Love in the Land of Maple Leaves

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Chapter 1: First Arrival in North America

July 2005. Fresh out of the Biology Department of Zhejiang University, I crossed the ocean to

Canada, the other side of the world, to begin my studies as an international student. My school was the University of Alberta in Edmonton.

Although little known in China, it was a top-ranked university in Canada, especially

strong in biological sciences. I was admitted to this school for my master's degree. Arriving in a foreign land, I was unfamiliar with everything. Fortunately, a friend

helped me arrange accommodation. The place wasn't far from the school, a twenty-minute walk or a five-minute bus ride.

The landlord was a Hong Kong man surnamed Wu, in his forties, short and stocky, and unremarkable in appearance. His wife, however, was

young beautiful, no more than thirty, with long, flowing hair, dressed flamboyantly, and in high heels, she was

half a head taller than him. We chatted, and I learned she was from Hunan, named Bai Jing. She had met the landlord two years prior through an introduction, "

fell in love at first sight ," and had come to live with me. The landlord and his wife lived upstairs; downstairs was a semi-basement, which

the landlord had divided into three bedrooms, rented to three people. Besides me, the other two tenants were also from mainland China: one

was Xia Bin, a handsome Beijing native studying electrical engineering; the other was a postdoctoral

researcher , surnamed Jiang, a workaholic who was always out early and back late, rarely home even on holidays; we often went three days

without exchanging a single word.

Having a place to stay made me feel much more at ease. After a few days of rest and adjusting to the time difference,

I learned a lot about the local customs and culture from Xia Bin. To my surprise, I assumed Xia Bin, being an undergraduate,

would be younger than me, but he was actually five years older and had chosen to pursue further studies after immigrating and not finding suitable work

. Two more days passed, and feeling everything was settled, I went to the university to register.

North American university campuses are very different from those in China. The most significant difference is that North American campuses are open

, without walls separating them. Aside from the school buildings, the campus was filled with vast expanses of green lawns and towering ancient trees, creating an elegant and tranquil

environment . I found my way to the department, where a secretary greeted me. Because

I had made an appointment beforehand, the secretary had prepared all the necessary materials—forms to fill out, signatures, and so on—

a whole pile of stuff. After I filled out everything I could, the secretary led me to my advisor. In Canadian universities,

graduate students in biology departments are assigned an advisor after being admitted. This advisor provides a scholarship

, a research topic, and I conduct experiments in their lab. If the research is successful,

I can write a thesis, publish it in an academic journal, and graduate. Therefore, advisors have considerable power;

in a sense, the relationship between advisor and student is like that of employer and employee, which is why we often call advisors "boss."

After a few twists and turns, the secretary led me to my advisor's office, where he greeted me very warmly. He

was a tall man, over fifty, with gray hair and a strong European accent. I struggled to understand

his English, but thankfully, I could guess most of what he was saying. My supervisor gave a brief introduction

to and my research topic. I then learned that the lab had undergone a major reshuffle this year; a master's student and a

doctoral student had graduated, and two postdoctoral fellows had completed their work and moved on to other places. A technician

was diagnosed with breast cancer at the beginning of the year and is now on sick leave. Only one technician remains in the lab, over sixty years old,

who plans to retire next year. Therefore, the supervisor is now actively recruiting. Although I'm new, I've become

a "veteran" in the lab.

All courses don't start until September, so July and August are relatively relaxed. I'm making the most of this time,

firstly by practicing my English, and secondly by learning experimental techniques. Life is hectic, but I'm learning a lot and

progressing very quickly.

Chapter Two: The Night of My First Time One

day in late August, I was preparing reagents in the lab when the supervisor entered, followed by a Chinese

woman . She wasn't particularly beautiful; her eyes were small, and her lips were slightly turned outwards, but she was tall and slender, with flowing hair

and high breasts, exuding the charm of a mature woman. I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my heart.

“Kevin, let me introduce you. This is Laura, she just arrived from China and will be studying for her

PhD ,”

the boss said in English with a thick European accent. Kevin is my English name, and Laura

naturally refers to the woman in front of me.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you!” She generously extended her hand and shook mine.

“It’s my pleasure!” My gaze unconsciously drifted to her chest, and I became a little awkward.

The boss spoke to her for a few more minutes, then handed her over to me, asking me to show her around the campus so

we could have a chance to chat in Chinese.

“Hello, my name is Ge Chunlei,” she reintroduced herself.

“My name is Chen Kangfan,” I replied, still somewhat reserved.

“How long have you been in Canada?” she asked.

“Less than two months.”

We walked side by side, a gentle breeze carrying the faint fragrance of her long hair, making me

uneasy . Our back-and-forth exchange felt somewhat stiff.

“You don’t seem like someone who works in biology!” she suddenly said.

I looked up and saw her sizing me up, her eyes sparkling.

"Yeah, a lot of people say that," I smiled.

Indeed, this wasn't the first time I'd heard someone say that. Back at Zhejiang University, most of the boys in my class

were "bean sprouts," usually wearing thick glasses, carrying books on thin arms, and hurrying around campus with their heads down

. As for me, while I wouldn't call myself handsome, I was incredibly muscular. I was 1.8 meters tall, with

broad shoulders, a thick chest, and biceps that were clearly visible when I bent my arms. From any angle,

I was very strong and fit boy. I owe my physique to a high school classmate who

said something like, "Looks are given by your parents, but strength is something you build yourself." I thought that made perfect sense,

so starting in high school, I exercised every day, doing endurance and strength training. After more than six years,

I achieved quite a bit. While I can't compare to those muscular men on TV, I'm still quite noticeable among ordinary people

.

Gradually, I became less reserved. As long as I didn't focus on her chest, I

relaxed . We started chatting little by little. Ge Chunlei is five years older than me, from Shandong, and has been married for four years. More than three years ago...

My husband went to Tsinghua University for his MBA, and she followed him to Beijing to pursue her master's degree at the Institute of Biochemistry, Chinese Academy of Sciences. After graduating

, she and her husband decided to go to Canada. However, immigration was too slow, so she applied to Canadian universities for a

student visa and then arranged for her husband to accompany her. Once they were both there, the immigration application process in Canada would be much faster.

I gave her a brief overview of life there and learned that she had rented an apartment near the university,

only a ten-minute walk from where I lived. We chatted for about half an hour, and I showed her around, and that was

the end .

