My landlord secretly filmed me showering.

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As summer approaches, I begin to miss the days spent sharing a room with my girlfriends. I often reminisce about sharing oranges, cracking sunflower seeds, and even the occasional playful bickering.
But more than anything, I feel regret. I regret arguing with Aini. She only pointed out some minor flaws, and I had a huge fight with her, even revealing her secret of dating two men simultaneously, which made us both ashamed in front of our colleagues.
Actually, I really want to apologize to her. Especially after moving out of the company dormitory because of this, the loneliness has deepened my longing for my girlfriends.
I also want to date like Aini, but I would never be two-timing. I always have a charming prince charming in my heart, who will beckon me if I want.
Of course, this is just my romantic ideal. Who knows what kind of man I'll actually meet in the future! But I'm certain that if I meet that right man, I will give him my most precious possession—I will protect my body for him.
Summer arrived quickly, and my colleagues rushed to the best spots on the beach to swim. Men and women alike were together, all dressed in swimsuits and trunks, looking quite sexy. I also immersed myself in the seawater, slowing my thoughts—it felt wonderful.
But after getting ashore, I felt a little disappointed because the shower shops at the beach were very expensive, and there were time restrictions. A mere ten minutes cost 20 yuan. In a fit of pique, I decided to go home to shower. But by the time I got home, it was almost dark. Luckily, the solar-powered water was still quite hot, and I prepared for a refreshing shower.
But I had only been showering for two minutes when I heard the gate of the courtyard open, followed by a series of hurried footsteps. My heart skipped a beat. It seemed like something was about to happen. What could it be? I didn't know.
But I showered much faster because the shower stall was actually just a platform with a solar panel, but the door had a crack, although it was covered by a plastic sheet. I worried it wasn't safe; I hadn't usually paid attention to this. But I was nervous, so I quickly left the bathroom and went back to my room.
Actually, as I got back, I noticed the yard was quiet, and then I suddenly remembered it was Saturday; many people were out having fun.
I didn't want to think about that; I just wanted to soak my clothes and cook. Just as I put the basin on the sink, the landlord came out of the house.
He made small talk, asking where I'd been that day, how work was going, etc., but I didn't pay much attention. But one question from him stunned me: "Xiaoqin, how do you feel about me?" My first reaction was that his words went beyond what I considered acceptable friendship, but I didn't think it was necessary to offend him. So I said, "What can I say? You're my good landlord!"
Unexpectedly, my words piqued his interest. He said, "See how good I am!" This time, I didn't argue with him. I said I should go back and cook.
He didn't follow me immediately, but knocked on my door a while later. He said he wanted to give me something I really wanted to see. I didn't want to talk to him, but out of politeness, I opened the door.
He opened what he was holding and showed it to me, saying, "What do you think?" Seeing the photos on his digital camera, I felt like crying. They were nude photos of me showering, in several poses. My heart sank. I didn't know when he had taken them; it must have been premeditated. But these questions weren't the most important thing now. The most crucial thing was that I had to leave this place immediately.
I tried to make small talk with my landlord, saying I was just going out for a bit, but he blocked the doorway, pointing at the bed, saying, "If you listen to me, we'll enjoy some sweetness together. I'll not only delete the photos, but this camera is yours too." He pretended to be very generous, but my emotions plummeted, and I felt nauseous.
He was more ferocious than I had anticipated. I felt like a lamb in a wolf's den, being tasted and slowly devoured. I couldn't shed any more tears, because the tears were already flowing inside me, unstoppable.
And he, my landlord, this divorced old man, this usually hypocritical and pretentious fellow, his wicked face slowly swelled, as if he were quite satisfied, while I felt like my world was ending. They said it was about sharing sweetness, but I believe only he reached climax!
After that incident, I quickly left that city, as if only by leaving could I absolve myself of that man's sins. I understand that only by forgetting him can I be a whole new person. But the psychological wounds are probably hard to heal.
Now I'm terrified of dating, afraid that every man is a hypocrite. Also, my previous ideals have been shattered. I said I would protect my body for my man, but now I'm like a flawed piece of jade—beautiful, but the fatal crack can never be mended.
I no longer expect perfect love; I just hope for someone, no matter how ugly, who can quietly treat me well—that's enough.

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