The article recomnded by Jiang Nuo is not so kind of nonsensical writing, but rather an analysis/explanation of whether won are truly happy in their sexual relationships and how to make themselves happier.
In traditional education, n’s education is open and outward; won’s education is introverted and restrained, especially in marital life.
From the comparison of male and female images in biology textbooks to the real-life gender relations, won have always been in the position of "difficult to speak of sha" endurers. Many of the popular online materials and so experts’ opinions also prioritize n’s happiness in gender perspectives.
Of course, won are ntioned, but the description or scientific explanation of won’s happiness is always "hypothetical," with no clear evidence.
Mu Qiuniang looked at it, her face reddened with embarrassnt, her eyes wandering, not daring to look. It always feels like watching this kind of thing is very shaful.
"This Jiang Nuo..."
Mu Qiuniang muttered his na angrily, wanting to throw the phone aside, but couldn’t let go, so she continued reading.
As Jiang Nuo said, he wasn’t trying to "sha" her with this, but because she was too reserved in this aspect. He didn’t want her to always be the "passive one," hoping that one day she could boldly express her needs.
After all, a relationship isn’t sothing he can work on alone.
If it were when they first got together, Jiang Nuo certainly wouldn’t dare, but now that they’ve been married for several years and are considered an old couple, he feels that she needs to put in so effort on this.
Of course, it’s not that he’s dissatisfied with her, but he doesn’t want to be the only one who finds these things wonderful and enjoyable. He hopes she can also find happiness, like, and enjoy these things.
Knowing Jiang Nuo’s thoughts clearly, Mu Qiuniang persisted in finishing the article despite feeling extrely embarrassed.
For so reason, she had a sudden epiphany: So it was like this...
Reflecting on her relationship with Jiang Nuo, as the article ntioned, she has always been the "enduring" one, ashad to express her feelings. No matter how Jiang Nuo tried to ’work on’ her, she would tightly bite her lip and not say anything.
Alright, there were occasional tis when he succeeded. But that was also when she would explode and ignore him for days on end.
It turns out, a true relationship should be like this. She can and should tell Jiang Nuo what she’s feeling and what she wants.
He loves her and wants her to be happier; she loves him, so she should tell him how she can be happier. This is mutual, and by communicating and being honest about their feelings, they can achieve a more harmonious relationship.
It seed like it has been this way from the start, Jiang Nuo was always compromising, trying hard, and finding ways to resolve issues between them. Although she also contributed, her contributions were more about "tolerating," which gradually beca a habit, making him the most special existence.
But it’s not enough, it’s not enough for him to be proactive and effortful alone; relationships require both parties’ interaction and effort.
It turns out, her Master’s words were correct, existence is reasonable. At tis, certain things seem contradictory, but they’re not actually contradictory. Perhaps at one point in ti, you may see them as wrong, but at another ti, you’ll find them right again.
Nothing is absolute, no matter how customary sothing is, ti will alter it to sothing perhaps contradictory, to adapt better to this world.
"Mu Qiuniang, in the future, after I’m not by your side, you need to take good care of yourself. Not everything in this world stays unchanged, you must view the world with a tolerant heart, and perhaps one day, you’ll realize that the world has never changed at all, the only change was you..."
Yes, the world has never changed, the only change is ""!
In her birth era, won never left their hos, maintaining strict boundaries with n, to the point where an outside man seeing a woman’s foot without a sock ant she lost her virtue and must marry the man; several hundred years later, won not only show their feet, but also their thighs, with short skirts and shorts rampant on the streets, and even cohabitation without marriage being acceptable.
It seems like the world has changed, but in reality, it hasn’t, because it’s always "changing," and people are always changing, becoming more adaptable to this world.
Mu Qiuniang closed her eyes in realization, a layer of milky white light erged around her, enveloping her like a thin film.
At the sa ti, the silver-white brush appeared, floating in mid-air. As if controlled by an invisible hand, it outlined outside the film, and soon nurous white roses centered on her, climbing throughout the room.
From within the roses, in the white veil, strands of golden light began to rise around Mu Qiuniang, faint at first, then growing stronger, shining like the sun.
And in the dazzling center, Mu Qiuniang’s figure disappeared.
It was a void of white, gradually interspersed with so blue-black colors, coming from the horizon, pulling a sky canopy apart.
In the center of the sky canopy, bright stars appeared, so golden, so white, shimring.
There seed to be the sound of the sea, gradually approaching from the horizon, first a deeper blue-black than the sky, then similar to the horizon, and finally a lighter blue-black...
By Mu Qiuniang’s feet, it lightened into a clear spring-like white, gently covering a galaxy-like beach. She walked barefoot on the sand, leaving a trail of footprints.
In fact, she did not understand why she was here or what she was doing.
She looked up at the sky.
Suddenly, teors fell from the sky, landing on the sea surface, sinking to the bottom, turning into blocks of black ink stone.
A wave pushed the ink stones to her feet; she picked up one, and in her other hand, a brush appeared out of nowhere.
The brush tip lightly touched the ink stone, and as she painted in the air, clusters of pure white roses appeared, blooming with such abundance, allure, and purity.
They seed to emit light, sothing rising from the flowers, like a thin white mist, slowly floating towards the sky...
Mu Qiuniang’s eyes widened, for she saw the white mist forming a giant Tai Chi Eight Diagram in mid-air.
And in the yin-yang areas of the Tai Chi Eight Diagram, there were golden pearls?!
Wait, were those golden pearls Golden Cores?!
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