[Guest Lover 2016] (April 6th) Author: Zhu Yixin

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On the ambiguous little sofa, he and she leaned against the window at a ninety-degree angle to the wall, flirting in an unfamiliar way.
In the cramped space, neither could capture a fleeting glance; the awkwardness in their eyes was difficult to overcome, and they could only
continue to be suppressed within the framework of their emotions. The fluctuations of their emotions revealed the traces of their flowing desires, like the melting snow in early spring, which, in
its rush eventually found another path and finally dissipated into the sea.

His breath lingered between her ears, like bumper cars in an amusement park, suddenly starting on its own
, its destination unpredictable, stirring her sensitive and tense nerves. In the deep night, his eyes appeared even deeper, as if hiding
unspeakable feelings, using gentle words to disturb what seemed like a playful teasing.

"I like you." Every word he uttered suddenly, clear and dreamlike, pierced her heart from her ears
, leading her frantic heartbeat and the words "Me too," soaring to her throat like an elevator, only to be unexpectedly locked
there.

The unfulfilled expectation intensified, her hair, ruffled with nervousness, seemed to create an atmosphere of impending conflict.
Thoughts short-circuited, reason utterly surrendered. At this moment, their hearts were intertwined, their unspoken desires fading
into a desolate, abandoned road.

"It's cold outside, wear your scarf." In a mere half-second, the blackness that bound them together, the most insurmountable
distance, began to recede inch by inch. Their eyes had lost the ability to gaze tenderly at each other; a light touch of noses bridged
their emotions, until his lips quietly arrived. This pure, rational derailment left them both bewildered—
if a track had ever existed, this deep kiss officially declared the derailment.

"Kiss down, go all out, this kiss is like spilled water?" In silence, neither of them easily uttered the word "
separation ," using scattered, continuous kisses to illustrate a subtle indifference to day and night. Yes,
what unfolded that night was love's rebellion against reality, a promise and vow more moving than "Shang Xie," a tender game that disregarded
the bustling world.

4. "Joy Remains Tonight"

—such tenderness and intensity took three tries. The "gamble" is called "betting" precisely because no one can predict the outcome;
it's all the same—a loss. ? ?

Saturday night, we took two QQ accounts and then cuddled and
slept —you can easily imagine that, when we only see each other on weekends, my boyfriend always goes to great lengths
to put on a show like "21st Century, I'll Insert You into So Many Pots," aiming to leave fragments of passion scattered all over my house, so that even
after we part, the warmth of each other lingers on our bodies.

The next morning, I woke up groggily. I still rested my head on his arm, turning slightly to hold his
chest , feeling his heartbeat and breathing. His sleeping posture was adorable, making me unable to resist reaching out to touch his
hair, eyebrows, nose, lips, and... ? The movements of my fingers had to be as light and agile as figure skating, gliding from one end of the rink to the other
in an instant , perhaps turning back and forth a few times,
pausing at a few "sweet spots," performing some spins and alternating steps, patiently and gently touching, pressing, and teasing the sensitive "danger edge," finally
landing gracefully on the pillar—and then disappearing in an instant. I don't know if it was an automatic morning erection
or a passive response to being noticed, but my little brother had already gotten erect when I wasn't paying attention. But my partner
remained quiet, seemingly undisturbed, or perhaps just pretending to sleep and completely unbothered by my
"harassment"—when two modern men and women are "naked" facing each other, it's the perfect time to do some
fun things, I doubt they'd go practice some kind of "pure and innocent" ritual?

I leaned in and gently pecked the corner of his mouth, then
lightly , enjoying myself. The touch of naked skin naturally aroused me, making me want more. At that moment, I
really wanted to reach out and stroke his penis, and then... my... Well, I had to suppress my animalistic instincts with
reason , keeping his expectations hanging in the air to prolong his pleasure; after all, everything has its order and priorities,
and there's no rush to blow the flute. I pressed my limp body even closer to him, then buried my head and slowly, slowly
kissed the back of his ear, his earlobe, his neck and shoulders, like a kitten taking a bath; I tiptoed up and pressed my two little
snowballs against his waist and abdomen, my mouth and tongue busy playing games with his already hard nipples, and finally couldn't resist
reaching out to play with his penis, gently stroking and teasing it up and down. Oh, his little brother is so energetic, he has completely betrayed
my boyfriend, and he pretends to be from the drama department, even though his heart is beating faster and his breathing is heavier than mine, he still
keeps his eyes closed, determined to watch my performance.

