【A Dream Without a Trace】(05-08) Author: xiaoyaoii

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Chapter 5 Help

Days passed by uneventfully, but Xiaoli's image remained etched in my mind
. Someone I could have forgotten, a single meal sparked a series of surprises—whether pleasant or horrifying
, it was hard to say.

People become familiar with each other, and pay attention to things they care about. So, every time I went downstairs,
I wasn't the same as before. I would intentionally glance at the renovation door, even though it was mostly closed.
But I would still look at it before doing other things.

Time passed quickly, and the renovation downstairs began to finish. The noise from the renovation decreased, and Xiaoli
came by again, not to use the restroom, but to check the details of the renovation. She looked for a while and then left in a hurry.

I wanted to chat longer, but seeing how busy she was, I didn't bother her. However, this time,
as I was leaving , Xiaoli hugged me at the door and smiled, saying thank you, Uncle. Normally, this is understandable; I
've been abroad before and can accept cheek kisses naturally. But this time, it was Xiaoli, which stirred up
a lot of . I patted her head and chuckled, calling her a "little devil." It was just a small incident, and this
light hug didn't make me think anything of it. After all, it was just a polite hug, more like a playful gesture towards an elder.

Plans never keep up with changes. The young couple had already started buying furniture, and various small
items were gradually being shipped here. On weekends, their doorstep was full of deliverymen. I remarked
how convenient it was that you don't have to go to the store yourself anymore; a single delivery solved everything. But an unexpected situation caught
the young couple off guard.

Here's what happened: the renovations were almost finished when suddenly some unknown person from the property management office showed up. Nobody
recognized her; she was a tall, thin woman with black-rimmed glasses. From her appearance alone
, you could tell she was a troublemaker, the kind of
person who wouldn't be comfortable unless she was causing trouble. It was she who led to another memorable encounter between me and Xiaoli.

Let's call this woman the female manager. After she arrived, she was like a whirlwind of activity,
but while she didn't affect me, she did affect Xiaoli. This was because the female manager was going to inspect every house under renovation to see
if they met the regulations. And that's how the following story unfolded.

Because Xiaoli's house renovations were nearing completion, there weren't many workers coming to do it.
Some minor details had already been discussed, and Xiaoli and her husband weren't coming over this weekend. I was
a little disappointed, but it seemed normal; they finally had a break and wanted to enjoy their time. However,
before noon, Xiaoli reappeared—at her house. Because the female manager said that a load-bearing wall had been altered in her house, she
had to pay a fine and couldn't continue working. To use a phrase my child always uses, "Ugh!" This is probably something
they've been exposed to .

The young couple rushed over and talked to the female manager in the house. Two men communicating is easy, men and women
communicating is easy, and two women communicating is also relatively easy. Friendships between women are incomprehensible,
but if they're adversaries, it's like a world war. Xiaoli is a very strong-willed person. Last time
, because of this personality, she had a disagreement with the property management. But at that time, all the property management staff were men,
and Xiaoli is a beautiful woman. This natural advantage allowed the problem to be gradually resolved. Men are often more likely to compromise in
front of , especially when they see a beautiful woman being wronged. This should be an age-old law;
even if the girl is in the wrong, the man usually loses in the end.

When I found out, I don't know why, but Xiaoli's husband didn't stand up for her .
Whether Xiaoli was the one communicating from the beginning, I don't know, because I discovered it just as I returned home.

As I left the park, I ran into an old neighbor who had moved away a long time ago. We chatted for a long time, until almost
noon , when the neighbor finally said she had to go home. That's how we parted ways. When will we see each other again? Nobody
knows. Maybe we'll never see each other again. Although we all live in the same city, the high-rise buildings
have , and security doors have turned former neighbors into strangers.

