【The Spring of an Ordinary Woman】(Volume 01: Alone) (The End) Author: Water Tassel

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Chapter Six: Unleashing a Bloodbath

(Part One)

Is sadness always insignificant during the day?

The next afternoon, Cong Yun sat alone in the library of Mingluan Campus, casting her gaze out the window
. The sunlight outside was blindingly shining on her.

In countless disheartened nights, she silently recited his name, as if she could gain warmth from it.

He Chi, He Chi, He Chi…

She almost stubbornly recited these two words, as if to carve them into her bones. Her lonely
figure was projected onto the glass window, a persistent posture of waiting.

Falling in love with him was destined from the beginning to be a shy and humble unrequited love.

As his name suggests, He Chi had an ambitious and upward-striving heart. He was hardworking, diligent, and had an indomitable
fighting spirit.

He was so tall, and his dashing figure as he jumped to dunk had captivated the hearts of countless girls.

And she, a tiny flower low to the dust, forever yearning for the moment of blooming.

She willingly became the football team's support staff, never missing a game he played. She
didn't have high hopes; she simply wanted to offer him a clean towel when he was tired,
a bottle of water when he was sweating, doing everything she could…

She seemed to live each day in anticipation: hoping his figure would appear in her sight, hoping
his gaze would linger on her for even a second…

At 21, she stood by the wishing well, hands clasped, silently praying, "He Chi, He Chi."

"My gaze has lingered on you for six years. If possible, grant me a lifetime of joy; otherwise,
grant me only a moment of joy…"

She was a worldly person, destined to do worldly things, like unrequited love.

Her fate should also be worldly, like unrequited love unfulfilled.

She had a part-time job as a librarian, not because she particularly loved reading, but because it was the only
place that would take her in, even though the pay wasn't much. This was

because her record showed a shameful past.

Fortunately, the president of Mingluan University, that gentle and kind middle-aged woman, was the only one who agreed to keep her
on a trial basis.

She said, "Every child who has done wrong deserves redemption."

Her afternoons were her working hours, and those few hours became the most peaceful time of her day.

There weren't many students in the library; after all, they were all vibrant young people, and few wanted to
waste time in a small, enclosed space.

As usual, she went up into the towering bookshelves, putting all the books returned by students back on the shelves,
and checking that the categories were correct.

The first floor was the general reading area, filled with diligent university students. The entire reading room was quiet,
with only the faint sound of pages turning. Trying to make no noise, Cong Yun went to the bookshelves and
finished tidying up in less than fifteen minutes.

She went up to the second floor, to the VIP reading area. She glanced around;
there were quite a few people there today because of their upcoming English proficiency exams. A constant stream of sounds filled the air: conversations about English, cell phone
rings , and the clatter of leather shoes. The library's notice on the wall, "Readers must be quiet
in the reading room," seemed utterly superfluous.

The other VIP boxes were all closed, with the faint sounds of couples laughing and joking drifting from one.

Two librarians, like two oblivious old men, sat in the back chatting and gossiping
.

Like them, these children of high-ranking officials who were "cramming" for their exams were people they absolutely dared not offend. Cong
Yun could only turn a blind eye, pretending she hadn't heard anything; for her, it was better to avoid trouble.

With just a few bookshelves, Cong Yun frantically tidied up for over forty minutes. Reaching the science fiction section,
she found the once neatly organized shelves now cluttered with books, lying
there in a disheveled state.

The brief silence was broken by a series of suppressed moans and rapid breathing from around the bookshelves.

Cong Yun frowned; the sound was all too familiar, so familiar that she could identify
the person's .

Without a moment's thought, Cong Yun put down her book and walked towards the source of the sound.

It was VIP room 6.

She knocked, but there was no response.

Turning the handle, to prevent other students from seeing what was happening inside, Cong Yun opened the door a crack. A
thick, sensual atmosphere assaulted her nostrils. A boy was on top of a girl, his tongue licking her genitals.
The woman's previously suppressed moans were amplified by the slightly ajar door.

The students sitting in the hall, seeing someone open the door, all dropped their books and turned to
the private room with expectant looks. With such loud noise, it would be impossible not to hear; they were already aroused, their minds racing,
unable to concentrate on their books.

The two college students closest to the door squinted at the girl peeking through the crack. She wore a light
blue dress, her jet-black hair cascading down her shoulders, her face slightly flushed. A closer look
revealed it was none other than Li Mengyu, one of the school's three beauties. And the one beneath her...?

The two men understood immediately.

One was passionately sucking below, the other's legs trembling with excitement above. Lost in the thrill of their affair,
the two were nakedly exposed to Cong Yun's gaze, finally snapped out of their reverie by a soft cough.

