【A Woman's Mole】(68-70) Author: Bo Bo Xiong Yong

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(Sixty-eight)

I went to the hotel designated by the company for receiving clients because I knew they offered laundry and drying services, and I
needed to spend the whole night getting rid of the smell of alcohol on my clothes.

Lying in bed, I whispered to the darkness and the air, "Why are you pretending to be so proper?"

The darkness and the air remained silent. I asked again, "Why is she pretending to be so proper?"

The world is simple, but it becomes complicated because of people. So why are we pretending to be so proper?

"I will never pretend to be proper again," I said to myself in a daze.

...

A few days later, when I was in Beijing for a meeting, I learned that I had actually passed the preliminary examination for postgraduate entrance exams.
I would be going to NJ for the re-examination and interview in the middle of next month.

As the saying goes, wherever there are people, there is a jianghu (江湖, a world of martial arts and chivalry). I wanted to be a person who sees things through to the end. I wanted
to work at the company until my last day and then leave lightly. I didn't want
to be targeted by my superiors for the last six months because of the small jianghu within the company—I wanted to get a few more months of salary—so, the next day, I honestly
continued to do what I was supposed to do.

On the phone, I told Guo Ying that I couldn't spend Valentine's Day with her this year…

She laughed and said, "I received your flowers, I love them.

" I said, "I hope they won't have withered when I get home…"

She said, "I've already put them in a vase, and I change the water every day."

I hesitated for a moment and said, "I have an interview in NJ in the middle of next month…"

She seemed to pause for a moment, then said, "I understand… Are we going to be separated again?"

I said, "I'll come back to see you every week, or you can come to see me… Didn't you want to buy a car?"

She said, "No, I want to buy a big house first!"

I said, "Okay, buy a house, have children."

She asked coquettishly, "Did you miss me?"

This question seemed familiar, so familiar that I answered without thinking, "Yes, I did
! I couldn't sleep last night…"

After hanging up, I was stunned for a moment before finally remembering that beautiful girl, only
the seemed to have faded. I laughed self-deprecatingly, then suddenly longed to hear her voice and know how she was doing.
As I sat on the edge of the bed, dialing the landline number and listening to the endless ringing of the dial tone, I realized
it was the dead of night on the other side of the ocean…

I helplessly hung up the phone and sighed.

The world becomes complicated because of people.

I remembered how many times in college I called her, but because of my pitiful pride, I always
hung up immediately after dialing; now, I really want to call her, but I worry that no one will answer, or
… or that she can't answer, or even worse, I'm afraid of hearing another man's voice…

I picked up my phone somewhat irritably, dialed, and asked directly, "Where are you?"

"Where could I be? At the company, just finished eating, what's up?"

"I want to see you, I'm going back early tomorrow… I'm not going home."

"What do you mean?" she said reproachfully.

"What do you think?" I said with a sly smile.

"We're colleagues!" she sighed.

"Don't pretend!" I said angrily, "I'll arrive tomorrow afternoon, you can get ready and wait for me!" Before
she could speak, I hung up the phone.

Damn! What a hypocrite! I cursed inwardly.

Soon after, I received a WeChat message from her: You're such a scoundrel!

I replied: I'll book a room later, and I'll go straight there after I get back to Shanghai tomorrow. Come or not, it's up to you!

She said: Then you can shower and wait for me…

…

When I heard a knock and opened the door, she looked me up and down and laughed, “Showered?”

My face flushed, feeling like a prostitute being scrutinized by a customer.

“Aren't you coming in?” I looked down at her slightly embarrassed face and said.

“We're colleagues,” she said, standing in the doorway.

“Then what are you doing here?” I teased, leaning against the door.

She rolled her eyes at me, brushed past my shoulder, and gracefully entered the room, a faint
fragrance .

“Aren't you being hypocritical?” I closed the door and hugged her from behind, laughing.

“Aren't you?” she said, tilting her head and glancing at me out of the corner of her eye.

"I've decided to stop being a hypocrite," I said, my hand covering her breasts, soft
and pleasant to the touch.

"Sigh...aren't you afraid?" she sighed.

"Afraid? Afraid of what?" I squeezed her breasts hard, asking with a smile.

"Gossip...rumors..."

"Only heaven and earth know, you and I know."

"I'm going to take a shower..."

"No need! I can't wait!" I said, turning her around and lowering my head to kiss her red lips.

She pushed my face away forcefully, panting, "Aren't you really afraid? You have a girlfriend, and so do I..."

"I said, only heaven and earth know, you and I know, tonight is over, and then forget about it!" I said, lifting her
chin.

She tilted her head slightly, her chin rounded, her lips coated with a glossy lipstick, very alluring. I
couldn't resist lowering my head again and kissing her red lips, caressing her breasts, saying, "I've thought it through, I'm not going to pretend anymore!"