I went up to the second floor and overheard Xiaoli demanding that the female manager produce evidence of why she accused him of altering a load-bearing wall.
The manager seemed to be showing him some data. I didn't listen carefully, but I sensed Xiaoli was about to explode. Her voice
was trembling. Knowing older women, when a woman has that tone, there are only two possibilities:
she 's about to cry, or she's about to explode—a volcanic eruption with widespread damage. It wasn't my
business, and I shouldn't have interfered, but hearing that voice, I felt like I couldn't breathe. A nameless anger
descended from the sky. I placed the bag of groceries next to the door so as not to obstruct others from coming downstairs. Then, I composed
myself. Since the security guard incident, I've started to return to normal. Often, the more deeply someone hides their
true feelings, the more genuine their smiles become. Your anger shows you've lost your composure. I've lived for decades;
calming myself down makes things much better.

I strolled in. This was my first time entering Xiao Li's home. I didn't greet Xiao Li directly
but instead asked a young man from the property management office—a man I knew—"Xiao Ma, what's wrong? Why are you
arguing?" Xiao Ma, who had been facing away from me, turned around at the sound and quickly said, "Uncle,
what brings you here? Are you leaving?" I told him I'd just gotten back and hadn't seen my old neighbors in a long time. We'd just finished chatting when Xiao Ma
pulled me aside and whispered, "This is the new manager. He insists on inspecting the renovations. This house had a
small problem, and the new manager wasn't happy about it, so he stopped the renovations. This house's been stopped three times already, so
they're a bit angry. That's why they're being so rude, especially this girl. Her words are so aggressive, every sentence
is like a knife to the heart. The new manager seems a bit overwhelmed."

I then glanced at the so-called new manager, who had his back to me, still talking. I wasn't really listening, and Xiao Li
wasn't paying attention to me either; it seemed like all my attention was focused on the manager.

I walked over, and the other property management staff saw me, including the manager. They all recognized me and called me
"Uncle." I said, "I'm sorry to have interrupted your work. I just got back, and you're making such a racket, it's disturbing the residents upstairs and downstairs."
"Everyone needs to rest soon, shouldn't we keep our voices down and talk things out?" My interruption
silenced both of them. The female manager didn't recognize me, but my words had helped her out of the awkward situation.

I glanced at Xiaoli and paused, stunned for the second time. Xiaoli's attire
was completely different today. Although it was common for young people on the street these days, this
was someone I cared about. She wore white sandals that looked like slippers, and beige hot pants (
my daughter often wears these, and my husband, after nagging me, told me they're called hot pants, not shorts, but pants; some people even wear
pants that show half their buttocks, but hers is quite ordinary). Her top was a pure white tank top, but it
covered her chest very tightly; I didn't know what it was called. This outfit fully revealed her legs—
slender , long, and snow-white—and the transition between her thighs and calves was perfect, especially her straight calves,
which were almost mesmerizing in the hot pants. The chest covered by her top was simply enticing. It wasn't about size;
according to the bra her daughter bought for her husband, he's a B cup, so Xiaoli's was at least a significant size larger, but still very
well-proportioned . My initial shock stemmed from the fact that during our previous meetings, Xiaoli had always worn either work clothes or loose-fitting
casual sportswear, completely ignoring these details. I was surprised to see such natural assets from her . Previously, I'd only noticed
her face, but today I was fully appreciating her figure.