Caught in their tryst, the disheveled girl hid behind the boy in shame. The boy, however, was
relatively well-dressed, only his hair was slightly messy.

Pointing to the reader's guide on the wall of the private room, Cong Yun pushed up her thick glasses and said sternly,
"Please behave yourself in public!"

Without waiting for a response, she closed the door and turned to walk away.

If it were their first time having sex in the library, she could have ignored it. But twice, three times…
these two came here almost every week to do the same thing. Whether it was a hint or a direct suggestion, they never heeded
her subtle warnings, treating the library like a thrilling place for sex, completely disregarding whether other
students would dare to come and study after being affected by their behavior.

"You bastard, you just wait!"

Disrupted, the boy, seething with anger, glared at the culprit, his fists clenched tightly. He pulled out his phone
with his left hand dialed a number, and turned his gaze to the noisy group. "What are you looking at? I'll gouge your
eyes out!"

The call connected, and the boy's face immediately darkened. "Shan Yu?"

"What is it?"

A hoarse, magnetic male voice came from beside him. The small hand gripping his sleeve tightened, his breathing becoming so still it was barely
audible.

"If you're a brother, call Mingzhuo and his gang over. I'm going to go on a killing spree!"

"You bastards, you don't know what I'm made of until you teach me a lesson! You stinking woman, you rotten woman, you old maid
…"

(II)

On the balcony, a boy dressed in fashionable, avant-garde clothes covered one ear with one hand and moved his phone to the ear of the boy
beside him .

His alluring eyes gazed longingly at the school playground, his golden hair
swaying , as delicate as silk.

"What are you doing? Don't pollute our group of model students with your crappy phone."

A boy leaning against the railing, leisurely smoking a cigarette, irritably pushed his phone away. Zhao Ziwen, this kid,
wasn't very tall but had a huge voice, a hoarse, raspy voice that he couldn't stand.

A head of flaxen hair covered his ears like a light veil, and this boy with delicate features had a pair of
beautiful peach blossom eyes.

"Damn, you're a model student? I'm a model worker."

"You? A model worker with a multicolored peacock head? I must have been blind to choose you as a model worker."

"Pah, you're not bad either, trying to act young like a kid. Take your thing out and let me see
if the pubic hair is all grown."

After saying that, he looked at Sun Mingzhuo with an ambiguous expression and made a move to unbutton his pants.

Sun Mingzhuo wasn't so easily subdued, and swung his right fist at his face.

You Danyu raised his hand, palm open, and forcefully caught Sun Mingzhuo's slightly off-target
force . The sound of a fist hitting his palm was quite loud, indicating that the opponent's force was considerable.

"Fancy moves, all show and no substance."

"Damn it, if my hand wasn't injured, could you have caught my palm strike?"

After saying that, he grabbed his left hand and struck at his abdomen, then grabbed his wrist and twisted it backward, preparing to strangle him
to his chest.

Unexpectedly, Sun Mingzhuo was no pushover either, raising his left foot to kick You Danyu's shinbone. Hmph,
he was waiting for this opportunity.

You Danyu thought to himself, "Damn it, playing dirty." He quickly kicked back with his right foot, and the two continued to fight, having completely forgotten about

