My beautiful girlfriend

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If you've seen "My Sassy Girl," you might think, "My sassy girlfriend is so beautiful, it's no big deal to be bullied by her." If I had such a beautiful girlfriend, I'd let her hit me if she wanted!

Before, when I walked down the street and occasionally saw other people's girlfriends, so beautiful, wow~~ I was always envious, practically drooling. I thought, "Why are some people so lucky? To be able to meet such a beautiful girlfriend! "

After meeting "My Beautiful Girlfriend," I no longer envy beautiful women's boyfriends; instead, I feel sorry for them. It's a long story. My writing is terrible, so please bear with me. ********** ... She's 171cm tall, with fair skin, huge eyes, an oval face, and long hair. Xiaoru once posed for the cover of a well-known cosmetics magazine, and she's also an excellent student, getting into her first-choice university. I won't say which university. My name is Xiaodong, and I was incredibly ordinary at school, with terrible grades, almost always near the bottom. My looks were slightly better than my grades, ranking in the middle. When I first met her at the beginning of the semester, I had this feeling. It was like being strolling down the street, drinking bubble tea, and suddenly seeing the beautiful Xiao Qiang walk by—that feeling. She was very pretty, but that's enough. I should just enjoy my bubble tea and not think too much. Because "thinking too much is bad for your mental and physical health," and because "a beauty like that will never cross my mind!" Maybe my thinking is a bit strange; most guys would love to be around beautiful women, but my thinking was exactly the opposite. Girls like her, who are considered celebrities, are usually someone I keep my distance from. I think, "They're unlikely to be interested in me anyway, and if we're just friends, I'll overthink things, and it'll only hurt more!" So, for the sake of my mental and physical health, I decided: "Stay away from her!" This world is unfair. If she's a beautiful woman, and she says "Thank you!" or "Please!" most guys will agree and even feel happy. They think, "Not only is she pretty, but she's also kind-hearted!" If she's not so good-looking, then forget it. She's usually surrounded by female friends and doesn't have many male friends. Coincidentally, for the past three years, I've always been seated next to her. But what's even stranger is that we've barely spoken a few words. It's strange, really. I talk a lot with my neighbors from the previous neighborhood, but I've never spoken to her. We were even in the same tutoring class, so we saw each other quite often. But we just never crossed paths. During lunch break at school, my head was always facing the opposite direction from hers. Because beautiful women are so beautiful when they sleep. I was afraid my hands would get out of control and I'd do something wrong. If you can see her but can't have her, it's better not to look! I wonder if any netizens have had the same experience as me, sitting next to a beautiful girl? She rarely smiles and is always cold. I wonder if it's because I'm not familiar with her? During breaks, boys from other classes often come to peek at her. Actually, it's not really peeking, they just stand there and watch. I think to myself, I'm so lucky, I can see her whenever I want. I can even see her adjusting her bra and taking out sanitary napkins. Hehe… At first, having a beautiful girl sitting next to me always made me excited. It would be a lie to say I wouldn't have any impure thoughts. I might have those thoughts, but I didn't dare to do anything because she was really terrifyingly cold. I enjoyed it for a while. Then I became numb to it. But there are quite a few boys surrounding her, some are my own classmates, some are classmates from other classes, and most are from outside the school. It's fierce competition, and sometimes some people even wait for her at the school gate with flowers after school. There are so many rumors about Xiaoru! Some say she has a boyfriend in his thirties, some say they've seen her working at a hotel, and the rumors haven't stopped for three years. That summer after the college entrance exams, everyone went their separate ways. Some retook the exams, some went to study in the north, some stayed in the south, and some looked for jobs. After graduation, I thought I'd never see her again, but by chance, I saw her at a class reunion at a karaoke bar. I don't usually hang out with that group, and I've forgotten why I went that day. In the karaoke room, those girls were having a blast, drinking and singing. There were two guys and six girls, probably because the exams were over, so everyone was especially excited. Also, we usually wear uniforms at school, so we can't dress up much. But after changing into casual clothes, it's a different story. The girls' fashion sense really shines. Xiaoru, as expected of a model, wore just a black dress. With makeup, she looked stunning. I can't really describe how beautiful she was, because my writing skills aren't great. Over those three years, although we rarely spoke, we felt quite close, a feeling I don't know how to describe. Someone sits next to you for eight hours a day, for three years. You'd naturally develop some feelings for them. Because I felt I wasn't a very good singer, I kept going out drinking with girls. Later, I got a little drunk and just sprawled on the sofa listening to them sing. I don't know who ordered it, but Zhou Hui's "The Promise" really moved me. Whenever I'm drunk and hear a sad song, I get very sentimental, though I don't know why. So I grabbed a beer and went outside to drink on a motorcycle outside the karaoke bar, thinking I was being cool. A few minutes later, she came out to make a phone call, even though she hadn't drunk anything all night. When someone inside offered her a drink, she said she wasn't feeling well and couldn't drink. She asked me with a concerned tone, "Why are you hiding here drinking all by yourself?" I half-jokingly said, "You're not drinking, which is making me feel bad." Actually, we weren't that close that we could joke like that. Maybe I was a little drunk that day, so I dared to say anything. Xiaoru smiled and said, "You're drunk." She walked over to the motorcycle next to me and sat down. I chuckled, "Yeah, it's all your fault. I had to drink your share, that's why I got drunk." Xiaoru asked, "So, it's my fault?" I replied, "Yes, it's all for you." After saying that, I knew I'd gone too far, and I felt a little embarrassed. Xiaoru asked, "Do you want me to make it up to you?" I said, "Of course!" Xiaoru exclaimed, "Wow! Do you still have any left? How are you going to make it up to me?" I said, "Let's go on a date!" Xiaoru asked, "A date?? A date with me? Where are we going?" I said, "Of course, we'll go to the beach, hold hands, and walk together while watching the sea!" I realized that when I was drunk, I spoke with unusual bravado. Xiaoru said, "That's so romantic! How about another one?" I said, "We've already held hands and taken a walk, so of course... hehehe..." "Of course, we'll go home. Otherwise, what do you want to do to me?" She seemed to want to laugh, but didn't want to actually laugh. I tentatively said, "Let's go." She didn't say anything and actually went with me to get the car. I never imagined this day would come, but we actually went to Qijin. We weren't really that close, close enough to go out together. I don't know why I asked her that question. I don't know why she actually came with me. On the bus, she casually put her arm around my waist, and I kept turning back to talk and laugh with her. We've known each other for three years, and we probably haven't talked as much that day. I was riding pretty fast, the wind was strong, and she was very close to me; I could already smell her scent.

