Women are going crazy too

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Women Go Crazy!
Just one phone call from my old classmate Ouyang Qun made me decide to return to Beijing, where I had lived for four years.
Ouyang Qun told me on the phone that of the 22 male and female classmates who remained in Beijing, besides five others like me who were still single, 14 out of the 17 married were divorced.
"Really? You're not kidding me, are you?" I shouted at Ouyang Qun on the other end of the phone.
"Hey. What's so strange about that? Beijing's divorce rate is just high. And it's even higher among the educated and wealthy."
"Even if Beijing's divorce rate is high, it can't be this high, right?"
"You don't believe me? Come and see. I don't know the exact percentage, but all of our classmates are divorced, that's for sure."
"What are the reasons for divorce?"
"All sorts of reasons, the most common being incompatibility."
"Incompatibility? No, not incompatibility, but sexual incompatibility, right?"
"Oh. Yes, yes, yes. You, the love expert, hit the nail on the head. That really gets to the heart of the matter."
Don't let my current single status fool you; back in school, I was quite the "love expert" among my classmates. Although I'd never been in a serious relationship myself, I'd given countless suggestions to classmates struggling with dating. Especially when mentoring female classmates heartbroken in love, I'd often take advantage of my "job" to get hugs, kisses, caresses, and even sex.
Heartbroken girls are incredibly fragile, both emotionally and psychologically. In their extreme pain, they desperately need a safe haven, even just temporary respite. My patient guidance and detailed analysis promptly alleviated their suffering. While grateful to me, they also sought emotional and psychological comfort from me. Each time I was intimate with these heartbroken girls, it wasn't me, the "mentor," taking advantage of their vulnerability; rather, the girls willingly and gently offered themselves to me. And I simply did what I wanted to do, what I could do, and what I desired.
Especially those female classmates who had already slept with their ex-boyfriends—whether out of need, revenge, or gratitude—all invariably voluntarily went to bed with me, writhing and contorting their bodies almost frantically in bed. Of course, frequent moans and unusual cries of pleasure were indispensable. My sacrifices, besides my energy and physical strength, also included the cost of a hotel room. This was all painstakingly saved from my parents' allowance.
Five years ago, I graduated from Capital Normal University. At graduation, out of the forty-odd students in my class, besides five or six who were originally from Beijing, nearly thirty were trying every possible way to stay in Beijing.
My home is in Dalian, and everyone knows Dalian is a very beautiful city. Big cities are certainly nice, but compared to these beautiful small and medium-sized cities, they always give one a feeling of restlessness and instability. So, I gave up trying to stay in Beijing. While my classmates were scrambling and racking their brains to stay in Beijing, I thoroughly explored every corner of the city.
Beijing, I had come to know you in every way. Not only the most famous tourist spots and scenic areas in the suburbs, but even the nice hutongs and courtyards—I had them all imprinted in my heart, bringing them all back to my birthplace, the coastal city of Dalian. I
was wrong. It wasn't until I received Ouyang Qun's call that I realized my initial feeling about leaving Beijing was incorrect. What I took with me, what I knew, was only the geographical Beijing; I hadn't understood the cultural aspects of Beijing at all, let alone taken anything with me in a comprehensive way.
Ouyang Qun's phone call stirred within me an impulse. I wanted to live in Beijing for a few years, or even longer, to observe, experience, and understand why my classmates and dear Beijing residents were so adept at and interested in divorce.
To be honest, Beijing doesn't hold much appeal for me; I wouldn't choose it solely for survival. These past few years back in Dalian, working for the evening newspaper, I had connections everywhere, and everything went smoothly. Convenient, comfortable, and with a place in society—even though I wasn't married, I hadn't missed out on anything. People
are strange sometimes; when things aren't going well, they crave success, but once everything is going smoothly, they find it bland and tasteless. Just when I felt my current life lacked excitement, I received Ouyang Qun's call. Almost without thinking, I decided to come to Beijing. My years working for the evening newspaper had developed a strong interest in social issues. Several sensational long-form reports on social problems that I wrote for the newspaper made me quite famous in this medium-sized city. Having followed the lives of Dalian residents for several years, this time I'm going to focus on Beijing residents.
To succeed in anything, you have to put in real effort. Once an idea is formed, the difference between putting in effort and not putting in effort is vast. Of my nearly thirty classmates who wanted to stay in Beijing, after overcoming countless difficulties and obstacles, twenty-two ultimately stayed. The success rate is quite high.
At the beginning of graduation, classmates kept in frequent contact. Who got married, what kind of man they married, what kind of woman they married—these were the main topics of our phone calls. Later, as time went by, and because everyone had their own work and lives, the contact became less and less frequent.
I had imagined they were all living their ideal lives in Beijing, but who would have thought they would all get divorced? What were the reasons? Even those couples who were famous in school went their separate ways? Does Beijing really have such a destructive power on marriage?!
What surprised me even more was that the female classmates mostly divorced because they abandoned their husbands, while the male classmates mostly divorced because they were abandoned by their wives. Are all Beijing women, or those who stay in Beijing, this open and modern? Is it because my classmates have contracted a "divorce contagion"? What are other women like? Is it really all due to "sexual incompatibility"?
From Dalian to Beijing, the flight time is 55 minutes, but the train journey takes more than ten hours. The plane crosses the Bohai Bay, while the train goes around it. The plane is faster, and with its shortcuts, the train can never catch up.
From Dalian Zhoushuizi Airport to Beijing Capital International Airport, it takes 55 minutes, but from the airport to downtown Beijing, it takes an hour and a half. If you compare the cars on the highway from the airport to Sanyuanqiao to galloping horses, then once they cross Sanyuanqiao, the same car instantly becomes a crawling tortoise. In Beijing, almost every road has become a parking lot. The difference is that cars in parking lots are completely still, while cars on the road crawl like tortoises.
South of Capital Normal University is Gongzhufen. There's a hotel called Xinxing Hotel at the northwest corner of the Gongzhufen overpass. Logically, since I'm in Beijing and paying for everything myself, I should be frugal. But these past few years working for the evening newspaper have raised my standards, and I'm already uncomfortable staying in cheap places. If it weren't for my own expenses, I wouldn't even consider a hotel like the Xinxing Hotel.
"Let's go to the Xinxing Hotel in Gongzhufen," I said to the taxi driver.
"Okay." This was a good fare; the driver's hours of waiting weren't in vain. If I got out as soon as we entered Sanyuanqiao, the driver would be furious. After waiting so long, the difference between twenty or thirty yuan and over a hundred yuan couldn't keep the driver indifferent.
Everything is expensive in Beijing. Even a standard room at the Xinxing Hotel costs over two hundred yuan.
It was already past six in the evening when I arrived at the Xinxing Hotel. After a quick wash, I sat down and looked through phone numbers to see who to call first after arriving in Beijing. Should I call Ouyang Qun? Or…
"Yu Xin. 139****7382." Yes, I'll call Yu Xin. My gaze naturally lingered on the name and phone number.
What a name that once stirred my heart! This girl from Chengdu, Sichuan, was beautiful, charming, lively, and clever. She had a tomboyish personality yet possessed a feminine allure. She had both a strong side and a captivatingly gentle beauty. Coupled with her round face typical of Sichuan girls, from the first moment I saw her on the day I entered school, I had the desire and determination to hold that face in my hands and slowly admire and gently kiss it. As
the old saying goes, nothing is impossible for a willing heart. Although on the surface, I didn't have the competitiveness to win over Yu Xin among the boys in our class, my early action and persistence ensured that Yu Xin was under my control from the very beginning.
Although my desire to hold Yu Xin's lovely face in my hands and slowly admire and gently kiss it was satisfied, we ultimately didn't end up together. The reason was that when I was "comforting" a female classmate who had just broken up with her boyfriend, she showed me pornography. Otherwise, either she would have come to Dalian with me, or I would have stayed in Beijing with her. Whether she still has feelings for me or not, I don't know, but she's single now. When she broke up with me, she said, "I know you won't sleep with just one woman, it's not a matter of your personal morality. That's how society is now, almost all men are like that. But don't do it in front of me. I can't accept it if I see you having an affair with another girl. If it were the other way around, would you accept it if you saw me having sex with another man?" I was speechless.
I liked Yu Xin, not only because she was beautiful, but also because she was generous. Even though we ended our relationship, for more than a month before graduation, we were still like buddies, happy and carefree. On the day we parted after graduation, we hugged passionately and kissed deeply and passionately. In that kiss, there was attachment, reminiscence, regret, and blessing. Our tears streamed down our cheeks, mingling together as our faces rubbed against each other.
I don't know if it's because Yu Xin and I left such a deep impression on each other, but we still haven't started our own families, and of course, we've never experienced the feeling of divorce.
"Hello. Is this Yu Xin?"
"Who is this?"
"This is Fang Zhou."
"Who? Fang, Fang Zhou? Are you really Fang Zhou?" Yu Xin's voice was noticeably higher.
"Yes. This is Fang Zhou."
"Oh my! Zhouzhou!" Yu Xin exclaimed on the other end of the phone.
"Xin Xin. Hello. Xin Xin." Hearing Yu Xin's excitement at recognizing me, I immediately perked up too.
Yu Xin and I used to address each other like this when we were in school, especially during our relationship. Even after our relationship ended, we stopped addressing each other that way and didn't call each other by our first names, always using "Hey" instead. When Yu Xin recognized my voice and couldn't help but call me by my nickname, I sensed that she no longer held any grudges about the past.
"Oh my! Zhouzhou, where are you?" Yu Xin's voice was clear and joyful.
"Xin Xin, I'm in Beijing."
"Really? Where are you? Where are you now?"
"I'm in Gongzhufen. Do you know the Xinxing Hotel in Gongzhufen?"
"Of course I know. Isn't it north of the Urban-Rural Trade Center? Which room are you in?"
"638."
"You didn't make plans with anyone else, did you?"
"No. This is the first call I've made since arriving in Beijing."
"Ah. Okay. Wait for me. I'll be there in half an hour."
I hung up the phone and looked at myself in the large mirror on my desk. My hair was a little messy, and my collar was slightly stained. How could I meet Yu Xin like this? It would take Yu Xin half an hour to get here; I might as well use twenty minutes to take a shower and change.
I took off all my clothes and went into the bathroom. In the mirror, my stomach was slightly protruding. The muscles I used to build in school had been replaced by smooth fat. Getting a few years older was one factor, but the excessive eating and drinking in Dalian was also a significant one. However, I've heard from several women who have slept with me that they like men like me on top of them, saying they're heavy yet soft. Powerful yet tender.
I took a full twenty minutes to shower, change into clean clothes, and then stood in front of the mirror, feeling much more refreshed. This was a female classmate visiting, and also my former lover. If it were a male classmate, I wouldn't have rushed through the shower and change. Everyone cares about their image in front of the opposite sex, and even more so in front of a former lover—I didn't want her to see me looking any less attractive than before.
For ten minutes, I paced anxiously in my hotel room, imagining what Yu Xin looked like. Five minutes past the appointed time, there was a
knock on my door. The knocking echoed my pounding heart. I strode to the door, unlocked it, and a modern, stylish woman appeared before me.
"You? Yu Xin?"
"You? Fang Zhou?"
"Oh my. You've changed. You're different now."
"Changed. You've changed too."
"You've become even more alluring. So sexy."
"Aren't you sexy too? You've gained weight. Fat men are sexy."
"You're tight and revealing now?"
"I like it, and men love to see it."
"So you're thinking about men now?"
"Zhouzhou, it's been years since we last met, why didn't you say anything?"
"Ah. Come here. Xin Xin." I naturally and gently pulled Yu Xin into my arms.
"Hmm. That's more like it." Yu Xin pulled me into her arms even tighter than I did.
"How are you? Are you doing well?" I asked Yu Xin.
"Not bad. Carefree, I can do whatever I want." Yu Xin answered easily.
"You seem to live a very relaxed and carefree life."
"You look good too, all smiles."
"Do you have a partner yet?"
"What's the point of having a partner? It's so much better to be free. Why create so much burden?"
"What do you do when you're thinking about 'that'?"
"You? Oh my Zhouzhou, is that even a problem? You can have a man at your beck and call."
"Hehe. Xinxin. Our Xinxin. You've become so open-minded after all these years?"
"Are you still surprised? Isn't this a very normal thing? Do you eat when you're hungry? Do you drink when you're thirsty? Isn't sex the same principle? If you have a need, you should satisfy it. If you don't, you feel uncomfortable; if you do, you feel comfortable. Isn't that a very simple principle? Do you have a partner?" "
No."
"Then how do you deal with it when you need it?"
"Me? Me, hehe."
"Tell me. Look at you, so shy. Tell me the truth. People from small towns just aren't good enough."
"Ah. Are people from big cities really that much better than people from small towns like us?"
"Hey. Look at what you're saying. At least people from big cities dare to do and say what they want. Unlike people from small towns like you, who either don't dare to do it, or they do it but don't dare to say it."
"Hey, hey. What's the big deal?" I steeled myself. You, Yu Xin, dare to be so frank about your needs, readily available and dismissive of men. What am I, a grown man, afraid of?
"Why are you so shy?"
"I just look for women too."
"That's normal. You're human, not a god. Humans have to live human lives. If a person doesn't have a proper sex life, it's very bad for their health."
"Then you have it much easier than me."
"Why?"
"Women need men they can find anytime, anywhere. Especially a beautiful and sexy woman like you, if you invite any man to bed, they'll come running. But for a man, finding a woman isn't nearly as easy. I often suffer from this kind of abstinence." "
Zhouzhou, how long has it been since you've been with a woman?" Yu Xin's words startled me.
"Me? It's been more than ten days."
"Have you thought about it?"
"I..." While I hesitated, Yu Xin pushed me onto the bed, hugged me, and pressed herself against me, her fragrant lips kissing me, her wet tongue wriggling into my mouth. This was something I hadn't expected.
Yu Xin was indeed bold, but when we were dating, I was always the one initiating kisses, caresses, and sex. After not seeing each other for years, she was so open, treating sex like drinking water.
Despite these thoughts, the alluring Xin Xin, rubbing and writhing against me, left me no room for further thought. I rolled over and pinned her down again. If I didn't take the initiative now, wouldn't Xin Xin say I wasn't a man?
I deftly stripped off Xin Xin's clothes, used my mouth to wash her from head to toe, and then lingered between her legs, gently caressing her with the tip of my tongue.
Chapter Two of "Women Gone Wild
" "Zhouzhou, you're so much more skilled than you were in school. That's great!" Xin Xin said in a very soft voice.
"You're also much more carefree than you were in school. In school, you were always half-hearted, and I was already nervous. If you didn't let go, I would panic even more. Every time,
I would just hastily give in to your 'contract' (sexual intercourse)." "Yeah. Really. After graduation, after experiencing more of this, I realized how foolish I was before. Such a wonderful thing, why was I so reserved, hesitant, and timid? Ah. Good. That's great. Zhouzhou. I didn't cooperate with you well before, but I'll make up for it this time you came to Beijing." Xin Xin said breathlessly.
"Mmm, okay. Okay. My dear Xin Xin." I responded to Xin Xin's sweet murmurs while I was busy.
To be honest, when Yu Xin heard how excited she was about my arrival in Beijing, and how she immediately went to the hotel to see me, I had a vague feeling that we would eventually end up in bed. But I never expected her to be so eager to push me into bed. Did she really miss me? Or had she developed a physical dependence on sex, or perhaps a strong interest in this adult activity?
"What are you thinking about? Are you distracted? It's not sharp enough!" Xin Xin had really become a sex expert. I didn't even feel any change myself, but she could tell that I wasn't sharp enough. She was incredibly sensitive.
After only twenty minutes, I couldn't control myself anymore, and Xin Xin was also shouting, "Yes, yes, I want it." In a dizzy state, I ended my first impulsive encounter with Xin Xin.
"Go wash up quickly. We'll talk again when you're back," I said to Xin Xin.