"Hmm~??" I whispered in her ear in my most seductive voice, "I want it. I
won't be polite." Then I slowly backed away from her, raised my hips, and took the lollipop into my mouth
; it immediately made her groan. My left hand was busy with my testicles, while my right hand held the stick, sucking, licking
, circling, and trying to take it all the way in until it reached my throat, letting it go in and out, making my little
brother blush and drool; and my boyfriend finally couldn't hold back anymore, reaching out to touch my hair, then
holding my head and speeding up, until just before climaxing, he suddenly pulled out - I knew he really wanted to "save some,"
and I was happy to cooperate, automatically sitting down on the stick. Back and forth like that. Then up and down like that.

Suddenly her phone rang, the screen displaying "Mom". She immediately extended her index finger in
a "shh" gesture, answering the call while I continued what I was doing.

"Hello, Mom, good morning, what time is it?"

"Oh, yes, I'm at Yixin's place. Um, um, she has to go back to her family tonight, she won't be coming."

"Oh? Um??"

(I mouthed "Happy Mother's Day!" all the while.)

"Mom? Happy Mother's Day, um, I'll stop talking now, bye!"

After a while of thrusting, I became increasingly wet, but because I hadn't practiced riding skills, I was barely able to control myself
, and I was "unable to sit properly," desperately needing comfort. After my boyfriend quickly hung up, he put down
the phone got up, and flipped me over, pinning me down. We immediately switched positions from woman-on-top to man-on-top. "Silly girl, I'll satisfy
you before I teach you how to move," he said. He skillfully spread my legs and rhythmically slapped me, then grabbed my thighs,
lifted my legs, and placed them on his shoulders, all the while gazing at me tenderly. "Huh?? Do you know..."
"You're so beautiful, your expression is so alluring, I really want to look but I don't dare to look too long?" Sometimes he would say this
while thrusting, and then quickly thrust in and ejaculate inside me.

...

After morningq, we took a walk and then went back to his house together - he
lived with his second younger brother, and his youngest brother, who was the same age as me, lived with his parents. Coincidentally, his second younger brother didn't go out that day, so we
hid in the room and cried together, he played the guitar and I sang. Singing, kissing, touching, and then teasing,
he "wanted to enter," and I "flew":

"Your little brother is in the next room, we can't go too far, can we?? How about we do it again tonight?"

"(He kept rubbing my clitoris with his fingers, and after saying that, he even inserted his finger into me) Oh, really?"

He kept rubbing and inserting, making me wet, only one drop was shy, the rest was all desire.

"Hmm?? No?? Let me tell you, I'm not waiting, I want it??"

No matter how strong a man's and a woman's willpower is, they actually mean the same thing: resisting everything "except for temptation."

"But you have to be quieter." He gave that "friendly reminder," and then resumed his thrusting, driving me to
the brink of ecstasy . He turned me around a couple of times, covering my mouth to prevent me from making a sound.
While catching my breath during one of the turns, I sneakily suggested, "I want to try blowjobs~ Can you not ejaculate inside me too quickly?"
Upon hearing this, he immediately became even more eager, saying, "Of course!" Finally, he pulled out just in time, and
I immediately opened my mouth to catch the semen, looked at him, swallowed it all, and then licked his penis clean
until it stopped moving.

...

I have a childhood friend who calls himself a flirting expert. He's a real "bad friend," always saying he wants to put
money in our pockets, and he's got a lot of tips for getting laid. I remember the first adult video I ever watched was with him
at home while we were eating potato chips. During my Form 5 to Form 7 years, because of the public exams and the many holidays, my girlfriends and I
loved to go to Kwun Tong Pier to chat whenever we missed a test—back then, the waterfront was still relatively new.
I remember once, I put a straw into a can of beer, held the straw, pursed my lips, and slowly sipped. Suddenly, a
question , so I asked her, "Hey Ping, you've been through so much, how do you know if a man
wants to sleep with you?" She smiled and said, "Pick, silly girl, does a normal, hot-blooded man want to sleep with you
all day long ? Well, it depends on how impulsive he is." Then she slowly gave me a dozen examples.

That night, just before falling asleep, we were on the bed with our hands on Notebook, looking at sheet music, playing guitar
, and singing when my boyfriend suddenly pressed down on me from behind, gently touching my freshly washed and dried hair, and slowly said
, "You smell so good." At that moment, I remembered what Ya Ping had said: "When a man says to you
indifferently , 'You smell so good,' or reaches out and pats your hair, nine times out of ten he'll want to do something
." I turned to look at my boyfriend and softly asked, "What's wrong? You have to get up at 5:30 tomorrow to catch the early boat
to work? Okay. Aren't you tired?"