September arrived quickly, and the heavy workload began to overwhelm me. The format of graduate courses in North America was very different from that

in China I found it very difficult to adapt. Ge Chunlei, on the other hand, was more comfortable than me. Her supervisor, seeing that her English wasn't good enough,

told her not to take any courses in the first semester until she improved her English. Time

passed by . In mid-September, a South African postdoc arrived at the lab. He had gray hair, a small mustache, and

always greeted people with a smile. However, because of his heavy English accent, communication was difficult, and we tried to avoid

talking to him because his garlic breath was really unpleasant. But I shared an office with him (

Ge Chunlei and the older technician shared another), so sometimes I had to put up with it.

One evening in late October, I was at home preparing a midterm assignment when the phone rang.

I answered , and Ge Chunlei's sobbing voice came from the other end: "Kevin, my husband's visa was rejected!

What should I do?!"

"Don't panic, tell me slowly, what happened?"

she cried as she explained the situation. Apparently, her husband had applied for a dependent visa, but they said he had

immigration intentions and rejected him. Seeing her emotional state, I asked, "Should I come over so

we can take a closer look?"

"Okay, thank you!"

Ten minutes later, I arrived at Ge Chunlei's house. She had rented a one-bedroom apartment because her husband was coming.

She opened the door for me with red, tear-filled eyes. I went inside and sat on the sofa; she sat down beside me

and started crying again. I quickly tried to comfort her, saying many reassuring words that it was alright and that she

would definitely succeed if she applied again. She had a laptop, but it didn't have high-speed internet installed. She could only use

the free dial-up service provided by the school, the kind with a 56k modem. But slower was better than nothing.

I connected to the internet and started researching. After nearly an hour, I finally found out. It turned out her

husband hadn't submitted information about his assets in China. In this case, the Canadian consulate always treated it as an indication of immigration

intent . Knowing what was going on, and knowing that as long as the materials were prepared, her husband's visa should be fine,

Ge Chunlei calmed down.

"Okay, I should go now!" I straightened up, stretched, and put my left hand on her back.

Unexpectedly, my arms. "Thank you! Kang Fan!" She pressed her head against my broad chest.

I was so startled I didn't dare move. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a pitiful beauty, and said, "Will you stay with

me tonight?"

My head went blank, and my heart suddenly started racing. Before I could react, her

lips were already sealed against mine. I responded to her kiss haphazardly, my mind flashing through memories of the past.

I'm 23 this year, but still a virgin. Given my looks, this is unimaginable. While I

'm not handsome, I'm tall and strong, the kind of guy who attracts girls' attention on the street. My

penis size may not be comparable to the male leads in foreign porn films, but based on my four years of observation in the men's bathrooms at Zhejiang University,

there aren't many that are larger. So it's not that I don't want to, it's just that I haven't had the opportunity. In high school, I had the desire

but not the courage. After entering Zhejiang University, the first two years were suffocating under the heavy workload. In my third year, I got a girlfriend,

a classmate. But she was very conservative, and we only ever held hands and put our arms around each other's shoulders. It wasn't until the second semester of our fourth

year that she allowed me to put my arm around her waist.

We didn't have our first kiss until the day she received her acceptance letter from Cornell University. But the good times didn't last long; I soon received a rejection letter from Cornell. Because she

was determined to go to Cornell, our relationship had to come to an end. Although I had never thought about

what my first time would be like, I never imagined it

would .

Lost in thought, Ge Chunlei's tongue had already entered my mouth. Oh my god! It was a wet kiss! I completely

melted under her tongue, and with her breasts pressing against me, I felt an unbearable swelling in my lower abdomen.

Tonight was my night of breaking free! I didn't care anymore, hugged her tightly and kissed her passionately, then took off her

clothes.

Taking off her casual clothes, her beautiful body was revealed. At 28, she was truly

at the most mature and charming age for a woman. Her skin was quite fair and not rough. Her body was full but not bloated, and

her overall figure was very well-proportioned. She was wearing a white bra, front-opening, and her two high breasts filled the cups to

the brim, creating a captivating cleavage. Her lower abdomen was slightly protruding, and there

was

a bit of extra fat around her waist. It seemed she didn't exercise much; it's difficult for women of this age to maintain a completely flat stomach in that area. She was wearing white panties, and her buttocks were round and firm to the touch. After I undressed her, she wasn't bothered by my gaze at all; instead, she boldly

reached out and unbuttoned my shirt, then my jeans and undershirt. I was left in only shorts,

my penis bulging inside, like a tent. She smiled, admiring my muscular physique, and

stroked my penis through my pants. I was burning with desire, and I scooped her up in my arms and strode into the bedroom.

I placed her on the bed and pounced on her, showering her with kisses. Then I sat up, loosened her bra, and for the

first time, experienced a woman's breasts up close. There was only a small bedside lamp in the room, its light dim, but at that moment,

it perfectly set the atmosphere. I breathed heavily, gazing at her proud breasts. I'm quite knowledgeable about women's

breast sizes, and I'd guess hers was a 36D. The nipples and areolas were pink

.

I touched them. Ah! The feel! So soft and elastic—no wonder women's breasts are

so attractive to men! I leaned down and began licking her nipples, and she reacted enthusiastically, moaning softly.

Those moans only fueled my arousal. After licking for a few more minutes, I released her nipples, got up, and took off my shorts.

Then I took off her panties. She cooperated by lifting her hips, allowing me to pull them off. Her pubic hair was thick,

completely covering her crotch. The lighting was dim, and I couldn't see her genitals clearly. But based on my

experience watching porn, I groped around, trying to touch her labia and clitoris. Although my fingers were clumsy, it was

effective soon, my fingers felt increasingly slippery, indicating that her vaginal fluid was beginning to overflow. I

couldn't wait any longer, so I climbed on top of her and started pressing my penis against her vulva. My penis rubbed against the outside of her vulva a few times; it was slippery,

but because of the pubic hair, the friction on the glans wasn't very comfortable. I started to reduce the range of motion. Ge Chunlei

noticed, and then she started to wriggle. Suddenly, I felt a heat on the glans, as if my penis was being enveloped by something

. Had I entered her vagina? I looked down to see, but couldn't see clearly. So I looked up and

stared at Ge Chunlei.

"Move!?" Ge Chunlei looked at me strangely.