the harmless phone call from earlier ... Sunlight filtered through the muddy platform, casting long shadows of the two boys, their faces . Clearly visible were two agile figures, one advancing and retreating, their movements swift and ruthless. That was their purest friendship from their youth. No one could have known that time would turn the purest friendship into two parallel lines, stretching to infinity, never to intersect. Chapter Seven: Old Timer (Part One) With a face as sour as a durian, Zhao Ziwen saw two bodies locked in a heated fight as soon as he reached the roof of the teaching building. These two kids had been fighting since junior high, all the way abroad, back home, and now in university—they never stopped! He'd never seen his father suffering like this. Picking up some pebbles, he squinted, aimed, and tossed one at each of their handsome faces, landing in two steps. Sure enough, before the stones were even halfway through their flight, the two jumped away, one in front of the other, perfectly in sync. "Hey you two, that's enough! I haven't vented my anger yet." Upon seeing the newcomers, You Danyu casually pulled out cigarettes and tossed them to the two of them. He lit drag, then casually placed one leg on the railing and the other upright, asking, "What anger? Tell me." "Uh… it's about me doing… being done with…" Taking the cigarette, Zhao Ziwen, who had been so confident, suddenly found himself speechless, unable to find the right . "Ha, did Li Mengyu dump you, or did Li Mengyu dump you?" Sun Mingzhuo, smoking beside him, saw his constipated expression and immediately guessed it was related to that woman. "You're the one who dumped Li Mengyu!" Lost in his own words, Zhao Ziwen hadn't realized what he'd said when the two boys beside him burst into laughter. "Ayu, did you hear that? What did he just say? I didn't hear clearly." Sun Mingzhuo picked at his ear, laughing while clutching his stomach, and reminded Zhao Ziwen of the grammatical error he had made. You Danyu used one hand to support himself on the muddy platform and jumped onto the railing. Facing the girls' dormitory to the lower left, he cupped his hands to his mouth and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Li Mengyu, Zhao Ziwen said Sun Mingzhuo..." Before he could finish, Zhao Ziwen grabbed his trouser leg. He looked up in a panic, meeting the gloating You Danyu 's gaze . "Fine, fine, I can't beat you two, can I?" You Danyu laughed. If Zhao Ziwen wasn't born for Li Mengyu, he wouldn't be Zhao Ziwen. "Let's talk about serious matters. Where are the others?" Zhao Ziwen was so angry he wanted to kill someone. He had been spoiled and pampered since childhood. When had he ever been so humiliated like this, losing face so badly that he couldn't recover no matter what? "Going off to pick up girls, what do you think he'll do?" Sun Mingzhuo joked, glancing at Zhao Ziwen's flushed face. The guy was clearly constipated. "Alright, you two come with me, I'm going to massacre the library today!" He waved for them to follow, Zhao Ziwen leading the way with the air of a big brother. Shaking his bandaged right hand, Sun Mingzhuo chuckled, "I had a fight with the Tianlong Gang yesterday, both sides were badly injured . You go with A-Yu." "You? All alone? You just fought with Shan Yu?" Zhao Ziwen looked at him incredulously. This kid Sun Mingzhuo was getting more and more reckless. "Even if your old man has a lot of money, he can't afford to play like this, Sun Mingzhuo!" "I'm happy to!" Giving him a disgruntled glare, Sun Mingzhuo turned around, his eyelids slowly drooping, his long eyelashes almost completely covering his eyelids. His gaze fell, fixed on the grass in front of the teaching building.

Thanks to the gardener's timely trimming, the bushes grew very neatly, with distinct planes and edges.

Pulling aside the disapproving Zhao Ziwen, You Danyu gestured for him to shut up with one hand, then
left .

Sunlight shone on the boy's sharply defined face, casting a blurry, unreal shadow.

(II)

Walking side-by-side on the blue asphalt road, You Danyu unexpectedly opened his left hand and placed it in front of Zhao Ziwen, a
nonchalant expression on his face.

Deep and shallow lines were visible on his palm. His palm was very clear; beneath the distinct lines, one could find
very faint, fine blood vessels.

Seeing this gesture, Zhao Ziwen knew he was about to receive a bribe. He impatiently slapped his hand away. "How much
?"

Tilting his head slightly, the corners of his mouth turned up in a small arc. You Danyu flicked his long, slender fingers.
"Five thousand."

Without a second thought, Zhao Ziwen readily agreed to his terms. Five thousand wasn't even enough for one night's expenses; it
didn't matter whether he had it or not.

That miser You Danyu will die in his money pit sooner or later!

Before the two even reached their destination, Zhao Ziwen spotted
Cong Yun handing over work to an older woman at the library entrance.

Without her thick glasses, Cong Yun looked to be only twenty-five or twenty-six, at least three or four years younger. Every time he saw
this woman, she had that stern, old-fashioned teacher look, making him think she was an unwanted spinster.

Suddenly, Zhao Ziwen's mind cleared, and a brilliant plan popped into his head.

He glanced at You Danyu, who had a somewhat nonchalant air about him. Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to admit that
this guy, with that face, was born to seduce women.

"Twenty thousand yuan for you to earn, want it?"

Sure enough, those eyes, like autumn water, lit up, and she turned to him with interest.

Zhao Ziwen didn't mince words, pointing with his left hand, "That woman, see her? Get her, 50,000!"

Following his gesture, You Danyu reflexively squinted and scrutinized the woman.

Her figure? Absolutely unacceptable.

Her face? Blurry, but with that kind of figure, a pretty face was unlikely. Her

age? Not too young, not too old, definitely old enough to be his older sister.

With a "buzz," You Danyu rubbed his throbbing temples and yelled, "Do you
think I'm a trash can or a washing machine? Accepting anyone who comes along? Huh?"

All sorts of women are thrown into his arms, is he the only one left in the world, You Danyu?

Sprayed in the face with his spittle, Zhao Ziwen tried to appease him, "Isn't it because you're so handsome
and charming ? If you don't do it, who will?"

"Mingzhuo, Xiaoren, either one of them is good material."

"Mingzhuo is no good, too arrogant, too cocky; Xiaoren is even worse, if that speed demon Xia Yao finds out,
I'll be dead."