"Come on, let's go. Look how sweaty you are." Xin Xin got out of bed naked and beckoned me to go to the bathroom with her to shower.
"Shower together? Is that okay?" I hesitated.
"Hey. You. You've already entered my body, we've already made love, what's wrong with showering together? You're not that old-fashioned from living in Dalian, are you?" Xin Xin said very seriously but casually.
"You're right. Why can't I think of that?" Saying that, I followed Xin Xin into the bathroom.
I've taken a bath together more than ten times. When I went to various counties and cities for interviews, they would arrange for me to go to the bathhouse and play with the prostitutes after dinner. When playing with prostitutes in the bathhouse, we were all sweaty afterward, and the prostitutes were also sweaty, plus the sweat I dripped and rubbed on them, so we were all sticky and had to shower. In the private room, we showered together, lathered each other with soap, flirted with each other, and then the prostitutes went to serve the next customer clean and fresh. If we stayed overnight, we'd shower and then fall asleep in each other's arms, and continue our activities after we woke up. Then we'd shower again.
Xin Xin had already turned on the shower. A light mist enveloped her fair and delicate body. Her slender fingers were kneading her full, rounded breasts, her lower abdomen flat and slightly protruding, her slender waist connected to her perfectly proportioned hips.
I leaned forward, my hands reaching towards Xin Xin's breasts, gently caressing and kneading them. Xin Xin giggled softly, looked up at me, then lowered her head again. Her hands moved to the dark pubic hair between her legs, lightly stroking it.
The affairs between men and women are truly inexplicable. You feel no desire for someone you don't like; your desire for someone you like seems endless. Is sexual desire physiological or psychological? From my own experience, the physiological component of sexual desire outweighs the physiological component. This is the main reason why many men, even all men, cannot have sex with their wives, but are passionately attracted to their lovers or prostitutes.
As I massaged and rubbed Xin Xin, my erection involuntarily returned.
"Tsk tsk tsk. Your little rascal is up to no good again," Xin Xin teased. My erection, which had been half-erect, instantly straightened up after her words. "
Come on," Xin Xin said, bending over at a ninety-degree angle, offering me her round, plump buttocks. Without hesitation, I gripped her slender waist and thrust into her from behind once more.
Only ten minutes had passed since the last time, but this time it was even more intense. Xin Xin cried out, I panted, and the sounds unique to my erection were drowned out by the rushing water from the showerhead. We could indulge our instincts without any restraint.
Xin Xin and I wriggled from the bathtub to its edge; then from the edge to the toilet, and from the toilet to the vanity in the sink; then, still dripping wet, I carried Xin Xin back to the room.
Every object in the room bore witness to the ever-changing lovemaking positions Xin Xin and I had taken. The desk, the bedside table, the sofa, the chair—this time we didn't even go to the bed. For over an hour, Xin Xin and I spent our time on these objects, changing positions and engaging in a passionate lovemaking session.
"Oh, Zhouzhou, you're really, really amazing," Xin Xin said weakly.
"Xin Xin, Xin Xin, you're also, also, really great now," I said, almost speechless.
"Back then, it was such a pity."
"No, it's not a pity. If we hadn't had those old ways, would we be so close now?"
"Yes, you're right. You tell me, what in the world could replace something so wonderful? Why hide things people are willing to do? People are so hypocritical."
"Xin Xin, you really seem like a different person now."
"Zhou Zhou, do you like me the way I am now?"
"Tell me the truth or a lie? "
"Nonsense! Do you need to tell me a lie?"
"I like you as a friend, but I don't like you as my wife." "
You've been talking nonsense all along. All men in the world want other women to be as open as possible, and their own wives to be as closed off as possible. If I were your wife, I wouldn't ask you that. It's precisely because I'm not your wife that I'm asking if you like me the way I am now." "
That's a pointless question too."
"Why?"
"In less than two hours, I made two top-tier attacks. Doesn't that speak volumes?"
"Hmm. Yes. That's true. Hehehehe." Xin Xin's smile was truly sweet as honey.
"How many days are you planning to stay this time?"
"I'm so infatuated with you, I'm not leaving. I'm going to stay forever."
"You? You'd stay in Beijing long-term for me?"
"Yeah. Don't believe me?"
"Of course not."
"Then let me tell you the truth, I want to know the main reasons for Beijing's high divorce rate. Aren't most people who don't get divorced concentrated among our classmates?"
"What's there to know? Divorce is commonplace in Beijing, isn't it? If you're comfortable together, you stay; if not, you break up. Why are you making such a fuss? I have to say, you're definitely from a small town." "
Whether it's a small town or a big town, divorce isn't something you can just do casually."
"You're so old-fashioned, aren't you?"
"It's precisely because divorce isn't so casual that you're making such a fuss. If divorce became casual, would you still be so concerned about this? Casual divorce will become a reality sooner or later."
"Xin Xin, if you hadn't seen that 3D porn, do you think we'd still be together now?"
"Just like history can't repeat itself, marriage can't be hypothesized. Maybe we would have divorced long ago; maybe we'd be barely surviving; maybe we'd still be inseparable; maybe it would be either you killing me or me killing you. Who knows? It's an age-old mystery. Speaking of seeing the 3D porn of you and Xiao Qiang having sex, I couldn't accept it back then. But if it were now, I wouldn't react so strongly. I would make you answer me clearly: do you still love me? When you had sex with Xiao Qiang, was it out of love or just a fling? If you love her, I'll give her up; if it was just a fling, I'll treat it like you peed in someone else's toilet—I won't care at all. Nothing more."
"Sigh! History can't be hypothesized. If it were now, how wonderful that would be."
"Not necessarily. If it were now, the feelings we both experienced later might never have happened."
"You. Xin Xin. A rare, beautiful, and alluring philosopher."
“Zhouzhou, once you’re in Beijing, don’t leave. Times have changed. Even if we don’t end up getting married, we can be best friends. Besides, you’re really good now, I’m really infatuated with you.”
“Then let’s go crazy for once?”
“No way. This wonderful feeling will become boring if we live together all the time. We’ll never find this wonderful, intoxicating feeling again.”
“Xinxin, you really understand men and women. Okay. I’ll listen to you. I’ll stay in Beijing for at least a few years, until you get tired of me, until I’m exhausted, then I’ll retire and go back to Dalian.”
“Good Zhouzhou. Zhouzhou, you’re so good.” Xinxin sat up in bed, hugged me tightly, and sucked my tongue hard with her teeth. Her hand reached for my crotch…
Xinxin kissed me deeply, as if she wanted to swallow me whole. Even at this moment, I still felt incredibly unfamiliar with Xinxin in front of me. Her initiative in matters of love and sex, her tireless enjoyment of sex—I honestly felt like I didn't recognize her anymore. Could the environment really change a person so drastically after just a few years apart?
"Xin Xin, I'm really no match for you. I've already surrendered."
"You've done very well. I'm very satisfied with you."
"Then now..." I meant that Yu Xin's hand was still groping my crotch.
"I don't need you to do anything more. I just like it this way."
"So what do you usually do? I mean, how do you handle things like this?"
"I don't treat this like a daily routine, but I do it a few times a week."
"Who do you meet?"
"Lots of choices. My classmates, my colleagues, online friends, even when I'm walking in the park, if there's a man I like, we exchange glances, and if we both feel like having sex, we go to a place we both agree on and have a one-night stand. It's pretty fun."
"Xin Xin. Back in school, or before coming to Beijing, I would never have imagined you would be so casual—oh, I'm sorry, so relaxed about sex."
"So how do you feel about me now? Do you think I'm promiscuous? Or do you think I live a very self-centered life? Or rather, very carefree?"
"Well, it's alright. You really live a very carefree life. Open, really open."
"Do you think there's a difference between being open and being promiscuous?"
"A difference? There must be a difference, right?"
"Tell me."
"Promiscuity is having no choice; it's purely selling yourself for money. Openness, however, is never about money. It's about respecting one's own nature and finding satisfaction in choosing a partner one desires."
"That's good. Although you come from a small town, your understanding isn't outdated, thanks to your years of higher education."
"Miss Xin, please stop calling it 'small town.' Dalian is a very open city too." "
Are people in open cities all open-minded? If someone talks about being open but acts backward and feudal, then that openness isn't genuine. The degree of freedom in sexual behavior can very accurately reflect how open-minded a place's people are." "
If you put it that way, I'll really admit I'm from a small town. Our Xin Xin has become so open in Beijing in just a few years; what about other women?"
“Zhouzhou, you really don’t need to take this so seriously. Think about it, every single day, adults and many children are enthusiastically doing the same things. Because these things bring joy, relaxation, and pleasure. They bring passion, comfort, and wonder. Since they bring so many good feelings, why do people try so hard to do them while also avoiding them, and even throwing foul words at such wonderful things? Feudal, traditional, outdated, and backward ideas are mostly self-imposed traps. If people don’t even dare to face the sacred and great act of procreation, and don’t even have the courage to admit what they love to do most, isn’t that the greatest tragedy of existence?”
“Xinxin, I see that your openness isn’t blindly letting your nature run wild, but rather has an anti-traditional purpose in it, a direct confrontation with outdated and backward ideas.”
“Zhouzhou, don’t make my actions sound so sacred. The truth is, it’s best to be true to yourself, to genuinely respect yourself. What’s the point of living if you can’t even honestly acknowledge your own basic feelings after living for decades?”
“Xinxin, you’ve thought this through very deeply. Many people, including myself, haven’t considered this as thoroughly as you. We just follow the crowd.”
“Yes. We all used to love doing wonderful things, but now it all looks like we’re doing something supernatural. Even couples doing this try to keep their voices down, afraid someone might hear them. But who doesn’t know that marriage is for this kind of thing? Think about it, every night after ten o’clock, aren’t all the families busy doing this? If couples can do it and enjoy it, why can’t others? If it’s not one person forcing the other, and both are doing it willingly, why should we be subject to interference and criticism?”
“Xinxin, what you said makes a lot of sense.”
"Yes. I don't know if you know, but the great thinker and writer Lu Xun famously said, 'A wedding is an advertisement for sex.' This means that marriage, sex, and intimacy are joyous, wonderful, and things that can be made public. Otherwise, why would everyone try so hard to have such grand and lively weddings?"
"Okay, okay. Xin Xin. You've taught me first with practical experience, and then with understanding. Your knowledge and experience in this area are truly vastly different now."
"This is nothing. There's plenty of time. I'll teach you from these two perspectives often in the future. Come on. Let's not just chat, let's get moving."
"Oh dear. Xin Xin. I... I'm afraid I can't... I can't do it."
"Whether you can do it or not isn't up to you, it depends on whether I want you to. If I want you to, you definitely can." As she spoke, Yu Xin used both her hands and mouth to work on my most sensitive areas.
Chapter 3 of "Women Go Crazy
" "Wow! Xin Xin, you're really something." When Yu Xin sat down on top of me again, I truly admired her skills and abilities. I had never done this kind of continuous work in such a short time before.
This time, it was entirely Yu Xin's initiative; I was just letting her manipulate and control me. She was panting, covered in fragrant sweat, her long, flowing hair clinging to her pink face and her white, smooth chest and back. Her brilliance lay not only in the variety of her movements, but also in her incredibly sensitive touch. She could stop and regroup just when I was about to lose control, then resume the assault. After repeating this several times, I was completely under her control. This unprecedented, intense pleasure sent my heart soaring to the heavens.
"Alright. That's truly wonderful now," Yu Xin said, getting off me, her breath coming in soft gasps.
"Do you always act like this with other people?"
"Of course I do with people I really like. It's like eating; how can you not eat your fill of what you like? Can you put down your chopsticks if you're not full?"
"Hmm. I understand. That makes sense. But I..."
"You? You only ever take a quick bite, right?"
"Whether I like it or not, I rush through it and it's over in one go. It's really like going to the toilet."
"That's so unsatisfying, so boring."
"Okay. I'll learn from you from now on. Go all
out and have a good time." "Right. Play until you're completely exhausted. As long as you don't build your happiness on the misery and suffering of others, you should be free-spirited and live life to the fullest."
"You interact with our classmates more often. Tell me, why are so many of them divorced? I talked to Ouyang Qun on the phone before I came here, and I didn't believe it when she first told me. Is divorce really all about 'personality clashes' but actually 'sexual incompatibility'?"
"That's right. Yes. That's how it is."
"So, tell me, are there really that many couples who are sexually incompatible?"
"That depends on how you look at it. From a purely physiological perspective, not that many. The focus should be on the psychological or emotional aspect."
"What do you mean?" "
When men and women unite, purely animalistic impulses don't last long. And purely physiological desires are easily satisfied. The difficulty lies in satisfying psychological and emotional desires. This is an extremely complex issue. Why do more women file for divorce these days? It's not because their animalistic sexual needs aren't being met, but because their emotional and emotional sexual needs are often unmet. Prolonged unmet emotional and emotional sexual needs create immense pressure and unhappiness, leading to a loss of confidence and enjoyment in life."
"Is this really that important?"
"Important. Really important. You know, people at our level now, especially women, have no worries about material life; our physical needs are well met. In this situation, the emotional and psychological needs become the biggest concern for women. Married men often treat the women lying next to them every day only when they need them, no longer appreciating them as they did when dating or pursuing them. When they're in the mood, they'll have a vigorous, forceful thrusting, finishing in a few minutes or ten minutes, regardless of the woman's feelings, and then fall asleep. A day or two might be tolerable, but ten days..." Eight days might be barely enough, but any longer, and the woman will experience unspeakable pain and unease. If, during this time, another man shows her even a little attention, even the most dutiful woman will begin to stir with long-neglected feelings from her husband. And once she takes that step and sleeps with another man, her experience will bring her a new world of vibrant joy, fluttering butterflies, and idyllic beauty. At this point, she will feel even more disgusted with her husband, because at this point, neither physically nor psychologically, what he gives her can compare to the comfort, excitement, pleasure, and satisfaction offered by another man.
"Oh, Xin Xin. You know sexologists Pan Suiming and Li Yinhe, right?"
"Yes, yes. They're very famous."
"I think you're almost as good as them. You speak so eloquently."
"They do academic research, I'm just making things up for my own amusement. I was happy to see an old classmate, so I just talked nonsense. Actually, my practice is more advanced than my theory."
"Yes. But your practice is ahead of its time, and your theory is also very profound."
"Are you kidding me? I'm too tired today. I'll deal with you later. Hmm. Zhouzhou. Hold me. Let's sleep like this for a while, okay?"
"Ah. Okay. Come on. Baby."
Yu Xin and I were both exhausted. We were too lazy to move even when we fell asleep. More than three hours later, when we woke up, we were still in the same embracing position as we had been three hours earlier. Only my right arm and Yu Xin's left arm were numb, as if they weren't even part of our bodies.
"Ah, what a wonderful sleep! Look at all the benefits of making love. It exercises the whole body, satisfies the mind and body, brings pleasure and joy, and you don't even have to suffer from insomnia. It truly has a hundred benefits and no drawbacks." Yu Xin had barely opened her eyes when she began to promote her theories about lovemaking.
"Mmm. Yes. It feels so good. My mind and body feel so relaxed. Right now, the whole world feels incredibly beautiful. Life feels incredibly joyful and wonderful."
"You've finally gained a completely new understanding of lovemaking, both emotionally and rationally, under the influence and inspiration of my practice and theories." Yu Xin was quite pleased with herself. Her bright, round eyes glanced at me sideways.
"The first lesson you taught me in Beijing will have an immeasurable impact on my future life."
"No. This is far from over. My influence on you, and Beijing's influence on you, is just the beginning. You will live an even more wonderful life in the future."
"I hope so. The extent of your influence, and Beijing's influence on me, will determine how long I stay in Beijing."
"That's true. I'm afraid you won't go back to Dalian."
"You mean I'll settle down in Beijing?"