I only paused for a moment, because of the distance; seeing these things is easy. I
didn't show any inner turmoil, a habit ingrained over many years. When faced with problems, I'm always calmer and more
composed than usual, and my eyes convey a seriousness. Someone once said that even though I'm smiling, my expression is very intimidating. As for last time, it was an unexpected lapse in composure; perhaps it only happened
when I was alone with Xiaoli . I glanced at Xiaoli and her husband Xiaosong behind her, and nodded. Xiaoli was about to say something when I raised my hand stop her, because I noticed she was already unsteady on her feet. Her shoes had thick soles, but she barely touched the ground; it was rare for these young girls to be able to walk. Xiaosong, who had been behind Xiaoli, also noticed the problem and quickly came over to hug her, letting her rest. I didn't look at her any further. I faced the female manager, still with the same expression as before. The woman seemed a little stunned after seeing me. She generally assumed the neighbors wouldn't cause trouble, that I was just asking them to be quiet because they had been talking too loudly, and that they would leave afterward. So, when I faced her with this expression, she seemed frozen. The sudden situation left her unsure of what to say. I stared into her eyes for a few seconds, but I didn't make any threats or anything ; I just looked at her intently for a few seconds. It's a habit; when I'm seriously discussing something, I must look the other person directly in the eye, with every word I say, because eyes don't lie. I can judge whether the other person is talking nonsense or bluffing. The female manager's eyes were a little unfocused and confused. I couldn't keep staring at her like that; after all, she was a woman. If it were a man, I could stare at him like that for several minutes, or even longer. Chapter Six: Relief. I looked around at the property management staff, found the closest one, and asked, "Where's Manager Zhao? Was he replaced ?" Xiao Ma immediately came over, looked at me, then at the female manager, and whispered to me, "No, Uncle, Manager Zhao is the head. This leader is the deputy. He's here to relieve some of the manager's workload. " I then looked at the female manager again. "Manager, hello. This old man isn't here to cause trouble today. I've done renovations before. You see, this young couple has had a tough time. They've had their work stopped three times already, and it's almost finished. Is there any other way to resolve this?" Perhaps due to my pressure, or perhaps because she was already in the wrong, she readily gave me a way out and stopped insisting. However, since things had already come to this point, she couldn't just let it go; she still felt embarrassed and needed another way to back down. So, after thinking for a moment, she smiled and said to me, "Sir, you see, I'm just an assistant, not the head. This is also work, and I have to listen to my superiors. How about we ask these two homeowners to go to the property management office, and we can sit down and talk to Manager Zhao?" I didn't say much, "Okay, but does it mean you can just do it if Manager Zhao says it's okay?" The female manager looked at me, then at Xiao Li's direction, and said directly, "Yes, as long as Manager Zhao says it's okay, we can let them continue the renovation. I have no choice; I have to listen to my superiors too." I said, "Okay, no need to go to the property management office. I'll ask Manager Zhao. The property management office is so far away; don't trouble you to go back and forth. You still have work to do." "Xiao Ma, come here, use your phone to call Manager Zhao." Xiao Ma was right beside me . He agreed and took out his phone to find a number. When he dialed, I said, "Give it to me. You don't need to explain. I'll go out and talk to the manager and see if he'll give me face." The female manager looked a little unhappy, but I ignored her. I went straight out the door, downstairs to the courtyard, and the call was quickly answered. "Xiao Ma, what's wrong? Why aren't back yet? It's so late, hurry back!" It was Manager Zhao on the phone, who was also Lao Zhao's nephew. Lao Zhao was one of my old buddies. "Manager Zhao, it's me. I'm sorry to bother you. I have something to ask you." I said into the phone. There was a moment of silence on the other end. Then, Manager Zhao asked somewhat uncertainly, "Is this Uncle *? Why are you using Xiao Ma's phone?" I said, "Yes, it's me, Manager. Can you please give me some face?" Xiao Zhao was obviously a little embarrassed and immediately replied, "Uncle, what are you saying? Don't keep calling me 'Manager.' Aren't you embarrassing me? I'm afraid to even speak when I go to wish you a Happy New Year. Uncle, please forgive me." I genuinely laughed this time . I'd watched this kid grow up when I was with Lao Zhao, so I knew his character. I didn't tease him anymore and simply explained Xiao Li's situation. Xiao Zhao sighed, saying she was an external hire, and the company was worried about the pressure on me alone—basically, they were afraid I'd have too much power. "Sigh," he sighed, "this woman— no, this lady—she seems to be going through menopause. Don't be shy, I'll call her right now and have her come back . Don't worry." Hearing this reassured me, and I told him to give her a good word to Lao Zhao. Xiao Zhao said, "Of course I will. You 're starting to play the hero now, huh? Take care of yourself." I pretended to be angry and yelled, "You little brat, you're going against me, aren't you?" Laughter came from the other end of the line; he knew I was joking. I hung up and looked at my phone. This was the first time I'd proactively called this manager. Usually , he only called me during holidays when he couldn't come over. This was an exception. Because the neighborhood is mostly populated by elderly people…

Everyone knew each other, and the property management staff had various connections with people in the workplace, so
basically no one stopped people from doing renovations. As long as you didn't go too far, they would turn a blind eye.