Seeing his eyebrows furrowed so tightly they were almost touching, Zhao Ziwen quickly tried to persuade him, "It's okay to let you play around, it won't
hurt you , as long as that woman is embarrassed in front of everyone..."

Before he could finish speaking, the person they were discussing walked towards them, clearly unaware that she had
become the subject of gossip.

Zhao Ziwen glared at her, almost making a hole in the old woman's face with his glare. The more she
ignored , the harder he glared, his eyes almost bursting with tears.

You Danyu glanced at her subtly. Her face was alright, not terrible, but not exactly
beautiful He held up five fingers on his left hand. "Fifty thousand!" His business philosophy was: raise the price if you can, and if you can't?
Know when to stop!

His neck stiffened as he turned to the person beside him. Before his gaze could even shift, Zhao Ziwen spat, "You Danyu! With that
face of yours, it's a waste of your mother's efforts if you don't become a gigolo."

Having achieved his goal, You Danyu habitually smirked, crossed his arms, and stood noncommittally by the roadside. That was
the effect he wanted. He was a businessman; haggling was second nature to him.

Just then, he saw the woman walk past him expressionlessly, staring straight ahead. She truly had
an ascetic air about her; she was clearly an old-fashioned woman.

Chapter Eight: The Fat Sheep? 【h】

(I)

She was half asleep when she was woken up by a series of knocks on the door. Cong Yun opened her eyes a crack and groggily
grabbed her phone.

It was past 1 a.m., and the only people who would come at this time were her guests.

She was just wondering why the other person didn't call her before coming over but knocked directly on the door. Without changing into casual clothes, Cong Yun,
wearing slippers, went to open the door.

Staring blankly at the person in front of her, Cong Yun rubbed her eyes, which were in a state of slump.

It was still those eyes with obvious creases and double eyelids, no doubt about it.

Their eyes met in mid-air, and it was the other person who spoke first, displeased, "What, you don't want to see me?"

"No, no, please come in." It

really was him. Cong Yun realized and quickly stepped aside to make way for him.

After several days, she didn't expect to see him again. Cong Yun was a little flattered and her expression was a little restrained.
Standing in front of the guest who was sitting casually on the sofa, she hesitated and didn't know how to start the conversation.

"What's up so late?"

"What do you think?"

Wu Cenxi looked at her flustered face with amusement. What could a client want with a prostitute
? Was this woman playing dumb? He pulled her close and pressed himself against her without a word.

Their bodies intertwined as they fell to the ground. The man's hands roamed over her voluptuous body, kneading
her high breasts forcefully, his thin, moist lips sucking on her scarlet nipples through her pajamas.

Cong Yun hurriedly tried to dodge, "No, I'm in my fertile period today." Aroused,

Wu Cenxi suppressed her resisting hands, relentlessly thrusting his penis into her through her underwear .
"Don't want the fat sheep you've got? Hmm?"

It wasn't a question of whether to take it or not, but whether she would get pregnant. Last time he didn't use a condom and ejaculated inside her directly
. This time, it wasn't something that could be solved by taking birth control pills.

Without forcing her, Wu Cenxi carried her to the window, where they stood facing each other. One hand kneaded her high, firm breasts, while
the other through her pajama bottoms, played with her plump, large buttocks, occasionally slipping his hand between her buttocks to gently caress her
fleshy anus. "I won't go in today."

Seeing that he was softening a little, Cong Yun knew what he wanted to do. This man was the most generous of all her clients.
Cong Yun didn't want to disobey him. She glanced nervously outside; no one was around.

The man's hand had already moved between her snow-white, plump thighs, rubbing her high, rounded vulva.
This was going to be the death of Cong Yun. She quickly spun her fat, large buttocks, her legs tightly clamping the man's waist,
crying out, "Ah... don't do this... I can't give you... I... I... ah... ah
... so good... I... I'll give you some pleasure with my mouth."

She rolled over and lay face down on the stool by the window, her fat, large buttocks swaying and trembling from side to side,
revealing the lines of her underwear. The scene before him made the man's blood boil. Her pants clung tightly to her plump, high buttocks
, revealing a clear, beautiful buttock line. The gap between her two fat, large buttocks formed a banana-shaped indentation. Wu
Cenxi simply ripped off her clothes, wanting to put his mouth on her buttocks and kiss them all over, to sink his face deep into her
tempting , fat, large buttocks and suck on them.

Looking at the two dark nipples, he suddenly had a strong desire to suck them. Wu Cenxi slowly
lowered his head , then opened his mouth and sucked on one of the nipples forcefully. The delicate sensation from his tongue
made his breasts unable to resist, and the man sucked even harder, while his hand played with the other nipple.

