Addiction sets in at night; even the abstinent older man has fallen for it.

Inside the villa.

Mu Tiantian was awakened by a nightmare.

She dreamed that her mother died.

Because they couldn't raise the money for surgery, the mother's cancer cells spread, and she missed the only chance to save her.

In my dream, my mother was lying on a cold hospital bed, being wheeled into the morgue by the doctor, then cremated, turned to ashes, and nothing remained.

There are no more mothers in this world.

She lost her only family member.

Overwhelmed by fear, she was jolted awake.

My scalp tingled, and my forehead and palms were sweating profusely.

She couldn't let her mother die!

She threw off the covers and got out of bed.

She got out of bed too quickly, and a tearing pain shot through her legs as she lifted them. She hissed and gasped for breath, bracing herself against the side of the bed to avoid falling.

Looking at the unfamiliar room and then down at her naked body, she realized that she had managed to get the money to save her mother last night!

"Mr. Fu!"

She shouted excitedly, while staring intently, searching for the man's figure.

I didn't see anyone on the balcony, and I didn't see anyone in the bathroom either.

Back on the bedside, she saw her phone on the table. Picking it up, she saw unread messages on WeChat. She quickly opened it and saw that a newly added WeChat friend had transferred 20 yuan to her.

It must have been Mr. Fu who unlocked the device with her fingerprint while she was asleep.

She saw a message on Alipay, clicked on it, and saw that the remaining 300,000 yuan had been transferred to Alipay.

She smiled, then burst into tears of joy.

I laughed so hard that tears streamed down my face.

These are tears of emotion, not tears of despair.

When you need money the most, someone sends you money so readily; the gratitude is beyond words.

Mother is saved!

She laughed and cried at the same time, her face streaked with tears. She was incredibly grateful that she had made that bold decision, and even more grateful that she hadn't left last night.

But recalling the intense scenes from last night, her cheeks flushed.

At first, the man was quite gentle. When she cried out, he would kiss the corner of her lips, and she could feel comforted by his light kisses.

After the sheets were changed, it became increasingly domineering.

No matter how much she shouted, she never stopped, and became increasingly domineering.

She finally managed to stop, thinking it was finally over.

Unexpectedly, he simply got out of bed and carried her around the room again and again.

On the sofa, by the window, even outside the balcony—

His strong, powerful arms were incredibly strong; he could easily lift her up and carry her without stopping.

He didn't stop until her voice was almost hoarse.

She was so tired that she lay face down on the pillow and didn't want to move at all.

When the man offered to carry her into the bathroom to wash, she shook her head and refused without even thinking.

She was terrified that the man would go into the bathroom, wash himself clean, and then come back.

This is not the stamina of a fifty-year-old man; it's terrifying.

It's like he's never been with a woman in ages!

She thought it might be because the man's ex-wife had left him a long time ago, and he hadn't touched any other women for a long time, which was why he was so intense.

Regardless, he didn't abuse her in a masochistic way; so be it if he's domineering.

During the process, she did not experience any discomfort or aversion.

On the contrary, the experience was quite good.

Mature men are different; they're experts in this area and have plenty of experience.

Although it was painful, I also experienced a kind of joy that I had never experienced before.

Especially during foreplay, the man's gentle little gestures—flicking the stray hairs from her forehead, rubbing his thumb against her lips, and breathing softly into her ear—all these things made her feel incredibly tender.

As she made these little gestures, the man's deep eyes stared at her intently. Her heart was pounding so hard that she almost fell in love with him.

Some wealthy women even pay to have male models for them; they not only get paid, but they also get to experience it for free.

This Mr. Fu is not only handsome, rich, and has a good temperament and good health, but also has amazing physical strength.

Age is no longer important.

Thinking about it this way, that sense of shame about losing dignity disappears.

However, it is, after all, one's precious first time, and to give it to someone with whom one has no feelings in such a transaction is bound to be a little painful.

She stopped reminiscing and tried to take a few steps.

Walking is a bit difficult.

She went into the bathroom, supporting her back.

There was a very clear and large mirror in the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, I noticed that there were quite a few light red hickeys on my neck.

Those images resurfaced in my mind, and my face felt warm.

She turned on the shower and stood under it.

The shower water cascaded down my body, slowly flowing over me, giving my tired body a brief respite.

She was used to washing her lower body with a showerhead. Holding the showerhead in one hand, she lifted her leg slightly and hissed in pain.

At that time, her legs were draped over her shoulders.

The thought of a tall, strong man standing domineeringly by the bed made her cheeks burn.

Although he didn't abuse her last night, he made a request that was somewhat difficult for her to accept.

She tilted her head back, letting the shower water wash over her face, and rubbed her lips with her hands.

When I close my eyes, all I see is that image.

The man leaned against the headboard with his arms outstretched and his face slightly tilted back. She looked up at him, and he looked down to meet her gaze.

The way his neck veins bulged and his face flushed was dangerously alluring to the extreme.

His Adam's apple was quite large, and from the angle she was looking up, she could see it perfectly.

He's good-looking; even his Adam's apple is more attractive than other men's.

It's rare to see a man with such a large Adam's apple, which slides up and down as he speaks, maximizing his sexual tension.

