Sex training

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At the end of last year, it was snowing everywhere. In the midst of this cold weather, I went to Tianjin to attend a systematic training course. It was a three-month course, with two people from each province. In my province, it was me and a young woman; for convenience, I'll call her Lan. Lan had been married for several years but hadn't had children yet. The body of a woman with sexual experience but no children exuded a mature, rich fragrance.

Lan and I were from the same province, so it was natural that we ate and went to class together. We even sat in the same row during lectures. It was a large classroom. We sat in the last row. Because there were computer classes, there were two computers on each desk in each row, naturally separating the people in front and behind. Because the distance was so great, if we leaned over the desk, even the teacher on the podium wouldn't see what we were doing. Lan and I often whispered to each other.

The first week was for everyone to get to know each other, receive new books, and form several study groups. Because we were in a new environment, everyone was excited, and there was also some inexplicable impulse and curiosity. Besides studying, it seemed everyone wanted something to happen during these three months.

Finally, let me introduce myself: I'm an older man. Now, let me begin the story of this winter.

I initially thought three months would be a relaxing time, maybe even with some travel. But the course schedule was surprisingly tight. There were Marxist-Leninist classes, computer classes, professional courses, audio-visual education classes, and literature classes. Everyone loved literature class the most. The teacher basically just read from the textbook, assigning homework based on the textbook's review questions, and the textbook even had hints for the answers.

The most interesting thing was that the literature teacher, surnamed Huang, had a very strong regional accent. Basically, if I didn't look at the book during his two-hour classes, I couldn't understand a single word. So, each literature class was like a relaxing class. Skipping class was out of the question; we were all organized people, and nobody wanted a stain on our academic record. If it got back to our workplace, we'd be in deep trouble.

The first time we had a literature class, everyone was very curious. After all, we'd been working for years, and our studies were usually limited to politics and our profession. But once Teacher Huang started speaking, everyone listened patiently at first, but by the second half, some were dozing off, some were talking, and some were reading novels. I couldn't understand a word, so I wanted to see Lan's reaction. I looked up at her, and she looked at me too. We exchanged a knowing smile.

If you have nothing to do, find something to do. Lan and I weren't very familiar, so I wrote something on a piece of paper, handed it to her, and she replied before passing it back to me. We acted outwardly calmly, but secretly kept passing notes. I'd done this before when I was in school; I never thought it would come in handy now.

Our initial exchanges were simple. "I'm sleepy." "Me too, I don't understand." "What do you girls do at night?" "Chat, play poker. It's so boring. What about you?" "We too. We also exchange information about salaries and bonuses in different companies."

Around the second week, our conversation went something like this: "Looking around, you're the prettiest in the class." "Nonsense, I'm the oldest." "The others are all old ladies." Her face flushed slightly, and she had drawn a crooked smiley face on the note she handed me. A little girl, her lips curving into a smile.

In winter, the indoor heating made it unbearably hot. It was unusually cold outside. I'm not used to the heating. I always feel dry and need to drink water constantly. The automatic water dispenser is in the corner behind us. I always run to get water. The desks and chairs are all fixed, making it difficult to get up, especially during class, as I can't move too much. So when I get up, my body often bumps into Lan's hand. Once, I even knocked her pencil away, and I quickly apologized. But her hand didn't pull back. After that, I would deliberately touch her, regardless of whether it would hurt.

We still passed notes in literature class, and it gradually spread to other classes. The words on the notes became more and more ambiguous. "What are you daydreaming about? Missing your husband, huh?" "No way." "You're missing Teacher Liu." Teacher Liu teaches computer class; he's very handsome, and we often joke about him in private. "Missing you. Ugh." "I'm right next to you, what are you thinking about?" The note was passed, and she reached out to take it. I didn't pull my hand back; instead, I pressed down on hers. She tried to pull back, but I held on tightly.

After struggling for a while, she stopped moving. Another note was passed to her from the other hand. "Someone saw. Stop messing around." "Then put your hand under the table." I let go of her hand, and she took it away too. At first, she ignored me, but after a while, whether intentionally or unintentionally, she actually put her hand down.

I nervously looked around; everyone next to me was asleep on their desks. So, I mustered my courage and put my hand down as well, pretending to relax and stretch out, reaching out to touch hers. She didn't flinch. So I held her hand. When I held it, her hand felt so warm, as if it were sweating. It was so soft; the moment I touched it, my heart felt like it had been struck by lightning. She seemed a little excited too. I felt her body trembling slightly. At first, she held it still, but then I gently traced lines in her palm with my fingers, and she curled her fingers to touch my palm. It felt so good.

I became the most proactive and motivated student in the class. That's what our homeroom teacher, Mr. Chen, said. Because regardless of wind or snow, dawn or dusk, I was always the first to arrive and the last to leave the class. My heart was with the class, and I quickly became engrossed. But Lan seemed completely unaffected. She came and went as she pleased, without lingering. She also seemed indifferent to my feelings, even though our hands were often clasped together in class.

Soon, I became dissatisfied with the simple pleasure of holding hands, and opportunity struck. Since the training course had virtually no evening activities, the students suggested studying in the classroom. Our homeroom teacher, Mr. Chen, said, "You want to go to an internet cafe?" The whole class laughed in unison. The computers in this computer lab could actually access the internet; they just needed a different interface on the server in the computer lab. Mr. Chen said, "I'll talk to them for you."

Three months had been a bit boring. The next evening, the classroom became a giant internet cafe. When Lan came in, she didn't turn on the computer but went straight to me to watch me use the internet. It turned out she had never been online before. She had just showered, and her hair had a faint fragrance. This was the first time we sat together at night, the dim light making it easier to lose oneself in the darkness. Our hands naturally intertwined in the darkness.

Because it was night, and because there weren't many people in the classroom, the space next to us was empty. I grew bolder, and casually released my hand, opening my palm and gently placing it on her thigh. She pretended not to notice, placing her hand on mine.

Even through her clothes, I could feel her warmth and flesh; my palm moved slowly like an ant, caressing her back and forth. The softness, combined with her scent, and her tense breathing and heartbeat, was so stimulating. I really wanted to turn around and kiss her, but in this environment, and given our relationship, I didn't dare. My biggest fear was that she wouldn't accept it and we'd become enemies. So close, so almost there, so irresistible, so within reach, yet so just out of reach. This feeling made my heart boil with contradiction.