Now I was sure I was inside, and excited, I started thrusting vigorously. I used too much force, and on

the second thrust, it came out of my vagina. I frantically tried to put it back in, but couldn't find it,

feeling incredibly embarrassed. Ge Chunlei noticed my predicament, reached out and held it, then pushed it back into her vagina. "Gently

, slowly," she instructed. I took a deep breath and began to move rhythmically.

Ge Chunlei seemed to be enjoying it, soon moaning "Ah, ah!" I felt like I was in heaven; I never

imagined sex could be so pleasurable, much better than masturbation. No wonder heroes have always found it hard to resist a beautiful woman! I

maintained a steady rhythm, and after a while, I felt my glans becoming increasingly stimulating, and the base of my penis tightening.

I felt like I was about to ejaculate! I quickly stopped and took a deep breath. She saw I was about to reach my limit and quickly said, "Be careful to pull out before you

ejaculate, don't ejaculate inside!"

I nodded to indicate I understood. When the sensation subsided, I continued my assault. This time, I lasted

even less. Only a little over two minutes, and the sensation returned. This time I pulled my penis out, lay on top of her,

and adjusted my breathing. When the sensation weakened again, I held my penis and pushed it back into her. "Don't hold back this time, just ejaculate

! But be sure to pull out in time!" Ge Chunlei said. I relaxed and thrust in again.

In just over a minute, the urge to ejaculate returned. This time I couldn't hold back, quickening my pace with a dozen or so thrusts,

then abruptly pulled out my penis, slapped it twice with my hand, and hot semen gushed out. The furthest spray landed on her breasts,

the rest scattered on her lower abdomen and pubic hair. I fully enjoyed the pleasure of ejaculation, and Ge Chunlei continued to moan,

matching my climax…

The storm subsided. We lay naked on the bed, Ge Chunlei nestled in my arms, stroking my firm

chest muscles. Suddenly, she smiled and asked, "You seem a bit inexperienced?"

I stammered for a while, then finally mustered the courage to say, "I—this is—my first time."

She looked at me with sudden realization, then smiled and touched my face: "No wonder!"

Then, before I could react, she leaned down and took my penis into her mouth.

I was stunned by this sudden action, my body trembling violently. My God! I never imagined that tonight, I would

not only have sex with a woman for the first time, but also experience blowjobs for the first time. I had only seen it in porn before, and

from reading comments from other people online, I knew that blowjobs were pleasurable, but I never thought I would experience it firsthand! So, I relaxed

my muscles , half-lying back on the bed, and began to savor this unparalleled pleasure. Although I had just finished a major battle,

perhaps because I was experiencing forbidden fruit for the first time and was still not satisfied, my penis quickly became erect. Although I had tried masturbating twice before

, it always took a long time to get hard the second time, but this time it was instantaneous. I watched her

rise and fall against my lower body, her large breasts sometimes brushing against my thighs. I felt a tingling

, numbness in my bones, disoriented. Ge Chunlei not only used her mouth but also constantly licked my glans with her tongue in circles. Every now and then,

she would thrust hard into the base of my penis, burying the entire shaft in her mouth. I could even feel it hitting her throat. She

became faster and more intense, and I felt increasingly unable to resist. Finally, just before ejaculation, the last

vestige of made me want to remind her. So I shouted, "I'm coming!"

But she didn't care at all and continued to hold my penis in her mouth. I finally reached my climax, my lower abdomen tightened, and

my semen gushed out. Ge Chunlei let the semen overflow in her mouth, continuing to massage my glans with her tongue, stimulating me

to moan loudly. After a while, when the last twitch of my penis stopped, I heard her make a sound in her throat,

swallowing with a "gulp," before releasing my penis, tilting her head back and smiling at me. She mischievously opened her mouth and stuck

out her tongue, indicating that she had swallowed the semen. I was completely mesmerized, staring at her blankly, unsure

what to say . She, on the other hand, stood up easily, took a napkin to wipe her mouth, leaned over and asked me a question,

saying in a low voice, "This is compensation for giving me your virginity. Although I also give my husband oral sex,

today is the first time I've tasted a man's semen. Aren't we even?" She smiled faintly, exuding endless charm.

I stared at her body, seemingly not hearing anything.

Chapter Three: The Landlady

Edmonton winters are very harsh. The temperature consistently hovers between minus ten and twenty degrees Celsius, and can drop to minus

thirty when it snows. Fortunately, the houses are heated, so it's not cold inside. Ge Chunlei's husband finally got

his visa and came to reunite with her before Christmas. That night between us became a secret between us.

The first couple of days were a bit awkward in the lab due to the tuition reduction, but after a few days, we

were laughing and joking as if nothing had happened.

In January 2006, the new semester began. Although there were still a few courses to take,

the experience of the previous semester made this semester much easier. Under the guise of attending classes, I wasn't in a rush to work on my advisor's research, and I

had plenty of free time in the evenings. I used the money I'd saved over the past six months to buy a laptop, and I'd spend my evenings surfing the internet,

playing games, and posting on the adult forum. Sometimes I'd chat with Xia Bin, and life was quite pleasant.

A new student joined the lab named Caroleyn, a Canadian from Ontario pursuing

her master's degree.

She was rather short, probably only 1.6 meters, but quite cute. She had an oval face, thin eyebrows, big eyes, blonde hair

tied , a full figure, thick arms and legs, and skin tanned slightly bronze from the sun—she was clearly a...

She's a sports enthusiast. Later, I learned she was a hockey player and even made

the Canadian One reason she came here to study was that she was hired as

an assistant coach for the hockey team at the University of Alberta. Canadian universities are truly places where hidden talents abound!

In early March, the weather was still very cold, which was quite unusual for someone from the south like me. One afternoon,

class ended early, and there wasn't much to do in the lab. Looking at the time, it was not yet three o'clock, so I decided to go home early,

hoping to take a nap.

My basement apartment and the landlord's apartment upstairs have separate entrances, so I rarely see the landlord,

only exchanging a few words at the end of the month when I pay rent. The landlady sometimes comes down to do laundry (because the washing machine is

downstairs), so I see her more often. However, every time I see the landlady, she's only wearing a lace-trimmed slip

dress , sometimes with a bra, sometimes not, her small breasts heaving there, making my teeth itch. Several times

when I masturbate, I've fantasized about her. My landlady doesn't go to work, and I wonder

what she's doing . Lost in thought, I reached my door and unlocked it.