She responded to my kiss, panting softly, "You've been pretending all along... I feel so tired, so repressed
..."

"Then let's relax tonight," I said, cupping her face with a smile, her cheeks flushed and
burning .

"But, we're colleagues..." she sighed again.

"I'm resigning soon, so it's okay.

" "Oh?... " she asked, but I didn't give her a chance to speak, kissing her lips again,
silencing her question.

"I want to take a shower!" she said, her small hand reaching under her pajamas to grasp my penis, panting softly.

"I can't wait," I said as I undressed her.

"Ah!" she cried, squeezing her thighs together, "Don't touch there, it's dirty!"

"I don't care about anything else, I just want to fuck you right now!" I said, throwing my pajamas
on the floor and scooping her up, tossing her onto the bed.

"Ah!" she gasped, her brows furrowing and her mouth agape. Then she snapped, "You
scoundrel ! Be gentle!"

"You've been pretending all along?" I asked, thrusting my penis in and out.

"Who isn't pretending?" she said, biting her lip. "Everyone has several masks on, ah! It's too deep
!"

"You're so wet!" I chuckled, licking her eyelashes. "It's already overflowing after just a few thrusts..."

"You rascal!" she scolded, "Harder! Oh...aren't you tired of pretending?"

"It's tiring! I'm going crazy! You're right, I have to change several masks every day. One at
home one on the street, one downstairs at the company, one at the company, one when I get home and into bed at night
, one in front of my parents, and one in front of my friends..." I became more and more excited as I spoke, so
much so that my thrusts became stronger and stronger.

"Ah... oh... be gentle!" she said coquettishly, unable to bear it any longer.

I tried to calm myself down, took a deep breath, and asked with a smile, "And you?"

"Same as you! Ah, so deep!" she said, frowning. "At home, I have to be a good wife and mother; at work,
I have to maintain a woman's elegance at all times; and in front of my friends, I have to be natural and unpretentious..."

"Oh? And in bed?" I asked with a lewd grin.

"Pah!" she spat, blushing.

"Hmm? What are you like in bed?" I pressed.

"Like this..." she said through gritted teeth.

"Don't you think that's boring?" I said, kneading her breasts.

"What else can I say?" she blinked.

"You have to say, 'Fuck me! Fuck me hard!'"

"Vulgar!" she said, turning her head away, no longer looking at me.

"Didn't you come here tonight seeking excitement and something new?" I stopped, cupping her face in my hands.
"So, stop pretending, or tonight will be meaningless!"

"Fuck me!" she whispered, biting her lip under my gaze. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

...

They say people wearing masks are more likely to open up and let loose. But tonight, we completely tore off
our masks, revealing our true selves, indulging in fierce physical contact and high-pitched moans. Her bright, alluring
red lips and captivating eyes fascinated me; her soft, full breasts were irresistible;
her snow-white thighs and glossy black hair were irresistible.

"Tonight I'm going to fuck you to death!" I panted.

"You? Come on, bring it on!" she said contemptuously, her eyes narrowed.

"Damn it!" I almost choked on her words, and roared, "If you don't want to do it, beg for mercy, or I'll change my surname to yours today!"
With that, I thrust my penis in hard, all the way to the bottom. "Is it good?"

"No!" she sneered through gritted teeth.

"Damn it! You've really angered me!" I yelled, my penis thrusting even harder into her body, making
a series of crisp slapping sounds.

"Ahhh, you! Go easy on me! Are you trying to kill me?!" she said

, frowning. "I'm fucking you to death!" I corrected her, "Didn't you say I'm no good?"

"I didn't say that!" she retorted, her thighs wrapping tightly around my waist, making each
thrust even more difficult for me.

"Can you cooperate a little?" I wiped the sweat from my forehead and said with a wry smile.

"No way!" she sneered, "Go ahead and fuck me to death if you dare!"

"Damn it!" I roared, flipping her over and thrusting into her from behind, followed by a
furious barrage of pumping.

"Okay, okay! I'm sorry! Slow down! I can't take it anymore!" she
cried, her head buried in the pillow.

"Fuck!" I only managed to utter one curse before feeling her vagina suddenly tighten, and I couldn't hold back any longer.
I said, "Damn it, I'm going to cum!"

"Hehe..." she giggled triumphantly, turning her head to wink at me.

I pulled out my penis, spraying my semen onto her snow-white buttocks, and lay exhausted on the bed, mocking myself:
"I didn't expect you to trick me!"

She crawled over, straddling me, and said with a smile, "It's your fault for bullying me earlier!"

"You've made me lose face!" I said with a wry smile.

"Pah!" she pouted and scolded, "Does it have to take a long time to feel good? Don't you think that's boring!
You already made me feel so good..."