As lights out approached, fewer and fewer people remained in the classroom. I knew that tonight's happy time was drawing to a close. I was truly audacious. Suddenly, with a slight exertion, my hand slid to the top of her thigh. Before she could react, I went straight for her crotch. She tried to stop me, but could only press against my palm, struggling to move my hand away—of course, it was futile.

To be honest, through her clothes, it wasn't much more pleasurable there than her thigh. However, the satisfaction of invading a woman's private territory, and her lack of strong resistance, or rather, her feigned resistance while actually accepting it, gave me immense mental satisfaction.

So, even through her clothes, imagining the softness and wetness there, the warmth and longing there, imagining the pleasure and thrill there, made my hand linger.

The next day, Lan seemed a little unhappy, not even glancing at me properly after entering the classroom. I was terrified, afraid she was angry because I had touched her there the day before. So, I did what I always did and started passing her notes again. I wrote on the note: I'm sorry. She didn't reply for a long time after I saw it, and my heart was pounding in my throat. I thought I was doomed this time.

After a long while, she handed me the note, which read: "Why did you do that to me?" Ugh. She really was angry about that. I replied: "I couldn't control myself, I couldn't help it." She took the note, glanced at it, chuckled, and immediately looked towards the podium. Luckily, the teacher wasn't paying attention.

She handed me the note: "Never do that again!!!" I replied: "Yes, ma'am, but you have to hold my hand." She replied: "We'll see." My heart immediately felt as sweet as if I'd eaten honey; I knew she wouldn't be angry with me anymore. After a while, I pretended to accidentally touch her hand again. After some dodging and chasing, our hands were intertwined again.

For the next few nights, we spent every evening online in the classroom. She gradually went from being a complete novice to becoming an internet addict. She wasn't interested in news or sports, so I let her go to some forums to read romance novels and stories. There were many posts about couples having affairs, which often made her blush. Thinking back, there hadn't been any progress between us for a long time. That night, I finally couldn't resist and started plotting again.

Opportunity always favors the prepared. Or rather, those with cunning schemes. Hehe, another opportunity came. Lan wanted to watch a movie, but she couldn't because she didn't have the software installed. She didn't know how to download and install it. So, I had no choice but to help her.

She sat in her chair, and I stood up, reaching to her right, holding the mouse, and gesturing on the screen. The classroom was heated, and students usually took off their coats after entering, wearing only sweaters or cardigans. Lan was wearing a bright red sweater, and I joked that she looked like a new bride. She rolled her eyes at me.

But when my hand reached out, although my body was a little distance away from her, my arm moved just enough to touch her breasts—soft and firm. She didn't move away from me because of this; instead, she pretended to get a better look at the computer screen and moved even closer, almost touching my arm. When I wasn't moving the mouse, my arm and her breasts were pressed together. With the slightest movement, I felt a soft, yielding touch.

I finally managed to install the software. I tried to find a movie to watch, but the internet was slow and kept buffering. She lost interest in watching the movie. Early on, she said, "Never mind, I'm going to sleep." Of course, I didn't want her to leave, so I asked, "Tomorrow's the weekend. Why are you going to sleep so early?" She said, "Why not?" After a while, she said again, "How about you walk with me?" Suddenly, I remembered a joke.

A rather pedantic student finally mustered the courage to hand a note to the girl he had a crush on for a long time, saying he wanted to get to know her. The girl didn't say a word, packed up her books, and prepared to leave. Before leaving, she turned back to this pedantic student and said, "Will you walk with me?" The pedantic student said, "You go first, I still have a few pages to finish reading." Haha. Of course, I wouldn't miss this opportunity. I quickly packed up—there wasn't much to pack, just shut down the computer—and then we left the classroom one after the other.

The northern night was truly cold. We shivered in the wind. We walked along the street behind the training building. It was a residential area. Small alleys lined with small trees. The night was quiet, the moon a pale yellow, and the stars twinkled. A night like this wasn't suitable for romance.

Without realizing it, I took her hand; it was icy cold, but it felt warm. There weren't many people on the street. Only a few vendors selling hot pot and lamb skewers were scattered around the alley entrances. Nobody knew us, and we chatted happily, mainly about the cold weather and the boredom of our school life. We even bought a few lamb skewers from a stall. The vendor strongly recommended lamb kidneys, saying they were very nutritious. Lan and I exchanged a smile.

After eating, we really felt less cold. Because we weren't familiar with the area, we didn't dare walk too far. At a point where there seemed to be no way forward, Lan said, "Let's go back." She turned to look at me, and I looked back at her, boldly taking her other hand, our hands clasped together. Our upper bodies kept a distance, our thick clothes tentatively drawing closer. Suddenly, I pulled her forcefully, and her entire body fell into my arms.

There was no struggle. No words. There was no sound around us. Through her clothes, I felt her soft breasts pressed against my body. I released her hands and wrapped my arms around her waist. Our bodies pressed even closer. Lan buried her head on my shoulder, breathing heavily. I felt her warm breath and her pounding heart, which made my heart race.

Mustering my courage, I raised my head to find Lan's face and pressed my cheek against hers. Cool, gentle caresses. Then I gently explored her nose, her forehead, her eyes, slowly rubbing my face against them. When I reached her lips, I suddenly stopped, searching for her ears, her neck hidden deep in her collar. Her body trembled slightly, and when my lips brushed against her neck, I could hear her soft, long sigh: Ah~~~~~~~~~

I seized the opportunity and kissed her. Her lips were closed. She flinched at first, then my lips captured hers. Because of the cold weather, my lips didn't feel much. So I stuck out my tongue, trying my best to pry open her mouth. I forced her lips open, but her teeth were still clenched tightly, so I slowly pushed in. I opened a crack and felt a little warmth from her tongue. I tried even harder. Suddenly, everything opened up, like a man from Wuling finding the Peach Blossom Spring.

My tongue completely swam inside, finding her shy, hesitant tongue tip. First, our tongues gently explored each other, then it became a frenzied entanglement, devouring, sucking. We kissed each other's lips deeply. I kissed her neck deeply. At this moment, I really couldn't control myself. I hugged her from both sides, my right hand pressing against her breasts. I vigorously rubbed them through her sweater. Ah. They were so full. Young woman, I'm crazy for you.

