[Unavoidable Circumstances] (Chapter 13) Author: Ananda in Tears

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Author: Ananda in Tears
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Chapter Thirteen: Even Prostitutes Have Feelings
"If you're not busy, I'd like to..." After dinner, Sister Xiu was clearing the table when Yang Yanqin
said to him, "I'd like to treat you to a beer. It's not far from the entrance of the complex; it opens in an hour
." She glanced at her phone.
"Great! I took a week off to clear my head. I still have three days left," he said happily, because
the last thing he wanted to do was go back to that lifeless, empty house.
Yang Yanqin went to check on the child in the room, changed into a brand-new purple and black striped short dress, and came back to the living room to greet Sister Xiu, telling her to "listen carefully." She then took Leyang downstairs and 　　headed towards the bar
she had mentioned .
Le Yang noticed that the woman before him seemed like a completely different person,
quite unlike the one he had slept with the previous night—she had been happy all the way there, cheerful like a girl in love, showing
no trace of the prostitute who had forced a smile on the street the night before. He liked her
as she was now.
It was midday, and the bar was deserted, even worse than Zhao Yali's Coolbo Bar
, small and old, like a brown old house. But Le Yang quite liked it. They chose
seats against the wall and sat down on the wooden bench. She leaned closer to him, and he didn't feel
uncomfortable. A bright ray of sunlight streamed in from the entrance, with fine dust motes dancing in it. The air around them
seemed damp and crisp, as if soaked in beer.
After a few drinks, both of them were tipsy, especially the woman, whose face was flushed like an apple. "...
Hey...Leyang, I said..." she murmured, her face pressed against the glass tabletop, her lips squeezed open
towards him, "I want you...to stay, I don't want you to leave, just one more night...okay?"
She squinted, reaching out to squeeze his hand.
"Hmm? No, I really..." he stammered, his face flushed, "I...the problem is,
I can't afford it!"
"Oh...I didn't...that's not what I meant." She tugged at his hand again, shaking
her head, "I don't want your money, it won't hurt you to stay one more night, I don't want you to leave."
"Oh, you're so kind," he mumbled, "Fine, I'll stay!" He had no reason to refuse
. As a biological man,
he felt proud when a young prostitute offered herself to him for free—to receive the favor of a profit-driven prostitute was such a rare thing!
Yang Yanqin pressed her face against Leyang's and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek with her wet lips as a gesture of thanks
. She said she was very happy and ordered four more bottles of beer. They spent most of the next day drinking those
four bottles until Sister Xiu called to say that she and Shui'er were going out to buy groceries. Only then did she reluctantly leave the bar.
By this time, Yang Yanqin was completely limp, so Leyang had to carry her back. Luckily, it wasn't far.
When they returned, the sun was already setting. At the door, they met Sister Xiu's family and
Shui'er, who were coming downstairs. They smiled warmly at Leyang and made way for them. Once they were in the living room,
as soon as he put the woman on the sofa, she vomited. Luckily, he jumped away quickly, or the splattered
food would have hit him. Leyang quickly went to the kitchen, grabbed a basin, and placed it in front of her
so she could vomit to her heart's content. Le Yang sat beside her, gently patting her back until she could vomit no more. He then
took the basin to the bathroom, emptied it, rinsed it clean, and filled a new basin with fresh water. After watching her wash her face, he helped her
lie down on the sofa to sleep. The room reeked of fermented food, so he had to
open the window, covering his nose as he cleaned up the mess on the floor. He kept hearing Yang Yanqin moaning softly on the sofa
, occasionally calling Le Yang's name. He leaned closer and heard her say "Fangfei..."
He then remembered that her daughter was sleeping in the room at the other end of the hallway, but he couldn't make out what she was saying; she was probably calling him
to go check on her. Le Yang quickly cleaned the living room and rushed to the crib. The little one was sleeping
soundly. When Leyang returned, he told her things like, "Xiao Fangfei is sleeping, she's breathing..." He lay down
on the armchair where Shui'er had been, intending to take a nap—he was feeling dizzy too. The woman wanted something to drink
and asked him to find orange juice in the refrigerator. He found it and helped her drink most of the bottle.