"No orgasm..." I snorted.

"Then I want more... give me an orgasm!" she said, biting her lip, "Take me to take a shower, I'm so dirty down there,
wash me clean, then you can fuck me again!"

...

After doing it countless times, we lay exhausted on the bed. The room was extremely quiet, only the sound of
our .

"I felt so good!" she said breathlessly.

"I'm exhausted!" I said, panting heavily, "How was it? Was it exciting?"

"Yeah! I've never been this excited before..." she turned around, facing me sideways, "At home, I
would never moan this loudly, and I wouldn't dare to swear..."

"Swear? Did you swear?" I laughed, touching her breasts.

"..." She rolled her eyes at me and scolded, "It's all your fault for corrupting me!"

"So, do you still want me to fuck you?"

"Yes!" she said, squinting her eyes. "I still want you to fuck me! I want more..."

"Fuck! No way! Tomorrow morning, I'm too tired!" I said through gritted teeth.

"Hehe..." she giggled, covering her mouth. "So you were just bragging. Take my surname!"

"Get lost!" I said angrily. "Didn't I make you beg for mercy? Besides, the name Xie Tian is too awful!"

"I don't care! Either you fuck me now, or you take my surname and I'll call you Xie Tian from now on!"

"Xie Shutong! Don't force me!" I said angrily, flipping over and pinning her down.

"Fuck me!" she said seductively, biting her lip.

"Damn it, you really want to drain me dry!" I said, kissing her while rubbing my penis against her labia
. Unfortunately, after a long time, my penis still failed to get erect.

"Hehe..." She covered her mouth and chuckled, then leaned close to my ear and said, "Let me lick it!"

"Hiss..." I gasped, holding her head. "You're really good at oral sex!"

She rolled her eyes at me and continued to suck my penis with all her might, quickly licking all the white fluid and
semen off it. My penis grew harder and harder as her red lips and pink tongue moved.

"Fuck me!" she cried, lifting her head and licking her wet red lips with her tongue. "I'm wearing a condom,
so you don't have to pull it out..."

After ejaculating on top of Xie Shutong, I suddenly felt a sense of disappointment, as if it wasn't all that great. Perhaps after ejaculating so many
times , my brain had become dull, and my threshold for pleasure was getting higher and higher?

"What's wrong? Not satisfied?" she asked breathlessly.

"No, it was great, how could I not be satisfied!" I replied casually.

"But why do I feel like you're not as excited as you were the last few times I ejaculated, with that contorted face..." she said,
biting her lip .

"Nonsense!" I covered my lie with an angry expression, saying, "I'm exhausted! How can I have the energy to enjoy it?
I'm not like you, lying there motionless, just enjoying yourself..."

She chuckled, wrapped her arms around my neck, and said coquettishly, "Okay, okay, next time you lie down, and I'll move, alright?"

"Fine! Go to sleep, I'm so sleepy!"

"Turn around and hug me while you sleep!" she pushed my back and said reproachfully.

"No way..."

"Yes!

" "..."

The light went out, and everything was quiet. She breathed softly in my arms and quickly fell asleep. I thought
for a while and said to the darkness and the air: It's so good not to pretend!

"Are you leaving first or should I leave first?" she asked, her face slightly flushed.

I stroked her lips and smiled, "Weren't you very generous last night and just now in bed? Now you've become
so reserved?"

"You!" she stomped her foot and said reproachfully, "You rascal! You're such a rogue! I was just afraid of being seen
, so I'm leaving first. You can leave in ten minutes!"

I smiled wryly as I watched her quietly leave, just as quietly as she had come. I stood by the window in my room, and
a few minutes later I saw her walk out of the hotel, hail a taxi, and before getting in, she
glanced at me. Her gaze was so precise that I had a feeling she had noticed me.

When I arrived at the company, she was already seated at her desk, still as elegant and serene as ever. I
walked past her as usual, nodding and smiling, "Good morning!"

She brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, smiled, and nodded, "Good morning!"

*Pretending!* I thought to myself as I walked.

Then I laughed self-deprecatingly. I used to think only women could act, but now I realize
that everyone is the same; not only women, but men can act too.

But why do I feel so tired and anxious every day, acting like this? When will I be able to take off this
mask and live authentically, even just for a day, for a night… It

's so exhausting!

After work, I opened the door and smiled at Guo Ying, "Honey, I'm home!"

"Did you miss me?" she asked, throwing herself at me and hugging my neck affectionately.

"I've missed you so much!" I said, and kissed her hard on the lips. "I'll eat you tonight!"

...

Before going to sleep, listening to the girl's breathing in my arms, I said to myself: Life is like a play, and as you act, it
becomes real.