I held her buttocks tightly with my left hand, pressing my genitals tightly against hers, believing she could feel my hardness. In the constant biting and entanglement, my genitals were also rubbing against her body. I hadn't done this in a long time because I was away studying. Unexpectedly, in the midst of immense excitement, I experienced an uncontrollable contraction, like ejaculation. But I knew I hadn't ejaculated. When I returned, I found I was still wet, with fluid leaking out.

As I contracted, she pulled away from my mouth, tightly embracing me with both hands, her body pressed close. Suddenly, her whole body began to tremble. I froze, and after a long while, her body suddenly relaxed from its tension. I gently kissed her lips, rubbing my lips against hers. She suddenly pushed me away, asking, "Why are you teasing me?" I quickly replied, "I like you."

"Go back, it's too late," she said. Back in my dorm, I received a message from her: "I don't know what's wrong with me today. I went crazy. Forget all of this, just pretend it never happened."

Lying in bed, I didn't know if we still had a story. But only God knew. The real show was just beginning.

For a long time afterward, there was no intimacy between us. And neither of us would ever mention what happened that night again. We seemed to have returned to our relationship from when we first entered university, polite and reserved. Sometimes I would stare at her blankly, and sometimes I would even have a moment of daze, wondering if those intimate moments had actually happened between us. Lan, however, never looked at me, her expression calm and composed.

Finally, the first snow fell, and it was midterms. The training course gave everyone a week off to go home. That evening, Lao Chen wandered through the rooms, confirming everyone's train or plane tickets. I originally wanted to fly, but after asking my supervisor, I was told to take the train. It's only one night. It'll be over soon. That's what my supervisor said. There was no other way. I had to book a train ticket. When Lao Chen heard I booked a train ticket, he asked in surprise, "Lan is flying? Aren't you going together?" Because students from different provinces were encouraged to travel together. But I hadn't discussed it with her. I could only reply, "The company can only reimburse train tickets." Lao Chen said, "Then you should discuss it with Lan. Don't leave her alone."

He knocked on Lan's door; she was alone in her room. I said, "You should take a plane. My company only reimburses train tickets." Lan smiled slightly and said, "Then I'll book a train ticket too." I said okay. We went to find Lao Chen together and asked him to change the train tickets. Lao Chen left, and Lan stayed behind to discuss with me when to leave and what to bring. We wondered if we should buy some dry food and water. I said, "We'll just sleep one night and we'll be there. Do you think this is moving house?" She laughed.

The next day, around 5 PM, we boarded the southbound train together. It wasn't the end of the year or a holiday, so the sleeper car was practically empty. There were fewer than ten people in each car. A few people shared the berths at the front and back of the train. The middle berth was occupied only by the two of us, both lower berths. I said, "How's it? More comfortable than flying, right? Even going to the toilet on a plane is a hassle. Here, you can lie down whenever you want." Lan quickly agreed. "I always thought trains were crowded, but I didn't realize they were usually packed."

We bought two boxed meals on the train, along with two bottles of beer and some snacks. After eating, we slowly drank and ate. It got dark quickly. Outside was a blur, but the fluorescent lights inside the carriage were glaring. We drank and chatted. Later, she became a little tipsy. She asked me, "Why didn't you contact me afterwards?" I said, "I was afraid you'd be angry." She said, "You think I'm a bad woman, right?" I said no. I was genuinely afraid of hurting her again.

I sat down in her berth and let her lean against me. She said, "When you're away from home, it really feels like you relax. There's a sense of indulgence. I've realized I'm a bad woman." I said, "No. Everyone's the same. It's mainly because you're lonely." She smiled and said, "So you don't like me? Just because you're lonely?" I quickly said, "If I didn't like you, I wouldn't contact you even if I was lonely." She chuckled, finished her last drink, and collapsed onto the bed fully clothed.

The train attendant never appeared again after exchanging the tickets. Perhaps it was because of the cold weather. Everyone was too lazy to move. However, the train had heating, and after a while, it started to feel hot. Lan slept in her berth, and I sat there chatting with her. She said she felt hot, so she took off her coat, then her red sweater; her full breasts bounced briefly before settling back down. She then took off her pants. "I can't sleep without taking off my clothes," she said, burrowing under the covers. Even through the blankets, I knew she was only wearing a thin set of underwear.

I was already feeling a little aroused on this train. I tentatively reached for her hand. She didn't resist. She lay on the pillow, her hair a little messy. I smoothed it with my hand, then stroked her face, her ears, her eyes, her nose. She lay quietly, not moving. I leaned down and kissed her. She kissed me back, then said, "Be careful, someone might see." I said, "They might think we're a couple." She laughed, boldly tilting her head back to kiss me. Each kiss was like a chicken pecking at grains of rice. My emotions surged. I kissed her fiercely. My tongue slipped into her mouth, entwining and sucking.

My hand slipped under the covers, finding her breasts precisely. I only lightly brushed them before lifting her underwear, pushing aside her bra, revealing her full breasts, which my large hand covered. She straightened up slightly and reached down to unhook her bra. My right hand, relaxed and unrestrained, began to caress her breasts. First, I squeezed them firmly, then gently rubbed her nipples with my palm, followed by lightly flicking them with my fingertips and gently scraping around them with my nails. A moan immediately spread through her. "So good," she said. I

released her breasts, my hand slowly moving down to her thighs, tracing her body through her clothes, pausing briefly in the middle before moving to her other thigh. After a few strokes, taking her by surprise, I slipped my hand under her elastic waistband, lifted her panties, and slid my hand towards her genitals. She seemed to want to stop me, but then suddenly gave up. Above, I kissed her neck and ears, making it hard for her to breathe. "Come sleep in with me," she said, pulling me closer.

The lights were still on. To be honest, I was still a little scared. No one would care if we slept together. But I gave up anyway. I said, "Let's wait until the lights are out." She laughed, "Coward." My hand slipped down between her thighs, touching a raised mound of flesh, a layer of smooth hair, and then reaching her soft spot. I covered it with my palm and slowly caressed it, feeling her lower body arch upwards, as if responding to me. I slowly explored her vulva, pulling it apart slightly, then sliding my fingers lightly until the entire area was wet.

Her lower body heaved even more. Her entire hips were twisting and turning, and she made low, indistinct sounds. I didn't know what to do. To be honest, I had never used my hand on a woman before. And I didn't know if it was the same as sex.