Thank goodness my "little black" motorcycle seat was so small, because I could already feel something on my back. Guys who've ridden motorcycles with girls on the backs of girls know what I'm talking about (insiders know)

. At that moment, I felt incredibly good. The school beauty was actually sitting on my "little black" motorcycle, and most importantly, I could feel it on my back.

When we arrived at Cijin, after getting off, we walked around. I was thinking, "Why didn't she hold my hand? Should I take it? It would be embarrassing to be dumped."

I stole a glance at her expression; she was really focused on looking at the sea. My god! Even her expression while looking at the sea was so beautiful, cool, like she was admiring something.

I pointed to the chair next to me and said, "Let's sit over there,"

and casually took her hand. After taking her hand, I didn't dare look at her; I felt guilty. We walked like that, and after sitting down, I didn't let go of her hand.

At that moment, I thought to myself, "How can such a good thing happen in the world? Does she really work at a hotel, so she doesn't think holding hands is a big deal? Otherwise, why would the school beauty be dating me here? Or is she just promiscuous, which is why there are so many rumors?"

So I casually asked her, "Hey, Xiaoru, do you have a boyfriend?"

She glanced at me and gently shook her head.

"Honestly, it doesn't make sense. You're so pretty, how come you don't have a boyfriend?"

"We broke up, a few months ago."

"Why?" I asked.

"He cheated on me."

I thought to myself, having such a beautiful girlfriend, why would he cheat? Is he out of his mind?

Later, I saw that she was a little tired, so I took her back to my house. I thought, I had just said that I was going home after seeing the beach. I hadn't done anything wrong (it was just going back to my house).

So she didn't protest, I wonder if I was just having fun. But I rode all the way back to my house, and she didn't ask where I was going. I sneaked her into my room, my family was already asleep.

So we lay down and took a nap. My heart was pounding like crazy. The star-like beauty who sat next to me for all three years of high school was now sleeping next to me! What good deeds did I do in my past life? How could something so good happen to me?

I saw her eyes were closed, and I didn't know if she was asleep. I thought I absolutely couldn't miss tonight. She came back with me, so it must mean it's okay, right? Otherwise, why would she come back with me? If I didn't understand this, then all my education was for nothing.

So I mustered up my courage and kissed her cheek.

After a few seconds, without even opening her eyes, she said gently, "Why did you steal a kiss from me?"

