[Sister Yan, a female PhD]

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My first meeting with Sister Yan was quite dramatic. At that time, my business was going poorly, and I was stuck at home all day,

feeling very irritable and annoyed by everyone.

When school started, a new neighbor moved in across the hall—a huge music fanatic. Although I hadn't met her yet,

I was constantly bothered by her music. Every night,

the music would blast until midnight. I've always preferred peace and quiet, and after enduring this disturbance for dozens of days, I

finally knocked on her door. To my surprise, a young woman opened the door. She was about 1.60 meters tall, wearing a pink dress, with a smiling

face, long flowing hair, and a well-proportioned, curvaceous figure. She gave off a very friendly and comfortable

feeling.

My anger subsided immediately, so I sternly teased her, "Young lady, what are you doing? Making

noise every day, don't you have anything better to do? Which class are you in? Didn't your teacher teach you not to disturb the neighbors? By the way,

why do you live here? Undergraduate or graduate student? Show me your student ID!

I live across the hall from you! I'm in charge of security for this building." She was taken aback at first, then put on a smiling

face again: "Let me correct you, I'm not a young lady, nor am I in any class, not

an undergraduate , nor a graduate student. I'm a new lecturer, 30 years old this year, with a doctorate in Chinese education.

How about it, are you satisfied, security chief checking household registration?"

Hehe, this young lady is interesting. I looked at her more closely. A mischievous, smiling face,

large clear eyes without a trace of impurity—she looked like a naive young girl,

no more than 24 years old. My chauvinistic tendencies kicked in again. "You're a lecturer?? You're 30? Little

girl , are you kidding me?? I've been around for so many years, what kind of eyesight do I have? Can't I tell the difference between a teacher and a student?

How could I mistake you?" "What? Don't believe me? Let's bet, you lose, you treat me to dinner?" "Okay, show me your

ID and work permit."

"Sister Yan, female, born in 19**, position: teacher..."

"What? Still don't believe me? My doctoral diploma isn't here. You can see my

doctoral research and resume on my computer. So, where are you planning to treat me to dinner?" She gave me a playful,

smug smile.

"I believe you, I really believe you, I'll treat you to dinner tomorrow," I think my face must be a little red.

"

Your turn, Head of Security. Introduce yourself, let's get acquainted."

"My name is Lao Lang, male, born in 19**, a graduate of this school in ** year, now I run a small computer company."

Sister Yan chuckled. "No need to emphasize, you look like a man. By the way, why are you

still living in the teachers' quarters after graduation?"

"Oh, this is my teacher's room. He and his family live in Jingkang Garden a little further ahead, so

the right to reside belongs to me. I stay here when I'm free; it's quiet here. How about it, young female PhD,

is your style to have guests stand at your door for your interrogation?"

"What? You're turning the tables! You banged on my door like a robber, and now it's me interrogating you?

Okay, please come in. By the way, you run a computer company?" "You must know a lot about computers. What a coincidence! My

computer just got a virus, and I didn't know who to ask. You just happened to be here, haha."

Entering her room, I first looked her over carefully. Her room was simple yet tidy, with a unique feminine

boudoir feel. The most striking thing was the huge bookcase full of books. After searching carefully, I didn't see

any men's items. Sitting at the computer desk, I chatted with her while helping her with her computer. "Are you married?"

"What marriage? Does a 30-year-old woman have to get married?" She reacted strongly to this question, and I

quickly reassured her, "That's not what I meant. By the way, isn't your boyfriend here?" "I

don't have a boyfriend." "Really?" I couldn't help but feel a surge of joy.

It seemed like there was a chance! A single female PhD student, living right across from me—wasn't this a beauty from heaven? "Of course

not. We dated during undergraduate studies, but I was preparing for graduate school while he was working. We broke up, and since then I've been busy with school work and preparing for my

PhD. I haven't dated anyone. Is it strange that I don't have a boyfriend?" "By the way, why are you concerned about this?

Shouldn't you be concerned about whether my computer is working properly?" "Right, right, I shouldn't be concerned about this, haha." I was secretly overjoyed. If I

couldn't win over this female PhD, all my years of being a wolf in sheep's clothing would have been for nothing.

While fixing her computer, I carefully examined her documents, confirming that she was indeed doing Chinese literature research.