Suddenly, I heard her say, "I want it." My blood rushed to my head, and without thinking, I threw back the covers, lifted her bra, and took her breast into my mouth. She let out a loud "Ah!" which startled me. I stopped what I was doing, quickly covered her with the blanket, and listened to the sounds in the carriage.

A few people were chatting in their dialect, someone was putting a child to sleep, everything was so peaceful. We smiled at each other. I whispered, "Don't be so loud." She said, "I didn't mean to." I said, "Do you usually moan in bed?" She punched me lightly. I grabbed her hand and guided it slowly down, and she understood, heading straight for me. She stroked me through my clothes. "It's so big," she said. "Do you like it?" "Yes, I want it now." Her hand reached for my belt, but I stopped her, "No, let's wait until the lights are out."

She unzipped my pants and reached inside. I had been hard for a while. She grabbed it first, squeezing it tightly. Then she stroked it up and down, as if to gauge the size. Then she made a fist and awkwardly began to stroke it.

I hadn't done this in a long time, and I was very sensitive. Knowing that this would soon be over, I tried to stop her. She said, "Do you really want to cum?" I said, "Yeah. It's been so long." She said, "Then let me help you get it done." I looked at her suspiciously, taking in our surroundings. It seemed impossible. She said, "Sit up a bit."

I had no choice but to take my hands out from under the covers and sit up a little. She said, "Sit here." She patted the pillow. I understood. I took off my shoes, turned sideways, and sat against her head. I was wearing her coat that she had taken off. If anyone saw, as long as I didn't do anything, no one would know what was going on. Her head was mostly buried under the covers, and under the cover of the coat, she took out my penis. She fiddled with it for a bit, then put it to her nose and sniffed it. I was secretly glad that I had showered an hour before leaving the training class.

There was definitely no odor. She raised her head, brought her small mouth to kiss me, and then stuck out her tongue to lick, drawing circles around the glans. There was also the ligature, and the mouth at the top, all licked with the tongue. I thought I'd met an expert, but when she swallowed the whole thing, I still felt she wasn't very skilled; her teeth kept scraping against me. I whispered, "Don't use your teeth." She looked up and said, "No. I'm covering my teeth with my lips."

I understood, but I couldn't explain it clearly to her right away. To avoid scraping her teeth, a woman covers hers with her lips, but she's only touching the man with the outer side of her lips, which still makes the man feel the hardness and pain of her teeth. Actually, she should raise her lips and use the moist, soft inner side of her lips to hold the man, sliding gently and naturally; that's much more comfortable. After a while, I still couldn't stand it and said, "Forget it, it's hard to achieve that." She was tired too and gave up.

I slid down and lay next to her. She pulled up the blanket and draped part of it over me. We chatted. She said, "I'm not very good at this yet, I rarely do it." I said, "It's okay. I'm already very comfortable." Her hand slipped inside my clothes, pulling open my tight bra layer by layer, touching my body. Her small hand caressed my entire body, my waist, my abdomen, my chest, and then stroked my nipples incessantly. I kissed her eyes, her nose, her lips. This feeling was much more comfortable.

My right hand unconsciously went down again. It caressed her entire body, and then went to her secret garden, where it was already overflowing with desire. I kissed her ear and told her, "So wet." Then my tongue slipped into her ear, gently licking it. Her body reacted even more intensely. Like a fish in deep water, swimming around.

My left hand was used to stabilize my body, preventing myself from falling off the narrow bed, so I felt I couldn't use it fully. I let her lie on the other side. She turned to her side, making more room for me. I supported myself with my left elbow, and my left hand began to wander over her chest. My lips licked her ear and neck, my left hand touched her nipple, and my right hand gently stroked her genitals, finally settling on them and slowly kneading. Soon, she bit her lip, her face contorted in pain, and after a moment, her body trembled with tension. I knew she had reached orgasm. Once she

climaxed, I couldn't continue stimulating her, or she would feel uncomfortable. Her genitals were completely wet, lubricated like oil. It was easy for my fingers to enter; this was the first time I had ever used my hand to enter a woman's body. While exploring, I thought of exploring the G-spot, which I had never understood before.

The inner walls were smooth and swollen, very elastic. My fingers rotated and explored inside. With a little pressure, I reached the bottom. I felt a knot at the bottom, pressed it, and she said that was probably the cervix. It probably wouldn't be comfortable. After several rotations searching, I finally found a spot rougher than the inner wall. It wasn't big, about the size of a fingertip, and had a textured feel; this must be the G-spot. I pressed it hard, rotating and rubbing my fingers around it. Suddenly, she looked up and sucked hard on my mouth. I continued pressing, and she thrust her tongue into my mouth, swirling it violently. Suddenly, she let out a cry and her whole body went limp.

I was also a little tired, so I turned and lay on top of her, watching her slowly recover from the afterglow. This was the first time I'd lay on top of her, so soft and yielding, my genitals pressed against her through her clothes. Knowing full well, I asked, "Did you orgasm?" "Yes, three times," she said. I was surprised; I thought it was two times. I said, "Want more?" She said, "I'm afraid you'll get too tired." I said, "I'm not tired." I lowered my head to kiss her nipples, gently sucking them. My genitals pressed against hers, rubbing against her continuously. She said, "Do you want to ejaculate?" I said, "No, it's just to make you feel good." I didn't want to ejaculate like that. After some rubbing, she came again. We were both drenched in sweat on the winter train.

I got up and went to the restroom at the front of the train to wash up and wipe my sweat. I noticed in the mirror that although I hadn't reached orgasm, my skin was flushed. But, did I really want to have that final, complete encounter with her?

I went back to the carriage, and she got up too, fumbling for her shoes, and then went to the restroom as well. The other passengers in the carriage had quieted down; some were already snoring. The conductor's small cabin was empty; they must have gone to rest in the staff compartment. Outside the window was endless darkness. We sat on the lower berths, embracing each other, our faces close together, like two lovers deeply in love.

She said, "Are you hungry?" I realized then that after all that, I was indeed a little hungry. I nodded. But there was probably nothing to buy on the train right now. She took her travel bag from the luggage rack and found some biscuits, braised eggs, sausages, and peanuts.

Even more interestingly, she also had several small bottles of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) in her bag. I was astonished; it was for her father. I shamelessly asked for a bottle to drink. She occasionally took a sip, but couldn't handle the spiciness, constantly exhaling and sucking her tongue. There was only one sausage left, which I gave to her. She peeled it, took a bite, and then brought her mouth to mine. I understood, so I leaned in, and the sausage passed from her mouth to mine. I kissed her passionately.