(II)

Cong Yun placed her hand on the man's head and enjoyed his sucking. After sucking for a while, the man buried his face between the two
breasts , grabbed the two nipples with both hands and played with them together, then his hands slid from her nipples to her waist,
hugged her tightly, and his lips took turns sucking on her nipples. He mischievously pinched the nipples hard and
shook them, causing her two breasts to sway from side to side, creating a charming wave of breasts. "Ah ah ah... right here...
so comfortable... ah ah..."

The woman's rough hands groped around Wu Cenxi's fair back, gently scraping his spine.
The man reluctantly left her breasts, his lips kissing from her breasts down her neck, finally
reaching her earlobe, his nimble tongue sucking incessantly on her ear.

She moaned softly, her hands holding the man's head, her large buttocks rotating and rubbing against his
penis. Wu Cenxi's hands moved to her plump, large buttocks, kneading the
soft . The woman moaned, rotating her large buttocks to meet his advances.

"Ah... I like you touching me like this... Ah... So good... I'm all yours... Don't touch me
there... Ahhhhh..."

"Quick, spread your legs."

Before she could respond, his fingers deftly slipped inside the edge of her black panties, touching her
hairy genitals.

He lifted her and carried her to the coffee table, laying her on her back. The woman's legs were spread wide, her thick pubic hair
peeking out from the sides of her panties. Wu Cenxi's fingers were entangled in the pubic hair, but he still managed to insert them into her vagina.
The moist vagina was very warm. He gently moved his fingers, rubbing against the sensitive vaginal walls. With each
movement , the woman's body trembled.

He ripped off her panties, and his middle finger gently probed her vagina, tentatively moving inward,
rotating and exploring the inner walls. The woman swayed her large, plump buttocks rapidly, taking
his middle finger in and out.

She was incredibly sensitive. Wu Cenxi stared intently at the woman, lost in desire, occasionally letting out intoxicating
, soft moans, his eyes gleaming with a hazy, lustful light.

He pulled out his finger and smeared the fluid on her pubic hair, then began to play with her clitoris. The
sensitive little bud quickly hardened under his teasing.

He stuck out his tongue and licked the slightly salty clitoris, breathing in the scent of the woman's genitals; it tasted good.

"Ah..."

The woman flinched, clearly not expecting his action.

"I'm going to lick you!"

he said, pulling off his clothes with incredible speed. When his underwear came off, his penis,
which had been restrained for so long, was finally released, standing erect before Cong Yun's eyes, with sticky
fluid flowing from the glans, clearly in a state of extreme arousal.

Squatting down, Wu Cenxi lowered his head, bringing his handsome, flawless face close to the woman's legs. Amidst
a patch of dark pubic hair, there was a plump, dough-like slit, and a bright red peach
-shaped vulva. The two plump labia opened and closed repeatedly, surrounded by glistening dark pubic hair.
The vaginal fluid had filled her buttocks and even soaked her anus.

The man's tongue searched for her clitoris, licking it back and forth incessantly. Using his index fingers, he gently pulled apart her
pink labia, revealing the cleft inside. The cleft was already soaked, with whitish
mucus clinging to the area around the opening. Slightly above, the small pink urethra was clearly visible, and above that, a swollen clitoris.

(III)

Stared at so openly, even Yun Zaitan blushed, whispering,
"Don't...don't look, there...there's...nothing to see."

"Tsk tsk, you can be shy too?"

With a light laugh, Wu Cenxi took her swollen, purplish-red clitoris into his mouth. With each lick, the woman
trembled, moaning "Ah...ah..."

Her vulva opened and closed, her buttocks moving in circles, making Wu Cenxi's eyes practically blaze with desire
.

His tongue continued downwards, and as it gently slid over the small urethra, he felt a gush of mucus
welling up . Wu Cenxi pressed his tongue against her vulva, savoring
the taste of the fluid inside. His tongue slowly rotated within the vulva, rubbing against the mucous membrane and swirling around inside.

Cong Yun felt lightheaded and dizzy, desperately arching her plump buttocks, bringing her vulva closer to the man
's mouth so his tongue could penetrate deeper. She gasped and moaned, "Ah...oh...it's so itchy...it's
killing me...ah...you...you're licking my vulva...so beautifully...mmm..." She

desperately arched her round, white buttocks, rubbing her labia and vulva up and down against the man's mouth.
The overflowing fluids quickly made Wu Cenxi's mouth and nose wet.

"Ah...I can't take it anymore, you're so good at licking, ah...ah...ah...ah...oh...oh...
oh...ahhhhhh..."

He knew this prostitute was close to orgasm, so he increased the speed and force of his licking. The vaginal fluid entering the mouth
She swallowed it all, making "smacking" sounds from time to time...