So I specifically talked to her about literary topics. Luckily, I had been the editor-in-chief of a school magazine for a few years and still possessed

a certain level of literary knowledge. We had a very pleasant conversation, but to be honest, discussing literature with a Chinese literature PhD was... well,

you know. Under unprecedented pressure, she could handle my topics, but her viewpoints were a bit difficult for

me to deal with . Fortunately, although I, as the old wolf, wasn't as knowledgeable as her, I was cunning enough to avoid giving myself away.

We chatted about everything under the sun until past 2 a.m., still feeling like we had known each other for a long time.

Although I was reluctant to part with this well-behaved and adorable young female PhD student, having already "devoured" her, as a

qualified old wolf, I understood the importance of a good first impression for such a naive female PhD student who had grown up in an ivory tower

. I knew that if I wanted to win her over... To win her over, I needed to be adept at handling the situation, instilling in her

a sense of responsibility and wisdom that a man should possess. I couldn't be impatient. Although we were having a great

time and getting along , rushing things could mean losing the chance to win her over forever.

So, I politely interrupted her, "It's late. You have class tomorrow, so get some rest.

Don't let your students see their teacher staying up late last night. We're really destined to meet! I also

love literature, and I never imagined I'd have a PhD in Chinese literature as my neighbor. I'll definitely be seeking your guidance in the future. Seeing your

extensive book collection, I'll borrow some from you sometime." "You can't be reluctant to part with me, can you?" "Sure, I'd be happy to have another

student . It's true what they say, you can't study without borrowing books,"

she chuckled again.

Perhaps it was because she had just arrived in Wuhan without friends or family, and it was rare to find someone she clicked with. When she saw me off,

I could clearly feel her reluctance to part. A good start makes for a good story, and I thought my second PhD girlfriend

was on the horizon.

From then on, I would frequently go to her house to borrow books. Borrowing books was just an excuse; chatting and cultivating our relationship was the real reason.

My professor had a collection of no less than a thousand books. It was common for us to chat until late at night.

To be honest, with my limited undergraduate knowledge, discussing literature in front of a PhD in Chinese literature was a bit

like showing off my limited skills. Although I graduated several years ago, I've been focused on business and haven't made much progress in my studies. So I

changed my approach and played to my strengths, talking to her about politics, the differences between the Chinese and American systems,

the absurdity of Marxism, and why socialism cannot be realized, etc. (I don't want to delve too much into political topics here,

so I won't go into details). She listened with wide eyes, her interest greatly piqued. When she talked to me about literature,

I no longer reiterated the commonly accepted viewpoints found in books, but instead used my imagination to express my own unique perspectives.

When talking about Zhuge Liang, I no longer focused on praising his wisdom based on "Romance of the Three Kingdoms," but instead combined it with the "Records

of the Three Kingdoms" to discuss the loss of Jieting. I use

several major events that affect the overall situation, such as wrongly ordering Guan Yu to guard Huarong and letting Cao Cao go, to prove that he was also mediocre.

When talking about "Water Margin", I will not just parrot the loyalty and righteousness of the Liangshan heroes, but focus on Song Jiang's surrenderism

and his cunning and hypocrisy in using people. I will use Wu Yong's trickery to force many people, such as Lu Junyi, who originally had families and

lived happy lives, to become bandits on Liangshan to prove his low character. I will use Wu Song's

killing of even innocent maids to illustrate their cruelty.

I racked my brains to find unique perspectives not found in mainstream literature to win over the woman before me (I couldn't help but

believe that men's potential for learning is truly boundless when they're attracted to beauty; I never imagined that after so many years since graduation, I'd still have such a strong

drive to learn). Gradually, I noticed that Sister Yan became increasingly quiet while listening to me. Unlike before

, she no longer interrupted me before I finished a sentence. She would always blink her big eyes, tilt her head slightly, and quietly watch me, listening intently,

as quiet as a diligent student. One night, after listening to me speak eloquently for several hours, she suddenly

praised me: "Your lectures are even more engaging than my doctoral supervisor's! I've never heard these viewpoints before, and I find your explanations

more vivid and credible.

" I laughed out loud: "You can't assume my literary cultivation is at the undergraduate level just because I only have a bachelor's degree.

Lu Xun must have had some kind of degree! I just don't like taking these lousy exams." I realized

that over years, I'd become thick-skinned enough that I didn't even blush after saying something so disgusting. I think I

'd achieved my first step: psychologically conquering her little by little.