"That depends on how you define 'home.' If you mean marriage and starting a family, that's your personal choice and freedom; if you mean living in Beijing, then I think there's an eight or nine out of ten chance you'll settle down here." "
Why? Why are you so sure?"
"Because there are women here who constantly ignite your passion and bring you happiness, drawing you in."
"Just because of that?"
"Yes. That alone is enough. Because once you have that, you'll feel that everything else is so wonderful, you'll feel that living here is pleasant, comfortable, peaceful, and suitable. You won't be interested in other places."
"Don't I feel this way in other places?"
"This happens in other places, but not necessarily with the same feeling."
"Why don't you feel this way in other places?"
"Do you know that popular saying from a few years ago? 'Men with money become bad, women who become bad get money.' The latter part means that when women sleep with men, they're always after the man's money. There are completely different levels of pleasure between a man paying for a woman and a man not paying for a woman. Paying for a woman is straightforward—he pays, he plays, and then he's done, leaving without a trace. But not paying for a woman is entirely different. It's not just physical intimacy, but also a fusion of spirit and psychology. Women experience a dizzying sense of bliss, and men experience a strong sense of conquest. This selfless union, devoid of material motives, is incomparable to any other form of intercourse."
"My Xin Xin. After all this roundabout talk, are you trying to tell me that most women in Beijing sleep with men not for material gain, but purely for spiritual and psychological satisfaction?"
“Zhouzhou, you’re absolutely right. It’s rare to see such a high percentage of women in other places sleeping with men for financial reasons. That’s why I said you’d linger in Beijing. You’ll see later.”
“Okay. I’ll gradually learn more about this. But we’ve already invested so much, shouldn’t we replenish our energy and fuel?”
“Yes. Yes. It should. No gain, no gain. And without gain, there’s no joy. I’ll treat you. Come on, there’s a restaurant called Huifengtang on the fifth floor of the Cuiwei Building next door, let’s go there.”
“Okay. Whatever you say. Let’s go.”
In the past few years, Yu Xin has changed jobs three times, and now she works for a telecommunications company called East Longitude 50 Degrees. The company is in a 30-story building near the West Third Ring Road. She says the company is very profitable, with a monthly net income of ten million yuan.
“Companies aren’t like government offices; their mechanisms are flexible. The more we earn, the more we get paid, with salaries determined by monthly net income. For my work, the highest I received this year was 8,600 yuan. The lowest was still 6,300 yuan,” Yu Xin told me casually and easily, but it sounded quite unbelievable to me. How much could a young woman like her contribute to the company to earn so much money every month? How much must the others who directly contribute to the company’s business be earning? No wonder Beijing’s housing prices have remained so high; it’s all driven up by these people who make money so easily.
Before coming to Beijing, I spoke with Ouyang Qun on the phone. But when I arrived in Beijing, the first person I called was Yu Xin, partly because of our past relationship. Back in school, Ouyang Qun was also very proactive in approaching me. It was just that I didn’t quite like her uneven teeth. It was spring, two years after we started school, and Ouyang Qun and I were taking our usual walks along the tree-lined paths of the school. These walks were very common among classmates. Perhaps the weather was exceptionally mild that day, perhaps the fragrance of spring flowers and grass was intoxicating, perhaps the natural scenery resonated with our budding springtime feelings, but as Ouyang Qun and I walked, it was quite natural for us to hold hands.
We had only walked about ten steps hand in hand when, almost simultaneously, we turned around, faced each other, and embraced and kissed. The instant my lips touched Ouyang Qun's lips, the electric-like tingling, the soft and moist beauty, the tremor like a sharp object touching a sensitive spot—I truly felt as if the world was spinning.
"However, as the kiss progressed, when my tongue touched Ouyang Qun's teeth, especially after my teeth had slid over them, I immediately lost all interest in the kiss and quickly pretended to be nervous about being seen, gently pushing her away. But Ouyang Qun, at this point, became aroused, holding me tightly and pulling me to a nearby chair, where she kissed me very actively and passionately for over ten minutes. Her saliva filled my mouth."
From then on, no matter how Ouyang Qun tried to get close to me, I always found various reasons or excuses to refuse her, whether forcefully or gently. Ouyang Qun was impeccable in every way, except for her teeth; I would rather die than kiss her again. Because
of this, I called her before coming to Beijing; because of this, I had to inform her as soon as possible. Otherwise, if she knew I hadn't told her I was coming to Beijing, she would have a lot of thoughts.
"Ouyang?" The next morning, I slept in a little, and when I opened my eyes it was already past eight o'clock. After carefully washing and tidying myself up, I dialed Ouyang's number. "Zhouzhou is here with you."
"Zhouzhou? Ah? Fangzhou? You're here? You've come to Beijing?" Ouyang Qun asked, surprised but also delighted.
"Yes. Aren't you welcome?"
"Welcome, welcome. Of course you're welcome! When did you arrive?" "
This morning. The first flight from Dalian to Beijing this morning. Early morning flights have big discounts, only 50% off." I lied to Ouyang Qun, afraid she'd be unhappy. Everyone wants to be the first to receive information, everyone wants to be the first to meet someone the other wants to see.
"Is it like you said on the phone, that you plan to stay in Beijing for a while?"
"Yes. Maybe for a long time."
"Great. I have another place to go. Another drinking buddy, another..." Ouyang Qun stopped abruptly.
"Another what?" I pressed.
"More, more, one more very good friend." Ouyang Qun became nervous under my questioning, but she quickly found a way out. However, I vaguely sensed the true meaning behind her unspoken words. But I couldn't reveal it to her face at that moment.
"Okay. I'm new here, I need the help of old friends like us, right?"
"Old friendship, need I say more? Hey. Have you had breakfast?"
"Breakfast? Ah. Yes, I have." I thought to myself, everyone's at work by now. If I say I haven't, will they come to keep me company or not? It's best not to put them in a difficult position.
"Do they know you're here?" Ouyang Qun's "they" referred to my classmates.
"No, they don't know." When I parted with Yu Xin yesterday, I had already told her not to reveal that I had visited her first in Beijing. The clever Yu Xin nodded understandingly. Yu Xin was originally going to stay overnight at my place last night, but just before we were having dinner, her boss called and asked her to come over. Although Yu Xin didn't say what her boss might want to talk to her about, I could tell from her expression that her relationship with her boss was quite special. I thought to myself, maybe Yu Xin will be spending the night at her boss's place tonight. However, even though I thought this, and even though it might actually be true, I didn't feel a single pang of jealousy or bitterness.
"Ah. Okay. Don't tell them yet. I have some things to take care of quickly, I'll be there to see you before noon. Of course, the host has to treat the guests, right?" Ouyang Qun's capable and straightforward personality hadn't changed at all.
"Okay. Ouyang. I'll wait for you. See you at noon."
"Okay. See you at noon. Bye-bye."
After ending the call with Ouyang Qun, I walked out of the Xinxing Hotel. Because it was right next to the two giant shopping malls, the Urban and Rural Trade Center and the Cuiwei Building, it was bustling with people. Across from the Xinxing Hotel was the West
Third
Ring Road. The east side of the road was still that construction site. It looked like this when I entered Capital Normal University, and it looked like this when I graduated, but it still looked like this five years later. The media back then raved about this place. It boasted things like Asia's largest commercial center and China's tallest building—I've forgotten most of it, but it was certainly inspiring. However, after the satellite launches and the anti-aircraft bombardments, everything vanished. This once thriving commercial area has been left idle for over a decade. I wonder why?
"Sir, would you like a massage?" I asked. As I emerged from a telecommunications equipment store, a young woman with thick white makeup on her face and a dark, yellowish-brown neck stopped me.
"Massage? What kind of massage?"
"Ah. Sir, if you don't want a massage, we have other services too."
"What services do you offer?" I had nothing else to do, so I just asked.
"Want some sex? Sex is 80 yuan." The young woman answered frankly.
I didn't ask any more questions and kept walking.
"Sir, want to go? If you're serious, 50 yuan is fine, I guarantee you'll be satisfied." I ignored her and kept walking.
"Sir, if you don't have money, you can have a handjob. A handjob is 30 yuan, 30 yuan is very cheap." I still ignored her and kept walking.
"20, 20 yuan is the lowest. Sir. Hey, sir." I had already ignored her, but she was still following behind me, chattering incessantly trying to get my business.
"This man is really something, can't even afford a few dozen yuan. Wants to have fun but is so stingy." The woman complained behind me.
This woman is really bold. Openly soliciting business in broad daylight on the street. If she runs into plainclothes police, won't she end up in jail? The probability of these people running into plainclothes police is about the same as winning the lottery. So they don't care.
A tingling vibration ran down my left thigh; someone was calling my cell phone. I took it out of my pocket and saw it was a Beijing number—yes, it looked like Ouyang Qun's number.
"Hello!"
"Zhouzhou, how about this?" Ouyang Qun said on the other end of the line. "I was really stressed this morning. By the time I finished work, it was already very late. If there's traffic, I don't know when I'll get there. If you're free now, take a taxi to my place. It'll save me time on the road and you from getting hungry. Besides, I want to see you as soon as possible."
"Ah. Okay. Where exactly are you?"
"I'm on the East Third Ring Road, you know Yansha, right? You definitely know it. Get off in front of Yansha, and call me as soon as you get off. I'll come downstairs to pick you up."
"Okay. See you in a bit." I checked my watch; it was almost 10 o'clock. I took a taxi and arrived at Ouyang's place; it was almost lunchtime.
Beijing has a large number of taxis now, running all over the streets. However, their quality is still not high. The old-fashioned Xiali cars still zip around the streets. In many provincial capitals and even medium-sized cities across the country, taxis are at least Santana, Jetta, or Fukang models. But Beijing still has such low-end taxis, which is completely inconsistent with the capital's status and image.
As a municipality, Beijing is better than Tianjin. Tianjin is practically an enlarged county town. The streets are chaotic, the pedestrians are chaotic, and the cars are chaotic. The cars are about the same quality as those in a county town. Especially the taxis; the yellow minivans that used to roam the streets of Beijing so freely many years ago still arrogantly speed through Tianjin's chaotic streets and alleys. Look at those yellow minivans: some covered in tape, some tied with ropes, some with twisted wire, some without windows, some with broken headlights—they come in all shapes and sizes. As long as their four wheels can still roll, they can be found on the streets of Tianjin. Beijing is far better than Tianjin.
But comparing it to Tianjin is meaningless. Beijing, after all, is the capital. Even the new "Hyundai" taxis are alright, passable, but the colors are just too tacky. It's said that the car manufacturer went through a lot of trouble and overcame so-called technical difficulties to put two or more colors on one car. If that's true, it's a thankless task. A car with multiple colors is never as elegant as one. Choosing a unique, elegant, and bright color would truly reflect Beijing's character. But look at these Hyundai taxis—do they harmonize even slightly with the so-called international metropolis's standards? I wonder what's wrong with the aesthetic sense of the decision-makers in this regard. Normally, it takes
less than half an hour to get from the West Third Ring Road to the East Third Ring Road, but such a normal time is almost impossible to find. Except for late at night or dawn, no one can predict when you'll reach your destination.
After an hour and ten minutes, and several stops and starts, I got off in front of the Yansha shopping mall.
I glanced at the clock and it wasn't even 11:30 yet. Ouyang Qun must be busy; it was best not to disturb her and let her concentrate on finishing her work.
Yansha Shopping Mall hadn't changed much since I was a student. The flow of customers was still overwhelming. There are more wealthy people living in the eastern part of Beijing, so the things in the shopping malls there are relatively expensive. Actually, many of these items are sourced from several large wholesale markets. The year I graduated and returned to Dalian, I wanted to buy some gifts for my family, so I first went to several famous department stores. I originally thought that with the thousand-odd yuan I had in my pocket, I could buy some nice things, but after walking around, everything was shockingly expensive.
When I returned to school and lamented this, my classmates overheard me. "Are you out of your mind? Going to those places to buy things?" my classmate criticized me fiercely. "You can buy the same things at the wholesale market for 70% less than at the department store."
"Huh? That much cheaper?"
"Are you crazy? Go check it out. You can actually buy something decent there with that little money." Following my classmates' advice, I went to the Tianyi Small Commodities Wholesale Market outside Fuchengmen.
It truly was a world of all kinds of daily necessities. Everything you could need for everyday life was there. I don't usually shop in department stores; I just go straight to the counter where I want to buy something, look around, buy what I think is good, and leave. I planned to buy two scarves for my mother and two outfits for my nephew. The scarves I saw in several department stores in Wangfujing were all over 200 yuan, and the cheapest ones I didn't like were at least 150 or 160 yuan. The clothes for my nephew were even more outrageous. Perhaps the merchants understood consumer psychology—they're willing to spend money on a child. A single, wrinkled outfit for a four- or five-year-old was priced at 100 or 200 yuan, even 300 or 400 yuan. It made my scalp tingle.
At Tianyi Market, I was surprised to find that I could buy two scarves for fifty yuan after haggling. I also bought two sets of clothes for my nephew for only forty-eight yuan. In a store in Wangfujing or a large department store like Yansha, I probably would have spent almost all of my thousand yuan. But at a wholesale market like Tianyi, I got everything for only a tenth of what I'd spend in a department store. These days, shopping really is an art. But rich people are willing to rip off; what they wear and use is their money, and there's nothing we can do about it. I
wandered aimlessly around Yansha Market, receiving unusually enthusiastic responses from the saleswomen, but still came out without spending a penny. Looking at my phone, it was almost midnight. I figured Ouyang should be almost done with her work by now.
"Okay. You've come at the perfect time. Wait for me on the right side of the Yansha entrance. I'll be right down." I had just dialed Ouyang's number when her crisp voice came through the receiver. It seemed she had finished her work and was waiting for me.
Even if it was a high floor, Ouyang should have come down in seven or eight minutes, right? But I waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and
I didn't see her. Just as I was craning my neck and looking around, a slender jade hand was waving rapidly in front of my eyes. "Hey hey. What are you looking at? Don't let your eyes pop out." At this moment, I was really captivated by a stunningly beautiful woman. This woman, whether it was her appearance or her clothes, exuded a captivating charm and a strong attraction from the inside out. Wherever she went, almost no man could resist her gaze. Even those men with their wives couldn't help but stare at this stunning woman.
"You? Who are you?" With a jade hand waving in front of my eyes, I hurriedly and very reluctantly withdrew all my gaze from the stunningly beautiful woman.
"Your soul's been stolen, hasn't it? Who am I that you're still hesitating about?"
"Oh dear! Ouyang! I know you should be Ouyang. But you really seem like a different person."
"Really? Is it that obvious?" Ouyang was even more delighted after hearing my words.
"Really. Ouyang, you've changed so much! If I didn't know you were here to pick me up, and if we walked face-to-face anywhere else, I would never have recognized you."
"Have you become more beautiful or less beautiful?" Ouyang knew I'd say she definitely had, but she still asked, wanting me to praise her beauty more explicitly.
"Beautiful. Really beautiful." Ouyang used to have crooked teeth and protruding gums. Because of her teeth, her lower face protruded, which wouldn't look good on either a man or a woman. I could tell Ouyang had undergone cosmetic dentistry, or more professionally, orthodontic treatment. This completely changed Ouyang's face shape, making it rounder and more delicate. Her lips, because of the reduction in the size of her teeth, went from being parted to closed, truly as beautiful and charming as a flower bud.
"Yes. Everyone says so." Ouyang nodded confidently.
"If Ouyang had been this beautiful back then, wouldn't there have been some bloodshed in our class?"
"Hmph! You're right. I don't know about bloodshed. If I had looked like this back then, some people wouldn't have been avoiding me. I was so proactive, but they wouldn't have paid any attention to me." "
I understand, Ouyang is venting her frustration about not wanting to get close to her back then."
"Hey. I was just afraid of hurting you."
