19th Floor Love Repost

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[Love on the 19th Floor]

My name is Qin Yue, I'm 27 years old, and I'm an engineer at a technology company that mainly designs application software for financial institutions. I'm 1.74 meters tall, of medium build, neither fat nor thin, and wear thick, silver-rimmed resin glasses for severe nearsightedness. I have a very youthful face. I've been with the company for over three years, and I usually deal with people from the finance, insurance, and securities industries. I often call them "brother" or "sister," only to find out later that they're actually a few years younger than me. After a while, I'm hesitant to address strangers by name, afraid of making a fool of myself.
Last May, my company partnered with another computer company to develop new application software for an insurance company. To meet the deadline, more than ten programmers from both sides were sent to a hotel owned by the insurance company, occupying the entire 19th floor. The computers were set up like a spider web. This floor is T-shaped; the left side of the top-floor corridor is our programming group, the right side is the insurance company's testing group, and the corridor extending in the middle contains several warehouses.
We ate directly in the second-floor restaurant. We're all pretty lazy; our usual pastimes are listening to music, watching DVDs, and mostly surfing the internet and chatting. Neither men nor women like going out.
My computer was set up in room 1909. When I checked in, a girl in a white t-shirt, light blue jeans, and a ponytail was sitting at another computer, typing briskly. She wore glasses and headphones, humming softly.
The conference staff introduced me to her. She smiled serenely, took off her headphones and glasses, and turned around. She had fair skin, her eyes were slightly narrowed without her glasses, her lips were thin, and her mouth was a little wide. She looked quite pretty.
I just politely nodded and smiled at her, and she returned a faint, almost fake smile, which made us both burst into genuine laughter.
Through the introductions of the conference staff, I learned her name was Xu Ying, an employee of another computer company, 28 years old this year. (I was amazed by her youth; she looked like she was 23 or 24. Actually, she was equally surprised that I didn't look mature enough.) Her voice was soft and gentle, very pleasant to hear, unlike that of a local. If a local girl spoke with such a delicate voice, it would sound too affected, but she just spoke Mandarin with her hometown accent, which sounded beautiful. Later, I learned that she was from Lijiang, Yunnan.
From that day on, the two of us worked in the same room, responsible for the early development of the software. Once we had a design prototype, we would hand it over to the next group. So the testing team was constantly running to the other group, asking for changes, while we only needed to develop and program according to the design requirements. We were rarely disturbed each day. As
we got to know each other better, I learned that she had gotten married at 23, but two years later, because she was always traveling, her husband had an affair, and they peacefully separated. We would chat occasionally, but most of the time, I would go online to chat with girls, while she listened to music. Her clothes seemed to never change; it was always the same baggy T-shirt covering her thighs and light blue jeans.
One morning, she went out. I felt a bit mentally exhausted, so I saved the source code I was developing and logged onto the internet. I'd been spending a lot of time with her these past few days, so I hadn't dared to visit my usual websites. I skillfully typed in the URL and logged into an adult website. Wow, after a few days, it had updated a lot of content. I opened several windows, waiting for the "clumsy cat" (a term of endearment for a female internet user) to open the pictures of beautiful women. Then, I opened a pornographic film in the first window, lit a cigarette, and started watching with relish.
After a while, I felt the urge to urinate, so I went to the restroom. Each room had a restroom, and since we were all familiar with each other, I didn't mind and used hers.
When I came out, I was shocked, my face flushing red. She was standing bent over next to my desk, clicking the mouse, a brightly colored picture of a woman performing oral sex displayed on the screen. I stood there, unsure whether to go over or hide. She noticed I was back and jumped up, a slight blush creeping across her delicate face. She awkwardly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and said softly, "Oh, you're looking at this stuff? I really don't understand you men. What's so interesting about it?" She wrinkled her nose slightly, looking incredibly playful.
I smiled awkwardly at her and said, "Uh… I was just bored, just looking around, hehe, hehe."