After hanging up the phone, I didn't go back. I just stood there for a while, greeting the neighbors who passed by. After a
while, the property management staff came out. When they saw Xiao Ma, I gave him my phone, and that was it
. The female manager was the last to leave. She looked at me as she left and said hello. Seeing that the matter
was resolved , I didn't want to make things difficult for them, so I just smiled and said a few words back. After all, we were all in the same community, so it was
good to save face for each other, which would make things easier in the future.

After watching the property management staff turn the building and leave the community, they prepared to go get their groceries and go home. It was almost
one I hadn't eaten yet, but I was in a good mood. Why? Everyone knew.

The renovation noise stopped. After a while, Xiao Li and Xiao Song came out. Xiao Li was
much better than before. Her face had been pale, which was a sign of being upset, but now she was back to normal.

"Uncle, this is my husband." "Honey, this is the uncle upstairs who helped me before," Xiao Li introduced
. I smiled and nodded to Xiao Song, then prepared to go upstairs to cook.

Xiao Song immediately caught up, saying, "Thank you, Uncle. This matter wouldn't have been resolved without you today." I
didn't reply, but just glanced at Xiao Li not far behind Xiao Song, patted Xiao Song's shoulder, and whispered, "She's your
wife. You should stand in front of her." Then I deliberately said loudly, "It's okay. It could have been easily
resolved ; it's just a communication issue. It's alright. You can go back now." Xiao Song's expression changed, then
she nodded, watched me walk into the building, and called out, "Uncle, I'll definitely come to thank you next time." I said, "Okay."

So I took the groceries and went upstairs. Since we'd agreed to play cards that evening, I'd
bought the groceries after my morning exercise. When I got home, I opened the door, went inside, and closed it. Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief, but a feeling of excitement overwhelmed
me. It was exhilarating; I hadn't felt this good in a long time. I walked to the bookshelf, looking at the two origami cranes,
my eyes filled with joy. "I won't let you suffer by my side, don't worry," I muttered to myself. Was this a genuine feeling
? Probably.

Chapter Seven:

Even the most satisfying lunch needs to fill your stomach. "Man is iron, food is steel; a meal missed is a meal lost." These ancient sayings are all
profound truths, though I don't know which one they were.

I put the groceries in the kitchen, changed my clothes, put the rice cooker on the stove, and looked out the window. The weather was truly beautiful today.

The cicadas chirped, the green leaves swayed—it's rare to be able to appreciate one's surroundings. We're always pursuing, desperately
pursuing , but what is it all for? It feels so good to be alive.

I washed the vegetables with practiced ease, then received a call from my wife saying that our children wouldn't be coming over this weekend .
I said okay, I'll come over, just to visit. My wife gave me a few more instructions and hung up. In the past, hearing
this would have made me feel a pang of sadness, after all, these are rare days for enjoying family time. But today,
that feeling was much less intense. I still felt a little disappointed, but not as suffocating.

I went back to the kitchen and started cooking. I checked the time; it was already 1:45. The rice was ready. I
tidied up the stove, then carried the dishes to the table, set out the bowls and chopsticks, unplugged the rice cooker, and
put it on the table as well. Ironically, I suddenly thought of the lunch I had with Xiaoli—it was so happy! After a moment's thought,
I shook my head and started serving myself rice.

I sat down and had just taken a bite when I heard a knock at the door. The sound was faint,
so and continued eating. A while later, the doorbell rang. I was enjoying my meal, and this was a bit
unpleasant. I didn't think much of it, put down my chopsticks, and opened the door. As soon as I opened it, something suddenly fell towards
me, startling me. I quickly shielded myself. It was a bulging thing, and it was warm. What was that? I straightened up
and looked closer. This time, I was truly terrified.