I found that we had become incredibly intimate and affectionate, the kind of intimacy only true lovers experience. We sat side by side, covered with blankets and coats. We shared food and drinks. Perhaps this was what sweetness felt like. Beauty, fine wine, a wonderful night.

The train rumbled forward. If this night would never dawn, if this train would never stop, if this road had no end. How wonderful.

After finishing our drinks, we went to wash up. In the meantime, the train lights went out; it was time to sleep. As we passed other people's beds, I made a point of looking around and found it was too dark to see anything.

Lan took off her clothes in the darkness and crawled into bed. I took mine off too and snuggled up to her. I said to her, "Let's sleep together." She moved over a bit, and I crawled in as well. She turned to her side, and I naturally wrapped my arms around her, my hands moving up and down.

Finally, I slowly pulled down her pants. Before I even got them down to her knees, she pulled them tight to stop me from continuing. That was fine too. I pulled down my own pants, took them out, and groped my way in the dark. Her legs couldn't open, so I couldn't find a place. I said to her, "Help me."

She reached out and pulled me in, and finally we were in place. But I couldn't get in at all, and they kept falling out. I had no choice but to take off her pants. I took off her underwear and bra together, removing one leg. That made things much easier. I was about to thrust in. She turned to the side and said, "Aren't you afraid I'll get pregnant?" Yes, I immediately deflated. She'd never had a child. If she got pregnant, it would be a real problem. I said, "I won't ejaculate inside." She said, "You could still get pregnant." What to do then? I was getting a little frustrated. She laughed and said, "Useless guy. You don't know anything. Take emergency contraception tomorrow." I chuckled awkwardly and started working hard.

Entering from behind, it felt tight, and the penetration wasn't deep. I kept thrusting, and she cooperated fully, sometimes pushing against me with great force. She kept telling me not to stop. "So good, so good," she kept moaning. It was indeed very comfortable, but obviously, it seemed impossible for me to orgasm. I pulled her over and rolled onto her. This entry made us both let out a long "ah." This missionary position, so old-fashioned, yet so practical.

It penetrated deeply, her moist vulva enveloping me; each thrust felt like sliding through a long, stimulating tunnel, sending waves of pleasure through my lower body. She thrust upwards with each stroke, responding to me. My hand caressed her breasts, her mouth; she kissed my hand, finally gently swallowing one of my fingers, moistened by saliva, then slowly sucking it from top to bottom. Oh. Such a warm feeling.

That night. On the train. We made love for a while, then, afraid of being discovered, we separated into different bunks to sleep. After a while, we clung to each other again. We didn't rest until dawn, exhausted. Afraid of oversleeping, I let her sleep; by the time she woke up, we were almost at the provincial capital.

Outside the train station, we found a pharmacy, bought emergency contraception, and drank it with the mineral water we had with us. Only then did my heart, which had been constantly in suspense, finally settle down. We were about to part ways temporarily. I asked her, "How many orgasms have you had in total?" She said, "13." She added, "Maybe it's because I haven't done it in a while, it was easy to reach orgasm." I never believed someone could have so many orgasms, and I didn't believe they could remember them all. But it was all true. Women are capable of anything.

It was time to go home. We agreed on a time to return to the training center together, and then said our reluctant goodbyes. Back at the training center, everyone was like long-lost friends, incredibly enthusiastic. Perhaps sensing the difficulty of parting after meeting, we joked around without any restraint. I hugged almost all the female classmates I met on the first day. They almost all asked if Lan had arrived. I only answered, "I don't know." I hadn't contacted her.

When it was almost time to return to school, I called Lan, but no one answered. Later, she texted back, saying she wasn't going the same way as me. I didn't know why, and it wasn't convenient to ask. Dejected, I returned to school alone. She didn't return until two days after the start of the semester. During class, I wrote her a note asking what was wrong. She replied, "I'm pregnant." I was momentarily stunned. Her expression was so serious; it didn't seem like she was joking.

That evening, I called her and we walked together on the cold streets. I asked, "Are you really pregnant?" She countered, "If you really are pregnant, what do you think we should do?"

I was speechless. This was a difficult question to answer. Of course, the answer was an abortion, but those words were colder than the winter night.

"I knew you were a cowardly man, afraid of taking responsibility," she said, feigning anger.

"If you're pregnant, then marry me," I said, also pretending to be a man.

"Come on, how will we face anyone after that?" she said.

Yes. Our two families, broken up and then brought together again, what will people say? There's joy, but there are always these annoying things waiting to be dealt with.

Walking in the deserted wind, I took her hand, she shook it off, I took it again, she shook it off again. I wrapped my arms around her, watching her struggle in my embrace, I kissed her, her head kept shaking, but finally I kissed her. She suddenly went crazy, kissing me back, holding me tightly. Forcefully, deeply, she kissed my lips, my eyes, my neck. Then she buried her face in my chest, sobbing softly.

I could only pat her back gently, quietly asking her what was wrong. I comforted her, saying it was okay, everything could be resolved. Finally, she said, "I just suspect I'm pregnant. I don't know yet. I have to wait another week to find out." I held her tightly; it was

my carelessness that made her so worried. "If you really are pregnant, will you come with me to get an abortion?" she asked, looking up at me.

I nodded firmly. Lan asked, "Have you ever thought about me?" I said yes, almost every day. She smiled and said, "Me too. I think of you when I'm making love with my husband." After a while, she asked, "I don't know if I've fallen for you." I was a little flustered. Was it too heavy to talk about this when we weren't making love? We both just wanted to find some pleasure in this mundane world, but our hearts had to endure torment.

"You just want to make love with me, right?" Lan asked. "No, I like you too." I stammered. "Silly, don't be afraid." She laughed, "I was just afraid of falling in love with you, so I didn't walk back with you. I also couldn't bear to leave my husband; I love him very much." When

we got to the dormitory, we parted ways so that others wouldn't see us, intending to go in one after the other. She said to me, "Can one person love two people at the same time?" I was silent. She added, "But I know I shouldn't have fallen in love with you." Then she turned and left.

After a week of anxious waiting, on a weekend morning, while I was still sleeping in, Lan called, her voice urgent and low, "It's really happening." I jumped out of bed. My roommate was still snoring. I quickly washed up and went to find her. She had just left the house too. Luckily, everyone was asleep, so we didn't run into anyone. We rushed to the hospital on that cold winter morning.