She bit her lip, her clear, bright eyes glancing at me sideways with an expression as captivating as a little bird looking at someone. My heart skipped a beat. She had already turned around and bent over, clicking the first window with the mouse, and reading my online username in a teasing tone: "Xiao Shiyilang, Intermediate Member, Points 55, Hmm, the reply is... Ah, the emotions are delicate, the description is meticulous, if the scene were more novel..."
I blushed, not wanting to rush to close it, and my embarrassed gaze fell on her. Only then did I notice that she was wearing a white T-shirt tucked into her jeans today, her waist was so thin, two beautiful curves extending downwards, resembling a beautiful buttocks, stretching the light blue jeans tightly. Usually, women in this line of work don't have very good posture because they sit all day; their buttocks are either too fat or too thin. Such plump, round, and beautiful buttocks are rare.
As she read, she turned and smiled at me, then suddenly noticed my gaze. She glanced at herself and realized she was sticking her butt out, hunching over in a rather unseemly posture in front of a man. She quickly stood up, smiling shyly and scolding, "You little rascal, what are you looking at?"
Startled, I snapped out of my reverie. Seeing that she was blushing but not angry, I chuckled awkwardly, "Sister Xu, I...I wasn't looking..." Realizing I'd been too obvious, I stopped myself.
Xu Ying rolled her eyes at me, returned to her seat, and, her expression returning to normal, said, "Get back to work, brother. Men aren't all serious." Speechless, I quickly hung up the internet, glancing back at her out of the corner of my eye. I noticed her legs were quite beautiful; strange, I'd never noticed before.
It took me a while to calm down. I took a nap at noon, and was still feeling lazy in the afternoon. I played Need for Speed for a while, but feeling bored, I downloaded a martial arts novel by Li Liang called "The Contradictory Celestial Master" to read. Since a young lady was sitting next to me, I certainly didn't dare to look at anything else and risk making things awkward. However, she doesn't usually wear glasses, so if I was reading something erotic, she wouldn't know what I was looking at.
Xu Ying leaned over and glanced at my computer. I said with a smirk, "What are you looking at? It's perfectly healthy. If you want to read it, I'll tell you the website address, go for it yourself."
Xu Ying raised an eyebrow and said sullenly, "Go away, you're so irresponsible. If I wanted to read it, would I need you to tell me? Can't I find it myself? When I was reading it..." She realized she had let something slip, blushed, and fell silent.
I asked curiously, "Sister Xu, you watch these too? Which websites do you usually visit?" I chat online and have a few close friends with whom I can talk about anything. Anyway, with the internet as a fig leaf to hide our faces, no one knows anyone else, so we dare to say anything. A girl from Sichuan asked me for pornographic videos, so I sent her a few. Later, I simply gave her a few website addresses, and we also exchanged reactions after watching them on QQ.
Xu Ying pretended not to hear, glanced at the novel I was reading on READBOOK, wrinkled her nose, and changed the subject, saying, "Li Liang? His novels are all for children. I prefer Jin Yong and Gu Long's works. Gu Long's works have beautiful imagery and language, while Jin Yong's works are more suitable for the general public."
I chimed in, "I like all of Gu Long's works too. As for Jin Yong's novels, 'Flying Snow Shoots the White Deer, Smiling Proud Wanderer, Divine Hero, and Jade Sword,' there's a saying that they're 70% good and 80% bad; at least half of them aren't very good."
Xu Ying said, "No one can be a gem in every word, right? One masterpiece like 'The Legend of the Condor Heroes' is enough to make him a master."
I smiled and said, "Oh, that literature for disabled people?"
She asked curiously, "What? What do you mean?"
I explained to her, "The characters in that book all have serious personality flaws; they are emotionally disabled. For example, Guo Jing lost his father before he was born, Yang Kang is the child of a remarried family, Huang Rong lacks maternal love, Huang Yaoshi is widowed in middle age, Mu Nianci's whole family succumbed to the plague and she herself is an orphan, Wang Chongyang, the Central Divine, is a great hero who has lost his love, the Western Poison has an affair with his sister-in-law and has an illegitimate child, the Southern Emperor is a victim of infidelity, the Northern Beggar is a gluttonous hero, Zhou Botong is mentally challenged, Mei Chaofeng is a lonely master who lost her husband, Ke Zhen'e..."