Seeing my shoes on the floor, I realized Xia Bin was home. Shouldn't he be at school all day? Fine! Since he's home,

I'll drag him online to play Warcraft with me! I took off my shoes and rushed to his room, knocked, and

turned the doorknob. We're pretty close, and we're always this casual.

But what I saw inside stunned me: Xia Bin and my landlady, Bai Jing, were naked in bed, Bai Jing

being ravaged by Xia Bin. They were also startled by my sudden entrance, staring at me blankly.

The air froze. A few seconds later, I snapped out of it, quickly closed the door, went back to my room,

grabbed a glass of water from the table, and gulped it down, my heart pounding. I never expected this! Xia Bin and I had

mentioned my landlady more than once in our conversations. We both agreed she was a stunner. Xia Bin especially mentioned

that Bai Jing was incredibly seductive, and that with just a little trickery, she would definitely fall for him. I thought he was just joking at the time,

but I didn't expect him to be serious. I felt a little annoyed with him: he didn't even remember to include me in such a good thing!

Just then, Xia Bin appeared at my door, shirtless and wearing only shorts. Our eyes met, and he looked a little

embarrassed, blushing as he said, "Hey buddy, you're back early today?"

"Likewise," I replied irritably.

His face turned even redder, and after a few seconds of silence, he looked up and said, "What happened today—what you saw—can you please

not tell anyone?"

"Don't worry, I'll keep it a secret. But you have to tell the truth, when did you two start?"

"Two months ago. —The week the landlord went to America on a business trip—we—we started."

"I'm asking you: aren't we good buddies?"

"Yes," he said in a low voice.

"Then why did you keep it from me, why didn't you let me know about it?"

Xia Bin was a smart man; hearing this, he understood that I was blaming him for not sharing with me. He hesitated

for a moment, then said, "Dude, of course we should share the good times. Would I hide it from you? But

this concerns other people, doesn't it? She's a girl, after all, the fewer people who know about this, the better, right?

But you're not an outsider, we all know each other. I'll go ask her and see what she thinks, okay?" With that,

he turned and went back to his room.

It seemed he was going to discuss it with Bai Jing. I foresaw what the outcome would be: first,

it wouldn't matter to Xia Bin, she wasn't his wife; second, since Bai Jing was such a vixen, it didn't matter

if

with her; third, dragging me in was the best way to shut me up. Sure enough, a moment later, Xia Bin returned, smiling, "The landlady invites you over." I smiled knowingly, stood up casually, and followed him

back into his room.

The room was a mess. Bai Jing lay sprawled on the bed, the blanket pulled over her body. There were a few clothes on the floor

, several condoms scattered on the desk, and a pink

bra . When she saw us come in, she pulled the blanket over her chest and sat up, flashing

a sweet smile, saying, "Kang Fan, I'm sorry I startled you earlier. Actually, we're both adults, this kind of thing

isn't strange, is it? As long as we don't let outsiders know, there's nothing we can't discuss!"

I understood, of course, that she meant not letting the landlady know, and readily agreed, "Of course, I

've never considered the landlady an outsider. But some things are naturally best left unsaid."

Bai Jing smiled, her eyes crinkling, "That's good! Actually, we all come from different parts of the country, it's fate that we're all under this

roof . Let's be honest with each other and get closer in the future!"

I thought to myself: Beautiful lady, you really know how to sweet-talk. He went along with it, speaking in a flirtatious tone, "Yes,

yes, I'm here to be completely honest with my landlady!" As he spoke, he began to pretend to take off his clothes.

She chuckled, not stopping me, but saying, "Call me Bai Jing,

you can call me Jingjing in private. Don't call me landlady anymore."

This clearly meant we shouldn't worry about her being a married woman and could eat as much as we wanted.

Why should we be polite! I quickly stripped off my clothes, revealing my firm muscles and semi-erect

penis.

Bai Jing looked at my body with a fascinated expression. She loosened her grip, and the blanket slipped down, revealing

her alluring body. Compared to Ge Chunlei, her breasts were much smaller, I estimated it to be a 34B.

But a woman's beautiful face can compensate for many things. Beneath her beautiful face, even an ordinary

body seemed so attractive.

Xia Bin, beside me, also took off his shorts, grabbed a condom from the desk, and put it on. I also

got one for my younger brother. After all, I didn't know much about Bai Jing and Xia Bin; what if they had

some kind of illness? Better safe than sorry. We walked up to her. She sat on the edge of the bed, holding Xia Bin's

penis in her left hand and mine in her right, and began to give us a blowjob in turn. Looking at Bai Jing up close, she was even more radiant. Her skin

was fair and delicate, her hair flowing, and a small mole on the inside of her left breast seemed to be inviting you in. Her face

was lightly made up, her long eyelashes curled upwards, and she exuded a subtle fragrance of skincare products. And she was giving a blowjob...

His technique was extraordinary. Even through the condom, I could still feel the intense friction between her tongue and mouth.

Xia Bin, having been interrupted, quickly became aroused. Bai Jing climbed onto the bed,

supporting herself with her hands and knees, head towards the headboard, buttocks raised high. Xia Bin stood at the foot of the bed, one hand supporting

her buttocks, the other guiding his penis into Bai Jing's vagina from behind. Bai Jing let out a soft cry and began to sway with Xia Bin's

movements .

Of course, I couldn't just stand by and watch. I climbed onto the bed, leaning against the headboard, spreading my legs, displaying my penis

in front of her. She bent down and continued to give me oral sex. Xia Bin seemed to be enjoying it; although she was sucking on my

penis was still occasionally letting out unclear moans. After a few minutes, Xia Bin suddenly sped up his movements, his body

trembling violently, and Bai Jing could no longer hold my penis, so she had to let go. A moment later, Xia Bin yelled, pulled out

his penis, removed the condom, and his semen gushed out, dripping onto her buttocks. "Ah! Ah! So hot

! So comfortable!" Bai Jing moaned in sync with Xia Bin's orgasm. After ejaculating, Xia Bin slumped to the ground,

covered in sweat and panting heavily.

It was my turn. I got out of bed and walked to where Xia Bin had been. Bai Jing grabbed a few

tissues , wiped the semen off her buttocks, and tossed them on the floor. I carefully examined Bai Jing's genitals. Ha!

Her genitals were shaved! The front triangle wasn't completely shaved, just trimmed.

