【Little Angels (1-2)】

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(I)

During the Lunar New Year, with nothing to do, staying home and watching TV was enough to while away the whole day. Just

when I was feeling bored, I suddenly received a phone call from a friend I hadn't contacted in a long time.

Calling her a friend is an understatement; she was more like a neighbor. Our acquaintance was purely accidental,

and it happened eight or nine years ago. I remember it was a rainy day. I was a freshman in high school then,

and I had arranged to meet a friend at the MRT station. It just so happened that a heavy rain started, so I brought two umbrellas to lend to my friend.

As I walked through the alley, I encountered her standing on the arcade, looking helplessly at the pouring rain on the street. She was wearing a slightly

transparent white school shirt and a black skirt, and she looked at me timidly. Perhaps it was a sudden, unspoken understanding, but

I figured it wouldn't hurt to be a good person, so I asked her, "You didn't bring an umbrella? I have an extra one,

why don't you lend it to me?" I handed her the umbrella.

She glanced at me, smiled, but didn't take it. She stuck out her tongue and said, "If I take

your umbrella, I don't know how I'll return it!"

I didn't think much of it at the time and asked her, "Where do you live? If it's nearby,

how about I take you home? That way you won't have to worry about not being able to return the umbrella."

She smiled and said, "Okay!" So, I opened the umbrella, and we shared it.

I noticed how fragrant she smelled.

Before I knew it, I was back at my apartment. I said, "What a coincidence, you live here too?"

She looked at me in surprise and said, "Yes! How come we live in the same building but have never run into each other?"

I thought for a moment and blurted out, "I guess this is what they call not being meant to be!" Then I said to her,

"It's all right now, and you're safely home. I have to go now; I have a friend waiting for me at the MRT station to pick

him up!" After saying that, I started to walk away.

Seeing that I was about to leave, she said, "Wait, let me give you my phone number! Let's be friends."

I thought to myself, this is the first time such a cute girl has taken the initiative to be friends with me, so I

readily held out my hand. After she gave me her phone number, I saw her open her bag, take out a pen, but

not paper, and write it directly in my palm.

While she was writing, my eyes weren't idle either; I took a good look at her from head to toe.

Her

revealingfull . Looking further down, her shapely legs also captivated me.

Just as I was about to start having wild thoughts about her, the pen stopped. I looked at it; it only had

a phone number , no name. Just as I was wondering about this, she smiled at me and said, "I'll leave you my number first.

If we happen to meet again, I'll tell you my name." With that, she waved goodbye and took

the elevator, while I hurried towards the subway station. My friend had been waiting for a long time, and I didn't want to keep him

waiting any longer.

After that, although I really wanted to see her again, I couldn't run into her no matter what I did, even though we lived in the same building.

The phone number she gave me was also blurred by the rain when I went to pick up my friend later, so

seeing her now truly depended on fate. But this缘分 (fate/destiny) was slow to appear, until the summer between my junior and

senior years of high school, when I finally saw her again, the girl with whom I had no connection.

This time, we met at a newly opened casual dining restaurant. She was working there during her summer vacation to earn extra money, and I was

a customer.

"Long time no see, do you remember me?" she said with a smile.

"It really has been a long time. Who are you?" I scratched my head, grinning foolishly at her.

"You really don't remember me? I'm the one you saved last year, have you forgotten?" She said, widening her eyes

as she looked at me. Then she added, "Didn't I leave you my phone number? Why didn't you call me?"

"Your phone number got blurred, so I couldn't call you! Do you remember how hard it was raining that day

?"

As I explained how the phone number got blurred, I gazed at the girl before me. A year had passed, and she

had become even more beautiful. Her oval face was as delicate as a peach blossom, with bright, large eyes, a small, cute nose, and

pink lips. Every time she opened and closed her lips, she exuded a youthful charm, captivating me completely.

Suddenly, a headache struck my head. It turned out I was staring at her. Seeing me staring blankly at her, and not responding to my calls,

she playfully tapped me. "Why are you daydreaming? What would you like to eat, guest?" she said,

winking playfully.

"Can I order 'Your Smile'? Takeout."

"No problem." She gave me a sweet smile.

"But I want takeout." "

Takeout?" She paused, taken aback.

"Yes, takeout."

"But I'm at work right now! How about this, I'll leave you my phone number, we can meet

for breakfast, okay?" She turned and went to the counter, took a menu, and wrote down her

phone number and her name—Qiao'er.

I took the menu from her; a new option was marked: "One 'Qiao'er's Smile'

, takeout."

Little Angel (Part Two)

The next morning, I got up early, carrying the menu, feeling both expectant and afraid of being hurt

. I dialed the number on the menu, 0918-615-xxx. My heart

pounded with the dial tone, and finally, Qiao'er's voice came from the other end.

"Hey~"

"Good morning~ The sun's already high in the sky~ You're not still half asleep, are you?"

"Yeah~ I stayed up late watching TV last night~"

"Uh… do you want some breakfast?"

"But I still want to sleep… how about… I tell you which floor I live on… you can buy some and come over to my place to eat together."

"That's not a good idea… eating at your place? That would be so awkward, I don't know your family…"

"It's okay, nobody's home. My parents and my brother all went out early this morning to go hiking,

I'm just lazing around at home sleeping in…" He then let out a big yawn.

"Oh, I see. Okay, what do you want to eat? I'll go buy it for you."

Qiao'er then ordered her favorite breakfast: a fries burger and a cup of medium-warm milk. I, of course, readily agreed and

went to run errands for her.

Soon, I bought the breakfast and arrived at Qiao'er's door. I rang the doorbell, waiting to have breakfast with her

, but no one answered. Cellphones are truly a wonderful invention. I dialed Qiao'er

's number again. Beep beep beep... after a while, I finally heard Qiao'er's voice.