"Don't talk nonsense! Your ignoring me was the biggest hurt to me. I understood why you ignored me back then, but when I went to the hospital, I found out that orthodontic treatment would cost several thousand yuan. How could I afford such exorbitant medical expenses back then? So I could only wait until graduation to earn money. Only after graduation could I fulfill my wish to love or like someone as I pleased. Otherwise, if you love or like someone, and they ignore you, there's nothing you can do."
"Hehe. Hehe. You, Ouyang, still hold a grudge against me?" Listening to Ouyang's complaints, I was speechless and could only laugh awkwardly at her.
"Come on, let's not just stand here talking. I've made all the arrangements at home. Come on, let's go to my place."
"Huh? At your place? You're married?"
"What do you mean by 'married'?"
"You've settled down and gotten married?"
"Settling down means getting married? You can't settle down without getting married? Your thinking is so outdated."
"Oh. You've got your own place and are living alone?"
"What's wrong with that? There are many women like that in Beijing. Is there anything strange about it?"
"No, no. I just thought you'd gone completely 'mad' with lightning speed."
"Me? Why would I be so stupid? I don't want someone to supervise or interfere with me. I want to experience life as I please. I want to experience all the flavors of life that a woman can experience. If I've gone 'mad,' all my freedom will be taken away. Women, or even men, once they lose their freedom, nothing else matters."
"So you said you've made all the arrangements at your place, is there anyone else there?"
"Yes. I hired a housekeeper. She takes care of all my daily affairs." Ouyang said smugly.
Getting into Ouyang's car, we arrived at her apartment complex in less than twenty minutes. The complex was quiet, with the flowers, trees, and shrubs arranged artistically.
Ouyang's apartment was on the twentieth floor, and the elevator was smooth and silent.
"Auntie's back? Oh, hello! Uncle." The young nanny, who looked only eighteen or nineteen, greeted Ouyang and me timidly.
"Auntie, as you instructed, I've prepared everything. I'd like to go out for a bit. If you need anything, just call my cell phone. I won't go far." The girl said, closing the door behind her as she left.
"That child is very sensible," Ouyang muttered casually. I understood that Ouyang's "very sensible" had multiple meanings.
"Oh? This kid's skills are quite good. So exquisite. No less than a restaurant chef."
"Of course. I paid for her training, how could she be bad? Work for me for a few years, go back to your hometown and open your own small restaurant, be a small business owner, wouldn't that be a good life?"
"Great. Ouyang. You're very considerate of your servants."
"No. Don't call them servants. People are all equal, there's no such thing as superior or inferior. Without these so-called servants, we wouldn't be superior. Superior and inferior are interdependent. Just live your own life according to your place in society."
"Ouyang, I can see you really understand life."
"Of course. If you don't understand life, you'll only suffer. Look at our classmates. Married, fighting and bickering. Divorced, turning against each other. Why bother? Look at us, living freely and unrestrained. Doing whatever we want. Very satisfying." "
Come on. Old classmate, old friend, cheers." Ouyang took out his "Louis XIII" and drank with me.
The liquor was intoxicating, but it also had a strong aftereffect. A little over an hour later, both Ouyang and I were intentionally a little tipsy.
"Have you finished eating?" Ouyang asked me, her eyes slightly hazy.
"It was delicious.
I ate very well." "Have you finished drinking?" Ouyang pressed further. "
It was very good, I drank very well."
"So, you've eaten and drunk well, what's next?" Ouyang's eyes became even more glazed.
"This…."
"This, what is this? Are you pretending to be innocent?"
"Actually, think about it, isn't adult life all about eating, drinking, and sex? Now, you've done two things with me, are you interested in the other one?" There was a hint of accusation in Ouyang's gaze.
"We graduated so many years ago, why are you still so shy?" I was only three or four seconds late when Ouyang scolded me impatiently.
"Ouyang. Your question is unnecessary. How could I not be interested?" I stated clearly.
"That's right. It's much better to be straightforward. Go on. Go wash up." Ouyang raised her chin and gestured towards the bathroom.
Like a docile child, I obediently walked towards the bathroom.
"Hey, come back. Why are you dressed so neatly for the bathroom? Take your clothes off!" Ouyang shouted at me.
"Take off my clothes outside?"
"Yeah? Is that not allowed?"
"I'm a little embarrassed."
"You. My Zhouzhou. You're so hypocritical. What's the difference between us going to bed naked and you taking your clothes off for the bathroom? It's better to just get it over with now."
"Hehehehe. It really feels a little strange." I was genuinely embarrassed.
"Stop nagging, just take them off. Hurry up."
Right in front of Ouyang, I began to peel off my clothes layer by layer for the first time. When I was down to just my vest and underwear, I hesitated.
"Useless! In a hurry!" Ouyang, who had been watching me undress with admiration, stood up and came to my side, ripping off my underwear with a "whoosh." He muttered to himself.
"Heh. Pretending to be civilized, I didn't expect you to be all aroused." Ouyang casually flicked my already erect member with his finger. "Hurry up, you're more anxious than I am, pretending is uncomfortable."
"Hehehehe." I was completely exasperated by Ouyang.
Women Gone Wild Chapter 5
"Alright, alright." I had just lathered myself with shower gel when the bathroom door was pushed open, and Ouyang walked in naked. "You're not dirty at all, just rinsing off the dust and sweat is enough. Why does it take so long?"
I was dumbfounded!
"You wash me!" Ouyang commanded.
"Me? You wash me?"
"What's wrong? Don't want to?"
"Yes, yes. Of course I want to. I couldn't ask for more, I couldn't ask for more, I really couldn't ask for more."
"Giving you such a good job and you're still hesitating." Ouyang playfully teased me.
I'd been to many entertainment venues in Dalian, so I should say I'm quite worldly. But in front of my female classmates, why did I look like a fool?
One wall of the bathroom was lined with mirrors with exceptionally high clarity. Ouyang and I stood in front of the mirrors, two naked, vibrant bodies tightly embracing and pressed together.
"Does it look good?" Ouyang asked me.
"Good, beautiful. So pretty."
"Some people say that people rely entirely on clothes, and that people are incredibly ugly without clothes. That's absurd! In fact, people are most beautiful without clothes. It's the most beautiful body that nature has given to humans. A single individual has strong aesthetic value, but the intimate intertwining of bodies between two sexes has even greater aesthetic value. Why do people love watching movies about men and women having sex even though there's not much of a plot? It's because while appreciating the process of intercourse, one can also appreciate the curves and changes of two beautiful bodies, and all the wonders of the human body are fully displayed at this moment."
"Ouyang, you've become so beautiful these past few years! So sexy, so sexy." I saw Ouyang's fair and delicate naked body nestled in my arms in the mirror. My penis was no longer the cannon barrel of an anti-aircraft gun, but had become a vertically erect flagpole.
"Really? Do you want it?" Ouyang asked me in a casual tone.
"Yes. I really want it so much." I really felt like I couldn't control myself. "Then
think about it for now. You have to finish your shower first, right?" Ouyang made a nonchalant gesture.
"Okay. Come on. I'll wash you." As soon as I finished speaking, Ouyang seemed to have no bones and clung to me.
"Hey, baby, don't fall, don't fall!" I quickly picked her up.
Ouyang's full, round buttocks were supported in my hands, her breasts, without a hint of sagging, trembled slightly less than five centimeters from my chin.
I stepped into the large bathtub with its massage function. I gently squatted down and then slowly sat down. Ouyang remained obediently in my arms, motionless.
I leaned against the edge of the tub, and Ouyang half-reclined on my lap.
"Ouyang, will you sit in and I'll wash you?" I already felt a strong, throbbing sensation, my whole body burning as if roasted by fire.
"No." Ouyang shook her head vigorously.
"Why? You don't want to?" "Don't want to
? How could I not want to? Why would I bring you home if I didn't want to?"
"Then sit in and I'll bathe you, okay? We can do both at the same time." By this time, I couldn't wait any longer. If it were a prostitute in my arms, I wouldn't care and would have already taken her in without a word. But in front of Ouyang, in front of this so-called respectable woman, being too rough wouldn't work. So I had to try my best to control myself and negotiate with her.
"I won't. I want to finish my shower." Ouyang pretended to be angry.
"You just said why I was washing so carefully. I'm not dirty, I can just rinse off. Why do you take showering so seriously?"
"Are you stupid? Showering isn't important at all. What's important is to enjoy the pleasure during sex. But..."
"But what?"
"I want to have sex with you."
"Why?"
"Why? You still ask why?" Ouyang seemed to become stern.
"Back in school, how much I missed you! So many times I wanted you. But you always avoided me and ignored me. It's one thing if you don't want to be with me, but how many girls have you slept with? Do you think I don't know?" At this moment, I suddenly realized that Ouyang was going to punish me today.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Ouyang. I..."
"Don't be embarrassed. You guys are all bad. You're all so picky." As Ouyang said this, I remembered that in the second semester of her final year, she got together with a boy from another class. But I didn't know how close they were. However, judging from her tone now, it seemed she had invested a lot before being dumped.
"What do you mean by 'these guys'?"
"I don't want to talk about him. He's much worse than you. He didn't genuinely like me but tricked me into bed, used me, and then dumped me after graduation. But you don't like me, you don't take advantage of me, you don't make fun of me, so you're much better than him. But that shameless guy, after we met at a class reunion in Beijing, he saw that I was very different from before, and that night he insisted on coming to my house to relive our old flame. I couldn't shake him off. He shamelessly followed me downstairs, and seeing that I couldn't get rid of him, I decided to give him a good thrashing. To make him give up on me forever."
"How did you thrash him?"
"I made him come upstairs, pretending I agreed to have sex with him. When I came out of the bathroom and just sat on the bed, he lunged at me like a madman, his penis erect. I kicked him off the bed with all my might. Just as he was staring at me in utter astonishment, my door slammed open. Two security guards rushed in and dragged him out, clothes and all. I made a phone call to the guards from the bathroom; he had no idea. Since then, he's never dared to bother me again."
"My God! Will I become like him today?" I asked Ouyang with genuine fear. These days, people's hearts are unpredictable and change quickly. Who knows how much Ouyang resents me for not sleeping with her back then? If she really does that to me, I'll be incredibly unlucky. And there's no way to get justice after being tricked like this.
"Hahahaha. You're scared? Really scared? I can clearly feel it. Your 'little brother' is all limp." Ouyang laughed, mocking me.
"Of course I'm worried! If you bring two more security guards to deal with me, I'll just have to suffer in silence." My "little brother" wasn't in control, and lying was useless, so I had to admit I was genuinely shocked by her story.
"Hahahaha. The anger that's been weighing on my heart for years has finally come out today. So satisfying, so satisfying." Ouyang's hearty laughter made even her muscular, youthful body tremble. Her two luscious breasts heaved.
"Well, Ouyang. You're just teasing your old classmate like this. You're so mean!" I frantically sucked into Ouyang's red lips, which I had tried so hard to avoid back then but now held a powerful allure. At the same time, my hands gently grasped her breasts.
"Ugh, ugh. No, not yet." Ouyang whimpered through my tightly sealed mouth, pushing me away forcefully with both hands.
"What's wrong? What's wrong? You've vented your anger, you've gotten your revenge, aren't you going to do it for real?" I was getting impatient.
"Don't rush. Rushing will make you uncomfortable. You still have to give me a bath." Ouyang's words left no room for argument.
"Okay, okay. Then hurry up and wash, hurry up."
"Here. I'll teach you." Ouyang turned around, turned on the shower head, and then handed me the shower gel. "Apply it slowly from neck to toe, no slacking off, no favoritism, and no rash actions without permission." After Ouyang finished laying down these three rules, she gently closed her eyes, spread her two jade-like legs, straddled my legs, and waited for me to serve her.
Sitting face-to-face with such a beautiful body is a true test of a man's endurance. If I hadn't had two intense encounters with Yu Xin yesterday, even if I wasn't as rough as I am with a prostitute, I would never have been able to control myself until now, facing such a round and full body.
"Ah. Ah. Ahh." As I lathered Ouyang's body with bath gel, she let out a trembling moan in response to my movements. The sound was pure, authentic, and incredibly captivating. Among the prostitutes I've seen in porn, many who have slept with me moan, but few possess the same powerful stimulation and penetrating quality as Ouyang's. My "little brother," which had been limp from Ouyang's presence, was already standing erect again, full of vigor.
My hand traced Ouyang's slender, fair neck; my hand traced Ouyang's soft, delicate shoulders; my hand traced Ouyang's downy armpits; my hand traced Ouyang's firm, rosy areolas; my hand traced Ouyang's erect, perky breasts; my hand traced Ouyang's smooth, radiant abdomen; my hand traced Ouyang's mysterious triangle; my hand traced the suggestive crevice where Ouyang's thighs met…
"Ah! Zhouzhou. Come. Come quickly. I want it. I want it. I want you right now!" Ouyang, who had been moaning "Ah. Ah. Ya ya," suddenly cried out, grabbing my "little brother," and before I could react, she abruptly lifted herself up, swallowing my "little brother" into her body.
"Ah yeah!" Ouyang shouted, and I couldn't help but cry out as well.
Just as I was marveling at Ouyang's sudden action, I don't know which switch he flipped, but various streams of water began spraying out from the holes around the tub. For a moment, the water swirled and churned in the tub, and Ouyang's beautiful body rolled over me. Making love in the water—this was a first for us.
The resistance and buoyancy of the water meant that making love in the water required far more energy than making love in the air. After getting out of Ouyang's large tub, I didn't even have the strength to lift him. Ouyang could barely stand. We could only support each other, each holding a towel, weakly wiping the water droplets from each other's bodies.
"Zhouzhou, you're still pretty good," Ouyang said, her eyes filled with satisfaction.
"You're amazing too," I sincerely admired Ouyang's skill and passion in lovemaking.
An ancient poem says, "A single meeting of golden wind and jade dew surpasses countless encounters in the mortal world." A common saying goes, "Better to eat dry food once than porridge a hundred times." Zhouzhou, although I didn't get you in school, this one time today completely makes up for the past loss. It's like many couples making love; frequent, even daily, sex becomes mechanical and routine. This vibrant, physical union, once mechanical and routine, becomes incredibly dull and animalistic. Animalistic sex is purely a primal urge. Human sex, however, besides primal urges, is more importantly about spiritual enjoyment and psychological pleasure. I, and other women like me, seem to feel that not being married affects the frequency of our sex life; it seems to lack… The loss of pleasure and enjoyment from intimacy between partners. In fact, every time we make love, it happens when we are in a state of extreme need, filled with intense passion and desire. That's when lovemaking is a divine experience, a heavenly bliss. But married women, regardless of their own desires, physical or emotional well-being, are forced to fulfill their basic duties as wives, even against their will, as long as their husbands want it. Their bodies are enslaved by men, while their minds and spirits are ravaged. Perhaps this is why so many of our classmates, and their wives, have proactively filed for divorce.”
“Are you sure their divorces are all because of sex?” I wanted to see Ouyang's perspective on this issue.
"Yes. Is there any other answer? In the past, most divorces were due to problems with material life and tense relationships between mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law. As for the quality of the marital relationship and whether the woman's sexual psychology was effectively and truly satisfied, no one cared, or even considered it. Now it's different. In terms of material life, there are almost no worries; and since mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law live separately, the conflicts are not as intense or irreconcilable as before. So these are not problems. The key is that women today are gradually learning to respect their own feelings, gradually learning to pursue the happiness that should belong to them, and gradually learning to live a more fulfilling life for their own feelings, no longer merely as appendages of men, sacrificing and dedicating themselves to satisfy men's needs."
"I say, Ouyang, are you giving me a lecture on women's liberation today?"
"No, you don't need me to give you such a lecture. You are an expert in this field. It's just that you don't quite understand the psychological changes and spiritual needs of women in Beijing today. I'm just mentioning it casually." "
Which classmates in our class do you usually interact with the most?"
"Male classmates Zhu Jinping and Qi Yangang. Female classmates Dong Jiao, Liu Yanyan, and Chang Tiantian."
"Hey. How are Zhu Jinping and Dong Jiao doing? They were the golden couple of our class!"
