Flowers bloom and fade - Lanlan

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I don't believe in fate. I even thought everything I have today is the result of hard work and perseverance, not bowing to destiny. But
today, as I look at those beautiful, melancholic eyes in the photo, I bow my head. That love nest, burning with
youth and overflowing with hormones, that warm, soft body, those enchanting peaks and valleys, passionately
reappear before my eyes, only to vanish again in an instant. I can finally calm down and record that
unforgettable .
The first time I saw Lan was like lightning flashing across the night sky, thunder roaring across the earth; I was stunned. I
believe in love at first sight and appreciate that spark. But when I unexpectedly met her, I was still
at a loss.
At that time, I had just changed jobs. My job involved transferring the company's products to
a for production. For this, I had to spend three weeks in Nanjing every two months.
That was my second time in Nanjing. Once, I arranged to meet a friend, but since I wasn't
sure when I could leave the company, we agreed to finalize the meeting on the same day.
However, on that day, my phone died. Anxiously, I asked the customer service girls
if anyone had a charger for my phone model. Since I was a customer from America, the customer service girls
searched the entire company and finally borrowed one from a girl in the purchasing department. It worked perfectly with the plug and socket
.
"The plug and socket work perfectly." This phrase later became our private refrain.
On the afternoon before I was to leave Nanjing, I asked the customer service and front desk staff, whom I frequently interacted with at work, to
take a photo and arranged to treat them to dinner that evening.
When I took a photo of the girl named Yuanyuan who had lent me the charger, I suddenly remembered something and, almost
without thinking said to her, "Oh, let's invite the girl who lent me the charger last time too, let's take a picture together."
After a while, Yuanyuan pulled over a shy girl. The moment I saw that girl, a
surge of emotion welled up inside me, rising to my face, and my heart pounded. What an elegant
girl she was! Petite and beautiful.
"This is Mao Lan, the one who lent you the charger last time," Yuanyuan introduced.
I can't remember what I said then; I just stared blankly at the girl before me.
Lan's first impression was one of delicate petiteness. A pair of large, double-lidded
eyes were set in her small, palm-sized face. Her delicate nose was slightly upturned.
Later, when I kissed her, I would often lick her cute, pointed little nose with my tongue. Lan didn't have the
currently fashionable pointed chin that many actresses are forced to achieve. Instead, like Zhao Liying, she had a naturally
rounded, palm-sized face, and her figure was also petite, well-proportioned, and graceful.
Actually, I learned about Zhao Liying after she started dating Lan. One time,
I happened to pass by while others were watching the TV series *The Legend of Chusen*, and I happened to see Zhao Liying, playing Biyao, appear on screen. It immediately caught my attention.
So, I sat down and watched along. Actually, I wasn't paying attention to the plot; I was just browsing
the internet on my phone. But whenever Zhao Liying was in a scene, I would watch intently.
Lan's figure and face are somewhat similar to Zhao Liying's, but her eyes are bigger,
and her double eyelids are more pronounced.
From then on, I started paying attention to this actress. Until one day, a post said that Zhao Liying
has very small feet, wears size 34 shoes, and often can't find them, and showed several
photos of Zhao Liying wearing shoes that were too big on stage. I laughed.
Lan also has small feet that only fit size 34 shoes. In fact, her small feet are so sexy that
I've bought her at least five pairs of size 34 (American size 5) shoes in the US.
So I find it hard to believe that Zhao Liying, a renowned actress, couldn't find suitable shoes in China.
However, writing this, I realize it might be due to geographical factors. Zhao Liying is from the North,
and it's probably true that size 34 shoes are harder to find there. Girls in Nanjing seem to generally have small feet and
are proud of it.
Once, I was in a company car with two ladies from customer service. One lady said,
"My feet are very small; I wore size 35 shoes when I was younger." The other immediately retorted, "With my
height (probably 168-170 cm), I should wear size 38 shoes, but I only wear size 36."
Sitting in the front row, I couldn't help but chuckle, knowing they were talking to me.
Another characteristic of Nanjing girls is their beauty. Of the five most beautiful
girls , four of them, excluding the most beautiful one, are from Nanjing. I once joked with Lan about this, saying
that Nanjing has so many beautiful women, probably because they're descendants of the courtesans of the Qinhuai River.