But the hair on her labia majora was shaved clean, without a single stubble. The thick labia majora clasped the pink

labia minora.

Because she had just been penetrated, the labia minora were still open, and the small flesh at the vaginal opening trembled there, alluring. There was a lot of hair above

her anus ; it seemed that area had too many folds to shave. Okay! "Enjoy it while you can!" I grabbed

my penis and thrust it into her hot vagina.

"Ah—ah—so good!" Bai Jing moaned incessantly.

Since the last time, I had been reflecting on my experiences and lessons learned. So, a few months later, I was much

more . More importantly, I wasn't as nervous as the first time. I moved faster and slower, shallower and deeper,

occasionally circling inside her. Bai Jing was so aroused

that

she was overflowing with juices; I could hear the splashing sound when my body hit her buttocks. It was really exciting, and she suddenly stopped. "What's wrong?" I asked in surprise.

"I want to get on top." With that, she sat up and pulled me onto the bed. She mounted me and easily

put my penis back in. Then she began to move up and down violently, making the bed creak

, and her breasts swayed with her movements. I was captivated and raised my head to lick her nipples.

"Ah! So good—don't stop—" she cried out, even more excited.

I simply used both hands to bring her breasts together, and began to lick them wildly, left and right. Bai Jing's

whole body trembled; she had fallen into a state of frenzy. Under her rapid movements, I also reached orgasm, and the urge to ejaculate

grew stronger and stronger. I originally wanted to stop her and then ask to ejaculate on her face, but the situation at that time did

not allow me to do so. Her vaginal fluid had already soaked my pubic hair, and her vagina quietly gripped my penis. I only felt

a pulsation in my penis, and my semen gushed out. Of course, it was all contained by the condom. She felt my pulsation and

also reached orgasm, throwing her head back and letting out a long howl. Even through the condom, I could feel the heat on my glans; she must have ejaculated

vaginal fluid as well.

After a long while, she, who had been limp on top of me, got up, covered in sweat and panting heavily. She leaned over and gave

me a sweet kiss. Then she hugged Xia Bin and said sweetly, "You two are great!"

"I know that," Xia Bin teased. I said nothing, playing with Bai Jing's hair,

my emotions churning: I never imagined my second time having sex would be a threesome, and my first two sexual experiences were with married women.

Could this really be fate?

Chapter Four: My First Time as a Teaching Assistant

After that incident, as I calmed down, the more I thought about it, the more uneasy I felt. Bai Jing was clearly a promiscuous woman.

This kind of thing would be discovered by the landlord sooner or later. Rather than being kicked out by the landlord with a knife, I

might as leave now. Not long after, I asked the landlord to let me go. Bai Jing came down to see me several times, reluctant

to leave, so I had to lie to her, saying that I was going back to China for a few months during the summer vacation and couldn't pay the rent for nothing. I left her a

QQ number that I rarely used and promised to contact her later. Xia Bin continued to be very close to her, and she was genuinely

attracted to Xia Bin's appearance, so she gradually stopped paying attention to me.

April finally arrived, and spring was in full bloom. I rented a room in a three-bedroom apartment near the school.

The other two tenants were also graduate students at the University of Alberta. One of them, Tao Qi, was also in the biology department, and

his lab wasn't far from mine. He had rented the apartment and then sublet it; what we call

a "sub-landlord" here.

The old technician in the lab was retiring. The boss hired two new technicians, both women. One

was Chinese, named Zhang Mei, middle-aged, slightly plump, and very well-dressed; you could tell she must have been a

striking . The other was Canadian, named Hearter, a recent undergraduate graduate, about

a year younger than me.

She had short, slightly wavy blonde hair with a headband, and a particularly high nose that gave her a playful look. Her nose and cheeks

were dotted with freckles, but they didn't detract from her beauty. She wasn't tall, but she had a good figure,

with curves in all the right places. Unlike some women who have excessively large breasts or hips, making them appear somewhat disproportionate, she had a beautiful figure. With

such a beauty in the lab, along with Carolin and Ge Chunlei, the lab suddenly felt like a springtime paradise.

One day in late April, I was working in the lab chatting with Heater when

my boss came in and said, "Kevin, there's another summer course in May and June, it's a lab course. I

'll be in charge this year, and we need a teaching assistant. Are you interested?"

"Sure!" I readily agreed. You see, being a teaching assistant is the easiest way to make money. Not much work, and $5,000 for one

course —why not? Besides, I was very confident in my English, and it was just a lab

course; I felt I could handle it.

In early May, I became a teaching assistant for the first time. There were sixteen students in the class, all second-year undergraduates.

The one who caught my attention the most was a Chinese girl named Shen Xiaolan, who was very pretty and charming. She had long hair…

Her hair fell to below her waist; she had fair skin and a tall, slender figure. Although her bust and hips were on the smaller side, she had the typical

figure of a Chinese woman. Although she wore gold-rimmed glasses, it didn't detract from her beauty; instead, it accentuated

her quiet demeanor. She was usually quiet, often engrossed in her experiments while others engaged in lively discussions. I chatted with her

privately , and we gradually became acquainted, learning more about her. It turned out she was

from Jiangsu, two years younger than me, and had originally studied at Suzhou University. Two years ago, she immigrated to Canada with her parents. Because

her English wasn't good, she started from the first year of undergraduate studies. She had no problem with tests or experiments.

Writing papers was also manageable, but she dreaded thesis proposals and oral exams; she couldn't speak properly.

No wonder was usually so quiet.

Her academic performance wasn't ideal, partly due to the language barrier, but also because less than a year after immigrating,

her mother was diagnosed with severe nephritis, unable to work and required indefinite recuperation in a heavy hospital. Her family relied solely

on her father's income. Her tuition was covered by student loans. So, besides studying, she had to

work to support herself and do housework to care for her mother. It was unbelievable that such a frail woman had to bear

such a heavy burden; it truly made me feel that fate was unfair.

To make matters worse, the course she chose, besides experiments and reports, included an oral exam at the end,

accounting for 30% of her grade. I felt sorry for her situation, so I tried to help her as much as possible. I gave her extra guidance during experiments,

had her email me her reports for revisions before submission, often gave her extra tutoring, and sometimes allowed her

to go home early before finishing her experiments. She was quite grateful for my help.