"Even the golden couple have broken up now."
"How long have they been separated?
" "Less than ten months after their marriage."
"What were the specific reasons for their breakup?"
"Ever since Zhu Jinping changed jobs, he's been acting all high and mighty. He's been traveling all over the country within his system. He spends his days eating, drinking, gambling, and womanizing, living a life of debauchery. Even back in Beijing, he's constantly having social engagements, and he rarely gets home before midnight. It's understandable for a man to have a career, but women, especially educated women like us, can't stand this kind of good-for-nothing. Besides, since he's exhausted himself with other women, how can he have the energy, stamina, or inclination to be intimate with Dong Jiao? The psychological aversion, coupled with the long-term lack of sexual satisfaction, led Dong Jiao to resolutely file for divorce from Zhu Jinping. When we heard this news, we all supported Dong Jiao's choice. Why should women have to suffer and endure at home while men run wild outside?"
(Chapter Six:
"Does Zhu Jinping know that you support Dong Jiao's divorce from him?")
"We know. We didn't hide it from him. We told him clearly that we support Dong Jiao. He smiled bitterly, helpless. He didn't dare hurt anyone. Actually, he felt a sense of loss, because all men are the same; they all want to have what they have, while also eyeing what they don't. Losing what they have is definitely something to be reluctant about. But Zhu Jinping, who's always busy, won't be too affected by this. He's happy to be free again. Before the divorce, no matter how much he messed around outside, Dong Jiao was always a psychological obstacle for him, but after the divorce, that obstacle completely disappeared. In a way, Dong Jiao's proposal for divorce is a kind of relief for Zhu Jinping, who is indulging in his current lifestyle."
"Ouyang, according to your analysis, the divorce is a good thing for both Zhu Jinping and Dong Jiao?"
"Yes. Divorce is a good thing for couples who both want it. It's a liberation for each spouse from the other. That's why some people suggest that marriage certificates are red, but why are divorce certificates green? They should be red too. Because divorce is a happy event compared to a painful or unhappy marriage." "
Hmm. New. New ideas. Very reasonable."
"Aren't you going to see them?"
"Of course. I definitely will. If I stay in Beijing for a few years or never leave, I'll definitely see all my classmates." "
In the future, of course. Who do you want to see recently?" "I
want to contact the ones you often contact recently."
"Is it because you saw Dong Jiao's divorce that you want to take advantage of the situation?"
"It's not about whether I take the initiative or not. I want to see their attitude. If they're interested, I won't refuse; if they're not interested, I won't force it."
"Hehe. Quite the gentleman. What if someone is interested but wants you to take the initiative?"
"You have to judge whether someone is genuinely interested from their eyes, expressions, and demeanor. Otherwise, it would be impolite. You can't force these things; forcing it is pointless."
"Did I force you today?"
"For men, women don't force things. For women, men often force things. Of course, many women are willing in their hearts but pretend not to, that's another story." "
What kind of woman pretends not to want to but is willing in her heart? How do you tell?" "
When a man takes the initiative, she's hesitant and pushes him away. If the man is scared off by his pretense, she'll secretly curse him for not being a real man; but when the man goes all in, once they reach the point of intimacy, this woman will be overflowing with passion, wild and unrestrained. Their cooperation is seamless, their intercourse exhilarating."
"Looks like you haven't been idle in Dalian. You have a very detailed understanding of women. If you hadn't actually experienced intimate contact with many women, your conclusions wouldn't be so insightful."
"This feeling didn't just come from returning to Dalian; I had this feeling back in school. Women who exhibit this behavior are mostly unmarried or married. Divorced women often don't go through this process; they come on very quickly, like men, and act wildly. Need, revenge, and venting are all combined."
"So what do you think of unmarried women like me?"
"Unmarried women like you are more open than the average unmarried woman, more relaxed than most married women, and more peaceful than divorced women. So you are a perfect balance of strength and gentleness, speed and slowness, able to control yourself."
"You really understand women."
"How is Dong Jiao's mood now?"
"Look? She's still hung up on you, isn't she? Don't worry, it's not a big deal. Marriage and divorce aren't something many people take seriously these days. When we have class reunions, Zhu Jinping and Dong Jiao appear together, still chatting and laughing, as if nothing happened."
"Has Dong Jiao changed a lot in the past few years?"
"Quite a lot. She's much fairer and fuller-figured after getting married. A young married woman can really attract men's attention."
"Is she living alone now?"
"Yeah. Isn't divorce all about getting the freedom you'd lose? Why not just enjoy yourself?"
"You guys... you're all really living for yourselves. I can't tell if this is progress or regression."
"Progress or regression isn't important to us. What's important is that we live our lives to the fullest. If we live a short, tasteless life, we've wasted our time on this earth. Who knows if we'll have a next time? Even if we do, it might be billions of years—too long. Let's enjoy this life to the fullest." "
Ouyang, do you have any plans to get married in this lifetime?"
"What? You're not going to propose to me, are you?"
"Hehe. I wouldn't dare."
"So, do you plan to get married in this lifetime?"
"I guess I will."
"When will that be?"
"Yes, when will that be?"
"Okay. Let's both be when will that be."
"Okay." Ouyang cupped my face in both hands and shook it rapidly from side to side like a lump of dough.
"Oh dear. You're so naughty."
"If you're not married, you're still a child. And what child isn't naughty?" Ouyang's expression was mischievous and adorable, a look rarely seen in married women. Some older women are adorable precisely because they haven't lost their childlike nature.
"Hey, Zhouzhou. Staying at my place tonight?"
"Missing me?"
"That depends on my mood tonight."
"Staying at your place? Then my hotel room is a waste of money!"
"Look at you, you have a beautiful woman to spend the night with, and you're still thinking about the room fee. You're so petty. You can't even tell the difference between big and small."
"Hey, Ouyang, let's talk seriously. You're so outstanding, haven't you ever met any important people when you're being romantic?"
"What are you doing? You're not going to pry into my privacy, are you?"
"Your privacy? I wouldn't dare to pry, and I wouldn't pry. But I need to make a living here, right?"
"Ahem. Look at me, how come I was so focused on having fun with you that I forgot about this? Tell me, what are your requirements and plans?"
"Me? I'll go back to my old profession. A news and publishing unit would be the most suitable. Do you have a lover in such a unit?"
"Let me think... Oh right. I remember now. Old Bai works for a certain newspaper, we've hooked up a few times. I'll go talk to him, it seems they actually hired someone recently."
"What's Old Bai's position at the newspaper?"
"The editor-in-chief, I guess. Do other officials think they can decide whether you want them or not?"
"Can I ask how you met this Editor-in-Chief Bai?"
"If you dig up my background with him, it'll be very difficult for us to work together under him later."
"Aren't you two done yet? Want to have a long-term battle?"
"This guy is almost 20 years older than me, but his prowess in bed is no less than yours. He's quite romantic in some details. He's better than many of our peers in many ways."
"Ouyang, you're really open-minded."
"Wrong. You're wrong. It's not that I'm open-minded, it's that women in our social class are all open-minded these days."
"Really? I'll have to verify it later."
"You'll naturally verify it whether you want to or not. Life has reached this stage. We've just adapted to reality and our own feelings."
"You still haven't answered how you met this Editor-in-Chief Bai."
"Very simple. Chatting online."
"You hooked him up online?"
"It wasn't me hooking him, nor him hooking me. We were both hooking each other. That Monday afternoon, I was free, so I chatted online for a while. In less than two minutes, that little penguin icon popped up. I clicked on it, and a pair of bright red lips appeared on the page. The username was 'Likes voluptuous women.'"
"What's your username?"
"I just made one up, 'Wavy Branches Trembling.' Pretty tempting, right?"
"Both of your usernames are pretty provocative."
"I have an instinctive aversion to men with those kinds of usernames. Usually, they start talking about sex after a couple of sentences. They're eager to ask you out. But this 'Likes voluptuous women' was more refined. He started talking about Tang and Song dynasty poetry with me right away. And he answered every question without fail. In the end, I even had to look it up in a book to stump him, but I still couldn't. I think this guy is really something. But when I asked him what he did for a living, he wouldn't say. I encounter this kind of situation a lot when chatting online. I stopped pressing him." "
So how did it come to the point of sleeping together?"
"Are you really going to dig deeper?"
"Since you haven't hidden anything from me and have given up on this old man, let's just spill the beans and get straight to the point."
"To be honest, quite a few men I've chatted with have asked me to sleep with them. I know these guys are all like that; online jokes are fine, but there are a few days every month when I'm really craving it, and on those days, I rarely can resist the temptation."
"Which days? Which days? Tell me quickly. I need to seize the opportunity."
"Get lost. You don't need to control it. I'll call you whenever I think of
something." "I'll come at a moment's notice, ready to fight and win."
"Isn't it wonderful? Such a beautiful and alluring woman, always on high alert, ready for you."
"I'm absolutely not leaving Beijing. Hehehe. Oh, enough. How did that old Bai seduce you?"
"He seemed to have a sixth sense. That day he came up and said, 'I want you.' I pretended to be confused and asked him, 'What do you want from me?' He said, 'I want your treasure.' I said, 'I don't have a treasure.' He said, 'You do.' I said, 'How do you know I have a treasure?' He said, 'You carry it around all day, who doesn't know?' I said, 'Where is my treasure?' He said, 'In the dark, shiny hair between your two plump thighs.' Isn't that guy slutty?" "
Yeah. Quite slutty." "
I said, 'I can't give you this treasure.' He said, 'Give me your guarantee you won't regret it.'" I said, "You're so confident?" He said, "I think you need me too." I said, "Why? How can you tell I definitely need you too?" He said, "If a woman isn't interested in this kind of thing, she wouldn't talk about it with men anymore. As long as a woman is interested in talking about this topic, it means she already needs it." Do you think this old slut understands women online very well? "Yes,
he makes a lot of sense."
"This old guy can say things like that when he chats, I think he must have a very strong desire and a lot of practical experience in this area. Since she has such cultured taste, it wouldn't be bad to play around with him." So I said, "I'm ugly." He said, "In men's eyes, women aren't ugly or beautiful. It's all about whether they're sexy. For men, a sexy woman is the most desirable woman." I said, "What if I'm not sexy?" He said, "In my heart, you're already a very sexy woman." I said, "Why?" He said, "Just talking to you has already given me a very strong reaction. Right now, you're just a vessel for my passion. As long as you're a woman in the fullest sense, I'll achieve whatever I want with you. As for your looks, weight, or body shape, it doesn't matter to me anymore." Hearing this, I knew this old guy was really pent up, and I was sure he'd enjoy it. To fuel his passion, I decided to tease him a little. I said, "You're much older than me; I'm afraid you won't be able to satisfy me." He said, “You’re so wrong. I’m at that age where I’m like a wolf in sheep’s clothing. You won’t know how amazing it is until I let you in.” Then, this guy sent me more than ten highly stimulating pictures of Chinese and foreign men and women having sex. “
There are pictures like this on QQ?”
“Huh? You didn’t know? You’re serious, you’ve never seen these before?”
“No.” “
I was really getting aroused with her, but when he sent me these pictures, oh my god! I really couldn’t control myself. This old guy knew I would have a strong reaction after seeing this, and then he said, ‘I’m coming to your place tonight. Wait for me.’ I couldn’t wait until tonight, so I hurriedly said, ‘Hurry up if you’re coming, within half an hour. Don’t wait up.’ He said, ‘Oh dear. I have a short meeting in a bit.’ I said, ‘Never mind.’ He hurriedly said, ‘No. No, no. My dear lady. I’m going to be with you today. Never mind. I’ll tell my secretary to cancel the meeting. Let’s do it another day. Wait for me.’” "I'll definitely be there within half an hour." I said, "Okay." This guy was really in a hurry; he arrived in his Audi in just over twenty minutes. "
Isn't Beijing usually very congested? How did he get here so quickly?"
"It wasn't rush hour yet; there was still more than an hour before the end of the workday. It was the time with the fewest cars, and he was also incredibly eager, so he came as quickly as possible."
"This old man really has the energy and enthusiasm."
"Don't people say 'power is the best aphrodisiac'? At his age, in his prime, with the aphrodisiac of power, sleeping with women becomes the most important thing for him besides eating, drinking, and relieving himself."
"Yes. You're right."
"After logging off the chat, I went into the bathroom. I came out of the bathroom, had just changed into fresh underwear, and sprayed on perfume when the doorbell rang. I was worried that this old guy would be fat and flabby, or a slouchy, bookish type. But when I looked out through the peephole of the security door, I was really shocked. What a tall and imposing man. 'Hello! You like voluptuous women,' he said politely. 'Hello!'" "The flowers trembled wildly." "Hahahaha." "Hahahaha." We both laughed heartily at each other. Like old friends meeting, there was no awkwardness or unnaturalness at all. You can imagine what happened next, so I won't go into details. "
Women Go Crazy Chapter Seven
" What? Embarrassed to say it? "
What's there to be embarrassed about? It's just unnecessary to say it. You can imagine it yourself. If you're still not doing enough, the porn you've seen should satisfy your imagination about me and Lao Bai's antics, right?"
"Ahem! I was waiting to hear the exciting details. I didn't expect the power to go out just as we got to the exciting part."
"If it were about other people, I wouldn't have a problem telling you. But you know too much about my intimate moments with Lao Bai, so when you see him, you always think of his actions and expressions when he's with me, which will affect his image as a leader in your mind." "
It seems that you and Lao Bai have already transcended pure sex to the level of affection. You even know how to consider his feelings. This shows that with more sex, love can also arise."
"You don't know, Lao Bai is really considerate. He does things very well. Being with him brings immense satisfaction—mentally, psychologically, and physically."
"What do you mean? Are you praising Lao Bai to belittle me?" "
No, no, no. I didn't mean that. You two have different styles; you can't compare. I like them both. I need them both. They can't replace each other." "
Hmm. That's more like it."
"You enjoy yours, he enjoys his, and I enjoy being in the middle. We each get what we want. Making everyone happy is the perfect life."
"Ouyang, you're really something. You've gone from being carefree to being self-reliant. You're really enjoying yourself, handling things with ease. " "
This kind of life can only be arranged by oneself. Relying on others will never allow you to arrange things to your satisfaction." " You've got
it. You've got it. This trip to Beijing wasn't a waste, and sleeping with Ouyang wasn't a waste either. Looks like I'll have to do it more often in the future. " “
If you’re so capable, go ahead and do it again now.” Ouyang’s body seemed to have inexhaustible energy waiting to be released. Perhaps, her recounting of sleeping with Lao Bai had reignited her desire.
“Again?”
“What? You’re not empty-handed, are you?” “
How could I be? I’m still in my prime.” "When I thought about how Lao Bai was almost twenty years older than me, and yet Ouyang was so satisfied with him, I couldn't possibly lose to a middle-aged man like him. However, I was somewhat surprised by Ouyang's insatiable sexual appetite.
For men, a woman's power in bed is immense. If a woman is not only powerful in bed but also knows how to utilize that power, she will undoubtedly be invincible in the world of men.
Ouyang only greeted Lao Bai briefly before I was told to start work in two days.
This newspaper office is near the Temple of Heaven, within Beijing's Second Ring Road—a fantastic location. The newspaper not only has a good working environment but also its own dormitories. Even so, demand still exceeds supply. Out-of-towners staying in Beijing, recent college graduates—who doesn't want a place to settle down? But the newspaper office can't fully satisfy that need yet. Some people have been here for over six months and are still renting their own apartments."
To my surprise, when I went to the newspaper office to report for duty, they gave me the keys to the department head's private office and his single dormitory room. I never imagined that a casual online chat with Ouyang would provide me with such great convenience. In life, you never know what kind of person's actions will bring unexpected consequences for yourself and others.
This Lao Bai, or rather, this President Bai, is truly a handsome man. He's almost 1.8 meters tall, tall and imposing. His face is sharply defined, his gaze stern yet kind. He speaks calmly and methodically.
