The flower-lined path has never been swept for guests, but the humble gate is now opened for you!

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This weekend, my wife and kids went to her parents' house. I was incredibly bored, so I sat down at the computer, turned it on as if it were a routine, and entered the NetEase 0772 local chat room. I used a name born of loneliness and boredom: "Paid One-Night Stand," listened to some bar love songs, and then coldly waited for the "prostitutes" online. -
In Liuzhou, this lonely city, I've lived here for ten years since graduating. I've grown accustomed to the unbridled nature of the internet and the ambiguity here. I've even been thinking, money is a wonderful thing; online, if you have money, you have more opportunities than others—what a ridiculous logic! -
As usual, many people greeted me, many asking about prices, quite descriptive: 200 for a night, 500 for a whole night. I remained noncommittal, coldly refusing to answer. I actually hate myself. On one hand, I hoped the girl on the other side of the internet (preferably a woman) was completely clueless, but on the other hand, I hoped she was suddenly overcome with passion tonight. -
Suddenly, a quiet message appeared: "How old are you?" I said, "I'm 34. What about you?" She didn't answer. After a long while, she asked me again, "Are you alone?" I said, "Of course. I wouldn't be bored with my wife and kids." She laughed, "What are you planning to do?" I said, "Tell me." She said, "How much are you going to pay?" I said, "It depends on your setup." She said, "500." I almost gasped. I've seen many online scams, but never one this ruthless. I was speechless. I thought, "Forget it." So I stopped talking and continued waiting. -
She asked me what was wrong. I said, "Nothing. Good luck." A light rain started falling outside, pattering on the glass. She said, "You should try it, because it's the weekend, and because we'll have memories when we're old." I said, "Of course I hope so, but I don't have that much money. Besides, I need to go to a hotel.
Come to my place, let me spend the night with you, okay? I'll be sincere, really, from the bottom of my heart. As for the money, you can decide. I'm not a prostitute." My heart started pounding, surprised and also by her bluntness. I asked where she was, and she said in Shengli Residential Area. I was startled and asked which floor. She said Unit 0, Apartment 0. My heart was pounding because I lived in the same complex as her. Standing at my window, I could vaguely see the dim yellow light from her apartment. At this moment, was that soft light really waiting for me, this unexpected guest? -
The rain started to fall harder and harder, as if it would tear the world apart. I nervously recalled, guessing that she might be the one I met in the complex. This was the most bustling residential area in Liubei District, Liuzhou, a gathering place for almost all the passionate men and women of Liubei. Which woman on the other side of the internet could she be? Are you coming? ...It's very late... -
I said I was already here because I was right across from you. I'm in Unit X, Apartment X. -
Silence fell between us. I could see her curtains move slightly. I guessed she must be looking at me. I smiled, and, though I don't usually smoke, I lit a cigarette and waved it around, the light flickering. -
Do I know you? She started to become timid. I said I didn't know, maybe, maybe... She said, "Come on over, don't ring the doorbell." I said, "Okay." -
As I walked down my stairs, my heart was pounding. My nerves were racing, but my anxiety almost made my heart stop.
I hate the endless rain; by the time I got to her building, I was soaked to the bone. Going up to the sixth floor, I almost lost my courage. I really didn't know anything about her situation. What if there was someone else at home? What if she wasn't a single woman? What if...? Before I could even ring the doorbell, I heard the remote say softly, "Open..." -
By then, I was already standing at her door. The door opened gently, and a soft hand quietly tugged at me in the darkness, saying, "Don't make a sound, my mother's home." I numbly followed her, quietly taking off my shoes, and then numbly followed her into the bedroom. -
Only when my wildly beating heart calmed down did I have a chance to observe this unfamiliar world. The room had the familiar dim yellow light, a huge double bed, and a wedding photo of the lady of the house on the bedside table, smiling sweetly. On an exquisite dressing table beside the bed sat a tiny, open laptop. The air was filled with the intoxicating scent of a high-end perfume, and the gentle, romantic tones of a saxophone flowed softly from a small mini speaker. -
The lady of the house hugged me from behind, gently, as if telling me something. I said I was soaking wet, and she said, "Take a shower." I turned to look at her. -
I've seen many beautiful women, but I was still captivated by her stunning beauty. She was wearing a red nightgown, her hair, still wet from her shower, draped over her shoulders. Her beautiful face held a hint of allure, a hint of longing, and a hint of sadness. I stared at her, mesmerized. She smiled and said, "Go take a shower," like coaxing a child. I
had to tiptoe around because her mother was next door. My panic was inexplicable. I'm not usually a shy man, but I have to admit that when I looked in the mirror while showering, I found my face flushed. Was it shyness or impulsiveness? I was fantasizing about the passion that was about to unfold, and my blood was boiling. I poked my head out and shouted into the room, "The money's in your bag, take it yourself!" The laughter from inside made me even more frenzied.
She lay on the bed, like a seagull submerged in water, her voluptuous body barely concealed by her pajamas. She smiled and asked me, "Wine or a drink?" I jumped onto the bed, panting, and said, "I only want you."