He is a man with an overwhelming amount of hormonal charm.

It gives people the illusion that they will fall in love with him if they sleep with him.

Just recalling the intimate moments with him last night made her blush and her heart race.

She thought the idea was absurd and quickly opened her eyes to turn off the shower.

She wiped the water droplets from her face, shook her head vigorously, and patted her face.

She silently reminded herself: It's just a transaction, I mustn't fall for it.

Putting aside the fact that the man is too old, he made it very clear in the note that he didn't want to remarry and his goal was clear: he only wanted children.

It's possible that the man can't forget his ex-wife, or it's possible that he no longer expects love.

She doesn't expect love either.

If you don't expect anything, you won't have any expectations.

Only by being free from love can one feel truly at ease.

Having made up her mind, she went out.

There were towels in the bathroom, but she didn't dare use them.

She left the clothes she had changed out of last night in the car of the driver who picked her up.

Seeing her clothes drying on the balcony, she wrapped herself in a blanket, went outside, and brought the clothes back in.

I touched the skirt; it wasn't very dry and felt a little cool.

The underwear is quite thin and is about 80% dry.

She noticed that the edges of her underwear were torn; the man must have seen it when he was hanging her underwear out to dry.

After her mother was diagnosed with cancer, she had to think twice before buying anything.

However, these underwear are brand new, only worn for a little over a month. I bought them on Pinduoduo for 39.9 yuan for four pairs, but I didn't expect the quality to be so poor.

Seeing a dryer next to the washing machine, she put her underwear and skirt in to dry.

I opened the washing machine and saw that there were bed sheets inside.

The blanket was taken out to air.

When I was drying it, I noticed that the bloodstain wasn't completely clean.

Unfortunately, the sheets were white, so even the smallest stain was very noticeable.

It looks like a flower, and has a roughly indistinct shape.

Her cheeks flushed again.

You need to buy bleach to get it completely clean.

But since the man is so rich, he can just throw the sheet away.

She washed it all and then hung it to dry.

She put the clothes on as soon as they were dry.

Then I checked the address of the villa to the hospital on my phone. It's about 20 kilometers away, not far. It would only take about half an hour by Didi (ride-hailing service).

She hailed a Didi (ride-hailing service), and the driver only left the villa when they were almost there.

As she closed the villa door, she looked inside and couldn't help but sigh, "If this villa were hers, how wonderful it would be if I could live here forever!"

She struggled her whole life, and she still didn't know if she could afford a villa like that.

This villa is so big, and there's no one here. I wonder if thieves will go in and steal things?

The gate is locked, it's an electronic lock, but the wall doesn't look very high.

She felt she should still call the man to let him know.

She scrolled through her phone's contacts and realized the man hadn't saved her number, so she could only make a WeChat voice call.

I opened the man's WeChat and curiously looked at his profile picture.

The profile picture was actually a photo of a little girl.

The little girl, with her hair tied in a ponytail and wearing a pinafore dress, blinked her big eyes and smiled brightly at the camera, making a peace sign.

What an adorable and beautiful little girl!

Those chubby cheeks look so cute, you just want to give them a kiss.

This picture doesn't look like an online image. I wonder what the relationship is between the little girl and the man. It seems the man really wants to have a child of his own.

Looking at the man's WeChat Moments, although he didn't set it to be visible for only three days, his posts were pitifully few.

The few posts she made were all about the little girl in her profile picture.

From the description, we can tell that the little girl is the daughter of one of his good friends.

After reading the post, she made a WeChat voice call.

I don't know why, but I'm a little nervous.

Fu Zhengting was half asleep in the car when he was woken up by the voice call. He frowned slightly and picked up his phone.

Seeing that it was a call from a girl with big breasts and a big butt, his furrowed brows immediately relaxed, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes.

He swiped to accept.

"Hey, Mr. Fu, I saw your transfer. Thank you so much!" Mu Tiantian said sincerely.

Fu Zhengting could tell from the girl's voice that she was happy. Her happiness seemed to infect him, and he felt joyful as well.

He loved listening to girls' voices, especially in bed. They were completely different from when they spoke, with a hint of crying, like they were being coquettish or moaning. He couldn't stand just hearing their voices.

When she shouts, she likes to turn her head and look at him with a pitiful expression, biting her lip.

His innocent yet alluring appearance evoked both pity and tenderness in him, yet he also felt a strong urge to possessively ravage her.

Not long after, he started thinking about it again.

Suddenly, I didn't want to go to work anymore. I wanted to go back and relive the passion of last night with the girl.

He loosened his tie, rolled down the car window to let the wind in, slightly easing the heat inside him. "You're welcome. We made a promise. I'm just keeping my word."

Mu Tiantian felt a little uncomfortable when she heard the phrase "we agreed on something." She interpreted it as a transaction where he paid money and got her virginity.

"No matter what, Mr. Fu helped me during my most difficult time, and I will always remember it." Mu Tiantian expressed her heartfelt gratitude once again.

"If you want to repay me... tonight... let's continue!" Fu Zhengting said smoothly.

The wind was a bit strong, and it felt cool on my face, but the heat inside my body just wouldn't go away.