"Fangzhou. Good. Welcome to our team. You bring a vibrant energy to our already dynamic team. I've read all your work; you're a very good writer. Keep up the good work. Here, you'll have a stage to showcase your talents. I'm just worried you might not work hard enough."
"Thank you, President Bai. Please rest assured, I will cherish this opportunity you've given me. I won't let you down."
"That's the most basic thing. People are actually writing their own history every day, perfecting their own roles. On the stage of life, what role you play, what kind of actor you are, is all created and realized by yourself. I, or rather, an outsider, am only providing you, or others, with an opportunity to step onto this stage. As for how you perform, that's up to you." President Bai earnestly advised me.
"Yes. Yes. President Bai's words are concise yet weighty. I will remember them and put them into practice." I quickly expressed my commitment.
“You don’t need to be so polite with me. We journalists don’t have any hierarchy. There’s a certain order to follow at work, no ambiguity there, but outside of work, let’s just be on the same level, a little more casual is better.” President Bai’s face was full of benevolence. I felt truly warm inside. It’s not surprising at all that such an old comrade is so affectionate,
so interested in women. Having just arrived in Beijing, and already secured a department head position at this influential media outlet, I felt incredibly proud. But the thought that I hadn’t gotten in through my own merit, but through the connections of a female classmate, left me with a bitter taste. The inherent pride of intellectuals would occasionally surface. But thoughts are thoughts, and reality is reality; survival is always the first priority, especially in this materialistic age.
I can’t remember if I wrote this myself or saw it somewhere: “A highly profitable and well-equipped organization will attract many beautiful women; a place with many beautiful women is certainly the best place for people to live and have fun.” If I had said that, I would consider myself great. If I had read this somewhere before, I would consider the first person to say it equally remarkable.
What excites and invigorates me is the sheer number of beautiful women at this newspaper. At the same time, a question arises in my mind: with so many beautiful women under his command, why does President Bai still need to go out and flirt with other women through casual conversation? It's like the common question: so-and-so's wife is so beautiful, yet his mistress is far less attractive; what is he after?
Old Bai is truly capable and skilled. He manages such a large newspaper with remarkable efficiency. Like a high-speed machine, it continuously produces newspapers that are popular with the people of Beijing. And Old Bai himself, I haven't noticed him being particularly busy or tired. His hair is always neatly combed, not a single strand out of place. He often chats and laughs with the editors and reporters with a relaxed expression. Yet, his subordinates are all working tirelessly for him. I wonder what his secret is.
People in the news industry are naturally adept at making friends. When I arrived at this newspaper, there was almost no process of getting acquainted or getting used to it. The work itself was straightforward and familiar; it was the same routine everywhere. Between people, once you meet, you're considered acquainted, and as time goes on, everyone naturally becomes familiar.
"Hey. Fangzhou." Unlike government offices, newspapers don't usually address each other by title. Everyone calls each other by their first names. That's how the female editor in my department, around thirty years old, addressed me on my first weekend at the newspaper.
"Hello. Weiwei." Weiwei's surname was Cheng. My name and surname together are two characters, so when people call me by my name, I have to use both. But if someone's name has three characters, I can't use both; that would seem too formal and unfriendly. "Is there something you need?"
"Are you referring to official business or personal matters?" Cheng Weiwei looked at me with a hint of teasing.
"I don't know if it's official or personal," I replied, trying to sound serious.
"Are you always this serious at that newspaper in Dalian?"
"Me? Serious?"
"Not serious? I don't even dare ask you anymore. Asking if you're okay includes both work and personal matters. If you're okay, just say so; if not, just say so. Don't beat around the bush." Cheng Weiwei's beautiful double eyelids fluttered as she gave me a sharp look.
This is the advantage women have over men. When a woman gives a man that look, he actually enjoys it, and the relationship might become more delicate because of it. If a man gives another man that look, the relationship between the two men will either break up or become more distant.
"Okay. I'll adjust to be more friendly now." I smiled and shook hands with Cheng Weiwei. Since the lady is being so proactive in approaching me, why should I act like a pushover?
"That's right. Being tense all the time is exhausting."
"Hehe. I just arrived." I gave a dry laugh.
"To be frank, are you free tonight or not? If you are, go take care of your business. If not, could I possibly have the honor of treating you? Just to flatter my new boss?" Cheng Weiwei, seeing that I was quite compliant, took another big step forward.
"When a man and a woman are together, shouldn't the man be the one to treat?"
"If you're willing to spend the money, I'll treat you; you can pay the bill." Cheng Weiwei gave a mischievous smirk.
"Alright then." Before I finished speaking, I added, "But, did you ask your husband for leave?" I don't know what my purpose was in asking this question.
"Why are you asking this?" Cheng Weiwei tilted her head and said.
"Being concerned about my subordinate. I can't afford to have my subordinate cause family conflicts just to have dinner with me." I deliberately emphasized the issue of family conflicts.
"Don't worry about things that aren't your concern. This isn't about concern. Since I want to treat you to dinner, I will arrange everything. Just accept the invitation. Ladies don't like men who micromanage." At this point, it was really hard to tell who the boss was. I felt quite pleased to be scolded by my subordinate. Men are just shameless things.
Honestly, Cheng Weiwei is definitely my type of woman. Not too tall, not too short, well-proportioned and full-figured, quick-witted, and efficient. The fact that she invited me so confidently means she must have noticed my gaze frequently lingering on her these past few days, realizing she's become quite alluring to me. Otherwise, she wouldn't have invited me so readily. Among women, married women around thirty like Cheng Weiwei are the most charming and sophisticated. But since she invited me after only a week of my arrival, I didn't dare think too much about it.
It takes a lot of determination and courage for a woman to invite a man. At this point, a man, regardless of the reason or whether he likes the woman or not, should readily accept her invitation. Otherwise, he'll not only deeply hurt the woman's feelings but also lose his gentlemanly conduct. Of course, I was more than happy to be invited by Cheng Weiwei. That's not the same as reluctantly showing any gentlemanly behavior.
"Fangzhou. What kind of food do you like?" As soon as I sat down in Cheng Weiwei's Sail, she asked for my opinion.
"Whatever you want. I'm fine with anything." In fact, I'm okay with anything. Even if Cheng Weiwei took me to a restaurant that didn't suit my taste, as long as I was accompanied by a charming young woman, did the food even matter?
"Speak," Cheng Weiwei commanded me again.
"Really, I enjoy everything. As long as it suits your taste, I'm fine with anything."
"Okay. You don't need to put in too much effort to entertain a guest like this." Cheng Weiwei released the car's handbrake, shifted into second gear, and drove towards Wangfujing.
This young lady drove fast and steadily. She changed lanes and overtook other cars in one go. This left the taxi drivers who shuttled the roads all day shaking their heads in exasperation.
"Here then. Is that alright?" In front of the Quanjude Roast Duck Restaurant in Xuanwumen, Cheng Weiwei maneuvered the car steadily and accurately into the parking space with just a few turns of the wheel. The young man who directed traffic in the parking lot all day was very knowledgeable in this regard and was impressed by Cheng Weiwei's skillful actions.
"Too extravagant." I said to Cheng Weiwei, who was feeling proud of her reversing.
"Eating roast duck is extravagant? You haven't seen much of the world." Sometimes it's harder than climbing to heaven for men and women to get to know each other, and sometimes it's as easy as turning your hand. From the moment Cheng Weiwei extended her invitation to me until we appeared in front of Quanjude Peking Duck Restaurant, less than an hour had passed, and our relationship had undergone a strange and qualitative change. She spoke to me as if I were her wife or lover. And I, without a hint of unease, seemed perfectly at ease.
"Hehe," I chuckled foolishly at Cheng Weiwei. Cheng Weiwei casually and expertly took my left arm and led me into the most famous Peking Duck restaurant.
"Excuse me, sir. Did you two make a reservation?" a tall, curvaceous head waitress asked kindly. She assumed that men would lead women, not the other way around. I gestured with my chin towards Cheng Weiwei. "No reservation,
" Cheng Weiwei said coldly.
"Ah. I'm sorry. There are no seats available. You'll have to wait. Would you like to take a number?" The beautiful waitress seemed incapable of anger.
"I haven't waited," Cheng Weiwei replied expressionlessly.
The waitress, having seen all sorts of people, knew this woman was no ordinary customer, and continued to stand by with a forced smile.
“Manager, it’s me, Weiwei. No seats? I’ve brought the guests.” Cheng Weiwei made a call. “Ah. Okay. No problem. Thank you.” Cheng Weiwei hung up. “Come on, upstairs.” She pulled me upstairs.
“Take care.” The waitress sweetly reminded us from behind.
“Weiwei, you’re really something.” I sincerely praised her.
“People from the Times, if you can’t make it in this city, what’s the point of living?” Cheng Weiwei had a nonchalant expression.
Roast duck. I’d had it before, but this was my first time eating Quanjude roast duck. It’s the same duck meat, but the feeling in my mouth is completely different. To use an imperfect analogy, it’s like women, but the feeling in bed is vastly different.
“Here you go, old-fashioned.” As soon as the roast duck arrived, Cheng Weiwei very proactively handed me the roast duck roll she had wrapped for me.
“Weiwei, you come here, you come here.” I naturally reached out and pushed away Cheng Weiwei’s hand offering the roast duck roll.
"Alright, boss. I've already said, even if I'm just flattering you, is that enough?" Cheng Weiwei forcefully shoved the roast duck roll in her hand into my hand. Her
tone was firm yet tender, forceful yet caring. No man could resist a woman like that.
During the meal, Weiwei and I chatted about trivial matters of daily life, learning about each other's basic situations. I knew Cheng Weiwei was a true Beijinger. She had lived near Tiananmen Square, the "center of world revolution," since childhood. Back then, the country stipulated that National Day was celebrated every five years with a smaller celebration and every ten years with a larger one. On the day of the national celebration, they would stand on their rooftops, partly to watch the military parade and performances at Tiananmen Square, and partly to prevent sparks from fireworks from igniting their roofs. Decades ago, Tiananmen Square was surrounded by old Beijing courtyard houses. Due to their age, clumps of weeds grew between the blue tiles of the courtyard houses. By October, the weeds were withered and the weeds yellow, making it easy for sparks to ignite. Cheng Weiwei's entire family and all their neighbors were both excited and nervous at this time, a mixture of admiration and wariness accompanying them through this extraordinary night of national celebration.
Perhaps it was because I had developed a liking for Cheng Weiwei, but when I was studying in Beijing, I quite disliked the accent of old Beijingers. However, coming from Cheng Weiwei's mouth at this moment, I found it very pleasant to hear.
During dinner, although the restaurant wasn't very warm, Cheng Weiwei still took off her outer garment. Her light green velvet bodysuit clung tightly to her round, full breasts and arms, even highlighting her nipples, which were barely visible on other women. The half
-jin (250ml)
bottle of liquor, under Cheng Weiwei's attentive care, was unknowingly finished. She drank about a third of it; the rest went into my stomach.
"What are your plans for dinner?" Cheng Weiwei asked me.
"No plans. I still have two articles to revise."
"Why work so hard? You should learn from our boss. He handles things with ease, getting his work done effortlessly and very well." Cheng Weiwei spoke of President Bai with admiration.
"Yes. I also think our boss is amazing. He lives a carefree life, and his subordinates are happy too. He's someone who knows how to live well."
"You don't yet understand the full extent of his 'knowing how to live well'." Cheng Weiwei looked at me seriously as she said this.
"I haven't been here long; it will take more time to truly understand him."
"Do you want to understand our boss faster?"
"If you want to help me understand our boss, of course I'm willing."
"Tell me, what's the best thing to know about a person?" Cheng Weiwei countered.
"That depends on what you want to know."
"No. What you're saying isn't right. I'm saying, to fully understand a person, what's the best starting point?"
"I haven't researched that."
"I think you should first understand their attitude towards life and the level of openness in their thinking."
"How do you understand their attitude towards life and the level of openness in their thinking? "
"To understand their attitude towards life and the level of openness in their thinking, you can start with their attitude towards relationships between the sexes."
"So what is our boss's attitude in this regard?" I felt Cheng Weiwei was trying to steer the conversation towards President Bai, so I just brought it up.
"Don't let Mr. Bai's age fool you; his thinking is incredibly modern and youthful."
"Does Mr. Bai have any romantic escapades?" "
That's a very amateurish question."
"Why?"
"These days, almost everyone has romantic escapades. How could someone of Mr. Bai's status and position not have them? That's not the question. The question is, how does he have them? Through what channels?" "
How does our Mr. Bai have them, and through what channels?"
"You haven't been here long, so logically I shouldn't be talking to you about our boss's personal affairs. But for some reason, seeing you makes me feel like there's nothing I can't say, and I want to tell you everything."
"Go ahead and say it. What you tell me, no matter when or where, I would never tell you, even if you killed me. It will forever remain buried inside."
"Are you swearing an oath to the Party?" Cheng Weiwei smiled, pursing her lips.
"Even if I were to swear an oath to you, I'd have to be firm in my resolve."
"Forget it. I won't say anymore. Don't let me be exposed later when you're on good terms with the boss."
"What are you doing? Playing games with me, leaving half-sentences unsaid?"
“It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s just that I feel you could guess most of it. It’s just that Lao Bai’s methods are subtle, natural, and leave no trace.”
“Could you elaborate?”
“Simply put, whoever he likes, he won’t use his power or bribes to achieve his goal. He’ll try his best to use his unique masculine charm to make the woman he likes fall into his trap. It’s not wrong for a leader in a unit to like the women under his command, the key is how he gets the woman he likes into bed. Using power and bribes to get the woman he likes into bed is despicable; but using personal charm to get the woman he likes to go to bed willingly is skill. Our Lao Bai belongs to the latter.”
“Lao Bai has slept with women from our newspaper?” I feigned surprise.
“You. Are you stupid?” Cheng Weiwei rolled her eyes at me. At the same time, her face flushed slightly, almost imperceptibly.
"Ah. It's not surprising for a top leader to sleep with one or two of his female subordinates, but the way you're describing Lao Bai, I don't think he's just sleeping with one or two female subordinates, is it?"
"You're quite clever." Cheng Weiwei rolled her eyes at me again.
"You know about Lao Bai's situation? Or rather, everyone at the newspaper knows?"
"Yes, basically everyone knows."
"Then aren't people upset?"
"Upset? Why would we be upset?"
"These kinds of things have always been controversial." "
There are many factors that cause controversy. None of these factors exist at our newspaper. So everyone feels harmonious and happy. The key is that everyone gets what they deserve. Nobody interferes in other people's business."
"Ah. That's great. I can already feel it; the atmosphere at our newspaper is very relaxed."
"You're right. If an organization is so tolerant of things that are most prone to gossip and disputes, then it basically won't be bothered by other things. This shows that the atmosphere of this organization must be the most suitable for people to live in. If an organization is most suitable for people to live in, then its prosperity is a natural consequence." "
That makes sense. You make sense."
"Are you going back to revise the manuscript?" Cheng Weiwei asked me deliberately.
"Do you want me to go back to revise the manuscript?" I asked her deliberately as well. I knew what Cheng Weiwei was thinking, but I pretended not to know.
"If I asked you to go somewhere right now, would you agree?" Cheng Weiwei was testing me again.
"You asked me to Quanjude, and I'm here
now, aren't I?" "Just answer my question directly." "
Of course. I've already taken the first step, why hesitate to take the second?"
"How about coming to my house?" Cheng Weiwei stared straight at me.
"Your husband isn't home?"
"Of course! You? If my husband were home, would it be your turn?"
"Darling, take your time..." Before Cheng Weiwei could finish speaking, her phone rang. The ringtone played the currently popular song "Two Butterflies."
"Hello. Hello. Who is this?" Cheng Weiwei didn't look at the caller ID at first. After saying "hello" a few times without anyone answering, she took the phone off her ear to look at the screen: "Disgusting! This guy, making such a low-level mistake again."