I thought, when a girl says that, it probably means "I'm not angry, come on."

So I kissed her a few more times, slowly moving to her lips, my tongue gently slipping inside, making a few soft slurps, and I smelled that same fragrance I'd smelled when I took her for a ride on the motorcycle.

Why is it that not only is she beautiful, but she also smells so good? And even her saliva smells good!

My hand was originally around her waist. I slowly moved it upwards, and her hand offered a token resistance. Finally, my hand touched her breasts. My mind went completely blank.

She was wearing a dress, so I didn't know how to take it off. I thought I'd take off her underwear first. As soon as I started pulling on her underwear, she actually started taking it off herself, which meant she was definitely not a virgin anymore. I watched her take it off, and I followed suit. To be

honest, her figure was incredibly good. That strange feeling came back again—a beautiful woman I hadn't known for three years was actually in my room!

I looked at her, her eyes still closed, and decided to hurry up and put it in. I touched her deeply; she was already incredibly wet. So I climbed on top of her, and she said, "Be gentle."

I said, "Uh..."

It was a little difficult to get in, but after slowly going in, it was super tight. But she wasn't a virgin, which was a bit disappointing. However, her face and figure were almost perfect, so I shouldn't ask for too much.

When I went in, I noticed she seemed to be in pain, and she wasn't moaning. I wondered if a beautiful woman's moans sounded different? So I went at it really hard to see if she would moan. And she did! Her breathing got louder and louder. Because of the passion, I felt I was about to lose control. I pulled her skirt up, intending to ejaculate on her stomach.

But I didn't expect to ejaculate so much. I was shocked myself. And it went quite far, covering her clothes. It was like a puddle of water. That was the most I've ever ejaculated in my life.

After we came out, she said, "How long has it been since you did it? So much!"

Then she took off her dress, and I took off my clothes too. Then, worried she might be cold, I decided to cuddle with Xiaoru and sleep.

The next morning, I thought, maybe she just acted impulsively yesterday? No matter how you look at it, I'm not even a chance with the guys around her. I'm a pretty pessimistic person. I lent her my clothes because she's so tall and has long legs; they fit her perfectly.

Seeing the beautiful girl wearing all my clothes, I couldn't help but feel a secret thrill. Later, after taking her for coffee, I took her home. Once home, I realized I didn't even have her phone number.

But I must have done something really good in my past life! She asked a classmate for my number and actually called me. So we had a wonderful summer vacation; she practically lived at my house. She ate, slept, and did all the housework. My family

was shocked when they saw her. My dad probably never imagined I could have such a beautiful girlfriend! Friends and relatives who visited also had a very good impression of her. She was beautiful, attended a prestigious university, was a model, and had a great personality. At that moment, I started to believe that I must have been a very good person in my past life to receive such good fortune in this one.

After the semester started, I stayed in the south to study, while she went to the north. I will always remember the day I took her to the airport. She hugged me tightly in the airport lobby and cried, kissing and hugging me.

Finally, she whispered in my ear, "Honey, I'll be back as soon as I have time. While I'm gone, you're not allowed to talk to other girls. If I find out you're messing around, I'll cut off your penis when I get back."

"Also, if I don't come this month, go back and tell your aunt that her son is getting married." Xiaoru thought for a moment.

"No way! You have to swear that if you mess around, your penis will rot!"

So, under her tyranny, I had no choice but to agree.

Actually, she was overthinking it. With such a beautiful girlfriend, how could I possibly mess around? Besides, you need the means to mess around. My appearance is nothing like that of a playboy who messes around.

Although reluctant, Xiaoru left, and a very traditional love story unfolded in my life. Xiaoru started to change after she arrived in Taipei.

Gradually, she stopped letting me visit her in the north, saying it would be inconvenient for her to live at school. Also, she worked at a bookstore, so if I went to see her, she wouldn't have time to spend with me. But she promised to come back to see me every month.

For the first six months, she spent almost all her earnings on phone and transportation bills. Later, she returned from being an ordinary girl from the south, decked out in designer brands:

Versace dress – $24,000

, LV handbag – $28,000

, Caterpillar watch – $ 8,000

, Guggi sandals – $12,000,

one-carat diamond ring – $160,000.

The total price was about 300,000. What I found strange was that she still hadn't changed her underwear. Her entire outfit could buy 20 of my "Little Black" phones. Is working at a bookstore in Taipei really that lucrative?

However, I don't know if she actually stayed at the bookstore afterward, since it was all her story.