Before I could finish speaking, Xu Ying was already giggling uncontrollably, her face flushed red. She said to me, "You're so shameless! How could you even think of that?" I
stared at her intently. A few strands of hair fell across her forehead, her face was delicate, her nose small, and her lips slightly upturned… I couldn't help but sigh, "Sister Xu, you're so beautiful." She frowned slightly, giving me a reproachful look. She opened her mouth, but seeing my sincere expression, she sensed that I genuinely complimented her, so a blush appeared on her face, and she pursed her lips without speaking.
I mustered my courage and said again, "Your lips are beautiful too."
She pretended to be angry, puffing out her cheeks and saying indignantly, "Are you pushing your luck?" Then, she couldn't help but burst into laughter.
I shamelessly continued to flatter her, saying, "Tsk tsk tsk, your smile is like a nightingale singing in the willows, so beautiful."
She blushed, glanced at me, and didn't say a word. I could tell she was very happy, so I seized the opportunity and said, "Ah, just a silent smile is enough to captivate a city, and a second smile could topple a kingdom."
She tried to suppress her laughter with a straight face and deliberately asked me, "What do you say if I don't laugh?"
I shook my head and said, "Alas, such a beauty, you mustn't laugh. Even without smiling, she's already captivating. If she does laugh, what will happen?"
She couldn't help but burst out laughing, her face flushed, and shoved me, saying, "Go to hell, don't be so casual with me."
I stared blankly at her beauty, unable to suppress the love in my heart. I slowly stood up, feeling an urge to pull her into my arms and kiss her passionately.
She looked at me warily, instinctively picking up a notebook and covering her lips, revealing only a pair of gentle, dreamy eyes. She stammered, "What...what are you going to do? Don't do anything rash, I...
I'm going to call for help."
Looking at her adorable, bunny-like appearance, I felt a tickle in my heart, but since she was threatening me half-jokingly, I didn't dare to be presumptuous. On a whim, I deliberately moved closer to her, making her lean back timidly, her face turning red again. She coughed and said in a childish voice, "I...I...Auntie, I need to go to the toilet. What are you thinking about?"
After saying that, I laughed and turned to run away. Xu Ying was very nimble, her legs quickly lifting up. Even though I ran fast enough, she still kicked me in the butt. I cried out and pretended to fall, which made her giggle like silver bells behind me.
After that little commotion, our relationship became much closer. We often joked around, and occasionally I'd tell her some dirty jokes, which would annoy her by punching me with my little pink fists and calling me a pervert, a no-good guy.
The May sky lacked the dust and chill of early spring; the sun was warm, the wind clear and gentle, and the flowers, plants, and trees in the neighborhood swayed in the late spring breeze, young and full of vitality. That day, after a spring rain, the air was fresh, but the roads quickly dried. Feeling restless, I went to the bookstore, bought two books on C++, and strolled back. Passing the pedestrian overpass, I saw a familiar figure—it was her! A vendor selling pirated DVDs was arguing with her.
Curious, I walked over and stood in the crowd to watch. It turned out she had been squatting there for a while, picking through films, but hadn't found anything suitable. When she was about to leave, the vendor stopped her, saying she'd been there too long and was slowing him down. He insisted she buy a few, and the price was a bit high. She naturally refused. I guessed the vendor was taking advantage of her because of her out-of-town accent.
I watched with a grin. She didn't even see me clearly; her delicate face flushed slightly. In her anxiety, her hometown accent became even stronger—a soft, sticky voice—as she argued with him.
Seeing that the vendor was holding some newly released films, I went over and said, "Never mind, never mind, three for ten yuan, give them to me."
At that moment, she…

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