Finally, the woman let out an "ah," and streams of hot, sticky fluid gushed out. Her vulva was already
a little , and her pink flesh was overflowing with gushing lustful fluid.

"Give me your ass."

He turned her down on top of him and placed his entire penis between her large, round, plump buttocks. He used her two plump buttocks
to clamp his large penis, because the lustful fluid was all inside her large, plump buttocks, making it exceptionally lubricated. Wu Cenxi
's hands pressed tightly against her plump buttocks, clamping the thick, red penis, his lower abdomen moving up and down, his penis
thrusting between her plump buttocks.

Realizing what he was going to do, Cong Yun's plump, large buttocks actively lifted up. Because it was her fertile period and he couldn't
penetrate her, she used her two large labia to cover the man's penis, covering it with her hands, her plump buttocks moving up and down. With
lustful fluid, it was especially slippery, and the man's penis felt very comfortable.

And so, Wu Cenxi, holding her, walked to the window and began to thrust rapidly, one in front of the other.

All her weight rested on the man, and Cong Yun, worried he was straining too much, pressed her
plump buttocks against her breasts, swaying them from side to side.

The man held her full legs, helping her move up and down, his penis rubbing against her buttocks and anus,
his pubic hair stimulating her anus. She cried out, "Ah...so good...so good...I...ah...
keep going...you...so good...faster...thrust harder..."

"Scream again, scream more wildly, ah...ah..."

Excitement mixed with irregular, heavy breathing, Wu Cenxi opened his dazed eyes wide, looking at the woman's satisfied expression. He
pressed his face close to her neck, inhaling deeply the fragrance of her body and hair, while lowering his head to
suckle her breasts, thrusting upwards forcefully.

The man opened his mouth and sucked on her hard nipple, stimulating Yun to gasp. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his
waist, beginning to thrust her hips up and down.

"Ah...so fast...ah ah...ah...ah...so good...ah...big cock...no
...ah...so good...ah...too...too good...ah...ah..."

"Feels good? Then let me fuck you all night?"

Wu Cenxi took her breast into his mouth, sucking and licking, his tongue tracing her nipple. One hand squeezed and released
her other large breast, his fingers caressing the grape-like nipple and areola. His other hand supported
her body, thrusting hard, both of them sweating profusely and breathing rapidly.

"Ah...ah...I...I can't take it anymore...ah..."

Stimulated by the man, Cong Yun's plump buttocks swung rapidly,
her towering breasts trembling and creating waves of milk. Her plump buttocks clenched tightly, and Wu Cenxi felt an intense tingling and numbness at the head of his penis. The woman gushed out
a large amount vaginal fluid, reaching her second orgasm.

Chapter Nine: Not Easy to Earn [h]

(I)

She had reached her orgasm, but Wu Cenxi's penis was still erect, clearly not yet satisfied.

The man reluctantly left his penis, letting Cong Yun lie on her back on the sofa.

Naked and muscular, his penis stood erect in the middle of his pubic hair. That dark, large penis,
about fifteen inches long, stood erect between his legs, the glans as big as a small egg, purplish-red and shiny, proud and defiant,
as if showing off.

Wu Cenxi opened the refrigerator, took out two ice cubes, and quickly returned to her. Before his body even touched Cong Yun,
the head of his penis was already pressing against her vulva. He slowly placed the two ice cubes on her nipples.

Awakening from her state of arousal, Cong Yun looked at him with confusion.

Wu Cenxi moved the ice cubes away from the woman's nipples, then let them slowly traverse her body. He stuck out his tongue,
leaned close to Cong Yun's ear, and gently licked her earlobe, constantly emitting warm breath. Sure enough, her
body , seemingly very excited.

He whispered in her ear, "Do you want it? I'm going crazy wanting to do it right now.

" The woman gasped, "Today... really not."

Wu Cenxi deliberately teased her, lifting her legs and pressing them onto his shoulders, her vulva clearly visible
. "You hold your feet first."

Not knowing what he was going to do, Cong Yun obediently held her feet, her vulva and surrounding area were covered in vaginal fluid, even her anus
was wet, and her vaginal opening was still gushing water.

"Lift your butt up!"

"You, you're not going to do anal sex, are you!" Cong Yun said nervously.

"So smart!" He took out a thousand yuan from his wallet and threw it in her face, put his hands on either side of her body, looked
down at her, and asked with a fake smile, "Will you do it or not?"

A thousand yuan wasn't even enough for a nightclub hostess, but it was
more than enough . Giving her a thousand yuan was already raising her value.

She grabbed the money he threw at her, trying to avoid looking at his hurtful eyes, and whispered, "Fine."