Two months later, on a weekend, I treated her to dinner, which was also a way of fulfilling the bet I made the first time. By this time, we

could talk about anything. I had originally planned to take a taxi to the "Sanwu Hotel" to treat her, but she insisted on going to the school cafeteria

. Ugh, I picked the best place, but the two of us still spent 30 cents in total. After dinner, I took her on

a picnic . I deliberately took her to some picturesque suburbs. She was as happy as a little bird, flying around,

reciting poems and chanting verses. I couldn't help but sigh, university really is a woman's preservation box.

A 30-year-old woman who has lived in university all her life looks like a 20-year-old girl. We played from noon until 7:30 in the afternoon, and she

still wasn't tired. When we got home in the evening, I said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "How are you? Tired?

Shall I carry you?" "No, you have a girlfriend, why would I want you to carry me?" She was as stubborn as a little girl.

“Then I’ll hold your hand,” she said, no longer speaking. I took her soft little hand, and her face flushed

instantly . We walked slowly towards the school, both silent, only our hands clasped together. At that moment, I

understood for the first time the power of silence.

As we approached the school, she quickly pulled her hand away, took a few steps forward, and turned back to say, “Slow down, I’ll go

first. It’ll be embarrassing if my students see me. Slow down, don’t get too close.” I

chuckled , “What about dinner?” “You little devil, you’re still laughing? I’ll teach you a lesson! I’ll just get you dinner

and take it home for you. After all, I ate your food for lunch.” She laughed too.

I walked around outside the school and came back at nine o'clock. I was planning to take a shower and then go to her place (

chatting with her every night has become a part of my life), but unfortunately, there was no gas. I was so annoyed. I just sat there in my

pajamas, lost in thought. Just then, someone knocked on the door. "Come over for dinner." "But I haven't showered yet. My

water heater is out of gas." "Come to my place. Mine has gas." "Then how are you going to shower?" "Of course, I

'll shower first and then you can heat it up. But you have to bring your own towel. You can't use mine." "Okay

, okay, I'll get a towel and come right away." My heart was pounding. I grabbed a towel that I didn't know if it was for washing my face or

showering and ran to her place.

After dinner, she took a shower while I played on the computer. Women take so long to shower! By the time she finished

, it was already past 11 PM. I was practically stunned when she came out. Her light pink silk nightgown was billowing in the air, revealing

her underwear completely. She was radiating vitality after her hot shower, and my eyes involuntarily

followed her. She turned on the water for me and noticed me staring at her. "What are you looking at? What's so interesting about your older sister?

Play on your computer! I'm going to rest now. I'm really tired today. When you come back, please close the door behind you."

I was about to agree when I suddenly realized something was wrong. In my haste to come back, I only remembered to run towards her, and I forgot my keys in

my coat pocket. "Oh no, I don't have my keys! I can't get in!" "What should we do? Are we going to break the door

?" "I can ask my teacher for it tomorrow; he has a key. But I'm doomed tonight;

where am I going to stay?" "Look at you! You deliberately forgot to bring it, didn't you?" "No, no, I swear to God."

To be honest, I really did forget in my haste. I'm not 100% sure I can win her over yet, and I won't take

that risk. I can't waste such a good opportunity by being hasty. So I won't

make a move unless I'm absolutely certain. This isn't some young girl; if I can't win her over, so be it. This is my favorite female PhD student!

Although 'm a qualified wolf, I've only managed to win over one PhD student so far, and unfortunately, she was a virgin. So it's basically

the same as not winning her over at all.

"Forget it, you little brat, you're so slick. Let me tell you, you can stay after you shower, but you

have to behave. You'll sleep on the sofa in the living room. My bedroom door is broken, so don't bother me,

or I'll never talk to you again, understand?" "Yes, yes, I understand! How could I dare bother you? I have the desire but

not the guts!" "You're not allowed to have the desire either. Who told you to have a girlfriend at such a young age, and live with her for so many years?" She swayed

her voluptuous, beautiful figure and went back to her bedroom, leaving me with a nosebleed...

Soon the bedroom light went out, and her even, soft breathing filled the room. Now, my nose was bleeding...

Full of youthful vigor, I was restless, my mind filled with images of her soft, lovely body, her beautiful sleeping posture, and

the fantasy of her in my arms. To distract myself, I started playing a card game, but even as a seasoned player, my skills plummeted. I

kept playing childish, terrible hands, and my opponents left one after another,

occasionally poor play.