It was Xiaoli, softly leaning against my arm. I had shielded her just below her chest,
but I could feel the warmth of her breasts. My mind went blank, as if a sudden, sharp
sound echoed in my head—a sound only I could perceive. I stood there, dumbfounded, shielding Xiaoli for at least ten
seconds, still unable to recover. Perhaps subconsciously, I didn't want to return to reality.

"Uncle, what's wrong? Let me in, I'm so tired," Xiaoli's voice was filled with exhaustion. I immediately regained
my senses, but I didn't know how to pull my arm away. I was afraid Xiaoli would collapse. But Xiaoli came to my
rescue. She straightened up, ignored me, and squeezed in next to me. Then, she went straight to
the dining table , sat down, and started eating with my bowl and chopsticks.

Everything happened so suddenly that I could only stand and watch Xiaoli eat after closing the door. It was like she was snatching the rice away. The rice
disappeared instantly, and then she held out her hand to me. I immediately understood, opened the rice cooker, ladled out another bowl, this time
with extra rice, and handed it to Xiaoli. This girl wasn't polite at all. She didn't even look at me, just took it and
continued to eat voraciously. It was just a dish, and I had made extra rice today because I wanted to make fried rice for dinner
to save on the dish. Who knew that this unintentional act would solve my meal problem? Seeing her eating like this, I
quickly said, "Slow down, slow down, I'm not going to take it from you. Have you been starving for days?" Xiaoli ignored me, so I quickly
poured her a glass of water and placed it in front of her. Sure enough, the girl saw the water and immediately grabbed it and chugged it all down…

After she finished, I returned to normal, smiled, and went to get my own bowl and chopsticks. I served myself a
bowl of rice and started eating too. The first time we ate lunch together, Xiaoli ate incredibly slowly, always
talking and gesturing wildly as she ate, taking over half an hour. This time, she ate like a soldier, finishing
two bowls of rice, half a plate of vegetables, and a large glass of water in five minutes. Then, she just leaned back in her chair, arms dangling
, legs slid under the table.

I almost spat out my rice; I choked and coughed a few times. This girl's sitting posture is so alluring
, and those two breasts, squeezed by her clothes, look even bigger. The clothes could cover her stomach when she's standing,
but this sitting position completely exposes her lower abdomen, making it bulge out. The edges of her hot pants also show
the straps of other clothing. Wait, what are those straps inside her pants? They're not from her pants, are they? They're from her underwear.

My nose felt hot, a rush of blood to my head, and I felt a little dizzy. This is the
first I've felt like I'm about to have a nosebleed.

I froze again, bowl and chopsticks in hand, completely oblivious. Everything fell silent, utterly still,
as if only the person in the chair remained alive, their lower abdomen bulging.

I stared, scanning every inch of visible skin with my eyes, feeling as if I
needed to devour those areas to feel better. My belated erection began to rise, and slowly,
I felt myself getting harder and harder. I was about to explode.

It was a flawless painting of beauty, the person in the picture seemingly sculpted from jade, so translucent. Xiao Li's
long hair hung loosely, today completely disheveled, her head resting on the back of the chair, eyes closed, panting heavily,
looking extremely tired.

With each breath, her lower abdomen bulged, and then I seemed to hear a voice
from , waking me up.

"Uncle, I need to go to the toilet, I need to pee, I can't hold it anymore!" I could still recognize it as Xiao Li
's voice, a little hoarse. I coughed a few times, intending to swallow my food, but because of the scene just now,
I forgot. Well, that was it. It all sprayed out. I couldn't believe I'd done it.

I wiped my mouth, ignoring the spitting-out rice, and just stared straight at Xiaoli, trying to confirm
if she'd said it. Right now, I was completely blank-minded. My lower body was erect, my head was burning, and I was even
trembling a little.