One afternoon in late June, I was sitting in my office grading lab reports. The students

' final oral exams were the next afternoon. That morning, I had just received the professors' topics via email and glanced at them; some were easy,

some difficult. Most should be fine, but what about Shen Xiaolan? I felt a little worried for her.

A knock came at the door. I opened it and saw Shen Xiaolan. I let her in and

asked with concern, "How's your review going? Is there anything you want to ask me?"

She glanced around the office and asked, "Are you alone?"

"Yes, just me. There was supposed to be a South African postdoctoral fellow there, but he went to a conference in San Diego this week. Don't be

shy." I pulled up a chair for her.

She was wearing a light yellow dress and wasn't wearing her glasses, which made her look even more pretty. She sat down,

put her bag on her lap, lowered her head, and remained silent.

"What's wrong? Is there something you need?" I tilted my head, trying to see her expression.

She hesitated for a moment, then finally looked up and said in a voice as sweet as a nightingale's, "Kevin, I need

your help."

"Uh, no problem, as long as I can do it, I'll definitely help you! Tell me, what do you need my help with?"

"Could you—tell—me—the—oral—exam—topic?" she said, her voice choked with emotion.

My head suddenly felt like it was doubling in size. Oh my god! If the school finds out I leaked the exam questions,

I'll be kicked out immediately. And no school will accept me; I'll have to go back home and

become a "sea turtle" (a term for someone who returns from overseas studies but studies abroad). Everyone else who returns from overseas studies does so with great fanfare, but if I go back without even a master's degree

, I'll be utterly humiliated. How will I explain it to my parents? No, the risk is too great! I absolutely cannot agree. Having made up my mind,

I took a deep breath and pretended to be relaxed, saying, "Well—I'm afraid you'll be disappointed.

I can only get the exam questions before tomorrow's oral exam; they're still with the professor!"

"You're lying to me!" she stared at me, certain.

"I'm not!" My gaze involuntarily shifted away.

"You didn't answer immediately after I made my request, and you avoided looking at me when you said those things just now. And you still say

you're not lying to me?" She suddenly became aggressive.

I was a little embarrassed and angry, and said angrily, "Okay! I do have the test questions, but I can't give them to you! Do you know

what the consequences are if others find out? I can help you with things you don't understand, but I

absolutely !"

"Only the two of us know about this, how could anyone else know?!"

"How could they not know!" I stood up abruptly, "Tomorrow when you go for the oral exam,

you'll answer all the professor's questions fluently, completely different from your usual self, and people will definitely be suspicious. The students all see us

together often, so naturally they'll think of something!"

"During the oral exam, I'll definitely pretend that I've never heard these questions before, and I guarantee I'll answer them fluently,

isn't ?" She looked up at me.

"No means no!" I raised my voice, "In the end, what good will this do me?!"

As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted them. This was clearly an attempt to negotiate with her, but I

didn't . She was speechless for a moment, remained silent for a long time, her face flushed, and suddenly stood up abruptly. I

thought she was going to storm out. Unexpectedly, she put her schoolbag on the ground, then turned around, reached behind her neck

, and unzipped her dress. With a flick of her shoulder, the dress slipped down to her lower body. She stepped out from under the dress,

picked it up, and placed it on a chair. Her waist-length hair covered most of her body, but her flawless white skin was still visible through

the gaps . She was wearing a flesh-colored bra and matching lace-trimmed

panties. She slowly turned to face me, her eyes brimming with tears, and whispered, “Because of my language

skills , my grades have always been poor. Thanks to your help this time, I finally have a chance to get an A in this course. —I’m

so afraid of messing up the oral exam—I haven’t been sleeping well these past two days. Could you—help me this one last time?

I’m begging you. My health…it’s up to you…of course, if you absolutely refuse to give me the exam questions—I

won’t blame you. Consider it my way of thanking you—for your help and care these past two months.”

This series of actions and words caught me completely off guard. I was suddenly at a loss, unsure of what to do. People

are strange sometimes: when things are going well, they want to possess every beautiful woman they see, but when the time

comes , they often back down. Seeing her pitiful appearance, my heart softened instantly. I

rushed to the computer, printed out the oral exam questions as quickly as possible, folded them, grabbed her dress from the chair,

stuffed the exam questions and dress into her arms, then turned around and said, "You haven't come to see me, and you've never seen me before."

"This is the exam paper. Hurry up and get dressed! It won't be good if someone comes in!"

Unexpectedly, she didn't leave. Instead, she hugged me from behind. I was startled and turned to look at her.

I saw two lines of tears streaming down her face, and her voice trembled as she said, "You lied to me again! When I first came in, you said

someone else was in a meeting and it was just you. Now you're saying you're afraid someone will come in. Do you really hate me that much?"

My heart melted completely. I turned around and hugged her, saying gently, "How could I hate you? It would be abnormal for any man not to like

a !"

"Pfft." She laughed through her tears, pressing her chest against mine softly, "Thank you for the compliment—and thank you

for everything you've done for me. Now, can I do something for you?"

I really couldn't bear to possess such a lovely girl in this situation. I said harshly, "Go back and study

! The exam is tomorrow. "

She looked up, pouting and widening her eyes, and said urgently, "So you still hate me?!" A

sudden realization dawned on me. She wasn't just offering herself to me to thank me; she had fallen in love with me,

the one who had always helped her! How could I be indifferent when a beauty has feelings for someone? I raised my hands in surrender and said,

"Okay, okay, Miss, I give up. From now on, you're in charge, alright?" She

flashed a radiant smile, gently pushing me to sit down in the chair. She turned and put the exam questions into

her bag, then took out a bottle of water, took a sip, and then a small cushion. She placed it on the floor in front of my chair, knelt

on it, and reached out to unzip my pants. I obligingly reached for the zipper, but she

slapped my hand away, giving me a seductive glare, signaling me not to touch it. I dared not move. She gently unbuttoned

and unzipped my pants, pulling them down from my thighs to my ankles, revealing my throbbing penis. She

gently grasped it, bent down, and slowly sucked it into her mouth. Her long hair cascaded

down , brushing against the inside of my thighs, sending shivers of pleasure through me.

Her oral skills couldn't compare to Ge Chunlei or Bai Jing. Her teeth would occasionally touch the glans, and she

barely . But this only showed that she wasn't very experienced in this area; even if she had sexual experience, it was probably very limited.

Thinking of this made me even more... She seemed both adorable and pitiful. My penis gradually hardened in her mouth, finally becoming

a towering pillar.