Ignoring the fact that the water wasn't even hot yet, I turned on the tap and started showering. Slowly, I calmed down and

analyzed the situation: she was only wearing pajamas and fast asleep (I wasn't sure if she was actually asleep, or if she

just wanted to chat or give herself to me). If I went in and she was willing, it would be a

night of passion, incredibly enjoyable. But if she wasn't willing, and just saw me as a friend, then I was completely finished.

Breaking into —that's incredibly indecent, and people would definitely think I have moral issues. I'd have no excuse,

no way out. Not only would I never have a chance to get her again, but I wouldn't be able to leave her room tonight, and I'd be utterly humiliated

… Besides, women are fickle. Could I be just imagining things?

After much deliberation, I decided against it. A seven-foot man like me, surely I can control that seven-inch thing? (Besides, whether

it's seven inches or not needs verification, haha.) I frantically rinsed myself with cold water, and after cooling down, I returned to the sofa.

That night, I had insomnia for the first time, tossing and turning without even realizing when I finally fell asleep. That night, I overcame

my desires and didn't leave the sofa for a second. When I woke up the next day, it was almost noon. She was gone, leaving only

a note with a funny face drawn on it: "Not bad, not bad, little devil, you were really good last night, slept really well. I'm going to buy

you some treats. Play on the computer when you wake up. But don't break my sofa, okay? It's school

property, you'll have to pay for it if you break it, haha." Wow, it seems she didn't sleep well last night either. My

chance isn't far

off. I think happiness always comes unexpectedly. One day, on a whim, she decided to show off her culinary skills and said she would

cook for me. This female PhD student, who excelled academically, had truly questionable cooking abilities. All I could hear

was the clatter of pots and pans in the kitchen. I was watching TV in the living room, but it was almost 8 o'clock, and I still hadn't seen a single dish that could be called a meal. Just

as I was getting impatient, she suddenly cried out and rushed out, clutching her finger. I quickly looked down and saw that

her middle finger had been cut by a kitchen knife, and blood was gushing out.

I rushed over, took her finger, and helped her bandage it. When I finished, I noticed she

was nestled in my arms like a little bird, looking pitiful. "It's all your fault! My finger is all cut! How am I supposed to

write? I need to prepare my lessons!" This was a golden opportunity! I had an excuse and a way out. If she didn't want to, I could say

I was joking. I couldn't let this chance slip by. I gently took her hand and

pulled her into my arms. "It's my fault, it's my fault. I'll make it up to you." Seeing she didn't resist, I whispered in her ear

, "Your hand is cut. Let me help you rest. I'll cook for you, okay?" I gently helped her into the bedroom and

laid her on the bed, but I didn't leave. I just stared at her with burning eyes. Under my intense

gaze, she finally couldn't resist. Her face slowly turned red, and she gently turned her head to one side. Seizing the moment,

I gently and accurately kissed her full lips.

Like rain after a long drought, her reaction was intense; her face flushed rapidly. Yet,

her thoughts were conflicted. She turned her head back and forth intermittently, as if trying to escape my kisses, yet also

seemingly enjoying them intensely. I continued to kiss her, sucking on her smooth earlobe when she turned her head,

and kissing her rounded lips when she turned back. Having been a wolf for so long, most women couldn't

resist my kisses and caresses, let alone a female PhD who hadn't been in a relationship for eight years. She had no chance of resisting me

(I've never kissed a prostitute; I'm a pervert, I never go to prostitutes, I'm only interested in respectable women). My

hands weren't idle either, constantly caressing her back and inner thighs. She held the hem of her skirt with both hands, preventing my

hands from going inside, her breathing becoming rapid and labored. I could see she was strongly suppressing herself. "Don't do this, don't do this,

I'm older than you... " "You're two years old, and you already have a girlfriend. I'm a teacher; I can't be a third party."

I didn't say anything, just kept kissing her. Slowly, her mouth opened, and I seized the

opportunity to slip my tongue inside, skillfully tracing its path in her hot, sweet mouth. Gradually, she stopped resisting, letting me

kiss her passionately. Beads of sweat rolled down her face. I gently took her hand, letting her hug me,

and then slipped my hand under her skirt. She quickly grabbed my hand, "What are you doing? Don't put your hand in there,

you're not allowed!" I said, stroking her, "Don't worry, I just want to wipe your sweat. If you don't want me to

, I absolutely won't touch you. Don't you trust me? Hug me."

