honest man reached out to stop Uncle Meng from undressing but was silenced by a kiss.
This kiss came late—almost two years into their relationship—and they had hardly ever kissed before. Lacking any kissing skills but relying on instinct instead, Uncle Meng tangled their tongues together while wrapping his arms around his beloved's neck and rubbing against that place which was much larger than his own.
A young man full of vigor couldn’t resist such temptation; with a muffled groan, he broke away from the kiss but still retained enough rationality to head toward the bathroom. Using all his strength, Uncle Meng blocked the gardener at the bathroom door without giving him a chance to refuse and guided that warm hand toward a place he'd kept deeply hidden.
From their first kiss onward there had been reactions long unseen; now they became even more pronounced due to contact with each other’s skin. The gardener understood what Uncle Meng meant and quickly withdrew his hand with concern in his voice: "What’s wrong? I didn’t mean anything by it; this isn’t right for you."
This made him feel even more guilty, but at this moment, he had thrown away all his shame and just wanted to give this already incomplete body to the person in front of him. So he tore off his clothes and pulled down the gardener's pants, and grasped the penis that had already responded and stood up: "I don't have it either. I want to do it because I love you too much. I'm really sorry that I only formally asked you to accept me like this today. If you don't mind, can you satisfy me, use this." His face was flushed and he didn't know what he said. He only knew that at this time he was raising one leg, holding the penis and pointing it at the hole in his lower body that had been open for a long time and had water appearing, wanting to fill it up immediately. The gardener knew that he was serious and no longer refused. But he still endured the desire, took off their clothes and carried the person to the bed, took out the lubricant and condoms from the cabinet to prepare, and then leaned over and kissed. He was familiar with this body but unfamiliar with it. He embraced it every night but could never understand every inch of it deeply. After all, in the stories he heard, this body and this person had suffered great trauma in bed. So this was the first time he was allowed to explore the place that had been hurt before, so he naturally couldn't be reckless. Just like normal sex, he used his fingers to enter the wet place first to open the way. It was softer than the back hole, like a small mouth swallowing the fingers bit by bit. The second finger went in, and the person in his arms began to breathe faster, and the suction became stronger. "No need to expand, come in quickly, it's itchy." The sexual desire was like a flood and a beast, not to mention that it was a place for sex that had been isolated for a long time. He couldn't help but twist his buttocks to want the thing inside to move to satisfy his desire. The person who was holding him with one hand obediently pulled out his fingers and carefully inserted the warm penis into the depths of the vagina. Compared with the vulgar worker back then, he now tasted how comfortable it would be to make love with his body properly. As he gradually reached climax with the twitching, his consciousness was a little fuzzy, and he only felt that the gardener who kept moving on him was breathing more and more heavily, and his movements became more and more powerful. He reached out and hugged the gardener's strong shoulders, pressed his face against his chest muscles, put one leg on his waist, and involuntarily retracted his lower body in the climax. He regretted that the gardener wore a condom. If he hadn't, this place that could no longer conceive would have been filled with semen without any scruples. The orgasm brought by the female vagina takes longer, and he was quietly hugged by the gardener while he was still squeezing his legs together to relieve the afterglow. "I love you, I love you very much." This was the most beautiful love words that the clumsy gardener could give him. There was nothing cheesy about it, and it was only shrouded in the fragrance of flowers. The man in his fifties cried because he was happy and felt that he had not done enough. He had not yet recovered from the lust, so he had to hug him tighter. In his arms, he felt that the big thing against his lower abdomen began to harden again, so he naturally opened his legs and invited him in. "Take a break today, don't wear a condom, fill me up."
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