"...Oh, honestly, you're really good." She didn't lie down again but
instead slipped off the sofa, put on a pair of slippers, and wobbled towards the bathroom. A sharp rustling
sound came from the bathroom, and Leyang's mind immediately conjured up the image of that shaved mound of flesh. He could imagine the water jet
shooting out from there, splashing against the toilet bowl. Last night was the most satisfying
night Le Yang had experienced in years. It wasn't that sex with her was particularly pleasurable—he felt good with Winnie and even Sasha, but
Winnie had long lost her novelty and become insatiable, seemingly impossible to
satisfy no matter how hard he tried. As for Sasha, what should have been a wonderful experience was completely ruined by their argument that morning,
leaving him feeling cheated. But with Yang Yanqin, it was different. Many things, or rather,
the feeling, were much better. Most importantly, he found dignity with her, the dignity that every man craves—
to be praised and admired by the woman he slept with. This was the most comforting so far he had encountered.
"You know what?" she said as she came out of the bathroom, her hair disheveled, but her complexion much better
, probably because of the orange juice. "You're really great! Great..." she repeated,
walking towards Le Yang.
"Uh... what do you mean?" Le Yang shifted, making
enough space on the old sofa that could only seat two people to welcome her.
Yang Yanqin strolled over, her feet tapping to the beat, her head swaying gracefully, as if listening to dance music, like a
beautiful scene from a movie. It seemed she didn't intend to sit on the sofa, because she went straight to Le Yang's...
She placed her hand on Yang's lap, cradling his face in her hands, gazing deeply into his eyes. "I think you're
good in every way. If I had to say, you're very thoughtful and know how to take care of people. Of course, you're also very good here..." Yang
Yanqin said softly, reaching down to touch him through his pants.
"You're not bad either..." Le Yang pulled her buttocks, which were dangling outside his knees, closer to prevent her
from falling. "I mean, you're a really good person! And you did a good job too..." Ever since they had done it last night,
he had felt grateful to this woman, a feeling that
reached its peak the moment she offered herself to him in the bar.
She had told him again and again how good he was, making Le Yang feel somewhat lightheaded. The effects of the alcohol were gradually wearing
off, and his drowsy mind was slowly being filled with the desire for sex. He thought Yang Yanqin had the same
desire at this moment.
"Shall I sing you a song?" she said happily. "Right now, I sing pretty well, I practiced
for a while a few years ago."
"Of course, to be honest, no one has ever sung for me before!" Le Yang said, even though
that wasn't what he was thinking at the moment.
Yang Yanqin cleared her throat, put her arms around the back of his head, and began to sing softly. Her voice was as clean and
clear as a flute, even better than Le Yang had hoped. If he remembered correctly, the song was called "Unavoidable Love
." Several years ago, on a warm night under a sky full of stars, he had sung this
song to Winnie. Whenever he sang off-key—back then, he had just learned it and couldn't wait to sing it to Winnie
—the young Winnie would giggle. Now, that young girl was gone; and now, a
woman he had only known for one night was singing this song in front of him. This feeling was very strange, like an inescapable
fate. Le Yang nodded and smiled, tapping his toes on the floor to keep time. He noticed that whenever she
sang the line, "I'm afraid I'll fall in love with you / I shouldn't get too close / I'm afraid I have nothing to give you /
Loving you may take a lot of courage /", Yang Yanqin's eyelashes visibly lowered.
The woman sang the entire song smoothly. "You sang so well, you really should sing..." Le Yang
praised her promptly, largely from the bottom of his heart.
"Really?" Yang Yanqin giggled like a girl again. "
How about you sing me a song too?" she asked, tilting her head with a playful expression.
"I can't, I haven't sung in years," Le Yang said, shaking his head sheepishly. "And I
was never a good singer back then, always off-key..."
"Haha, then I'll let you off the hook, but I've been singing for so long," she paused, thought for a moment, and her
smile became somewhat ambiguous, "...and you just leave me like this, without any reward, I mean, anything
."
"...Oh..." Le Yang immediately felt embarrassed, caught off guard. He knew that singing
required tips, but he didn't know that it counted in the living room. "I...I don't have anything to give you, you know, right
?" he said dejectedly, his face flushed and he involuntarily lowered his head. His self-esteem had been severely damaged, and he
even regretted agreeing to stay.
"Fool! Who said anything about money?" Yang Yanqin lifted his chin, her face gentle and beautiful,
her large, watery eyes looking down at him. The lustful light in her eyes almost burned him. "You
know you have something to reward me with, isn't this it?" She reached down and pinched his crotch,
accurately squeezing his limp penis.
Le Yang's face burned even hotter, but happiness replaced his embarrassment. This was exactly what he wanted.
"Then...we...are we here?" he said, his gaze darting nervously out the open window,
seeing the dense rows of windows on the distant high-rises, like countless peeping eyes.
[To be continued]

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