"If I'm not mistaken, is it your husband calling?" I could see that Cheng Weiwei's expression contained a certain helplessness and displeasure beneath her nonchalant demeanor. That's why I asked her that.
"This guy was being all lovey-dovey with that lady again. He pressed the green button on his phone twice, and the call went through. But he doesn't even know it. I heard every single cheesy thing he was saying to her." Cheng Weiwei said as if she were talking about someone else.
"What did you say? Your husband is being intimate with another woman?" I blurted out, then realized it was inappropriate and quickly added, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked that question."
"What's wrong with that? Just ask. It's not a secret. These days, which man who's always out and about doesn't have a fling? If you don't flirt, the flowers will flirt with you; if you don't flirt with the grass, the grass will flirt with you. Men are all cats that love the smell of fish. They don't refuse when the flowers flirt with the grass."
"You know about your husband's affairs?"
"Do you think all women are fools? If any woman thinks her husband will only ever be with her, then that woman is a complete fool." "
Weiwei, you understand so well."
"Yes. Understanding makes you detached. Complete ignorance is also acceptable, but the worst is being half-understanding, scaring yourself while keeping an eye on your husband, resulting in discomfort for everyone."
"I'm impressed. Weiwei. You really see things very clearly."
“So, you need to understand others to adjust yourself. Men are human, but if they seek other women, aren’t women human too? Women neglected by men also have the right to seek their own happiness and fulfill their own needs.” Cheng Weiwei said, looking at me.
“Yes. You’re right.” At this point, from any angle, I wholeheartedly agreed with Cheng Weiwei’s point of view.
“How are you going to spend tonight?” Cheng Weiwei asked me.
“How else can I spend it?” I still pretended to be confused. “
Don’t you want to find a companion?” Cheng Weiwei glanced at me sideways.
“Who would you choose?”
“Come on! What are you pretending for? You really don’t understand what I mean?” Cheng Weiwei’s beautiful almond-shaped eyes narrowed.
“I understand. I understand. It’s just that you didn’t explain it clearly, and I was afraid of being presumptuous.” I quickly admitted that I had already understood what she meant. I just didn’t accept it for fear of making a fool of myself.
“How much more do you want me to express it before you completely understand?” Cheng Weiwei questioned me again.
“We work in the same department, and you can’t be presumptuous about this kind of thing without being completely sure.” I explained further.
“That’s right. Your caution is understandable. It’s just that I’m so anxious.” Cheng Weiwei smiled. Her smile was very sweet.
“It’s good that you’re not angry.” I quickly smiled back.
“How could I be angry? We shouldn’t make ourselves angry when we’re happy. You agree, right?”
“Right. Right.”
“Let’s go.” Cheng Weiwei stood up.
“Where to? Your house?”
“No. It’s easy for the neighbors to see us at home. Besides, my husband’s presence at home will affect our quality and mood.” Cheng Weiwei said casually and easily.
“Weiwei, you’re so thoughtful.” I took Cheng Weiwei’s arm and walked out.
“That’s more like it.” Cheng Weiwei smiled charmingly at me with satisfaction when she saw me take her arm.
“Then where to?” I pressed.
“Just follow me. I’ll lead you wherever you want. You don’t need to worry about anything on the way. Once we get there, it’s up to you.” Cheng Weiwei gave me a strange look.
I could clearly feel that another tough battle was about to test my physical strength, ability, endurance, and skills.
Cheng Weiwei drove south from Chongwenmenwai Street, onto Tiantan East Road, turned left at Yuting Bridge, and onto Zuoanmen West Riverside Road. She then drove east along the south side of Beijing Amusement Park, making two left turns and two right turns in about six or seven minutes, before smoothly parking her car in the courtyard of a large bathhouse.
A male waiter rushed over to open the car door for us. From his eyes, it was clear he and Cheng Weiwei were quite familiar, but they didn't exchange a word. I understood; this was a taboo in their line of work. They didn't know the relationship between this customer and the other guests they'd brought on their previous visits, and showing familiarity could cause embarrassment or even trouble. Therefore, waiters generally couldn't greet customers casually like acquaintances.
After completing the bathing procedures at the service desk, we each received our toiletries and post-bath clothes.
"Go ahead. Ten minutes. Is that enough? Then go to room 518 on the fifth floor. I'll wait for you there," Cheng Weiwei instructed me frankly in front of several male and female staff members of the bathhouse. There was no hint of sneakiness or timidity. I glanced at the other male and female staff members; none of them seemed to pay any special attention to our relationship. These staff members must have seen too many of these people here. How many couples who come here are actually married? Married couples would never come to a place like this together. The men and women who come to places like this almost all have some kind of ambiguous relationship, some deep, some shallow. When abnormal relationships become normal here, who would still act abnormally for normal situations?
I know that for people like Cheng Weiwei and me, taking a bath is just a formality. The so-called bathing is just a prelude or transition to sex.
I can't go to room 518 too early; if I go too early, the door won't be open, and Cheng Weiwei has the key. I can't go too late either; it would be absolutely unacceptable to make Cheng Weiwei wait too long.
This bathhouse has sensor-activated showerheads; as soon as you stand under them, the showerheads spray a strong stream of water.
In less than a minute, I was soaked. Then I applied shower gel, and in less than two minutes, I rinsed off all the foam, still smelling of shower gel, put on a loose short nightgown, and stood at the corner of the fifth-floor corridor, waiting for Cheng Weiwei to appear.
Chapter Nine: Women Gone Wild
"Wow! You're so fair-skinned!" When Cheng Weiwei appeared in my sight with her wet hair and wearing a loose, short nightgown, I was momentarily stunned.
"Very punctual." Cheng Weiwei, fresh from her bath, truly deserved the word "radiant." My instincts immediately filled me with immense interest in her.
"Weiwei, you're so beautiful. So incredibly beautiful." At this moment, any flowery words to describe the alluring Cheng Weiwei would seem inappropriate.
"Really?" Cheng Weiwei tilted her head, looking at me with delight.
"Really." As I spoke, I even choked on my own saliva, teased by Cheng Weiwei.
"Seeing you looking so eager right now is so cute." The experienced Cheng Weiwei had clearly seen my intense desire for her. Of course, I could see her desire for me too.
"I really want to swallow you whole." I took Cheng Weiwei's hand and pinched the soft flesh under her armpit slightly.
"Waiting for you to swallow me." It was clear that Cheng Weiwei was already aroused.
As we spoke, Cheng Weiwei and I entered room 518.
The room was bathed in a soft, orange light. In the middle of the room were two extra-wide single beds. Actually, the other of these extra-wide single beds was redundant, set up specifically to pass inspections. A man and a woman entering such a room would never use both beds simultaneously; one bed was enough for them to engage in their activities at the same time.
Closing the door shut out the noisy world. Cheng Weiwei had entered a state of blissful oblivion, abandoning all worldly affairs and worries. Her eyes were glazed, her body seemingly boneless, leaning against the edge of the bed.
"Fang Zhou, come here," Cheng Weiwei beckoned to me with her slender, jade-like fingers. I, of course, was also captivated by the scene.
"Weiwei. You're so sexy, so sexy," I said sincerely.
"Zhouzhou. Ah. Zhouzhou. You're so manly, so manly," Cheng Weiwei said, wrapping her arms around my lower back.
I kissed Cheng Weiwei's face. My tongue lingered and explored every feature of her face. My kisses touched her eyes, nose, earlobes, and mouth; Cheng Weiwei responded with different sounds to each touch, a clear reaction to my caresses.
While fully enjoying my caresses, she also gently licked my chest. Her tongue lightly slid across my skin, sending shivers down my spine. The
loose bathrobe slowly slipped down as we kissed, overlapping on the floor. Standing on the bathrobe, Cheng Weiwei and I truly looked like a golden couple, entwined and inseparable amidst blooming white lotus petals.
"Zhouzhou, I want it," Cheng Weiwei whispered.
"Weiwei, it's here. Here you go. Here you go." I picked her up and gently laid her on the extra-wide single bed.
"Oh. Oh." Cheng Weiwei felt wonderful on the bed. It seemed she didn't need my prompting or hints; she would naturally adopt positions, expressions, and sounds that pleased me.
For forty minutes, Weiwei was on top of me most of the time, experiencing intense pleasure while making me feel incredibly comfortable as well.
"Zhouzhou, look at all that sweat," Cheng Weiwei said breathlessly.
"Weiwei, you're sweating just as much as I am," I said, reaching out to wipe the sweat streaming down Cheng Weiwei's cheeks and temples.
"I only feel like this with a man I love," Cheng Weiwei said, brushing the hair clinging to her face back.
"Weiwei, you're really different from other women," I said sincerely.
"Zhouzhou, you're also... different from other men." Even if the actions and procedures are similar, the feelings and emotions involved in sex are vastly different, leading to completely different experiences. Cheng Weiwei and I were experiencing that very feeling.
“Weiwei, in the past, the description of a beautiful woman's fair skin as ‘smooth cream’ was something I couldn't imagine. But seeing your body today, I finally understand what kind of woman's skin truly deserves the title ‘smooth cream.’ Weiwei, you've given me an unprecedented level of enjoyment and surprise.”
“Zhouzhou, you too. The moment you arrived, my eyes lit up. In that instant, I knew we'd end up like this.” “
You planned this all along. I've fallen into your trap.”
“Such a gentle and joyful trap, which man wouldn't be drawn to it?”
“You really understand. For a man pursuing a woman, it's like building a wall; for a woman pursuing a man, it's like opening a piece of paper. If a man sets his sights on a woman, it's very difficult to achieve his goal without putting in a lot of effort. Even with that effort, success isn't guaranteed. But conversely, if a woman likes a man, she only needs to make a slight gesture to get him. Even a woman who isn't particularly attractive can pursue a very handsome man with only a tenth or even less of the effort a man puts into pursuing a woman.”
“Is this due to physiological or social reasons?”
"There are two reasons. So, when women realize that men have a strong need for them, they will use this advantage of being needed to satisfy their various needs."
"Zhouzhou, what do you think about what happened between us today?" Cheng Weiwei asked me seriously.
"Why are you asking this?"
"Do you think I'm bad?"
"Would I be close to a bad woman?"
"Of course. To you, I'm not a bad woman. But from a societal perspective, would you say I'm a good woman or a bad woman?"
"A good woman. Of course, a good woman."
"A woman who sleeps with another man behind her husband's back can be a good woman?"
"But this woman's husband isn't idle either. Right now, he's holding another woman in his arms."
“Zhouzhou, your charm lies in your ability to understand and speak to women’s hearts.” Cheng Weiwei pressed her face against my chest again, her arms tightening around my waist.
“Weiwei, I’m not trying to flatter you. I’m just stating the facts.”
“I know. Don’t explain. Explaining is pointless. Even if my husband were home, we wouldn’t make love more than once a week, and even then, it’s just a routine.”
“Weiwei, it’s unfair that such an excellent woman like you is being neglected like this.”
“Eating dumplings all day gets boring. Even if I’m as excellent as you say, in my husband’s eyes, I’m just a bland, unattractive housewife.”
“Is this what they call ‘aesthetic fatigue’? I can’t imagine a woman like you causing aesthetic fatigue in a man.”
“Zhouzhou, are you saying you’ll never get tired of me?”
“I think so. I can’t imagine myself, or any normal man, getting tired of a beautiful and sexy woman like you.”
"You may not live with me all the time. If you did, it's hard to say whether you'd get tired of me. When my husband was pursuing me, he showered me with sweet words, did everything he could to win me over, and we were passionate for the first year of our marriage. But as time went on, the love faded, and the passion clearly diminished. Women are sensitive to all their feelings, especially in bed. Whether a man still has passion for his woman, whether he's still interested in her, a woman can clearly sense during sex."
"Do you feel your husband is neglecting you? Is it because he's lost interest in you, or is he attracted to other women?"
"These are two separate issues."
"There's something I don't know if I should say."
"Go ahead. What can't we say between us?"
"But don't mind what I say, okay?"
"You, Zhouzhou. Why are you being so indecisive? It's so boring."
"Before me, besides your husband, you must have slept with other men, right?"
"Are you narcissistic? Zhouzhou. How could you be the first man I've had besides my husband?"
"Don't misunderstand. It doesn't matter which man I am to you. I mean you're basically aware of your husband's affairs, but does he know about yours?"
"No. Of course he doesn't. What would happen if he knew? Most women can forgive their husbands for having affairs, but few men can honestly face their wives' infidelity. I need to find my own feelings under absolutely safe conditions. Close friends might know that I'll always keep my husband in the dark."
"So, have you found a balance in your heart this way?"
"Balance is secondary. The main thing is that I want to retain my passion and feelings."
"Have you achieved your goal of retaining passion and feelings?"
"Not only have I achieved it, but I've surpassed it." Cheng Weiwei looked smug.
"Is it really that saying: 'A wife is not as good as a concubine, a concubine is not as good as a stolen affair, and a stolen affair is not as good as one you can't have?'"
"I agree with the first two. I disagree with the last one. What's the point of not being able to have someone?"
"Is the feeling of having someone else's affair truly more wonderful than a normal one?"
"You still want to ask me? Oh, right, a bachelor who isn't tied to someone can't truly understand the feeling of having someone else's affair. No wonder you ask such a question." A knowledgeable woman, having an affair and still managing to come up with these kinds of stunts.
"This kind of sexual pleasure experienced outside of a marital relationship is something you can never experience within one."
"If your experiences and understanding get out into society, won't it be seen as encouraging women to have affairs?" "Whether
a woman has an affair or not, external factors imposed by others are not important. What matters is her own situation and her mental and psychological feelings. If she feels good, she might not have an affair even if all the women in the world have affairs. If she doesn't feel good, she might as well find a way to go outside the walls and see for herself."
"Weiwei, I understand what you mean. I will love you well."
"Zhouzhou, I don't think much of saying 'I love you' at this time. At this moment, at most, we are mutually attracted and have harmonious intercourse in bed. I really don't ask you to be completely in love with me. As long as this harmonious intercourse can last a little longer, I will feel happy and content. Love. Perhaps it can be called an outcome, but in our relationship, the outcome is not important. What matters is spiritual satisfaction and psychological feelings."
"I understand, Weiwei." Saying this, I pulled Cheng Weiwei tightly into my arms.
"Zhouzhou, let's not go back tonight, let's stay here for the night, okay?" Cheng Weiwei pleaded sweetly.
"What if your husband calls home to check up on you?"
"He'd be lucky if I didn't check up on him. He's already indulging in his own pleasures, why would he think of checking up on me? Besides, just in case, I've already set up call forwarding for my home phone. If it rings three times and no one answers, my cell phone will ring, he won't be able to find me."
"Weiwei, a smart woman is smart in every way."
"A woman's intelligence and beauty need a man's appreciation. Intelligence and beauty without a man's appreciation are like wildflowers blooming in the wilderness, ignored and left to wither away, meaningless. Zhouzhou, only when you appreciate me does everything I have meaning."
"Weiwei. I will always appreciate you." I kissed Cheng Weiwei's fragrant lips again.
"Forever is too far. I only want now." Cheng Weiwei put her hand between my legs.
"Want it again? Want more?"
"Don't you want it? Don't want it?"
"Yes. I want it. I want it." After our first time making love, neither Weiwei nor I wore bathrobes. This saved us a step. I lifted Weiwei onto the bedside stool, and as soon as she lifted her legs, I finished her in a few movements. The sturdy bedside stool swayed and groaned violently beneath Weiwei and me.
Chapter 10 of "Women Gone Wild":
A celebrity, after a night of revelry in a bar, was taken hostage by several armed thugs.
"Fang Zhou, this is a big news story." The next day, as soon as I got to work, President Bai called me to his office. "Our urban newspapers must seize on these kinds of social news that the public cares about. We must report them promptly, comprehensively, and vividly. If we report a few of these kinds of things every year, our newspaper's social influence will grow. With social influence, we won't have to worry about not having readers. With more readers, we won't have to worry about not having economic benefits. With good economic benefits, we won't have to worry about our brothers and sisters not making a living." Old Bai excitedly told me so many reasons.