"Uncle, help me, I can't get up, I need to go to the toilet." Now, it was definitely true.

But I couldn't get up! What would it mean if I got up with this little tent? I reached into my pocket and pressed my erection down,
and then it was up again. I really wanted to use a rope to hold it down.

We were stuck like this for half a minute. I tried to process this stimulating scene and calm myself down. Finally,
my erection started to subside, and I was able to get up.

I walked over to Xiaoli, bent down to look at her, unsure how to help her up. As soon as I bent down,
Xiaoli opened her eyes, staring directly into mine. When I saw that, my heart ached. Those once bright and lively
eyes were now bloodshot. And I could feel how truly exhausted she was. The intense images from
before vanished, replaced by a deep sense of pity.

Xiaoli just looked at me, her eyes devoid of any emotion; she seemed like a puppet.

"Uncle, help me up. I'm so tired, so very tired," she said, then closed her eyes again.
I'd felt this exhaustion before, in a friend, but he was a man, on the
verge of collapse . When I was drinking with him, halfway through the meal, he just lay down and told me he was so tired.
There was no further explanation, no tears, just that one sentence, and I instantly understood that
feeling—an indescribable feeling.

I deeply regretted what I had just done. Looking at Xiaoli
like stung me, making me tense. I wanted to slap myself a few times, but that wasn't enough; I
even wanted to bang my head against the wall.

Just then, I felt something tug at my arm. I looked down and saw a white hand
pulling my arm. I realized Xiaoli was close to climaxing. I quickly stopped thinking about it,
wrapped the arm closest to me around my neck, and then, with a burst of strength, grabbed Xiaoli's waist and lifted her up
. Once she was upright, I stood up, holding her waist with one hand and securing
the arm around my neck with the other, and pulled her towards the toilet.

Why do I say "pulled"? Well, I had no choice. Her
legs pressed together seamlessly, and I could feel her continuing to tighten them. Her short pants
had a crease at the base of her legs, revealing a triangular area. The toilet was
very close , and Xiaoli seemed very light; despite her tall stature, she probably weighed less than 100 pounds.
However, even though I was trying to suppress my desire, I couldn't completely control it. The moment I lifted Xiaoli up
and stepped off the toilet, Lao Qiang (my erect penis) looked up—upside down, so high I felt like
he was about to touch my stomach. Well, at least I didn't have to worry about a tent, but its shape
was through my thin pants. The desire that had vanished

in Chapter Eight, ethics

, returned instantly, even stronger than before. I tried hard to suppress it, even
at my age and with my experience, I often lose control when facing a woman I like. Although
this girl wasn't the same as before, they were already intertwined in my mind. I felt very hot and wanted to
turn on the air conditioning and take a cold shower. I rarely use air conditioning, mainly because I can't stand the cold air, but now
I craved that warmth.

Desire is a primal human instinct. Men were created primarily for procreation and mating;
their purpose is to find mates and pass on this instinct. Some
people have likely experienced the pain of suppressing this instinct.

I bit my tongue; the stinging pain shot through my body, and I tasted blood. This brief
, intense stimulation finally allowed me to think clearly again. Just as I was feeling a little relieved,
the desire subsided, but my senses became heightened. I felt the warmth of my arms,
the warmth of Xiaoli's breath as she leaned towards my head. "

Damn it!" I couldn't help but curse. I rarely swear, but this time, it truly made this old man
experience something inhuman. Instinct urged me to vent, to release; I needed complete release. But morality held me
back; I had to control myself.

My left hand was holding Xiaoli's arm, so I could only feel its warmth.
My right hand was on Xiaoli's waist—a man's head, a woman's waist—I could only look, not touch. This is a common saying, but I
couldn't move my hand away. If I did, the girl would just walk downwards. I
felt like I was dealing with a drunkard; the girl seemed completely unaware. I looked at my right hand, but it was hidden by my clothes, so I couldn't see it. I could only
feel the silky skin, the cool temperature of that skin. I took a deep breath,
and it felt much better. My right arm felt Xiaoli's belly was a little swollen. Suddenly, I thought of my son when he was little, his little belly bulging after he had eaten.
I unconsciously touched it with my hand. That feeling was so comfortable. When I realized it was Xiaoli's belly, I felt like I could die
. I realized that even if I swallowed my tongue, I couldn't suppress it.