Northern winters are cold, and the obstetrics and gynecology department didn't open until after 9 a.m. We bought two jianbing (Chinese crepes) from a street vendor and ate them while anxiously waiting. Looking at our long, cold breaths, we felt like a couple who had weathered hardship together. The hospital

wasn't crowded. She was a little scared. When the nurse let her in, I kissed her; I could feel her body trembling slightly. Waiting outside, my feelings were complicated. After a long while, I saw her emerge, her steps unsteady. I helped her up and asked, "Does it hurt?" She said, "I had anesthesia, so it might hurt a little longer." She

couldn't go back to her dorm. Having an abortion is like postpartum confinement; you can't do strenuous exercise or touch cold water. But how were we going to get through these two days? We sat on a bench in the hospital, discussing it quietly. It was the weekend, and we finally decided that she should ask Lao Chen for leave, saying that some relatives were visiting Tianjin and she needed to accompany them for two days, and she wouldn't be going back to stay the night. (We need to ask for leave if we're not going back to stay the night, especially the girls.) Hearing Lao Chen agree on the phone, we both smiled at each other. But my heart clenched again; I felt a pang of sadness.

We booked a room at a hotel near the hospital, helped her inside, and laid her on the bed. By then, the anesthesia had worn off, and she was sweating profusely from the pain. I held her hand and gently stroked it.

According to the customs of my hometown, postpartum women eat chicken. I went to the hotel's catering department and asked to order a portion of chicken for postpartum confinement. I happened to run into a woman who said, "Go buy the ingredients, we'll process them for you, just for a processing fee." I happily ran back to tell Lan, adding that I was going to the market to buy chicken, ginger, and rice wine—things I'd bought for my wife when she gave birth. Lan said, "Luckily you know more; I don't know anything." I told her to get some sleep and not to wake up. Then I went out.

On my way back, I bought a bowl of pork liver noodle soup and a rice cooker. I opened the door to the room; Lan was still asleep. I sat beside her, looking at her pale face, and felt truly regretful and guilty. I had hurt her; she was a woman who had never given birth. I leaned down to kiss her cheek, and suddenly she hugged me tightly. Looking at her again, her eyes were open, filled with tears.

"xxx, I love you," she said. We hugged each other tightly.

Honestly, I didn't know where I had gone wrong. For a fleeting moment, as I held Lan tightly in my arms, I felt a surge of pride and a sense of responsibility, but quickly a sense of bewilderment washed

over me. What if the woman in my arms, someone else's, had truly fallen in love with me? I helped her sit up, reheated the noodles in the rice cooker, and gave them to her. The chicken soup wasn't brought over immediately; after she finished eating, I let her go back to sleep. She said, "I can't sleep. Talk to me." I said okay, and got into bed, lying beside her.

She reached out and stroked my face. "A man like you can make women lose their way," she said. I said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have tried to seduce you." She laughed, "It was just me wanting to indulge myself this once." We didn't talk about our families, nor did we want to talk about the future. In the warm indoors during the day, so close together,

we couldn't control ourselves. I kissed her, and she kissed me back. I slipped my hand under the covers, inside her bra, and stroked her breasts. She said, "This feels so good. It doesn't hurt as much anymore." I said, "Let me suckle her." She said, "No, it'll only arouse my desire, and that would be troublesome." She added, "The doctor said we can't have sex for 15 days." I chuckled foolishly.

We drifted off to sleep like that, only to be woken by a knock on the door. I opened it, and chicken soup had been brought in. I quickly told Lan to get up and drink it. I tore off a chicken leg for her to eat. At first, she ate it with relish, but soon she got tired of it. She told me to eat it, but I said, "This chicken soup and chicken are all for you, I won't eat any. Eat this over the next two days to replenish your strength." That

night I went back to my dorm, and came over again the next day. She still wasn't feeling well. I said, "Why don't you ask Lao Chen for another day off, and say you'll go back Monday night?" She thought about it and did as I said.

Monday was a snowy day. I came over at noon and saw that she had already gotten up and was still washing up in the bathroom. I said, "You can't touch cold water." She said, "I've been lying in bed for three days and I'm practically moldy. I just took a hot shower. It's okay. I didn't touch cold water." Perhaps because of the hot water, her face had a rosy glow, and her complexion looked much better. "It's okay, I can go back now," she said, "Maybe the chicken soup really is good for my body." I told her, "You should wait until tonight to go back. It's snowing heavily outside now."

Because her health had improved, her mood had also improved a lot. We lay side by side on the bed and became a little unrestrained. After a passionate kiss, I lifted her bra and started sucking on her breasts. Her hands kept rubbing my hair, and her body kept twisting. She made short "ah ah" sounds. I slowly moved down, kissing her lower abdomen and navel, while pulling off her pants and bra. She reached out to stop me, but I had already gone down to her, her fair and smooth thighs and her shiny black hair were very attractive. My lips slowly moved down her thighs, to her calves, to her toes, and back to her groin. My lips gently brushed across her midsection before moving to her other leg. She was already somewhat out of control, her eyes closed, her body trembling occasionally.

I lifted her buttocks with both hands. First, I gently bit her buttocks, then lightly licked her perineum with the tip of my tongue. Her lower body writhed even more violently. Her secret place slowly opened, her clitoris moist and glistening, and my mouth covered it. In her near-dizziness, she cried out softly, "No, it's dirty." But her body didn't reject me; instead, her legs clamped tightly around me.

My mouth enveloped her lips, my tongue gently probing inside. Her hips lifted, thrusting upwards repeatedly. My tongue sometimes went in, sometimes swept across her outside. Just as she was about to climax, I took her entire body into my mouth, my upper lip pressed against her vulva, my tongue teasing inside. She cried out, her body arching, feeling her private parts convulsing. After a while, she calmed down.

I was tired too, and lay down beside her. She smiled at me. I asked, "Do you hate me?" She said, "No, thank you." I laughed, "Thank me for what?" She said, "For letting me taste the pleasure of adultery."

Her hand slipped inside my clothes, caressing my chest, then unzipped my pants and began to stroke me with her hand. "Do you want me to help you?" she said. "No, you can't get too tired," I said. "You come on top, you idiot," she said.