I can't remember what I said when I first met Lan; my mind was completely in turmoil,
I must have been very flustered and nervous. After taking photos, I invited her to dinner that evening. Lan firmly refused.
Although I felt very disappointed, I had to admire her; she's a principled and good girl.
That evening, while having dinner with my colleagues from customer service and the front desk, although there were beautiful women present, especially one of
the front desk who was quite attractive, I still had Lan on my mind. So, seemingly casually, I brought up, "That
Mao Lan who lent me the charger…"
"Oh, she's 27 and still single," someone chimed in.
"Who said she's dating so-and-so from our engineering department? Someone saw them drive
away together after work." To this day, I can't find out who said that
. I was very disappointed. Even though I met a girl who was like a goddess, since she
's already taken, I usually don't pursue her. Of all the beautiful women in the world, I only need one. In one's life, you'll
meet many girls who make your heart flutter. But only a few are truly meant for you. If you cherish those few and
savor them emotionally and sexually, that's enough for a lifetime!
My relationship with Lan only lasted a few hours before the initial excitement faded. There must be some
mysterious work, not wanting us to develop a deeper relationship from the start.
I only stayed at that company for less than a year before resigning. The reason was that the boss of that Taiwanese company was...
That lecherous man. His receptionists were mostly young and beautiful girls. One of them, in particular, was stunningly beautiful,
one of the top five beauties. The Taiwanese boss first invited her out for dinner, which she refused. Then he invited
her to Hong Kong for the weekend, which she also declined. The Taiwanese boss, probably ashamed beyond belief, fired this
beautiful receptionist.
When the receptionist cried to me about it, I was truly helpless. Because when the Taiwanese boss made the invitation,
there was no third party present, no evidence, making it difficult to bring him down. All I could do was comfort her.
Soon, I found another company and submitted my resignation. It was still summer then, a Nanjing
summer ! In the entire building, only the floor where the Taiwanese boss and his family lived, and a few
small meeting rooms on the first floor where foreign businessmen often stayed, had air conditioning. Perhaps because news of my resignation had spread, the female customer service staff, wanting to stay cool, moved
their meetings the small meeting room where I worked. And so, I saw Lan again.
Half a year had passed, and Lan was still as beautiful and quiet as ever. I stole glances at her out of the corner of my eye, my heart
still pounding wildly. Their meeting ended, tasks were assigned, and they prepared to continue the follow-up the next day
.
I couldn't contain my wandering thoughts, and when only Yuanyuan and I were in the room, I casually asked,
"Oh, what was the name of that girl who lent me her charger last time?"
"Oh, her name is Mao Lan, a pretty girl, and she's single," Yuanyuan said casually.
"What?!" My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. I immediately realized my lapse and tried to calm myself,
saying, "Didn't they say she was dating someone from the engineering department?"
"No, she's still single, doesn't even have a boyfriend," Yuanyuan continued.
I walked out of the meeting room, unsure whether to feel happy or worried. The good news is she doesn't have a boyfriend yet; the bad news is I've already
quit my job—can we still rekindle our relationship
? In the end, I decided I still had to pursue her. This was my last chance. How should I begin? From
her refusal to have dinner with us last time, it's clear she's a principled person and won't easily accept a guy's invitation.
I should give her a small gift, something small but meaningful, something she can't refuse. Her company makes a kind of cool outdoor sports product for
us overseas.
Our company has custom-made T-shirts for clients. They're not expensive, but the designs are cool and have
their company logo. I've given some to customer service and receptionist girls before; they wear them
around the office, very proud of themselves.
The next day, I put the T-shirts in a plastic bag. I pretended to be sitting there staring at the computer screen, but I
was secretly eavesdropping on their meeting. When I figured the meeting was almost over, I slipped out of the meeting room and wandered around the
unlit hallway, pretending to make a phone call.
After a while, Lan and the others who had attended the meeting finally left the conference room. I didn't care about anything else and said to Lan,
"Hi, Mao Lan, hello!"
"You still remember me?" Lan said softly, her beautiful eyes shining brightly in the dim hallway.