I had to get rid of this feeling. I instantly increased my strength, quickly pulling Xiaoli to the bathroom door. Then,
I swiftly opened the door, lifted the toilet seat, and placed her on it to sit down.

This process, described in so many words, actually took no more than ten seconds. Those ten seconds left
me drenched in sweat, my clothes soaked through, sweat streaming down my face. I felt like I'd aged a lot.
Perhaps feeling my sudden exertion, Xiaoli seemed uncomfortable, letting out
a

soft groan in protest. My heart, my dear little darling, please don't make a sound, especially not like that—it'll cause serious problems. As Xiaoli sat down, her legs were still tightly closed, her two bare, beautiful legs
stretched straight out on the floor. But she seemed to be asleep. I was furious. I quickly washed
my face , then gently patted Xiaoli's face with my cool, wet hands. Finally, the girl moved,
slowly lifting her head, then squinting her eyes, a little confused, wondering why I had woken her.

"Huh?" "What 'huh'? This is the toilet, hurry up and do it." I told Xiaoli the truth, somewhat helplessly and angrily
.

"Oh, I need to pee, I can't hold it anymore." This girl still seemed to think she was at the dining table.

I quickly got some more water and leaned over to pat her face again to wake her up. After a few pats, her eyes
finally opened. I was a little helpless. Xiaoli, this is the bathroom, this is the toilet, hurry up and do it,
Uncle is going out.

I stood up, feeling a bit of back pain. I pressed my lower back and stretched my neck.
This was more tiring than carrying sacks. I have carried sacks before, not just cloth bags. When I was young, I
helped carry things in the company cafeteria. I was confident in my strength, so I went. It was really tiring.

I was about to spit out blood, and I never imagined that such a small movement would lead me to see the worst thing I
could have seen, and that this scene would have a series of consequences.

I stood up straight, then moved around a bit before turning to leave. Suddenly, the girl
perked up, stood up abruptly, and startled me. She slightly opened her legs, then pulled down her
pants and underwear together, squinted her eyes, swayed, pulled them down again to the ground,
straightened up, swayed again, and sat down. The sound of running water was very clear. The whole
thing happened in a few seconds. I was startled when she suddenly stood up, wondering what she was going to do, so I
didn't move and just stared at her. Then, what happened next was what everyone calls erotic. She bent down, and I thought
I knew what she was going to do, so I turned to turn away. But she swayed, and I tried to help her up, but then she stopped moving. I
thought she would take off her clothes one piece at a time, and I could turn away, but she took them all off at once, catching me completely off guard.
I only noticed this when she straightened up. It wasn't intentional; I saw it even without trying. Before, I
only a patch of black pubic hair, but now I saw it all. The triangle area compressed by her legs was now
open. Below her lower abdomen was a small patch
of curly hair, just a tiny bit, bulging out. Underneath the hair were small, reddish dots, and a small groove extending down to her lower abdomen. The area around the groove was very clean.
The moment she sat down, I saw a small, light pink area, like a tiny ingot.

Seeing this calmed me down. I knew what I had seen, and
I knew clearly that if I were sober, this girl would never have let me see it. But what does seeing it
mean ? People have a natural curiosity; what they can't see is the most intriguing and exciting
. Once you see it all, most people slowly lose interest. I had been trying to avoid it, and I really wanted
to stay, but my ethics and morals kept condemning me, forcing me to leave. At this point, there was no need to
leave. I couldn't even think about the consequences if Xiaoli suddenly woke up. I just
stood , watching the girl with her head down, relieving herself. Time slowly passed. This girl was quite good at holding it
in; it took a whole minute for her voice to completely disappear.

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