(Sixty-nine)

In mid-March, I returned to NJ and saw the forsythia in full bloom on campus, swaying gently in the warm breeze.

This time I came alone and invited my future boss to dinner that night. I was still feeling emboldened by the wine. Boss Gao, reeking of
alcohol, patted my shoulder and said arrogantly, "Little Zhang, don't worry, I've already
spoken to . I'll be an interviewer the day after tomorrow, so you can rest assured about my work!"

I felt disgusted by his words. Did he think I couldn't pass without him? But I
smiled , "That's right, that's right, thank you, Boss Gao! I'll drink to you! You can drink as you please..." After saying that, I tilted my head back
and poured the white wine in the pot into my mouth.

"Damn, I love students like you!" Professor Gao slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "So straightforward! I
'll drink too! Haha..."

I grimaced as I took a sip of water, then lowered my head and smiled bitterly.

"What are you all standing there for?" Professor Gao winked at the students accompanying him, "From now on,
we're classmates, so you have to..."

I patiently listened to his lecture for almost five minutes, but finally couldn't hold back any longer and said, "I'm new
here, so I should first toast all the senior students. Please take good care of me!"

While clinking glasses and drinking with everyone, I inwardly grumbled about Professor Gao's foul mouth,
even . However, I actually quite liked this kind of teacher; in his words, he was to my liking.

"I have many students, and they handle school affairs and sometimes company matters. I'm
thinking of assigning you to the company; I'm really short-staffed," Mr. Gao complained to me. He probably sensed
my confusion and explained with a wry smile, "Let me be honest with you. Don't be fooled by the number of students;
only a few are truly helpful. First-year graduate students are busy with classes, third-year students are busy writing their dissertations and looking for jobs, and doctoral students are under too much
pressure . I'm a little embarrassed to use them, haha..."

He actually said something like that; it seemed he wasn't just fooling me. I thought to myself, "Does that mean I don't have to
attend classes? Do I not have to graduate?

" "You're different!" he said, patting my shoulder. "You've been working for two years; you have experience. Once you're
familiar with things, you can be a key player!"

I glanced at his fat, chubby face out of the corner of my eye. His small eyes blinked rapidly; the more I looked at him, the more he resembled a
shrewd businessman, not a university professor.

What could I say? Could I refuse? Life is like rape; if you can't resist, then spread your legs
and enjoy it.

So I said sincerely, "I'll do whatever you ask, whatever you tell me to do..." After
saying that, I added in my mind, "I won't do it for less money!"

And so, at the dinner table, I sold myself to Boss Gao. Perhaps because I accepted his arrangement, he
was very happy, drinking like it was water, spouting "Fuck!" repeatedly, leaving me speechless.
I glanced at the two girls at the table; one was blushing and embarrassed, while the other was quite
calm , nodding and smiling in response.

Damn! I thought to myself, this girl is something else! What was her name again? I forgot…

Before leaving, I said to Boss Gao, "Let me take you home."

He forced a bright smile onto his pale, fat face, patted my shoulder, and said, "You look down on Professor Gao? Then…"
" I can drink half a jin without a problem, but you, haha... I can go back by myself. You get some rest, you have a second exam tomorrow
afternoon . Okay, that's all, I'm leaving!"

"The driver is here to pick him up..." someone said behind me.

I turned around, it was that girl, standing on the edge of the flower bed, so she seemed a bit tall, her eyes almost level with mine.

"Didn't see the car?"

"At the intersection, it's a one-way street here..." she pointed ahead.

I looked, and sure enough, there was a black sedan parked there, its headlights on.

I smiled wryly, "How can Boss Gao drink so much? Luckily it's over, otherwise I really would have thrown up!"

She chuckled lightly, "I've seen him drink a jin and a half and he's fine..."

"Oh?" I looked her up and down, she wasn't very tall, a little over 1.6 meters, wearing a short black skirt with white polka dots,
the hem reaching her knees, black stockings on her legs, her calves weren't very straight, but they were quite well-proportioned, so she didn't look bad.
The streetlights were dim, so I couldn't see her face clearly.

"What's your name again? Sorry, I didn't remember..." I said awkwardly.

"Wang Ziyue," she said, "Wang Ziyue, the 'Wang' in 'Prince,' and Yueyue, the 'Wang' in 'Prince'."

Already feeling dizzy, her name made me even more confused. I stared at her blankly,
completely unable to recall how to write those three characters.

"Give it to me!" she said, holding out her hand.

"What?"

"My phone!" she said playfully.

She typed on my phone and then handed it back to me.

"Oh? Wang Ziyue, what a nice name!" I praised sincerely.

"Thank you!" she chuckled.

"Why?" I handed the phone back to her.

"It's a phone call!" I laughed.

"Oh..." she smiled sheepishly.