He smiled and touched my face: "But I really want to... I'm definitely drunk." You see,
it's not the wine that makes people drunk, it's the person who makes them drunk, it's not the lust that makes people infatuated. When a man wants something, nothing can stop
him. So, Sunday, so gentle yet intense, happened three times – morning, noon, and night – the "gamble" is a "gamble"
because the outcome is unpredictable; it's still a loss.

5.

Rainy night in Hengqin isn't for people with good character; getting through depends on luck unless you bring enough money; an uninvited guest threatens you with a
knife at midnight; the truth will come out, and it will be a nightmare. Thinking back to about three months ago, my relationship with Herman had just lasted a month. That night, a rather convoluted event

occurred. But my courage is 100% firm; otherwise, what would I be like? I'll think about it later. Anyway, this post isn't as comfortable and pleasant as the previous ones; you might be blown away by the wind, drenched by the rain , and frightened by blood and tears. For the sake of the plot, I had no choice but to boldly pick up my "historian's pen" to record this event and include it in the "Fun Theater" series. By the way, I'll also introduce the "traffic history" of Hong Kong and Macau. So, I advise my friends who are eager to see the main event to be patient and wait for the "main event" to begin. (Don't panic, I thought my pen was a magic sword, but after writing for a while, I realized it was just a toothpick.) Special announcement: Don't worry, everyone, I never thought about trying to cheat on the word count. - Columnists do cheat, they just calculate the payment based on the number of words. It's not like why old-fashioned martial arts novels by Jin Yong, Gu Long, and Liang Yusheng liked to mention the Eight Extraordinary Meridians so often (has anyone actually compiled and verified this?)? Because they can cool you down right away, starting from the Ren and Du meridians and counting until they reach the end, and that's more than half a piece. "Herman, what time do you finish work tonight? Should I take the ferry to the Hong Kong-Macau Ferry Terminal to find you, or should I take the ferry directly to Zhuhai Jiuzhou Port?" " I don't have a meeting today, so I should be able to get off early. You should catch the ferry to Zhuhai. Remember to buy some bags before you leave ; I don't want to buy things in Taiwan, I'm afraid they'll break." Two hours later? "Yixin, I don't have a business trip tomorrow, Saturday. The weather is so bad right now, and your hand is still sore from the massage , don't come alone—I'll be coming back soon." "Oh, okay, I'll cook dinner for you. Be careful on the road." Three hours later? "Herman, I'm 'ready'! Where are you? Have you gotten off the boat yet?" "(voice call) Yixin, don't panic, calm down and listen to me: I'm at the hospital right now . A window shattered at the construction site earlier, and some shards of glass flew and hit me. I'm okay now, but I'm still stopping the bleeding and getting checked out. Be good tonight and wait for me to come tomorrow morning." Thinking: My boyfriend is in trouble and can't come—oh no—I already have a cold, and I was cut by glass. He said he'd take the boat tomorrow morning, wouldn't that be tough? I decided to act first and tell him later: the night would pass, and I'd give him a "surprise." (Off-screen voice: Damn, watching movies really corrupts the brain!) After deciding to set off, I checked the flights online before leaving, only to find that all ferries to Macau and Zhuhai had been suspended due to heavy fog, and it was expected that the fog warning would be canceled—at least until 11 o'clock—before normal services would resume. No choice, I packed my bags anyway, putting three boxes of different "flavors" of Dom Dom and two packs of extra-strong cold medicine into my backpack; the Gongbei border was closed at dawn? Oh dear, I immediately consulted Google to see which border crossing was still open in Macau, and then a few lines of confidently sensational headlines caught my eye…

I was thrilled:

"Highly recommend taking the Hengqin border crossing to Macau Airport (it's open 24 hours now)!"

"A new experience crossing the border at Hengqin!"

Wow, great! With "Hengqin," no more hassle! I successfully boarded the 11:45 PM
ferry to the Hong Kong-Macau Ferry Terminal, arrived at the border crossing close to 1 AM, then jumped into a taxi and asked the driver to take me to the Hengqin border crossing.

Macau, where I landed late at night, was shrouded in mist, with a howling wind and a drizzling rain. Demons
called out to each other, but I couldn't see them.