Without another word, Wu Cenxi, his long, straight penis erect and veins bulging, went to
the kitchen His penis, like a demon, lunged at her, and she poured some on her anus.
She grabbed his buttocks with both hands to hold him in place, smeared some oil on the glans, and held his penis, pressing the glans against her
anus . Slowly, she forcefully pushed it into the narrow rectum.

His penis was tightly packed inside her rectum, with half of it still outside. Wu Cenxi was already sweating profusely. It was fucking
too tight, making it difficult for him to move in or out. Even though he was slowly inserting the head and shaft, Cong Yun couldn't help but cry out in pain:
"Ugh...it hurts...it hurts!" Wu Cenxi gently pulled it out, smeared some oil on the head and shaft, and then went back in. It went in much easier than
before .

"It hurts...it hurts...! Let me get used to it a little longer, it's too big, it hurts a bit."

"Has any man ever done this before?"

Seeing her keep crying out in pain, Wu Cenxi stopped, looking at her tightly furrowed brows, eyes to eyes, lips to lips,
their faces less than centimeters apart.

"No, no."

Looking into his focused gaze, Cong Yun stared at him without blinking. Actually, her back had been explored by men
, but very rarely.

She had told so many lies in her life that she couldn't even remember them all, so one more wouldn't make a difference. As long as
it made the other person happy, what did it matter if she lied?

The steamy breath flowed slowly, Wu Cenxi chuckled, his warm breath spraying onto her lips, clearly
not expecting that he was her "first time".

After it was fully inside, Wu Cenxi thought for a moment, then stopped moving, letting her anus adapt to his large penis
. The woman's anus was so tight, much tighter than her vagina.

Wu Cenxi kept twisting his strong waist to help her adapt better, and began to slowly pull out and slowly
insert .

"Relax your ass!"

Seeing her tightening more and more, Wu Cenxi breathed heavily with pleasure, slapping her buttocks a few times with both hands.
Damn it, he didn't want to ejaculate so early.

(II)

After pausing for a while, his penis began to move slowly again. Gradually, the woman's anus began to
relax , and his penis began to enter more easily, and there was also a lot of lubricant inside.

Now it was very slippery, and Wu Cenxi moved faster and faster, and Cong Yun cried out louder and louder: "Oh...you...you're so good
...you're so good at it!, it feels so good!..."

He supported himself on the sofa with both hands, watching her breasts tremble uncontrollably because of his wild thrusting. Too tempting
. Wu Cenxi couldn't resist grabbing her right breast with his left hand and kneading it hard. Not satisfied with that,
he bit her shoulder hard. The woman let out a painful scream. When he looked up
, a deep tooth mark was left on her shoulder, bleeding profusely.

He didn't care about that and continued thrusting, getting more and more excited with each stroke. Wu Cenxi flipped her over, making her
lie on all fours like a bitch, letting him do as he pleased.

The man pressed down on her, thrusting forward, supporting the woman's round, white buttocks, aiming his erect penis at her
already wet anus, and plunging it all the way in.

His penis was tightly enveloped by her rectum. He pressed his fingers against her clitoris above her vagina, rubbing it constantly to reduce the pain in
her anus, and began to thrust violently. "Was that good? It's going to be even better..."
Wu Cenxi teased the woman in her ear with flirtatious words.

The woman's hips heaved violently, bouncing up and down as she was thrust into him, the penis and testicles slamming against her
plump buttocks with a loud "slap, slap" against her vulva.

Her vaginal fluids flowed down the penis inside her vulva. Wu Cenxi smeared some of the fluids on her anus, slowly inserting
his index finger , then squatted down, his penis erect, and began licking her anus. His nimble
tongue was like a slippery little snake, licking the woman's anus until it was red and slightly open.

"Ah... God! This feels so good..."

"Scream, scream again."

He said, his tongue focusing on her already wet vulva, circling her labia, then gently
sucking on her pink clitoris, finally attacking her vulva again with a big flip,
attacking again and again.

"Fuck...fuck me...mmm...your tongue is so slippery...so...so cold..."

The man's penis could no longer resist, and he began to thrust in and out of the woman's small hole from behind. He held her
fleshy waist with both hands, vigorously swinging his hips and thrusting rapidly. With each thrust, the woman's extremely elastic
plump buttocks would bounce upwards from the sofa. The faster he thrust, the more rapid the bounce became.

Wu Cenxi flipped her body over and lay on the coffee table in the connected position, putting her legs on his shoulders, grabbing
his plump buttocks, and fiercely entering her. Cong Yun was almost thrown off the coffee table by the thrust.

"Mmm...you're so good at fucking...ah...your big cock...it feels so good inside..."

