An encounter with a female lawyer by West Lake, a predestined relationship continuing after 800 days.

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The incident occurred in Hangzhou in January 2014.

January in Hangzhou is torture for Beijingers; the damp and chilly air seeps into your bones. But work required me to stay alone in this damp cold.

Weekdays were alright; I worked with colleagues during the day, had a few drinks in the evening, and was exhausted by the time I got to the hotel.

I usually slept until dawn. Weekends were truly unbearable. Although the hotel was right by West Lake, I really didn't want to wander around in this weather.

Friday night we drank until midnight, and I didn't wake up until almost 10 pm on Saturday. The sky was overcast, and I couldn't think of anything to do. I didn't even want to reply to the pile of nonsense messages on WeChat.

Suddenly, I realized I hadn't used WeChat's "People Nearby" feature in a long time, and I got interested, preparing to start bothering people one by one.

"Can I chat with this lonely business traveler in Shangri-La?" To my surprise, before I could even bother the second person, the one closest to me accepted my friend request. Their WeChat name was Lynn.

Arthur (myself): Your name is so fitting! I'm by West Lake, you must be nearby too, right?

(Lynn means "a person who lives by the lake." Praise my talent, my English is terrible, yet I know the meaning of this name.)

Lynn: *smiles* Hello! Do you know the meaning of this name?

Arthur (myself): By chance, I do. The weather is so awful, what are you doing?

Lynn: Nothing, just spacing out in my hotel room.

Arthur: Hotel? You're not in Shangri-La too, are you?

Lynn: Yes!

Arthur: What a coincidence! Are you here for business or leisure?

Lynn: Business.

Arthur: Oh, where are your colleagues?

Lynn: They all went back! Arthur

: *handshakes* We're in the same boat, fellow sufferers. Where are you from?

Lynn: Shanghai.

Arthur: What a coincidence, I'm from Shanghai too.

Lynn: Age, height, weight, occupation, and a photo.

Arthur: "Surprised." What's this?

Lynn: Didn't you want to hook up?

Arthur: Exchange?

Lynn: No!

Arthur: "Wiping sweat." Just a moment!

I sent the information as requested.

Lynn: It's alright! Take a shower first, then come to my room!

Arthur: Room number?

Lynn: 8042.

Arthur: Wait 30 minutes.

Lynn: "Shocked." So long? Do you live here?

Arthur: Of course, 10 minutes for a shower, 20 minutes to buy condoms. Okamoto 003 and Durex Ultra Thin, which do you prefer? Or you can come to my room 9086, it's a suite.

Lynn: That's thoughtful. Okamoto, please! Come over after you shower.

Twenty-five minutes later, the fragrant Arthur knocked on Lynn's door.

The girl peeked through the peephole first, then opened the door a crack for another look before finally letting me in.

I was really nervous, not because I'd never had a one-night stand before, but because this was all so fast. Usually, for safety, I'd chat on WeChat or QQ for at least two weeks before meeting in person.

I pretended to be relaxed and went in.

Lynn wasn't tall, about 1.63 meters. She had a great figure; her sportswear accentuated her large breasts, and her fair, round face made her look around 27 or 28. She wasn't stunningly beautiful, but she had a certain charm.

It was a twin room, with many documents scattered on one bed.

"You went for a run?" I noticed a pair of running shoes in the room.

"Yeah, nothing to do."

"No wonder you have such a great figure!"

Lynn blushed slightly.

"What would you like to drink?" She bent down to open the refrigerator to get me a drink.

I stepped forward and hugged Lynn from behind. "I want to drink your saliva!" I said, kissing her neck.

Lynn struggled a few times, but seeing she couldn't break free, she turned her head to find my lips.

The rest doesn't need to be detailed.

This girl had two hobbies in bed. One was sitting on a man's face and having him lick her, and the other was being licked a few times halfway through sex before penetration.

We battled from 11:30 to 1:00 PM, and Lynn orgasmed twice.

I was about to invite her to dinner, but she firmly told me to leave. Her reason was that she had a conference call coming up. She

promised to WeChat me as soon as we were done.

Back in my room, I took a nap, then bothered her on WeChat every hour. She always only replied with a few emojis.

Just as it was getting dark, a message finally came: "Finished, so hungry!" "I'll take you to eat something good, see you in the lobby in 10 minutes!"

"OK." *kiss*

We went to Lingyin Temple, holding hands the whole way in the back seat of the car. The rice wine and local Hangzhou cuisine left us both very satisfied.

"Come to my room tonight!" I whispered in Lynn's ear in the lobby.

"No, I have to work overtime tonight, and I'm leaving for Shanghai early tomorrow morning." Lynn turned to look at my disappointed expression, a sly smile appearing on her slightly flushed face. "I'll be back tomorrow night. I'll come to your room."

Although she gave me a reluctant look, I was secretly relieved; continuous work couldn't guarantee high quality.

The next day, Sunday evening, around 9 pm, I heard a knock on the door as promised.

Lynn opened the door and smiled at me, a long, beige coat outlining her as a capable and excellent female white-collar worker.

"Does it look good?"

"It's really nice, it suits you perfectly!"

"I bought it in Shanghai today. I was passing by a shop on the bus, and I saw a mannequin wearing it in the window. I fell in love with it at first sight!"

"You have great taste, it suits you so well."

"Do you like it?"

"I love it, I love it!"

"But I think you'll like it even more underneath!"

As she spoke, Lynn slowly unbuttoned her coat one button at a time, revealing that she was wearing only a set of sexy black lace lingerie underneath, and the kind with lots of lace. Damn, this little vixen is so tempting.

"I just bought it downstairs."

"You're such a little vixen!"

That night, in a suite at the Shangri-La, a very erotic performance unfolded. The scenes included the bed, sofa, window, bathroom, dressing mirror, and desk.

That night, Ms. Lynn and I slept in each other's arms.

It turned out she had just been cheated on by her boyfriend the previous month and then sent to Hangzhou by her company. In her extreme depression, she found me as an outlet, and unexpectedly, I gave her such a wonderful memory.

Later, I learned that the document-making that night and the meeting in Shanghai the next day were all fabricated by her, to help me recover my energy and make my desire even stronger the next day.

Lynn refused to tell me her true situation, including her name, occupation (I guessed it was in finance), workplace, etc. She also refused to ask me.

I needed to fly to Shenzhen on Monday, so Sunday night became our last battle.

After that, we rarely communicated well on WeChat; once, I said a little too much and was even blocked.

At this point, you might think that's the end of the story, but no, it really isn't! This is why I'm recalling this story today.

Yesterday was the first meeting for my company's M&A project. After the finance, securities, law firm, and appraiser teams gathered, they started exchanging business cards.

As I sat at the conference table sorting through the cards, Lynn's name caught my eye. I quickly looked around and spotted a familiar, sly smile across the conference table, some distance away. Our eyes met, and we smiled and nodded at each other.

After the meeting, in the hotel mall at Victoria's Secret, Lynn held up two sets of sexy lace lingerie—one black and one white—and quietly asked me for them… I took out my credit card, smiled, and told the clerk to pack them up and buy them.

That evening, in a corner of the hotel bar, a couple whispered sweet nothings, sharing their deepest feelings… Late at night, clothes were scattered all over the hotel room floor…

The next morning, a naked couple lay entwined in bed, still fast asleep… In October 2017, at Our Lady of Sydney Cathedral, a couple was getting married… Lynn and I received the priest's blessing.

[The End]

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