"Miss, you're lucky you met a gentleman like me who's willing to take you to 'Hengqin' this late at night
without charging an exorbitant price. At this hour, my fellow travelers don't even turn on their watches, they just rip you off!"
(Brother, why is Hengqin so far? What? I asked the receptionist, and she said it's a little farther than the Border Gate?
What's wrong? Is Macau really that small?) Yes, normally in Macau, you can fly from one place to any other, and no matter how far, it won't cost more than
two hundred dollars for a taxi. But Hengqin is very remote and desolate, located near Hac Sa Bay, which is the southernmost and most
remote part of Macau. It's still under development. Also, recently... To get to Hengqin, after crossing the Macau border, there's
a highway . You can't walk across; you have to take a car to get to the Zhuhai border.
What time is it now? If you're lucky, you'll get a white-plated taxi; it'll take you through customs and out of the city in one go. But be prepared to be ripped off;
it'll be quite expensive. (Brother, I only have 300 Hong Kong dollars and 80 RMB on me. Does that mean I
don't need to pay? ) "Get through the border? I'm already exhausted and sleepy, and I'm still a little confused. (The possibility is low
, but I wouldn't say it's completely impossible.)"

The driver continued explaining to me in the tone of a midnight radio ghost storyteller, as we crossed the bridge: "Heh,
this bridge, so narrow and scary? Buses can't pass, only cars are allowed? Thirty or
forty . (Why?) Traffic accidents, motorcycles get hit and thrown into the sea." Finally,
the meter jumped to 202 dollars. "Okay, that's 200 dollars, good luck." Then the taxi
sped away, disappearing in the blink of an eye; what greeted me was "
Rainy Night , several burly men, and a black dog running freely without a leash.

Sleepiness suppressed my fear. I paced back and forth, wondering if I was in the right place: then a large
tour bus arrived. A dozen or so middle-aged and elderly people, speaking Mandarin, dragged suitcases and followed the tour leader's directions,
heading in my direction. At this point, I "followed" the "group" and "led" into the border hall, but they
moved very slowly as a group. I could only imagine myself as a special VIP, like a diplomat, enjoying the convenient and fast
border crossing service all to myself, until I passed through the first Macau border and reached the other end of the hall, preparing to "cross the bridge" to the Zhuhai border. Four or
five burly men huddled around a black private car, demanding 300 RMB to take me to downtown Zhuhai—but even if
I had the money, I wouldn't dare or be willing to get in the car; instead, I asked the "tour group" leader and the tour bus driver, pleading with them, my eyes brimming with
tears for a ride. "Little sister, you're lucky. I just happened to be going this way.
There was also a tour group going to Taiwan whose flight was delayed for two or three hours, and one of the members said they couldn't find their documents.
They were stuck at the border for a whole hour, and the whole village was waiting for them before they could leave. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have bumped into each other."

By the time I arrived at the building where my boyfriend lived, it was already three o'clock. I quietly used the spare key he gave me to
open the door and went inside. As soon as I entered, I could hear my boyfriend sleeping soundly in bed. I dragged my tired body to take a quick
shower, then quietly opened the door and approached the bed with the lightest of steps. Suddenly—

"(Screaming) Who's there?"

My boyfriend thought I was a thief, and he jumped up immediately, pushed me against the wall, covered my mouth,
and even took out a hard knife (postscript: I heard that the security in mainland China is very bad, that shyly they
keep a knife under the bed a few times.) and held it to my neck; the cold pressure of the blade instantly scared me away
, and instead brought back memories of the night's "adventure" that almost got me a haircut. I started to feel scared, started to find it hard to believe, and
for a moment I couldn't even call out "It's me, Yixin," and tears just started flowing uncontrollably.

"Waaaaah?? Waaaaah?? I, I'm so scared, I'm sorry, I sneaked over here without telling you?? I just crossed
Hengqin Pass, it was so scary?? Waaaaah???"

He finally realized that the "thief" was me, immediately moved the knife away, opened his arms and hugged me tightly: "Ah,
Yixin, ah, it was you." But my whole body was still trembling, and I couldn't stop crying, crying like that??
Seeing that I was still not calm, he kept kissing me, using his breath to regulate my breathing, until his crotch swelled up and
pressed against my navel, then he carried me to the bed, lifted up my vest nightgown, and thrust his hard part into the forbidden zone,
and then?? We held each other and made love until dawn.

Final Chapter: 6.

We can love each other even if we are far apart; it is better to forget each other in the world than to cling to each other in hardship.