I had been erect for quite some time. I took off my pants, straddled her breasts, not daring to press down on her, my hands supporting me on the bed. She took me in her mouth, squeezing me up and down with both hands. It was so exciting, I quickly ejaculated into her mouth. Even after I finished, she kept it in her mouth for a long time before letting me out.

We cleaned up, and I teased her, "Your technique has improved! Did your husband teach you?" She said, "I'm self-taught." "You're so smart." "Of course." We teased each other again, cuddling.

"How did you get pregnant? Didn't you take the pill?" I asked. She didn't answer for a long time. "Did your husband get you pregnant?" "Let's not talk about that, okay?" she stammered. I said, "I feel so guilty." After a long while, she finally sighed softly. "I'm a bad woman. I'm afraid you'll despise me if I tell you," I said. "Go ahead and tell me. I love you no matter what."

Lan said, "We've been married for several years and I haven't gotten pregnant. I've had all the tests done, and there's nothing wrong. The doctor said I need to be patient and cooperate. But I've always doubted my fertility. So, that day, I didn't take that pill." I wasn't too surprised and asked her, "You wanted to see if you could get pregnant?" She said, "Yes." "When I found out I was pregnant, I was a little worried, but mostly happy. I knew I was fine," she said.

I said, "But this is too risky for you. Abortion is very harmful to your body." She said, "It's worth it. And," she paused. I said, "And what?" She said, "I heard that after getting pregnant once, it's easier to get pregnant again." She smiled shyly after saying that. "Oh, you want to use me to have a child?" I pretended to be angry. She said, "No, no, I really like you. I've fallen in love with you now."

I hugged her and said, "Let's not fall in love, let's just be happy together. After all, we both have families. Okay?" She saw how serious I was, smiled, and said, "Let's just be husband and wife for this one winter. This winter, I love you."

After that, our relationship seemed to advance by leaps and bounds. She was incredibly gentle with me, of course, when we were alone. We also went out at night, but we walked and talked like a couple. Sometimes we would kiss passionately in the dark. We weren't so shy anymore; touching sensitive spots was the most direct way for us to make each other happy. But we still didn't have sex because we were afraid it would be harmful to her health, since she hadn't had children yet. Who wouldn't worry?

The training course was almost over. After everyone's efforts to persuade him, Lao Chen finally agreed to take the exam, which relieved everyone. With the little time left, everyone made the most of their trip to explore different corners of Tianjin.

One day, Lao Chen organized a trip to the water park. He said it was a day for observation and learning. We all laughed at him, saying that people go abroad or to the border for observation, what's the point of us coming to a park? Lao Chen said, "Be content, that's all the money we have." Everyone burst into laughter, but despite saying that, they were all happy.

The weather was sunny that day, but windy and still cold. When we arrived at the water park, we took some photos together and then had free time. Lao Chen said, "Meet at the entrance at 6 pm to go back for dinner. Take care of yourselves at noon." Everyone laughed at Lao Chen for being stingy and went to find groups of friends to go with.

Although it was cold, there were quite a few people boating. Lan said she had never rowed before. I said, "Let's row together." So we rented a boat. I wasn't very good at it either. When we first got on the boat, we were clumsy and the boat spun around for a long time, and the other students laughed at us. But soon their boats were all far away. We got the hang of it and were able to steer the boat.

The water park has a large water area. The boat was intricate and complex, with numerous islands, bridges, and pavilions, requiring frequent navigation. By noon, we reached a shore, exhausted. We left the boat on the water, took out the bread and water we had brought, and ate.

The boat we rented was semi-enclosed, allowing us to see out to the sides and front. It was covered, and the back was also enclosed. With the bow of the boat close to the shore, no one could see inside. Everyone was resting at this time, so there weren't many people around. After we finished eating, we felt much warmer. We were originally sitting opposite each other, with Lan at the bow. I asked her to come over, and she obediently did.

We started kissing, touching each other through our clothes. But we were wearing thick clothes, and it wasn't convenient on the boat. Any large movements caused the boat to rock violently. I said, "I want to eat you." Lan understood what I meant, unbuttoned her coat, pulled up her inner clothes, and I leaned in, kissing and sucking her breasts, gently biting them. My hand also slipped inside her pants, touching her genitals. She hissed and gasped for breath.

"I can't take it. What should I do?" she said. What could I do? Nothing. I said, "Then I won't tease you anymore." She said, "No, I'm not feeling well. My stomach hurts." I said, "Then let's go back." We quickly rowed, the cold wind blowing across the water, the little boat bobbing and bobbing...

When we reached the shore, Lao Chen was waiting for us. Lan said she wasn't feeling well and asked Lao Chen for leave. Lao Chen was a little suspicious but didn't dare to ask too much, after all, it was a woman's matter, so he just said, "Go back first." I became her protector, escorting her to the bus back to her place.

Once in the room, I had her lie on the bed and went to get her some water. I touched her forehead; it wasn't hot. She pulled me close and said, "Silly." I understood, and we became intimate again. We

quickly took off our clothes and hugged each other naked. In the girls' dormitory, the excitement and tension were intense. We had been waiting impatiently for a long time, and without much foreplay, it was about to begin. I was worried, so I asked her if it was okay. She said, "It's fine, it's been more than two weeks." I said, "I mean, aren't you afraid of getting pregnant?" She said, "It's your safe period, you've already had your period." I was still a little apprehensive, afraid that something unexpected might happen. She laughed and said, "I won't lie to you this time. I wouldn't dare to have an abortion again." "What if?" I said.

She hugged my buttocks tightly, guiding me in with her hands. It wasn't wet, but it wasn't very dry either. It was tight, but not sticky. This feeling was the most comfortable. I asked her, "Does it hurt?" She shook her head without answering. Gradually, it became slippery, and it didn't feel so tight anymore. I straightened up, supporting my body with my hands, and thrust back and forth for a while. Feeling like I couldn't hold back any longer, I lay on top of her, rubbing against her tightly. This way, it wasn't as stimulating, and I didn't feel like I was going to ejaculate. I held her, pressed against her, thrusting left and right, rotating and rubbing back and forth. Soon she bit her lip and let out a long breath with extreme tension.

I rolled over and lay beneath her. I lifted my head and kissed her breasts. I lifted her buttocks, making her move rhythmically. My hands gently caressed her bare back, sometimes touching her buttocks, arms, and armpits, making her shiver with pleasure. Sometimes I grabbed her buttocks and pushed her back and forth. Our pubic bones clenched tightly, the pubic hair rubbing together. Before long, she experienced another moment of pleasure, from tension to relaxation.