After a while, she stood up, unhooked her bra, took it off, and then removed her panties.

A delicate and exquisite body was revealed before me. The phrase "flawless jade" perfectly described this beauty from Jiangnan

. Her radiant skin and slender figure were captivating at first sight. Her breasts were small and delicate, with

pink nipples adorning tiny areolas, like cherries touched by dew. Looking down, her abdomen

was flat as if carved by a knife, and her waist was slender and graceful. Her pubic hair was not thick, short and curly, and her thighs were tightly closed, making

her vulva difficult to see. I had read elsewhere that the wider a woman's thighs were spread, the more sexual experience she had;

it was clear that Shen Xiaolan's experience was limited.

I stood up, pulled her into my arms, and kissed her passionately. She closed her eyes tightly, her breathing rapid, responding fervently

. My hand moved to her breasts and gently pressed them. "Ah!" She gasped softly, but my lips

immediately sealed hers. My hand continued its downward journey, passing under her lower abdomen and reaching her pubic area. When my

hand touched her private parts, I felt her whole body tremble slightly. I knelt down, gently parted her legs, and

examined her vulva. It was the most beautiful vulva I had ever seen: the color of her labia majora blended seamlessly with her skin,

her labia minora and clitoris were pink, and her clitoris was neither covered by the labia minora nor protruding

like . The entire shape was as perfect as described in a textbook. I glanced up

at her; her face was flushed, she looked at me briefly, then closed her eyes again, her lips slightly parted, her hands behind her back,

bracing the table, looking very nervous. My heart was filled with desire, and I used my fingers to part her labia majora and minora, sticking out my tongue to tease her

clitoris.

"Ah—" she gasped. I knew I couldn't rush things, because this might be her first time having a man

lick that area, and it was my first time giving a woman oral sex. So I tried to recall

the scenes I'd seen in porn, and then gently, little by little, slowly and rhythmically licked her clitoris. Gradually, that

area became more and more slippery, and her juices began to flow. After licking for a while, I felt she was getting into it,

so I stood up, gently hugged her, and whispered in her ear, "I'm going in."

She nodded shyly. I had her turn around, put her hands on the table, face away from me, and spread her

legs. I held my penis, aimed it at her opening, and slowly pushed it in. These past few days, I'd learned a lot about sex

, and I knew I couldn't rush things at first, or I'd easily hurt her, so I only inserted the head. But

even so, it was a huge stimulation for Shen Xiaolan. She took a deep breath and jerked her head up.

She wanted to make a sound, but then held it back.

"Don't be afraid, relax." "Scream if you want to." I gently stroked her smooth, jade-like back. She slightly

closed her head. I first rotated my penis around the outside of her vagina, giving it ample stimulation. When I felt it was about right, I slowly

penetrated deeper, finally reaching the very core.

"Ah!" she finally cried out. Now that the fire was lit, I wanted it to burn thoroughly. I stopped being careful

and began a rapid, relentless assault. During this time, I noticed that no blood was flowing from her vagina.

It seemed Shen Xiaolan wasn't a virgin. But this made me feel even more relaxed; at least I didn't feel any sense of responsibility towards

Madam or any moral obligation.

Shen Xiaolan endured wave after wave of my thrusts, the stimulation causing her to become increasingly confused. Sometimes she would

let out a few cries , sometimes they were suppressed in her throat. My penis

roamed back and forth between her not-so-full, but equally shapely and alluring breasts and buttocks, finding endless pleasure in it.

My penis began to itch, and then the base began to tighten. I knew my climax was approaching. I leaned over and asked,

"Did you ejaculate?" She was speechless, only nodding. I wanted her to see my magnificent figure as I ejaculated,

especially the beautiful undulation of my six-pack abs, so I pulled out my penis, turned her around, and held it against

her upper abdomen. After a few gentle thrusts, semen gushed out like a fountain from the head of my penis, some landing on my

hand as I held it, and some between her breasts. She was captivated, reaching out to hook her arms around my neck and hugging me tightly.

I stopped... and everything returned to calm. Shen Xiaolan and I got dressed again. I saw her to the door, all the way to

the elevator . Before the elevator came up, I reminded her, "Study hard tonight, and remember to call me. Let's do a

mock exam first."

"Okay."

The elevator came up, and I patted her back a few times, watching her go downstairs. Before the elevator doors closed, I

suddenly had a mischievous idea: "When are we going to review the lesson we just learned?"

"You're so annoying!" She glared at me, embarrassed, but seeing my funny face, she burst out laughing,

her shyness boundless.

Chapter Five: Summer Heartbreak

Shen Xiaolan passed the oral exam easily the next day. Although the professors found it a little strange, they didn't

suspect anything. Two days later, my boss asked me to check the final scores to see if there were any objections. Of course, I only paid attention to

Xiaolan's score, and when I saw that she had indeed gotten an A, I was secretly delighted. As soon as I left my boss's office, I

couldn't wait to call her and tell her the good news. On the other end of the phone, she was as happy as a lark.

The next day at noon, I picked up Xiaolan, who worked at Tim Hortons (

a famous

, carrying a bouquet of flowers. A little while later, I saw her emerge from the store in casual clothes. I went up to her and handed her the flowers. She took them, smiled sweetly, took my arm,

and we walked side-by-side towards a restaurant a few blocks away. That's how we officially began dating.

After a few weeks together, I fell deeply in love with this intelligent and kind-hearted girl. She was well-mannered,

poised, and always spoke softly to everyone, never losing her temper, unlike many girls born in the 1980s who are spoiled and

arrogant. Perhaps due to her family background, she was simple and hardworking, yet

generous. We talked about everything, discovering we shared similar interests and had a lot in common. She

was very understanding; sometimes, she knew what I wanted to do or meant with just a gesture. And I,

too, felt an indescribable peace when I was with her; sometimes, just holding her hand felt like a spiritual connection.

I knew I had found the love of my life.

At the end of July, we joined a tour group to Jasper National Park, a three-hour drive from Edmonton, for

a three-day, two-night trip. Xiaolan naturally told her family she was traveling alone. So, we followed the tour group,

enjoying the scenery during the day and spending our nights in tender companionship, spending the happiest three days of our lives.

One mid-August day, we took a long-distance bus to Calgary, a three-hour drive south,

to watch the annual fireworks display. On the bus, I noticed she seemed a little distracted and not as talkative and cheerful

as .