How to say goodbye is an age-old problem, and therefore an art. Do you prefer to say
"再见" (zai jian) in Chinese, "阿уfwiedersehen" (untilseei
ngagain) in German, or "sayonara" in Japanese? Whatever language it is, whether it literally
means "see you someday" (which could be a way of coaxing you) or "no future" (which could be considered bad luck), it's all
the same—because the true intention is always "bye-words," which needs to be found beyond words;
only "separation" as the final outcome is an indisputable fact. So, in the end, I finally said to him:
"Goodbye."

On the last day of May, at 5:30 pm, on the large bed in a suite on the 23rd floor of the Venetian Macao,
I was experimenting with the legendary "black temptation" that could drive any man crazy. For the first time, I wore see-through
black stockings and a black vest, then skillfully wrapped a thin red ribbon around my neck, tying a small
bow at my collarbone—like the final step of putting on my school uniform back in the old days. Done! About half an hour left, she'd be back
, and I'd sit quietly waiting for her to unwrap my final "birthday present."

I still remember this New Year, when I should have been busy with my graduation plans, but because I accidentally broke
my right hand , I underwent a four-and
-a-half-hour emergency surgery at the hospital where I was born. Everything was put on hold, and I could only try to find joy in this unexpected
"holiday." It was around this time that my aunt took me to visit her relatives for the New Year, and in a completely unexpected way, she introduced me to them.
My cousin , whom she described as "single for many years, handsome, a HKUST graduate, with extremely high-set eyes, who, like you, loves music, is working as an engineer in Macau, and is ten years older than you," was my first encounter
with me at a New Year's dinner table filled with elders . And then, someone falls in love at first sight… This sheer black stocking is incredibly thin. Looking at myself in the mirror, I realized that portraying a rebellious bad girl isn't as easy as I imagined—however, the contrast of "the girl next door being coy and seductive" might just be another aphrodisiac. That day, my aunt strongly urged me to try dating her cousin; she felt that I, who had always " met the wrong person , might finally settle down, or that he was the right person, someone I could dream of the future with. Purely because of such fragile timing, such pointless matchmaking, and such a negative mindset, I silently agreed with my aunt's statement, and then, following everyone's wishes, tried my best to immerse myself in my role. I still remember our first date, on the Ferris wheel in Central , when this boy was so shy he didn't even dare to hold my hand. He only dared to tentatively ask, "Do you think the couple in front of us will kiss?" "I'm not interested in what they do. How about you try to kiss me?" Of course, I didn't say that out loud, and swallowed it back. I just smiled and replied, "I don't know." However, this innocence didn't last long— it was all forgotten after "going off track" (re: #5): he no longer needed to "follow the rules" or suppress his desires... Tonight is the first time I've stayed at the "Westnian" hotel. The hotel room was luxuriously decorated, dazzling with colors; after a few nights, once the birthday person arrived, we would try out different positions and speeds on this big bed, by the window, on the sofa in the small living room, and in the large bathtub in the bathroom. (Unfortunately, the beautiful spring night could only become a memory, because having fully "woke up" in May, I was already "eager to go home" and just wanted to "quickly make my exit.") I pulled myself out of the fragments of memory and returned to reality, sitting on the bed, and with the warmest smile, said to the birthday person who rushed in —the one I had once tried to "love" wholeheartedly: "Happy birthday." "Yixin, you're so sexy??" She was so eager, she immediately grabbed me, untied my vest, leaving the bow on, and then reached inside my thigh, tearing my black stockings before I could defend myself. Then she let the stockings she had just tormented continue hanging on my legs, rubbing, kneading, and touching my sensitive spots with varying pressure. I wrapped my arms around her neck, cooperating with her French kiss. "Do you miss me?" "Yes, I do." "Do you want it?" "Yes, I want it so much." She gripped my wrists tightly, sealed my mouth with hers, and then thrust deep inside; less than ten minutes of thrusting and she ejaculated, leaving only our panting breaths. After dinner, we held hands and went to the bathroom to shower together, then moved to the bathtub filled with warm water to play in the water like lovers. I curled up in front of him, my back pressed against his chest, feeling his erection between my thighs, while his hands roamed over my waist. He gently held my hand and massaged me, especially my breasts, which were most vulnerable to being played with, applying the massage up and down, back and forth: Mmm, it smelled wonderfully of lavender. I looked into the large mirrors on the front and side, and saw that he was also looking into the mirrors, observing my reaction—my cheeks were flushed, my mouth slightly open, like a submissive kitten . Water pipe. Lotus position. Rear position. Train bento position. Three times in one night— unfortunately , these should also be the last three times? (Two days later, I said "goodbye" on the phone.) ~End of this piece~

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