"First year of graduate school? Second year? Third year?" I asked while she was typing.

"First year.

" "Oh? Should I still call you 'senior sister'?"

"No! Am I that old? You graduated two years ago!" she said playfully.

"Isn't this a bit inappropriate?" I said coyly.

"Just call me by my name, and I'll call you by your name too, it's fine!" she laughed.

"It is fine!" I said, but my eyes were lingering on her full, perky breasts, thinking to myself, it really is fine.

"Where do you live? Going back?" I checked the time, it was only 9:30.

"Tao 2," she said.

"Oh?" My heart skipped a beat. Yan Ji had lived there before, and I
had . Thinking of this, I couldn't help but laugh.

"What are you laughing at? And why are you laughing like that..." she asked curiously.

"Ah, nothing, I just suddenly remembered someone," I shook my dizzy head and asked with a smile:
"Are you thinking that my laughter is so lewd?"

"I didn't say that! You said it yourself!" she covered her mouth and laughed.

"Shall I treat you to tea or coffee?" I explained again, "I'm a little drunk, I want to sober up, and I'd also like to
hear you talk about Boss Gao's students."

"Okay," she said, hopping down from the edge of the flowerbed like a sparrow.
"There's one up ahead, Sculpting Time."

The streetlights illuminated her slightly upturned face, and I realized how beautiful she was when she smiled, with two adorable dimples
on her cheeks .

I ordered a cold drink, and she ordered a cappuccino. We sat facing each other on the second floor by the window,
overlooking the one-way street, bustling with people, mostly students.

"How come I never noticed there was a coffee shop near the school before?" I asked, gazing at the tea
restaurant . "I've eaten at that tea restaurant before, but I never looked across the street, so I missed it..."

"Oh?" she nodded gently, just smiling. She seemed to know I wasn't finished.

"You look quite pretty when you smile," I said, but suddenly lost all interest in reminiscing, my gaze fixed on her
dimples .

"Oh?" Her lips curled up, her dimples deepening. "You're quite interesting.
Just a moment ago you looked so heartbroken, and now you're being witty." She covered her mouth and laughed.

"Don't cover your mouth when you laugh... Do you have buck teeth?"

"You! You're so annoying!" she scolded playfully.

"Did I guess right?"

I knew it. Since we met, she had only smiled, and whenever she laughed more, she
would cover her mouth.

She didn't seem to take my words to heart, giving me a sidelong glance. "I just got my braces off, but it's
become a habit..."

"I knew it! I couldn't tell before, so I was wondering why you covered your mouth when you laughed.
Your dimples are so pretty!"

She's from Wuhu, Anhui, which is very close to NJ, and she sings Huangmei Opera very well, so I asked her to sing a piece.

She wasn't coy at all, instead asking, "Which part do you want to hear?" Then she pouted and said, "I doubt you
can tell ..."

I chuckled, "The female imperial consort, of course!"

I saw her eyes crinkle with laughter, and under the warm glow of the lamplight, her dimples deepened.

Though seated, she adopted a serious demeanor, her gestures and expressions belying her profession, as she sang in a low,
measured voice, "To save my beloved Li Lang, I left my home; who knew I'd become the top scholar in the imperial examinations? The top scholar wears a red robe,
a red flower adorning his hat—how novel..."

I listened, somewhat engrossed, until she coughed. Then I clapped my hands and said, "You're not
from a theatrical family, are you?"

She covered her mouth and chuckled again, saying, "My mother is a Huangmei Opera actress; I learned from her since I was little..."

Damn! I'd been underestimating her talent all along!

"Was it good?" she asked, blinking.

"It was good! I loved it!"

She pouted, "Not many people listen to it anymore; my mother's almost out of a job!"

"That's how local operas are; they're not like Peking Opera. But I do listen to them sometimes."

"Oh? You listen to opera too?" she asked, surprised.

"Just a little," I chuckled. "My father loves Peking Opera; I used to listen to him sing and play the instruments when I was little."

I realized it's rare to find someone with whom you share common interests, especially a beautiful woman.
So I said, "How about I perform a bit of Peking Opera for you?"

She immediately widened her eyes and exclaimed, "Sure, sure!"

I was a little dumbfounded. It was then I realized I hadn't sung a single line of Peking Opera in over ten years, and I couldn't even
remember the lyrics clearly.

"I only learned a few excerpts, 'Taking Tiger Mountain by Strategy' and 'Shajiabang,' but I've forgotten most of the lyrics," I said awkwardly.

"It's okay, just sing whatever!"

Unexpectedly, after I finished singing, she covered her mouth and laughed again, saying, "The beginning was pretty good, but why did it
sound a bit like a pop song towards the end, haha..."

I smiled wryly, "It's been so many years since I've touched it, so please don't laugh at me!"