She obediently hugged me again. I kissed her, my hands moving up and down her damp, smooth

thighs inside and out. Sweat clung tightly to her skirt. I tentatively touched her private area through her pubic area from time to time.

"Don't touch there," she murmured dreamily. It seemed the time wasn't right, so I ignored the triangle area and focused on

running one hand over her inner and outer thighs, while the other moved up her back. These

were all sensitive areas for a woman. Soon, she was covered in sweat, her face flushed. I

whispered softly in her ear, "Can you take off your skirt? You're all sweaty and uncomfortable. Don't worry, I won't

touch . I just want to comfort you."

She closed her eyes and didn't speak. I gently rolled up her skirt from the bottom, and she cooperated by

raising her waist and stretching her arms high above her head. The skirt easily fell down,

revealing a beautiful, snow-white body clad only in three points: her body was flawless white. Her delicate, smooth

face, flushed slightly and glistening with fragrant sweat, revealed a pair of large, equally white

breasts slender white hands

rested haphazardly on her waist, her slim waist inspiring an urge to embrace her. Below her flat stomach lay a full

triangle, with a small, equally pink, embroidered triangle. Even more remarkable were her jade-white inner

thighs , supple and elastic, her long, graceful legs with a smooth, even transition, and a pair of small,

playful feet pointing upwards…

I was completely captivated by this rare beauty. Sensing my hesitation, she slightly opened her eyes and, seeing me

staring at her lustfully, pulled me close, saying, “What are you looking at? Don’t look!”

I suddenly realized, "Yeah, what are you looking at? I didn't just come here to look at her, did I?" I gently

embraced her smooth, warm body, caressing her inch by inch from top to bottom. This time, she stopped resisting,

her sweet tongue intertwining with mine. I kissed her face repeatedly, sucking on her earlobe, kissing her

neck I couldn't tell if it was sweat or saliva; her face was flushed, moist, and burning. Her reaction became even more intense,

her hands holding me tighter and tighter behind my back. I seized the opportunity to slip my hand inside her pink bra, one

hand pressing against her full breasts. She hesitated for a moment, "That's enough, don't touch down there."

"I know, I know, I absolutely won't budge if you don't want to," I said, already unbuttoning her clothes and

removing her bra. Her two large, snow-white breasts were fully revealed before my eyes, with large areolas and small,

pink nipples like red beans. I gently bit her tongue while playing with her nipples, while my other hand continued

to roam over her body. Soon her breathing became severely uneven, and she bit my nose angrily,

arching her back and rubbing her face against my forehead. I then massaged her breasts with my chest, one hand reaching around her

lower back to caress her round buttocks and slender waist, while the other hand massaged her inner thighs. As I massaged, my tongue and

hand worked together, increasing the intensity and speed. After a while, her buttocks suddenly arched upwards, her legs tightened, and her

arms around me held me even tighter. Her mouth bit down hard on my chin, and she didn't move at all. I knew her first

mini orgasm had arrived. I gently held her, caressed her, and helped her regain her senses. (At this point, the woman is

extremely tired, so it's best to let her rest well so she can have a real orgasm.)

About five minutes later, she slowly opened her eyes and gently patted my chest. "You're

so naughty ! You're such a little devil, you just finished me off with your hand!" "What do you mean by 'finished'? Don't move,

I'll let you know what it's really like to be a woman." "Ah, you still won't let me go? What do you want?" I

reached for her pubic area, preparing to breach this last line of defense. "Don't take it off! You said

you wouldn't touch me if I didn't want to!" "I know, I absolutely won't touch you if you don't want to, I mean it. I just want to look, is it okay

to look ?" "What's so interesting? It's so dirty." "I'm not afraid of dirt, it's for the people!"

She chuckled. She laughed. I had removed the small triangle, and her plump and lush mysterious area was

finally revealed to me. It was a bit of a shame that she was butterfly-shaped; I don't really like this type of vulva. But

I couldn't care less now. I impatiently pressed my hand against the entire triangle, and sticky female secretions immediately

covered my palm. "What is this? Master Kong green tea or Nutritional Express?" "That's your older sister's

sweat." "Bullshit older sister! She's two years older than me, and her skills aren't as good as mine. Call me older sister! Call me brother!" "No, I

won't. What can you do to me?" "Fine, I'm going to punish you. I'm going to teach you a lesson." My middle finger had already

slid into her vulva while she was wet with her own juices. (I need to check first, so I don't run into another

virgin .)