I gave her a light, fleeting kiss, and she moaned as she returned the kiss with her fragrant breath. In that instant of contact, I could feel her desire and shyness. The desire in my heart burned like a raging fire. I knew we had entered a state of near madness. -
She almost went crazy as we embraced tightly, screaming and groping. I covered her mouth so her poor mother could hear, and she mumbled that her mother was deaf and couldn't hear anymore. She almost fainted when I entered her, screaming that she wanted more. -
The continuous thrusting left us both drenched in sweat, and the repeated orgasms made her nails dig almost into my back. I released all my passion with a final, muffled groan. -
I think I must have fallen asleep while I lay there panting, because I only realized my embarrassment when she was wiping me with a hot towel. When I laughed and called her over, she lay quietly in my arms like a kitten, gently stroking my chest. - I
heard her slow heartbeat. She stroked me and asked, "Do you recognize me?" I nodded, then shook my head. Actually, as I really looked at her, I kept asking myself, "Do I recognize her?" It seemed like we had met before, yet it seemed like we hadn't; I was confused about whether I knew her or not. I asked, "Where's your husband?" She didn't answer. I continued, "Have you seen him?" I said, "I don't know."
She stepped over me and took a beautiful photo album from the bedside table. I lazily looked at it. In the album, the man and woman were embracing, sweet yet exhausted. Surrounding them was a lively, innocent child. The photos were scattered, some from Beijing, some from Nanjing, some from Shanghai, and some from Guilin. Strangely, in every photo, they were embracing tightly, but only the child was smiling. I asked, "How is he?" and then I noticed her face suddenly covered in tears. -
I must say, I'm a very curious man. I gently patted her back to comfort her. She cried uncontrollably, almost swaying. I asked, "What's wrong? He's gone?" She cried. I said, "What's wrong? He doesn't want you anymore?" She nodded and shook her head, just crying incessantly, leaving me at a loss. -
She said, "I don't want money, I don't want a house, I don't want a car, I just want him!" She broke down in tears. After a long pause, she said, "
That's enough. I just wanted to make you happy. Would you like something to drink?" I said I didn't want anything, I was hungry. "How about we get something to eat?" she said. "I have something too," she replied. "Shall we have a late-night snack?"
The rain had stopped sometime earlier, leaving a damp, intoxicating scent in the air. We walked past the security guard like ordinary passersby, and after walking quite a distance, we started holding hands, like lovers, like husband and wife.
I've always felt that Liuzhou's nights are far more enchanting than its days. It was already two in the morning, and the Shengli Community barbecue night market was still bustling with people. The young owner called out to us, inviting us to sit in a quiet spot. I ordered two bottles of Li Quan beer and a grilled fish. I said, "Want some drinks?" She said, "I don't drink," and took a small sip.
Suddenly, we both fell silent. I was reminiscing about our earlier madness, but more so, I was bewildered by her tears. I asked her again what was wrong, and she said, "She's been arrested."
I couldn't help but feel incredibly awkward, because all the way here I'd assumed she'd suffered a heartbreak, but I hadn't expected this outcome. "What case?" I asked cautiously. "Economic," she replied with a bitter smile. After a long pause, she said, "Do you remember that big scandal last year about embezzlement in the factory's engineering department?" I racked my brain, vaguely remembering that the media coverage was quite dramatic. When the police (probably the anti-corruption bureau) brought those criminals to justice, they used words that expressed great satisfaction. "
Those photos you saw? They were taken when he was fleeing with me and the child. He was a wanted criminal. We were divorced. He missed the child so much. He asked me to bring him over to see him. When the child looked at his father with surprise and rushed towards him, he was pinned down." She burst into tears again. "
I'll never forget the despair he showed when he was pinned to the ground, looking at me and the child with almost screaming helplessness." She sobbed again. People around us looked at us curiously. I handed her a tissue, and she thanked me. "
When we came out, the moon was bright and the stars were few. Cars sped by, splashing water everywhere. People were rushing home. She said I would be waiting forever, but how long would I have to wait?" I was speechless. "When will he come out?" Maybe 20 years, maybe… -
Her mother is still asleep in another room. She laughed and said, "My mother became a widow in her thirties, and I'm going to continue her business." A bitter laugh, weathered by life. -
The phone suddenly rang. She said it was her cousin calling, saying her bar had just closed and asking if she was okay. She hurriedly said she was fine. Her cousin said she should think about her own affairs. She said, "Don't worry about me. I just got back from having a late-night snack at Shengli BBQ." Her cousin said, "Wait for me, I'm coming right away! I'll come see you." She said no. Her cousin insisted!
Her cousin's insistence made them both extremely flustered. So she called back, saying, "Don't come. I'm fine. I'm an adult. I know how to handle my own affairs. I just want some peace and quiet. Please, please." They were at an impasse until the other end sighed and said, "Then promise, promise you won't do anything reckless." She laughed and said, "I promise. It's been so long, and nothing's happened, has it?" -
The phone hung up, a dial tone. She turned her head and smiled: "They always try to persuade me not to commit suicide." I suddenly sat up, then lay back down. She showed me her arm; a clear scar seemed to be both venting and telling a story. I held her close, and she lay quietly, stroking it, and sighed: "Even borrowed things can be so beautiful." It's been almost a year now, and I'm so touched, really, thank you, thank you. -
But you have your own world, your own space, will you remember me? She tickled my chest, it was itchy, her tongue gently gliding across my ear. I trembled as if electrocuted. When her tongue sealed my lips, my eyes began to blur. When she pressed her whole body against mine, I suddenly realized my tears were about to fall. -
What a night this is! My heart wanders aimlessly, as if being led by a leash. I hate her husband like everyone else, yet I also deeply pray for his early return. I'm willing to be her one-night stand, but dawn will surely break, and like most emotional people exhausted from a night's sleep, we'll surely say goodbye. The sky remains the same, people remain the same, life remains the same. -
She lit a cigarette, took a drag, and held it to my lips. I took a deep drag, exhaled, and she took it, then slowly exhaled again. She took another deep drag, and while holding me tightly, she suddenly let go. Wisps of smoke curled around my body, and she sighed softly:

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