"Hey~ You're here?"

"Yeah, I'm here. Why didn't you open the door?"

"Oh... um~" Qiao'er said, stretching

. That soft moan made my little brother perk up

. "I'll open the door for you right away, just wait a moment."

The moment the phone hung up, I heard a series of clattering sounds

. What happened next is still vivid in my memory.

Through the iron gate, I could only see Qiao'er wearing a silk black nightgown, her breasts slightly exposed, her legs completely exposed

for me to see. Looking at Qiao'er, just woken up, her rosy cheeks and big eyes, I got hard.

This stimulation was many times stronger than the soft moans I'd heard on the phone. I almost forgot I was there for

breakfast. Back then, I was a clueless young man with no dating experience, and I didn't know what to say. I just

stared blankly at Qiao'er.

Although Qiao'er wasn't a stunning beauty, the phrase "youthful and invincible" truly applied to her. Even without makeup,

Qiao'er looked incredibly beautiful. Thankfully, she spoke up at that moment, otherwise I think I would

have remained frozen at her doorstep indefinitely.

"I'm hungry! You've come at the perfect time, come in and eat with me!" she said with a smile, opening the door for me.

I followed her inside. Although it was in the same apartment building with a similar layout, Qiao'er's home was elegantly decorated,

tidy, clean, and had a subtle fragrance. Qiao'er's house has a small Japanese-style room, and we had

breakfast . But honestly, I don't remember what we ate that day, or whether it was delicious or not. I only remember my eyes were very

busy... one minute busy looking at Qiao'er's breasts, the next busy looking at her exposed legs. Sitting

on the tatami mat in the Japanese-style room for a while gets a little uncomfortable, so Qiao'er shifted her body, lowering her head to rub her aching

calves .

This movement exposed a large portion of Qiao'er's breasts. I felt my heart pounding,

and I couldn't help but crane my neck, greedily staring at those pink breasts. Although it was only for a few seconds, I seemed

to see a faint pink hue. Just

as

... My conscience, which had been stolen by a dog, suddenly returned. I told Qiao'er I needed to use the restroom, and then,

concealing my throbbing member, I left the tatami room. I glanced back at Qiao'er; she

gave me a bright smile with her innocent, pretty face. I was suddenly glad I hadn't pushed her down in a moment of impulse.

I went into the restroom, washed my face, but my little brother was still standing tall. Glancing to the side

,

I saw an elegant set of lingerie on top of the laundry in the laundry basket. I immediately recognized it as the one Qiao'er had worn yesterday.

I recognized the style clearly yesterday when I saw Qiao'er through her white uniform—hmm, I saw it very clearly.

I

casually picked up the bra, brought it to my nose and sniffed it. Sure enough, it smelled like Qiao'er. I looked at it, 34C.

Hmm, she really has a round and full figure. Touching Qiao'er's bra, thinking of Qiao'er sitting in the Japanese-style room,

I quickly ejaculated into the toilet, flushed, and left no trace. Although I really wanted to take Qiao'er's bra

home as a souvenir, I refrained from doing so. After all, I still hoped that one day I could

date , and then have passionate sex with her without breaking the law, and finally ejaculate deep into her womb.

So, I obediently put the bra back, washed my face, and left the toilet feeling refreshed. Back in the Japanese-style

room, I sat down with a smile and chatted with Qiao'er about all sorts of things, starting with zodiac signs, birthdays, and blood types, then moving on to music,

TV dramas, and movies, and then from current events to our dreams for the future. During our conversation, I tried very hard

to avoid letting my eyes linger on Qiao'er's chest. Since I couldn't look at her chest, and I was too embarrassed to look around, I

could only look directly into her eyes. Qiao'er's big eyes were captivating; they seemed to speak volumes with every blink.

When we talked about the future, Qiao'er said she was studying nursing and would be working as an intern nurse at a hospital. I

was shocked. A nurse? That's a profession that men fantasize about. Qiao'er laughed and said, "Yes, I want to be a little angel

who can help patients." Qiao'er asked me what I wanted to do in the future. I replied that I was about to enter

my senior year of high school and felt a little lost and anxious about the future, but I would finish the college entrance exam first.

And so,

our breakfast date ended with us encouraging and wishing each other well.

This breakfast date quickly brought Qiao'er and me closer and filled the void of the past year.

Later, I often went to the casual dining restaurant where Qiao'er worked to eat and chat with her until the end of summer vacation.

The end of one phase signifies the beginning of another. Entering senior year of high school meant daily studying and

exams. We'd be at school at 6:30 am for morning self-study, followed by exams, then more exams, from morning till

night. There was even evening self-study. After showering at home, it was time for bed. Time flew by, my days filled with books—

fulfilling, yet also empty. As for Qiao'er, although we lived in the same apartment building, I never

saw her. Then one evening, I received a call from Qiao'er. She asked to meet me at

McDonald's , saying she had something to tell me. I figured not staying out all night for self-study wouldn't kill me, so

I arranged a time with her, planning to see her as soon as class ended the next day, and then hung up. Thinking back,

Qiao'er's voice sounded a little nervous on the phone. Could something have happened to her at her internship?

Thinking of Qiao'er's voluptuous figure, slender waist, and long, beautiful legs, she must look incredibly

attractive .

It's not impossible that some patients might be unable to resist, or doctors might want to kiss Fang Ze. A thought flashed through my mind...

Images of Qiao'er being pinned down and toyed with on the hospital bed flashed through her mind, followed by

images of the doctor calling Qiao'er into his office and toying with her. The more she thought about it, the less she could sleep, and she ended up suffering from insomnia all night.

(To be continued)

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