"Of course, of course I remember. You helped me a lot once," I said hastily.
"That's nothing," Lan said with a smile.
"Well, I've already resigned, so I'm giving you a t-shirt as a thank you!" I was confident she wouldn't
refuse the gift.
Lan accepted the gift and walked away briskly. I watched her retreating figure, pondering my next move.
Back in the meeting room, I found Lan's email address in the company's internal directory and sent her an email
thanking her for her help. I explained that I was about to return to the US and that phone calls wouldn't be convenient, so here was my QQ number…
A little while later, she replied and gave me her QQ number as well. Women, so reserved. She
could have just added me directly; why give me her QQ number? Anyway, I quickly added Lan on QQ.
Heaven help me. I fell in love with Lan at first sight, captivated by her from our first meeting, but someone's
words —that she had a boyfriend—delayed me for half a year.
While I spent a significant portion of my time at her company, I didn't date Lan. It wasn't until I had resigned
that I got her QQ number.
A passionate, unforgettable love story was about to begin with an online romance and a long-distance relationship. It seems fate truly
had its ; our love was doomed from the very beginning.
Later, I told Lan that on the day we met, when I treated my factory colleagues to dinner, someone
mentioned she was dating someone from the engineering department.
She thought for a long time and said it was probably because one time she worked late and missed the company shuttle bus, and happened to run into someone from
the engineering department , so she hitched a ride back to Nanjing. This scene was witnessed by the head of customer service. Looking back now
, the customer service manager's smile was quite sinister. Alas, fate is truly unpredictable.
After returning to the US, I began pursuing Lan online. Because Lan had previously declined my invitations to dinner,
I knew she was a very principled girl. Therefore, my conversations with her on QQ were always cautious and
measured , afraid that my abruptness would scare her away.
We chatted online for over two months. One day, we talked about the scenery of the American West. I suddenly
typed:
"Go get your passport and visa. I'll invite you to America, to travel the West."
"Why are you so good to me?" Lan replied.
I hesitated for a moment, then suddenly shouted boldly and typed:
"Mao! Lan! I! Love! You!
" To this day, I don't understand why, at that moment, I abandoned my usual shyness and caution, and actually
typed those heartfelt words onto the screen. Almost as soon as I pressed send, Mao Lan replied:
"Say it again!"
"Mao! Lan! I! Love! You!" I typed it again.
From that moment on, though we were worlds apart, our hearts were tightly bound together. Thanks to
the internet , distance is no longer a problem for conveying feelings. Sometimes, things we can't say face-to-face
can be said on the screen.
That day, Lan was also very excited. She told me about how we met, got to know each other, and how she gradually developed feelings for me.
My emotional journey. She told me she's the slow-burning type, and my recent, lukewarm conversations with her made
her feel safe and comfortable, leading her to develop feelings for me more and more.
I also told her about the first time I saw her and how I was instantly smitten.
Lan asked incredulously, "Then why didn't you confess to me
?" "I invited you to dinner then."
"I don't go out with strange guys," Lan answered decisively.
"But because you weren't there, and I don't remember who gossiped about you, I
didn't confess when we were together," I said regretfully. "
Confessing to me when you were there would have been pointless; I'm wary of dating someone from the same company."
"But I'm not from your company. I'm a guest from America," I joked.
"That's even worse. I'm afraid people will gossip."
"But people still talked about it."
We chatted more and more online, and our understanding of each other deepened.
Finally, we decided we should meet. I wasn't sure if "meet" was the right word, since
we knew each other before. But this meeting was different; it was our
first meeting after expressing our love for each other online. Would she accept me completely
? I picked up Lan at the Beijing high-speed rail station. My heart was still trembling when I saw her. I wanted to
hug her, but I was afraid of scaring her, so I just held her hand tightly. Lan was compliant and didn't pull her hand
away.
We found a hotel in the city center. After entering the room, I opened the curtains, pointed to a large
courtyard house , and said to Lan, "Look, this is where Wen Jiabao lives."
"How did you know?" Lan's tone was full of disbelief.
"You know Wen Jiabao doesn't live in Zhongnanhai to maintain a populist image, right?