She bit her lip, trying hard to hold back her laughter, her eyes glistening with tears. I snapped, "Laugh if you want to!"

"Haha!" She lay on the table, laughing wildly, slapping the table as she laughed, like a madwoman.

"I'm not laughing anymore, I'm not laughing anymore, I'm laughing so hard I'm crying..." she said, wiping her eyes.

"Why didn't your dad teach you more? It's such a pity," she said regretfully.

I pouted and said, "Come on, ever since I started junior high, he's hardly ever home. Sigh, never
mind, it's all tears..."

"An artsy type?" she blinked curiously.

"Me?" I pointed to myself.

"Pah!" she spat, "I'm talking about your dad..."

"Pah!" I snapped, "How could that be? A fifty-something-year-old man, an artsy type! I
'm !"

"Your dad must have been really handsome when he was young!" she said, pretending to ponder.

"..." I rolled my eyes at her and said, "Not as handsome as me!"

She rolled her eyes back and scolded, "Narcissist!"

I touched my nose, smiled awkwardly, and said, "To be honest, I'm definitely not as handsome as him when he was young.
I've seen pictures of him in his military uniform, and I feel so ashamed...

" "Oh? A soldier?"

"Yeah, he was an arts troupe soldier for seven or eight years... he was a great violinist, but he injured his arm and had to
retire ."

"Wouldn't that be incredibly handsome!"

"You should look at me more! Don't ignore a living person like that, okay?"

"Don't you think men who play the violin are handsome?"

"I can play too! Do you think I'm handsome?"

"Really?"

"Why would I lie to you?"

"There seems to be a violin here..." she said, smiling at me.

"..." I felt like I was trapped in my own cocoon, looking around nervously, afraid she was telling the truth.

"Look how scared you are! If you can't, you can't. Why are you bragging?" she said, pouting.

Afraid that if I stayed any longer I would be thoroughly ridiculed by her, so I said, "It's getting late, let's go back?"

"Yeah, I need to go back and take a shower," she nodded, glancing at the time.

On the way, she seemed quite excited, singing "The Female Imperial Envoy" as she walked, her gestures and movements
full of beauty.

I lagged a few steps behind, silently watching her intently, muttering to myself, "How can she be so beautiful?"

"I'm leaving..." she stopped at the school gate, turning gracefully, her every glance captivating.
A line of poetry came to mind: "Sparse shadows slant across the clear, shallow water; a faint fragrance drifts in the twilight.

" "I'll see you off!" I was surprisingly reluctant to part, not wanting to let even a short walk pass by so easily.

"Okay!" she smiled, two shallow dimples appearing on her cheeks.

"I've been up there before..." Standing downstairs, I looked up at the apartment building. Yan Ji used to live in
a room on the sixth floor.

"Oh? Your girlfriend?" she asked, tilting her head to the side.

"No... kind of like a senior, I was helping her with her luggage..." I said, half-jokingly.

"Oh? You seem to miss it?" she laughed.

"Come on! Don't tease me!" I glared at her.

"Hmph! I'm going up!" she pouted, then turned back to smile at me at the door, her red lips parting slightly as she
said, "Goodbye!"

Standing downstairs for a moment, I suddenly smiled happily, feeling that it was truly a beautiful night.
Humming a tune I didn't even know, I walked back to the hotel in a cheerful mood, thinking about Wang Ziyue's
every move . The more I thought about it, the more beautiful she seemed—that petite figure, those adorable dimples, those lively eyes…

it was as if I had another spring dream…

(Seventy)

Boss Gao's promise at the dinner table was fulfilled; on Sunday afternoon, I saw my name on the acceptance letter.

On the high-speed train leaving NJ, looking out the window at the platform slowly receding into the distance, a faint sense of loneliness
welled up in my heart, perhaps tinged with a touch of reluctance. The image of that swaying girl singing Huangmei Opera always
lingered in my mind.

I couldn't help but send her a text message: I'm leaving, goodbye, I'll miss you!

Unexpectedly, she replied: So sour, so sour! Goodbye!

I grinned. Was I really such a pedantic person? I remembered that whenever I talked about
poetry and literature with Guo Ying, she would always cover her nose and say to me, "So pedantic, so incredibly pedantic!"

I hadn't thought about Guo Ying much these past two days; I guess it was because I was too busy. Then I thought of that
girl singing authentic Huangmei Opera. How wonderful it would be if the tall Guo Ying sang in front of me like that!
What should Guo Ying wear? Or, naked? That wouldn't be good, would it? Without clothes,
her figure would seem stiff and unnatural due to shyness. Clothes would be better… What about Wang Ziyue?
What should she wear, or should she be naked?