He was right. He was telling the truth. Especially the last few sentences, which felt warm and comforting.
"Fangzhou, choose another person. I'll speak to the relevant authorities, and you'll all be fully engaged in investigating and following this case. Then write one or more reports to satisfy readers' curiosity. As long as we do a more detailed, comprehensive, in-depth, and uniquely angled approach than other newspapers, we'll capture more readers' attention."
"Who do you think should I choose?" I asked President Bai.
"Choosing a partner depends on your preferences. Working with people you like or get along with is more meaningful and productive. It's up to you; I'll support whoever you choose." Old Bai really knows how to motivate his staff.
My first thought was Cheng Weiwei. Last night's intimate moments, the unbridled joy, left me with a deep and abiding affection for her. She truly knows how to make the man she shares a bed comfortable and happy. Every expression, every sound, every movement of hers is perfectly timed and executed. Although I know there's little chance of intimacy during this interview assignment, working with Weiwei still fills me with energy and immense joy.
"How about Cheng Weiwei?" I asked, looking at Lao Bai.
"Hmm? Why Weiwei?" I noticed Lao Bai pause slightly when I mentioned Cheng Weiwei.
"Cheng Weiwei is young and energetic, experienced, and married, which makes work much easier." I tried to find a plausible reason to convince Lao Bai.
"Hey. Fang Zhou, other men prefer going out with young girls, why do you insist on going out with married women?" Lao Bai grinned at me.
"Married women are convenient, aren't they?" I replied somewhat embarrassed.
"What do you mean by convenient? Hehehehehe." Lao Bai's laughter made me even more uneasy. "Alright, alright, I won't make things difficult for you. I was just joking. Weiwei has some tasks for her these next few days, so you can choose anyone else besides Weiwei. Once you've chosen, just tell her I'm sending her to accompany you on this interview assignment, and she'll follow your instructions." Old Bai's seemingly casual assignment made me feel immense trust and an invisible pressure.
"Okay. Don't worry, Boss, we guarantee we'll complete this interview assignment well." I knew in my heart that this report was important to the newspaper, and equally important to me personally. I had only recently joined this newspaper, and wasn't this the perfect opportunity to showcase my talent and abilities?
I mentally ranked everyone in the department. Cheng Weiwei couldn't go, so I completely disregarded personal feelings and focused solely on work. Yang Hongyang, yes. This Yang Hongyang was a good choice. She might be two years older than Cheng Weiwei, less feminine, but assertive and capable. Going on an interview with someone of the opposite sex was no different from going on an interview with someone of the same sex. There were no reservations, and no romantic entanglements would occur.
Following Lao Bai's advice, I explained the details of the mission to Yang Hongyang.
"Great. Very good. Thank you both for this opportunity." Anyone who enjoys journalism gets excited and eager to try when they hear about good leads or get a good interview assignment.
"No need to thank me. As long as you're interested in this person, we'll cooperate well and try our best to do a good
job." "Don't worry, Director. I'll definitely cooperate with you." Yang Hongyang's eyes lit up with excitement.
"No, no. It's not you cooperating with me, it's us cooperating with each other." I said earnestly.
"Wow. Everyone in our newspaper, from the editorial staff to the department heads, is so easygoing. It's so comfortable working here." It was clear Yang Hongyang was speaking from the heart.
"It's good that you feel that way. That's how a unit should be. Only when everyone is in a good mood will they have the interest and motivation to work. Since the editorial staff can set such a good example, we should certainly try our best to emulate them." "
If the leaders are like this, we could work ourselves to death without even knowing how we died." It was clear Yang Hongyang was very sincere.
The public security department already attaches great importance to robbery cases, and the same applies to the kidnapping of celebrities. If such cases remain unsolved or are solved too slowly, it not only causes public anxiety and dissatisfaction but also severely damages the public's image of the police. Therefore, the public security department will spare no effort and deploy elite forces to solve such cases as quickly as possible, providing a clear explanation to the public.
Sure enough, amidst the public's anticipation and observation, this high-profile robbery case was solved in a very short time. The bravery of the special police and the astonishment of the hostages demonstrated the brilliance and success of the investigation. As for the robbers, they never expected their scheme to crumble so quickly, with all participants apprehended.
Our report, following the police investigation, gradually took shape. On the night of the successful hostage rescue, Yang Hongyang wrote the first draft, while I revised the second. On our respective computers, Yang Hongyang and I were deeply engrossed in writing this article, which was crucial for both of us and for the entire newspaper.
The event itself garnered significant public attention, and with Yang Hongyang and I both putting in our best efforts, the article not only received high praise from the newspaper's leadership but also genuinely caused a sensation in society. The newspaper printed 50,000 more copies than usual that day, and they all sold out.
Old Bai was ecstatic, Yang Hongyang was ecstatic, and I was even more ecstatic. If my colleagues at the newspaper previously thought I was alright, this time they really wouldn't underestimate me; it meant I had firmly established myself at the newspaper.
"Fang Zhou, that's great!" Cheng Weiwei saw me and extended her hand to congratulate me.
"Ahem. It's nothing, just found a good topic." I tried to be modest.
"The same topic written by different people will produce completely different results."
"If the topic isn't good, no amount of effort will help."
"Alright, alright. What's with the unnecessary modesty? You're secretly pleased, but pretending to be nonchalant. Are you kidding me?" Cheng Weiwei pouted at me.
"Heh. Hehehehehe." I really couldn't handle such a blunt person. Once a woman has a special relationship with you, she'll definitely speak without restraint. Or rather, if you find a woman speaking without restraint to a man, it means that the relationship between that woman and that man has definitely crossed the line.
"Why didn't you call me for such a good thing?" Cheng Weiwei glared at me.
"Weiwei. After Lao Bai finished assigning the task, I mentioned you first, but Lao Bai said you had another task and didn't agree. He told me to choose anyone else. So, I chose Yang Hongyang."
"Oh, I see. That old man." Cheng Weiwei's expression was a little strange.
"What task did Lao Bai assign you?"
"Task? Nothing, nothing." Cheng Weiwei stammered. "
Fang Zhou, where are we going to feed our brains for dinner? Hey, hey. Hello, Weiwei." Yang Hongyang walked towards me with a beaming smile, while also greeting Cheng Weiwei.
"Hey. Hello. Hongyang. I haven't planned on feeding our brains yet."
"Then, shall I treat you?" Yang Hongyang was very enthusiastic. “Weiwei, come along.”
“You’re inviting me? Why?”
“So I can get some recognition with you.”
“That’s because we work well together. I’m getting some recognition too.” I laughed it off.
“Don’t be so polite. If you hadn’t invited me, I really wouldn’t have had this opportunity. Let’s go, grab something to eat. Weiwei, let’s go together.” Yang Hongyang pulled me with one hand and Cheng Weiwei with the other, making a gesture to leave.
“You two go ahead. I have plans for lunch.” Cheng Weiwei declined sincerely. The clever Cheng Weiwei could tell that Yang Hongyang had specifically invited me, and she wouldn’t freeload off such a meal, becoming a third wheel for Yang Hongyang and me.
“Okay then. Weiwei. I’ll invite you another day.” Before Cheng Weiwei could finish her refusal, Yang Hongyang quickly chimed in, excluding Weiwei from the lunch.
“Bye-bye.” Cheng Weiwei said goodbye, but her eyes were fixed on me.
"Okay. Bye. Weiwei." Before I could answer, Yang Hongyang waved goodbye to Weiwei decisively.
"Let's go. Fangzhou." In news organizations, people generally don't address leaders by their titles. Those below the department head are almost always addressed by their first names; only for true unit leaders are people addressed by their surname after "Lao" (老), as a special form of respect.
"Where to?"
“What do you think? You can go anywhere you like.” Yang Hongyang was a robust and muscular man.
“Anything is fine. I’ve been quite tired these past few days. I just want to sleep.”
“Okay. I’ll give you something delicious to eat. Drink a little less alcohol, and then you can relax and enjoy yourself.” Yang Hongyang easily arranged everything for me.
“Yes. That’s good.”
“Alright. Let’s go.”
“Drive? Don’t you have a car?”
“No, I’m not driving. I want to have a drink with you.”
Yang Hongyang and I left the company gate, hailed a taxi, and she opened the back door, shoved me inside, and sat in the front passenger seat. She told the driver, “To Shichahai.”
I knew that Shichahai Park was located north of the famous Beihai Park, consisting of three bodies of water extending from southeast to northwest: Qianhai (Shichahai), Houhai, and Xihai (Jishuitan). The total area was approximately 5.4 million square meters, with water covering 340,000 square meters. The three lakes were connected, the surrounding environment was serene and elegant, the water surface rippled gently, and pavilions and terraces dotted the lake. Every night, the area around the sea is ablaze with colorful lights, making the scenery inside and around the sea incredibly beautiful. It's one of the most beloved places for tourists and lovers.
Walking in from under the archway of the Shichahai Lotus Market, following the bustling crowds, browsing the shimmering sea, and admiring the twinkling, ever-changing neon lights, although I didn't feel any attraction to Yang Hongyang, having company and chatting as we walked was quite nice.
"Hongyang, how old are your children?" Yang Hongyang looked to be in her mid-thirties, undoubtedly married and with children.
"Six years old."
"Who takes care of him if you don't come home?"
"The child lives with his grandmother. I bring him back once a week. People in our line of work can't take care of their families much."
"Can't your husband take care of the child?"
"Him? He's even less likely to take care of the family. He's often away on business trips. Even when he's not away, he doesn't really look after us."
"So, the three of you are mostly divided into three groups?
" "Yes. The child is taken care of by the grandparents, and my husband and I each take care of ourselves. Hey, Fangzhou, are you married?"
"Me? My mother-in-law hasn't even been born yet. Who am I supposed to marry?"
"Heh. You're quite fashionable. Living a free and happy single life."
"I wouldn't call myself a noble, but I am definitely free and happy."
"But that's true, these days, especially for you men, whether you're married or not really doesn't matter. It doesn't affect anything, it doesn't delay anything." "
What do you mean by 'what'?" I asked knowingly.
"Do I need to spell it out? Hehe."
"You mean matters between men and women?"
"You already know, why are you asking me? You're so mean."
"If that's the case, then these days it's not important for women not to get married. It doesn't affect anything for women to be unmarried. It's even more convenient for them than for men."
"Sigh. People are still too bound by traditional things. Herd mentality and habitual forces often determine people's behavior. Tell me, in an era where having children is no longer important, in an era where the relationship between men and women is no longer an insurmountable obstacle, what practical meaning does marriage still have? Nowadays, people get married because both parties are united to satisfy their sexual needs, but if after a few years of marriage, the couple has lost interest in each other, and they don't have sex for a week or two, or even a month or two, is there any point in such a marriage?"
"You're right. A marriage without sex is a marriage in name only, and a marriage in name only really has no point in existing. But, from what I know, there are quite a few such marriages."
“So, sigh…”
After Yang Hongyang let out a long sigh, I suddenly realized that her conversation with me wasn’t unfounded; she was revealing her inner thoughts, telling me the truth about her married life. So, I changed the subject.
“Hongyang, which school did you graduate from?”
“Peking University. Peking University, Chinese Department.”
“Did you come to our newspaper right after graduation?”
“I worked as a teacher for a few years after graduation, and then I felt that the teaching profession was like a donkey on a millstone, going around and around, never getting out of that small circle, seeing the end of my life at a glance, and I felt it was very meaningless, so I took the exam to come to our newspaper.”
“I think your personality is quite suitable for journalism.”
“You think so too? You mean I have a masculine personality? Bold and impulsive?” Yang Hongyang was clearly not interested in such a description.
“I can see that you are very capable. As a woman, you are very excellent.” I could only say that; it was impossible for me to insincerely praise Yang Hongyang for being beautiful.
“I know you men all like delicate women.” Yang Hongyang was clearly annoyed by people’s comments about her. To quickly end this awkward conversation, I looked up and saw “Kong Yiji Restaurant,” so I helped Yang Hongyang inside.
“Come on, Hongyang. This place is pretty good. It’s very unique.”
“Oh, the whole place smells of stinky tofu. That’s really a strong local flavor.” Yang Hongyang’s mood immediately improved.
“Stinky tofu is really strange. It smells like the pungent odor of a rural public toilet in the hot summer, but when you eat it, people can chew it up and enjoy it. It’s really interesting.”
“Oh, Fangzhou. You’re right. The smell of this stinky tofu really is just like you said, like the smell of a rural public toilet in the summer. Yes. It really is that smell. Hahahaha.” Yang Hongyang laughed happily.
Yang Hongyang and I ordered a few local Shaoxing dishes and a jar of Shaoxing wine, and then we ate and drank casually.
"Fang Zhou, you've only been here for less than half a month, right? I've noticed you're getting quite close to Cheng Weiwei." I was taken aback. Women will be women; even the seemingly carefree Yang Hongyang had noticed the change in my relationship with Cheng Weiwei.
"Close? What do you mean by 'close'? Aren't we quite close?"
"That's different, isn't it?" Yang Hongyang smiled slyly.
"How is it different? Tell me."
"The way Cheng Weiwei looks at you is different. No matter how you judge me, a woman's subtle changes don't escape our eyes."
"The way Cheng Weiwei looks at me? Is there any difference between how she looks at me and how she looks at others?"
"The way she looks at you is definitely different from how she looks at me, but the way she looks at you is basically the same as how she looks at our club president." As soon as I heard Yang Hongyang's words, I sensed something was off.
"What do you mean?"
"You understand what I mean."
"I don't understand."
"Someone as shrewd as you, I've explained it to you so clearly, and you still don't understand?"
"I really don't understand. Really." I picked up the wine pot filled with Shaoxing wine, touched it to Yang Hongyang's, tilted my head back, and drank it all in one gulp.
"I can see, Fang Zhou, you're a very open-minded person. It's okay to chat with you about random things."
"Yes. It's okay. Let's talk about anything."
"Last month. You weren't here yet. A friend and I went to a hot spring resort in Huairou. We had just parked our car in front of a villa when I suddenly saw President Bai with his arm around Cheng Weiwei, getting out of the car and walking into the villa. I quickly called out to my friend, 'No, don't get out. Let's go, let's go quickly.' My friend was stunned."
"Really? You saw it clearly? It was definitely President Bai and Cheng Weiwei?"
"Of course it was real! Maybe I'd mistake one person, but I would never mistake two. The way they were so intimate, oh my, they really had that sweet brother-sister vibe."
"You left without getting out of the car?"
"How could I get out?"
"Are you afraid they'd see you, or are you afraid of seeing them?"
"Both, both. It's awkward for anyone to see anyone else."
"So, you brought a male friend too?"
"Isn't that obvious? How many people go to a suburban resort with their husbands or wives?"
"Wow, Hongyang. You've got this trick up your sleeve."
"Hey, hey. Don't make such a fuss, okay? It's nothing unusual."
"What do you think about Lao Bai taking Cheng Weiwei to the resort villa?"
"What do I think? It's normal. I'm not as pretty as Cheng Weiwei, nor as beautiful as her figure, and I certainly don't have her ability to seduce men. If Lao Bai likes me and is willing to take me to the resort, I'll go too."
"Hongyang, you're really honest. Is that really what you think?"
"Why pretend? That's how it is, there's no need to fake it."
To be honest, after that blissful night with Cheng Weiwei at the bathhouse, my infatuation with her really lingered. When Yang Hongyang told me she saw Cheng Weiwei and Lao Bai go to a suburban resort villa, I really felt uneasy. But I tried my best to act nonchalant. Yang Hongyang had already noticed that Cheng Weiwei's gaze towards me was strange. If I didn't pretend to be calm and act as if nothing was wrong, she would have completely figured out the relationship between Cheng Weiwei and me.

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