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" I asked with concern.

"Nothing, maybe I didn't sleep well last night."

"Come on, want to lean on me and sleep for a while?" I patted my shoulder.

"Okay." She turned her head, rested her head on my shoulder, and closed her eyes.

When we arrived in Calgary, we found the shuttle bus for the fireworks display and were taken to the park. The fireworks display wouldn't start until

dark, so we found a patch of grass, spread out a blanket, and sat huddled together, waiting for nightfall. I noticed

she seemed preoccupied and asked if she was alright, but she firmly shook her head. So, I remained silent, still somewhat

doubtful .

Night fell, and after a brief introduction, the fireworks display began. Watching the fireworks firsthand was a wonderful experience,

and the atmosphere was vibrant. Exclamations and applause frequently erupted from the audience. I was completely absorbed; although I knew a thirty-

minute fireworks display was quite impressive, I still felt a lingering sense

of unfinished business when the last spark disappeared into the night sky.

I turned to look at Xiaolan and saw that her face was wet with tears!

"What's wrong? Lanlan? Why are you crying?" I asked in alarm. "It's all my fault. I was so focused on watching

the fireworks that I didn't pay attention to you. Don't be angry, okay?"

"Wah—" she sobbed, burying her face in my arms. I was at a loss, and could only pat her

back. After crying for a long time, she stopped sobbing, looked up at me with teary eyes, and choked out, "Kang Fan, I

have something to tell you, but you have to promise me you won't get too emotional after hearing it."

I nodded reluctantly, sensing that something bad was about to happen.

She took my hand, blinked, and her eyelashes were still wet with tears. "A week ago, my dad's company decided

to close its Edmonton branch and move back to its Toronto headquarters. Employees who wanted to go back to Toronto would get

a 10% raise; those who didn't would get a severance package. My parents discussed it for several days, and finally decided to go to

Toronto . You know it's not easy to find a job these days, and my dad is the breadwinner of the family, so he can't just stay here.

What if he can't find a job? But what about me? At first, I wanted to stay here, but I can't!

First , staying here would be an extra expense in terms of rent and living costs, increasing the burden on the family; second, and more

importantly, if I stay, who will take care of my mom?"

It was true; since her mother became seriously ill, Xiaolan had been taking care of all the cooking and housework.

If she doesn't go to Toronto, and her family can't afford a nanny, things will definitely fall apart.

Xiaolan wiped her red eyes and nose with a tissue and continued, "So I've been thinking about it repeatedly these past few days, and

last night I finally made up my mind to go to Toronto with them."

"What about your studies?" I asked.

"I can transfer my credits to the University of Toronto and continue studying there. So, we

'll be ."

"So soon!" I was taken aback.

"Yes, Kangfan, I didn't want to tell you, but I had to. I hope you understand."

"I can!" I held her hand tightly. "Wherever you go, I'll be with you. I'll go to Toronto

with !"

"Thank you for your kindness, Kangfan. But you know you have a student visa, and to go to Toronto you have to apply to

a school there first, which also means all your time here will be wasted. I can't keep you here like this;

it would make my conscience uneasy."

"I'd do anything for you!" I said excitedly.

"Kangfan, calm down. You have parents too. If they knew you were giving up your studies here like this..."

"If you go to another school and start all over again, what will they think? So, you should stay here."

"That's fine too. I'll come to see you after I finish my studies in two years," I said firmly.

"How can you be so sure about the future? Just like when I came to Canada two years ago, how

could I have imagined sitting here with you watching fireworks today? Kang Fan, listen to me. You're a good boy, smart,

kind-hearted, and gentle. I'm so glad I met you. But if we continue our

relationship , just the feeling of not being able to see each other every day and missing each other will be unbearable for me. So, Kang Fan,

please forgive my weakness and selfishness, let's break up!"

This was the last thing I wanted to hear. My mind went blank, and I felt like the world was spinning. "Okay,

okay, we can still be lovers! We can meet online sometimes, and I'll come

to see you during the holidays!" I said urgently.

"We'll both be very busy, how can we always be this relaxed?" "Maintaining a relationship like this

is too exhausting . Long-distance relationships never work out."

"I don't believe it! You watch so many TV dramas, don't they all show us the power of love?"

"Don't be silly, that's just acting. In real life, time and distance can heal everything." She

said softly, "I had a boyfriend at Soochow University. We made vows of eternal love before I went abroad. I gave him

my virginity." Her expression darkened, and she continued, "And what happened? At first, we wrote every day, then he

was busy, and I was busy, so we started writing every other day. Later, it was every five days, then once a week, then once every ten days.

Finally— " She paused, "You can imagine how busy I was after I went to Toronto.

How could I possibly keep you company online every day? Kang Fan, I'm so sorry, please forgive me. I'm

a fragile and selfish person." "After she finished speaking, she cried again.

My heart shattered completely. I didn't want to break up, I wanted to push her a little further, but how could I bear

to do that ? I could only press her head tightly against my chest, and unconsciously sob.

After a long while, she raised her head, wiped away my tears, and said softly, 'Don't be sad, take care of yourself. Although our

time together was short, these days were the happiest of my life. Now that we're parting, I'll give you a poem,

Xu Zhimo 's "By Chance," as a testament to our time together:

'I am a cloud in the sky, occasionally casting my shadow on your heart's waves.

You need not be surprised, nor need you rejoice, for in an instant, my trace vanishes.

You and I met on the sea of night, you have your direction, I have mine.

Whether you remember or forget, it's best if you forget, in the moment of our meeting, the light we shared.'

My vision blurred again with tears…

At midnight, we boarded the long-distance bus back to Edmonton. The bus was silent; most of the passengers were

asleep . We remained silent as well, not uttering a single word." Everything that just happened is still

vivid in my mind; I can almost see the fireworks exploding before my eyes; I can almost smell the gunpowder in my nose; I can almost hear Nicky Wu's

powerful voice echoing in my ears: "

I always inadvertently wander into the forest of sorrow time and time again.

A love I thought was dormant is awakened again in the middle of the night

…

Always wanting to have something again after losing it, if only time could turn back.

That fireworks display in the night sky, reflected in your eyes, did it stir up long-buried memories?

Always wanting to turn back after parting, no matter how lonely the waiting may be.

That fireworks display in the night sky, reflected in my heart, is endless and eternal."

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