Later:

1. She called less often.

2. She came back for shorter periods. She always seemed to have an urgent matter to attend to in the north.

3. She received frequent mysterious phone calls.

4. She hadn't had a sexual day off in a month. But she seemed "relaxed" (those in the know understand what I mean).

On her birthday, I decided to go to Taipei to surprise her. As it turned out, I don't know if you've heard A-Du's "He Must Love You Very Much," it's something like that.

I wanted to surprise her, but instead, she surprised me. She was holding hands with a guy as they came out of a restaurant, surrounded by a bunch of people, including one I recognized as her best friend. They got into a car together. But I didn't rush over and yell like a TV detective.

To be sure, I decided to call her, but no one answered. I guessed she had it on silent or vibrate. In the end, I pretended not to see it and went back to the south, feeling very sad.

On the way, she called me in a very coquettish voice, telling me that she had to work because it was her birthday and she couldn't answer the phone. At that moment, my heart ached terribly. Afterwards, she still came back to see me, and the gifts she bought me were all ridiculously expensive. I actually knew very well what was going on. Maybe she wanted to make it up to me. But I didn't dare to say it. Maybe it was an ostrich mentality?

Until one time, an accident happened. My "beautiful girlfriend's boyfriend" called in the middle of the night. She didn't go outside the room to talk to him, and my phone rang at the same time, so her boyfriend heard my voice. The next morning, my "beautiful girlfriend" started crying and making a scene without saying a word, demanding that I take her to the airport.

That night, she called: "He wants to see you. This week, we'll go back to the south together.

" "Does he know who I am to you?" I asked.

"I don't know. I told him you're my good friend, but he didn't believe me and insisted on meeting you," she said.

The result of our discussion was that she would be under my jurisdiction in the south, and I wouldn't have to worry about things in the north, on the condition that I help her tell that lie. Then, she and her boyfriend actually drove a Mercedes sports car from Taipei to have dinner with me. Her boyfriend was under thirty and already owned his own company, doing interior design. He was a nice guy, very polite, and very humorous. I think very few girls could resist him. Seeing my girlfriend sitting next to another man at dinner, I was probably the most useless man in the world.

After dinner, Xiaoru took her boyfriend home to meet her family. I didn't know at the time; I heard about it from a classmate later.

Perhaps you'll say, "What's the point of having a woman like that?" It's easier said than done. I feel like I'm just that pathetic. Before that incident, she was so perfect in my eyes. If she had broken up with me, it would have been a relief for me. But she never mentioned it. I can't figure out what Xiaoru is thinking anymore.

I became increasingly unhappy around Xiaoru, and I didn't know if it was intentional or natural. However, when Xiaoru asked if I was unhappy, I would just jokingly say, "It's none of your business, because the alcohol is so good."

Often, when Xiaoru and I were lying in bed, her boyfriend would call, and I had to listen to their sweet nothings without showing too much jealousy.

Once, Xiaoru, perhaps drunk, said to me, "Xiaodong, I really love you, but for my future, I have to be with him, otherwise, I won't be able to survive."

Suddenly, I understood—it was all because of money. I couldn't understand why she loved money so much. I think what Xiaoru meant by "can't survive" was that she couldn't afford to spend a lot of money.

Would she die without an 80,000 watch? I think our values are so different now, and I can't reason with her.

Maybe that's why northerners think people from the south are unsophisticated?

So I lost interest in studying and spent my days drinking and waiting for Xiaoru's calls. Being drunk lessened the pain; otherwise, it felt like something was weighing on my mind. I don't dare tell anyone. My friends all know I have a beautiful girlfriend studying in Taipei, but nobody knows what's really going on behind the scenes.

If people knew, the whole world would probably laugh at me for being foolish. If I could do anything for Xiaoru, maybe it would be to let her go; that way, she might truly be happy.

I can't give her anything! Gradually, she came back to see me less and less; gradually, her calls became less and less frequent. Slowly, slowly, things faded away…

Recently, I heard from a classmate that she's changed boyfriends in Taipei. This time it's someone in the entertainment industry, and she's even bought a house and a car there. Occasionally, she still calls me and acts all cute, but she probably doesn't realize that she's hurting me.

It's been years now, and I've never felt good. I think Xiaoru changed my life. In these past few years, I haven't studied properly; I've been thinking about how to make money every day.

My advice to all the brothers is: when you see someone with a beautiful girlfriend, don't be envious. There's a story behind it that you can't imagine!

I'm not asking for a response; I just wanted to get it off my chest. Otherwise, keeping it bottled up inside for so many years is incredibly painful.

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