In the afternoon, the hot, stimulating room seemed to amplify my energy. I stood up and pulled her legs to the edge of the bed. I entered her standing up. I released her hands, put my hands on my hips, and continued to thrust in. I watched her snow-white skin, her full body swaying on the bed. The bed was low, and I always felt like I couldn't get enough leverage. So I lifted her up. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms around my neck, her chest pressed tightly against me.

I tossed her up and down, rubbing her hard and penetrating her deeply. Sometimes I'd veer slightly off course, hitting the surrounding area, pausing, and then going in again. It was like a small boat in a rapid current, bumping into weeds and rocks, pausing, spinning, and then moving forward again. In the swift current, I'd go fast; in the open, slow; in the steep, swift drops and then tosses, then back up again.

Each time I tossed her up, I sucked on her nipples. My fingers pressed against her vulva, rubbing incessantly. At first, her breathing was heavy, but later all I could hear was her constant moans and groans. With each thrust, I'd ask her, "Does it feel good?" She'd quickly reply, still panting, "Yes." As the movements quickened, my words became rougher, even vulgar, each thrust a vicious curse. Finally, I relaxed, and we both collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily.

I didn't ejaculate inside her. She seemed a little sorry for me. She said, "This will hurt your body." I said, "Once or twice is fine." But she still went to the bathroom to wash up. I also used her towel to dry myself. When we came back, we were both exhausted and lay on the bed.

Her head rested on my chest, her lips licking my nipples, her hands stroking my limp genitals. I said, "Want more?" She said, "That's enough. I came so many times while I was standing." I said, "Was that stimulating?" She said, "Yes. I really can't take it anymore. I've never done this before."

"I'll reward you." She smiled mischievously and went to my genitals. She guided me into her warm mouth. I felt a little sensitive, so I asked her to be gentle. She let go, pulled my penis up with her hand, and kissed it. First, she kissed it, then gently sucked on each part. Her tongue swept around. My legs supported my body, and I tried to lift myself up, but her tongue went lower and lower.

Through the half-open window, I could hear the sound of pigeons flapping their wings outside. Wave after wave, sharp and exciting.

That afternoon, we slept naked, embracing each other. When we got tired, we caressed and kissed. Time passed quickly, it got dark, and our classmates would be back soon. I kept urging her to get up, but she remained clinging to me, unwilling to let go.

Finally, I pushed her away, and she stared straight at me, her eyes unblinking. I said, "What's wrong?"

She pounced on me, kissing me fiercely, biting my lips with her teeth. I said, "It hurts." She eagerly moved down, biting all over my chest. "Don't do this," I said. She didn't listen, nor did she stop. I got a little angry, picked her up, threw her on the bed, and pinned her down from behind. Her head turned back, still searching for my body to bite. My hands controlled her hands, and I put my tongue into her mouth, swirling it around. I kept saying, "Baby. Baby," and began to bite and kiss her fair back. She gradually calmed down. I reached my hands from behind to her chest, caressing her breasts and gently stroking her nipples. She arched her back, her breasts dangling in the air, swaying with every touch.

I held her lower abdomen and pulled her back, causing her body to arch, her buttocks slamming high. I knelt on the bed, gently biting her buttocks. My hand touched her genitals; they were slightly wet. I tried to enter. Because the height wasn't quite right, we adjusted several times before finally penetrating.

Supporting her buttocks with my hands, watching the in-and-out motion, the sensation was incredibly sensitive and stimulating. Sometimes I pulled out completely, watching her slightly open vulva slowly close. The pink flesh inside gradually disappeared. I could also control her buttocks with my hands, making her clench tighter or looser. Or tightening just before climax, or tightening at the deepest point of penetration. She cried out in a suppressed voice, "Don't stop, don't stop." Emptiness, filling. Fullness, wetness. Hardness, softness. Flesh and flesh. So distinct, so real.

Finally, I thrust in and out a few times forcefully, then quickly pulled out. She quickly turned and took me into her mouth. Deeply, I pressed against her throat, holding her head, and released with pleasure. I didn't want to pull out, and she kept it in her mouth, her tongue licking back and forth. Looking at her full, white, naked body, with me in her mouth, her disheveled hair, and her wanton expression, I was truly unable to resist.

Suddenly, she gagged, quickly released me, and ran into the bathroom, not coming out for a long time. I was already getting dressed and gave her her clothes. While she was getting dressed, I hugged her and said, "Feeling unwell, baby?" She said, "It's nothing, just a little nauseous, but I'm fine now."

At dinner, Lao Chen came over with concern to ask Lan how she was. She said I went to buy some medicine; her stomach was upset. She felt much better after taking the medicine. The classmates all joked that I was a protector of flowers. I looked at Lan, and Lan looked at me too, smiling shyly. Graduation is approaching.

The Haihe River is frozen over. People are tentatively walking on the ice. Looking at the city, it seems desolate in winter. But as we prepare to part, a sense of reluctance arises. Perhaps I'll never come back here again in this lifetime.

And these classmates from all over the country. Everyone was a little drunk at our last meal. We loudly invited each other to visit each other's places, the men showing affection with their arms around each other's shoulders. Some of the women were already moved, their eyes a little wet. This farewell, this lifetime, perhaps we'll never see each other again.

When taking the graduation photo, the girls stood in the front row, the boys in the back rows, and I deliberately stood behind Lan. This winter, perhaps in the future, will only leave behind this photo as a memory. If one day she finds this photo, she will surely see me standing behind her. I wonder if she will still remember me, this man.

I'm leaving the next day. I took a walk with her that evening and asked, "Can I call you sometime?" She said, "Maybe not. If I miss you, I'll call you." I thought for a moment and asked, "Will you miss me?" She said, "I think so."

I said, "If I see you again, can we still make love?" She said, "Maybe you won't like me anymore." I said, "Do you know what I hope for most? What I hope for most is that one day, when we're both old, I'll meet you again and we'll have sex." She laughed and said, "I don't want that. I just want you to remember me now. When I'm old, my skin is wrinkled, and I'm ugly. My breasts sag like pockets. I won't have sex with you then."

I hugged her tightly. We remained silent. I know I like her young body, so I like her. But when we're really old, will I still like her?

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