"Don't go in. You won't go in unless I agree with you. I only did it twice many years ago. I'm scared."

It seemed like heaven was on my side. "I know. I won't go in. I just want to pamper you." I kissed her

lips to stop her from speaking, and my hand boldly stimulated her vulva inside and out. Perhaps it was the different kind of

stimulation , but she quickly became aroused again, this time much more proactive. She hummed softly, offering her large breasts

to my mouth, which I promptly bit down on, while my other hand stimulated her earlobe. A few minutes later,

her moans grew louder. I quickly removed my completely soaked shirt and pants, leaving

me naked as I embraced her. Perhaps it was the shared heat of our bodies that stimulated her; she opened her eyes in terror. "You

said you wouldn't touch me if I didn't agree?"

"I know, I won't touch you if you don't agree." I held her tightly, rolling and rubbing against her, while my middle finger

mercilessly plunged into her vagina. The intense stimulation made her shudder. I held

her, my mouth moving between her lips and breasts, while my hands were never idle. My middle finger moved in and out of her vagina, while

my other hand roamed over her entire body—her buttocks, waist, breasts—leaving no place untouched.

After a while, I felt her body getting hot again, and her vagina was getting increasingly wet. I

wiped my hands on the sheets again and again. Her words became more and more incoherent. "You said I don't want

you to go in... I don't want to, I really don't want to. You have a girlfriend, I don't want to be a third party, you

can't go in, I can't give myself to you, I'm 30 years old, I need to get married now... I'm not like you, so

young and so bad... I can't afford to drag this on..." Her body completely contradicted her words, writhing violently.

I laid her flat and pressed down on her, first taking the advantageous position, and then gently asked her in her ear, "Can I

go in ? I'll be gentle." As I spoke, I thrust forward, but the strong resistance meant that I could only go in a little over halfway before her

legs clamped together. She burst into tears, "Waaah, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts! Go slower! How come yours is

so big? I've only done this twice a few years ago! I'm scared!"

Two lines of tears mixed with sweat streamed down her face. Seeing her cry... For a moment, I was at a loss. I

quickly rolled over and gently hugged her. She was like a baby, her eyes brimming with tears, nestled in my arms. I continued

to massage and kiss her, and when she closed her eyes, I would go for her again. She would cry again and quickly pull back, and I did this

several times. I was filled with hatred. Her boyfriend from her undergraduate days must have been a damn reckless idiot

. He must have forced himself on her, causing her psychological fear. I comforted her like a child, kissing and caressing her.

When she was completely wet again, I spread her legs wide and thrust

in . Perhaps her vagina was naturally small; I completely filled her. A warm, swelling feeling spread throughout my

body. She screamed and hugged me tightly. To reduce her pain, I pressed down on her

and didn't move. She hugged me, burying her head in my chest, motionless.

After a few quiet minutes, I tentatively moved gently. Her hands slowly moved downwards, supporting my

buttocks and moving up and down with my movements. That most mysterious point of connection became increasingly wet. She

was no longer restrained, and her moans grew louder. I continued to move mechanically and primally, my hands angrily kneading

her round breasts and wet buttocks. Time passed, and after about a few hundred thrusts, I suddenly felt...

I felt a warm sensation enveloping my lower body, and her face was flushed. She was sucking my tongue intensely, and I knew

her true climax was approaching. I stopped forcing myself to breathe, relaxed, and

ejaculated completely into her body as she held me tightly. Her lower body convulsed, and her arms around me stiffened,

unable to separate for a long time.

After a long while, she let out a long sigh and gradually woke up. "What time is it? The food is probably cold,"

she said, glancing at her watch. "11:50. It's definitely too late for dinner. Are you hungry? How about we find some dried fruit to eat first, and

then go eat earlier tomorrow?" "Okay, I'm not hungry. I'm just very tired. I want to sleep. Hold me tight."

"Do you love me? Do you love me or your girlfriend? If I marry you, will you marry me?"

"I like you. I really like you. If I didn't have my girlfriend, I would definitely marry you, but she's been with me for nine years

, from when I was 18 until now..." "I understand. Hold me tight. I'm so sleepy. I want to sleep."

From then on, Sister Yan became my closest "comrade-in-arms."

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