I fantasized almost the whole way home until the female announcement interrupted my daydreams just before our stop. I
wiped my mouth, grabbed my things, and got off the train, pondering how to persuade Guo Ying to dance a striptease for me.

Back home, I couldn't wait to push Guo Ying down on the sofa. She struggled a few times, which only added to the arousal
, and then readily allowed me to strip her naked. She eagerly guided my penis, aligning the glans with her vaginal opening,
biting her lip and moaning, "Brother, it missed you!"

"Damn!" I kissed her pretty face hard, then thrust my penis into her.

Two nights without sex, so the sofa seemed unable to withstand our intimacy, creaking softly
. I stood with one foot on the floor and the other on the sofa, thrusting my penis rapidly into her.
The sofa was a bit slippery, so she desperately tried to maintain her reclining position, otherwise she would easily slip off.

Her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, her pink tongue flicked out, she murmured softly, and looked up at me, saying, "Brother, you should at least..."

"How have things been these past few days?" she asked, nestled in my arms and licking my neck after our climax.

"Yeah, pretty good. I'll quit after a few more months," I said, kissing her smooth forehead.
Suddenly remembering Wang Ziyue, I said, "By the way, don't you know how to sing Huangmei Opera? How about you sing me a little
tune?"

"Hmm?" she looked up, sizing me up. "What's your scheme this time?"

"Hehe," I chuckled lewdly, "Just thinking about having sex while you sing me a little tune underneath me is
exciting !"

"Really?" she asked, raising an eyebrow and smiling.

"Ah! No need! I remembered a joke, about a man singing during sex:
'With heads held high and chests puffed out, we crossed the Yalu River...'"

She chuckled and said, "That's funny. How about we try it, you sing yours, I'll sing mine?"

I shuddered, the thought of it sending chills down my spine, and quickly shook my head, saying, "Really, no need!
Let's continue making love!"

"Carry me to the bed," she said coquettishly, wrapping her arms around my neck, "I can't get any leverage here, hehe..."

When I was performing exceptionally well on the bed, dominating the scene, I kept thinking of Wang Ziyue. Listening to Guo Ying's
increasingly loud moans beneath me, I started fantasizing about Wang Ziyue singing "The Female Imperial Envoy" under me.

"I'm going to die! Brother, be gentle, or you can do it from behind..." Guo Ying gasped and begged for mercy,
but I became more and more vigorous, as if Guo Ying beneath me was the swaying Prince Yue. I pressed my whole body against hers,
kissing her lips as I said, "I love you to death! I'm going to fuck you to death!"

"I love you too! Love you! Be gentle, I feel so uncomfortable!" She responded to my kisses frantically, her small
hands reaching down to grasp the wet base of my penis to prevent it from going in too deep.

Another exhilarating battle of flesh ensued, and I ejaculated into her mouth, feeling dizzy. She
swallowed the semen in small sips, wiping the semen off her nose with her hand, and said reproachfully, "Brother, you were too rough today,
my lower body is all swollen!"

"Because I missed you!" I said casually, "Was it good?"

"Mmm, it was good, all yours is good... I'm hungry!" She licked her red lips, as if there was also some
delicious semen on them.

"Let's eat!"

"I want hot pot! Haidilao!" she said coquettishly, wiping the love fluid from her genitals.

"It's so far..."

"I want to eat!" she insisted.

I affectionately pinched her nose; it was a little slippery. I rubbed my fingers together—it must be semen—and said,
"Then get dressed!"

...

Watching her slowly put on her clothes, I lit a cigarette, sprayed some smoke, and in the swirling smoke, I seemed to
see Wang Ziyue's shadow again. I shook my head vigorously, and the smoke around me slowly dissipated
, and Wang Ziyue seemed to fade as well.

I was certain that I still loved Guo Ying very, very much, but sometimes, between love and excitement, I still chose excitement
without hesitation . I stubbed out the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray, twisting it forcefully, thinking: I want
Wang Ziyue to sing "The Female Imperial Envoy" under my crotch!

The next morning, while waiting for the elevator at the company, I ran into Xie Shutong, who had also just arrived. There were other
people in the elevator. We nodded to each other across a few heads. I saw the slight upturn of her lips and gave her a bright
smile.

Normally, the 24th floor isn't high, and the elevator gets there quickly. But it was rush hour, and
it stopped at almost every floor. I received her WeChat message and looked down at it. She said, "I want some excitement!"

I looked up and smiled at her subtly, mouthing, "Fuck you!"

She paused for a moment, then smiled and mouthed, "Fuck me!"

I replied on WeChat: "Same place at noon, remember to delete the chat history!"

So, I sat listlessly at the office all morning. Just
after 11:20, I sent Xie Shutong a meaningless WeChat message, then stood up and walked out.