" Lan was still skeptical of my words. Until one day, as we were walking along the roadside near that compound,
a group of mysterious young men suddenly appeared. They were all dressed in blue shirts, with buzz cuts, dark skin, and strong builds. They stood every ten meters along the roadside, each
with a wire protruding from their shirt pocket connected to an earpiece, occasionally speaking into a microphone on the wire, looking just like secret
agents from an American movie. As soon as the convoy passed, the group scattered like birds.
After putting down our luggage, we went to Quanjude Peking Duck Restaurant for lunch. By the time we got back to our hotel room, it was
already past 3 PM.
"I'm tired, let me rest for a while,"
Lan said, opening her small bag and taking out a set of flesh-colored underwear. She went into the bathroom.
This wasn't an exaggeration; Lan had gotten up at 6 AM to catch the high-speed train and was indeed exhausted.
Soon, Lan came out wrapped in a bath towel. She opened the towel, revealing she was only wearing underwear, and quickly
slipped into bed. I felt a little disappointed. It seemed she was still wary of me. Anyway, I
quickly took a shower and crawled into bed next to her.
We lay quietly, and although there was some distance between us, we could clearly hear each other's breathing
.
After a while, I mustered my courage and gently took her left hand with my right. Lan gently turned around. I
took the opportunity to pull her into my arms and gently kissed her forehead. Then I lovingly kissed her beautiful eyes
and eyelashes.
As I mentioned before, Lan's eyes were big and double-lidded; they were, arguably, my favorite feature
before .
After kissing her eyes, I kissed her playful, upturned little nose, then her thin lips, and then
down her delicate neck.
As I kissed Lan's neck, I tried to unhook her bra. She arched her upper body to make it
easier me to unhook it from behind. But after struggling for a while, I still couldn't get it off.
Lan whispered in my ear, "How clumsy."
I whispered back in her ear, "You have too little experience."
Lan pursed her lips, blushed, and reached behind her, magically unhooking her bra. A pair of
cute little breasts immediately came into my view. Not too big, not too small, just right for one hand to hold one breast.
Later, I learned she was a B cup.
Although Lan was lying there, her breasts remained erect, not drooping. The two small nipples on the peaks
were still very pale. I gently stroked one of Lan's breasts with my hand, while simultaneously taking the other nipple into my mouth and
teasing it with the tip of my tongue. After a while, the nipple hardened under the teasing of my tongue. Then, I went to suckle the other
nipple.
By this time, Lan was already panting heavily.
I continued kissing her stomach and lower abdomen, then gently pulled down her panties. As the flesh-colored panties
slowly slipped away, the dark forest gradually unfolded before my eyes.
This moment, which I always considered the most sacred, is when a woman presents her most sacred and secret beauty
to you; the sense of conquest in your heart is unparalleled!
My tongue chased the retreating edge of the panties, inching its way deeper into the dark forest
, finally reaching a deep valley. I tried to find that warm, mysterious cave of my dreams. But Lan
tightly clamped her legs together, not allowing my tongue to rashly invade her sacred forbidden land.
I gently turned Lan over so she was lying face down, and began kissing her neck, back, waist, and then her two
pert buttocks in turn.
Then, I turned her over and lay her on her back, kissing her from the inside of her thighs down her calves and
ankles.
Suddenly, a pair of beautiful little feet popped out, right there in front of me.
What perfect little feet they were! Although I already knew she wore size 34 shoes, seeing
such , I could hardly believe they were adult feet.
Lan's feet weren't fleshy, but because her bone structure was small, they didn't have any sharp angles; her high
arches made her feet appear beautifully curved and shapely. I held those little feet, stroking and kissing them with irresistible affection
. Lan's little feet were not only small but also delicate, very clean, without a single callus; they were clearly
very well-maintained.
Although I had kissed every inch of Lan's skin, my penis still didn't
feel hard or engorged. My heart was filled with admiration and awe for Lan's beautiful body. If God
presents you with His most perfect work of art, and you don't know how to appreciate and savor it,
wouldn't that be a waste
? Although we've known each other for over a year, and although I was captivated by her beauty the first time I saw her,
today, as we lay naked, skin to skin, I was once again awestruck by her exquisite body
. Lan, how many more surprises will you give me!

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