Half an hour later, she knocked on the door. The door opened, and she pounced on me like a starving wolf,
grabbing my neck and excitedly saying, "Kiss me!"

She pulled me back slowly, and then the door closed gently behind her. She leaned against the door,
stroking me forcefully, and quickly unbuckled my belt, reaching out to grab my hard penis.

"I'm wet!" she gasped.

I touched her; her inner thighs were a mess of mud.

"Don't use your hands! Fuck me!" she cried, starting to undress. "Take off your clothes!"

Soon, our naked bodies were pressed tightly together, kissing, caressing, moaning, panting…

The first time ended quickly; we both climaxed. She curled up on the bed, her face flushed, seemingly
still recovering from her orgasm. Her full breasts were pressed into a deep cleavage by her arms; I reached out
and kneaded them a few times before she softly sighed, "So good!"

"How long has it been since you've had sex?" I asked with a smile.

"Just last night…"

"Oh? I thought you hadn't had sex since you did it with me a month ago.

" "I love having sex with you!" she said, opening her eyes, which were wet and misty.

"Let's continue! One more hour…"

"This time I'm on top!" She got up and pushed me down, then lowered her head and took my penis into her mouth, gently sucking
it. My penis quickly became engorged and hard in her mouth.

"Oh..." She thrust and sat up, swallowing the head of my penis into her vagina, letting out a long sigh, then
biting her lip slowly moving her hips up and down. Her breasts, like two big white rabbits, bounced happily on my face.
They were so full that I had to use both hands to support them to avoid being hit by the swaying nipples.

"Lick me!" She put her left nipple into my mouth. The nipple wasn't big, but it hardened in my mouth
. Every time my tongue touched it, she shuddered.

"I feel so good! You're going to fuck me to death!" she cried, thrusting her hips powerfully.

"No!" I squeezed her breasts hard, "You're the one fucking me!"

"Ah! So good! Yes, I'll fuck you! I can't take it anymore, I want you to fuck me!"

I knelt between her thighs, pinched the head of my penis and rubbed it against her messy vaginal opening a few times. The head of my penis
slid into her vagina through her parted labia. With a thrust, my entire penis was inserted into her vagina.

"Fuck me harder!" Her legs clamped around my waist, so tightly that I was momentarily suffocated.

"Damn! Loosen up, trying to squeeze me to death?" I slapped her plump buttocks.

"I'm going to squeeze you to death, you scoundrel! Hurry, fuck me harder! It's so itchy inside!"

Perhaps she had been suppressing her desires for too long, or perhaps she had experienced the taste of indulgence before, she groaned loudly and unrestrainedly,
constantly uttering so-called dirty words that she dared not say at home. I didn't need to discipline her at all; I just focused on stimulating and giving her pleasure with
my penis .

"I love you to death! I love you! Husband, husband! Fuck me harder! I'm going to be fucked to death by you!" she cried,
rolling her eyes. I thrust hard a few more times, and her two thighs tightly wrapped around my waist,
then her whole body tensed and trembled as she curled up into a ball.

"Shoot inside me!" she said weakly as she closed her eyes.

I held her limp thighs and made a final, desperate thrust.

"Shoot inside me!" she seemed to sense my change and shouted.

After tidying up a bit, we got dressed, and she left first, just like the first time. Before leaving, she
hugged my neck, biting her lip and scolding, "You almost killed me just now! My pussy is still engorged, so swollen,
I feel like the flesh is turning inside out..."

I lowered my head and kissed her eyes, laughing, "Do you want me to put my dick back in for you?"

"You pervert!" she said, opening her mouth to gently bite my lip, "The semen is still flowing... it seems
to have gotten on my underwear, you're so naughty!"

"Didn't you use toilet paper to plug it up?"

"It's soaked through...!" she scolded. "I'm leaving, you can leave in ten minutes! Give me a kiss!"

I lowered my head and gave her another deep kiss, then watched her leave. After the door closed, I lay heavily on the bed,
smelling the scent of love juice and semen in the air, along with a faint fragrance, and unknowingly
dozed . When I woke up, it was already past work time, so I hurriedly rushed back.

As I walked past her again, her expression had returned to normal. A slight smile graced her fair cheeks,
her eyes sparkling with desire. She glanced at me out of the corner of her eye, her gaze lowered.

"I'm so happy! I love you to death!" she quickly sent a WeChat message.

"Come on! Don't fall in love with me!"

"Pah! Narcissistic! I only love your…" "

Cock

!"

"Ugh!" "Get lost! Remember to delete me!"

…

Sometimes, once a woman likes you, she
doesn't .

Soon she sent another WeChat message: I love it when your cock fucks me, fuck me hard… Smile!

So, I turned back and smiled at her; however, a faint blush immediately rose to her face.

Pretending! I cursed inwardly.

…

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