Cong Yun swayed her hips with him, cooperating and trying to thrust upwards. The thick, long penis
went in and out , and the viscous fluid was brought out from her anus and then re-entered her body with the man's insertion.

(III)

Wu Cenxi let out a roar: "Ah..." It felt so good, like heaven. It was truly
worth madness of the past few days. He felt as if his penis was tightly surrounded by something, hot, tight,
warm, and slippery.

"Hmm...hmm...mmm...harder...fuck me harder...ah...ah...so good...
so beautiful...I love you so much...oh...oh..."

Cong Yun felt the penis invading her body, hot, thick, hard, and cunning. It seemed to have a life of its own,
moving on its own without its owner's command. Even if she squeezed it tightly, it was useless, causing her to
uncontrollably let out soft moans.

"You slut, what do you love about me?"

"Do you love my money or my big penis, huh?"

Wu Cenxi mustered his strength and thrust quickly, his penis withdrawing from the opening each time and then thrusting back in each time, becoming hotter and
thicker. After hundreds of thrusts and withdrawals, the woman's initial moans and cries had turned into a series of cries; her intense pleasure
was almost manic, a far cry from her unwillingness a few hours earlier, now like a wanton harlot calling out
to .

"I... oh... you... oh... it's too hard..."

"Tell me, what do you love about me?"

Looking at Cong Yun, lost in her moans, Wu Cenxi smiled slyly, still steadily and powerfully pounding her anus.
He lowered his head and took one of her nipples, which trembled and bounced as she writhed in response, into his mouth, fixated on
the question .

"Ah... all... all... yours... I love all of yours."

"Is that so? Which do you love more?"

Wu Cenxi sat up, roughly fondling her breasts from behind, twisting his penis to attack
her anus, his cock thrusting wildly, each thrust deeper than the last, dissatisfied with her
ambiguity .

"Ah...no...too...too heavy...I...I love you all...ouch."

Being thrust into so hard, Cong Yun felt like dying; that thousand yuan was truly
hard-earned .

"You said it!"

With that, Wu Cenxi tightly embraced Cong Yun's neck and thrust his tongue into her mouth, violently swirling
and sucking , making her tongue ache and ache. Cong Yun couldn't escape.

His penis pounded against her anus hundreds of times, like a wooden block against a door, leaving Cong
Yun's legs weak, limbs limp, her vision blurring, and her body drenched in sweat.

"Ah...ah...so good...so deep..."

Finally, he felt waves of pleasure emanating from his lower body. He knew he was close to climax, so he simply
lay completely on top of Cong Yun, his hip movements becoming even more intense.

Cong Yun could only feel the pain from her shoulders; her lower body was already numb.

At this moment, Wu Cenxi felt an immense pleasure surge from his lower body like a flood, spreading throughout his entire body.
As if time stood still, his penis remained firmly pressed against Cong Yun's lower body, motionless. This lasted for
about ten seconds before the man exhaled and collapsed onto Cong Yun. After resting for a while, he
rolled off her and lay on the ground. Gradually, a thick, milky-white liquid
flowed from Cong Yun's anus.

At this moment, Cong Yun stared blankly at the ceiling with her small eyes wide open, her legs spread apart, completely
still . Her mind was blank, she was like a dead person.

Finally, it was over, she sighed.

Chapter Ten Friends

(Part One)

The next day at noon, after walking quite a distance from the school gate, Cong Yun spotted a boy leaning lazily against
the wall , smoking. His medium-length, dyed golden hair shone brightly in the sunlight, highlighting his pale
, almost translucent oval face. He wore a pure white Korean-style knit sweater and long, straight-leg jeans,
showcasing all his best features.

This boy knew how to play to his strengths and downplay his weaknesses—that was Cong Yun's consistent impression of him. She wasn't exactly familiar with him;
she'd seen him before. His thick, almost white, blond hair was so striking it was hard not to remember him.

However, every time she'd bumped into him on the street, he was always with a female companion, the two chatting and laughing
as they walked past her, never once giving her a second glance.

"Hey! Beautiful!"

Unexpectedly, the boy, who had been leisurely smoking, suddenly spoke as she approached
. Cong Yun couldn't help but glance back .

Groups of girls, some even walking in small groups, were gracefully approaching, a few
whispering and gossiping in her direction, radiating youthful energy.

It seemed he was calling them. Cong Yun gave a self-deprecating smile, pulling herself back to her path.

Seriously? Was this woman blind or deaf? Didn't she see his bull-like eyes flashing with flirtatious intent
?

With a look of resentment, You Danyu took a long stride, reaching her in less than two steps, and exclaimed with increasing charm, "Beautiful lady,
you're so heartbreaking!"

A handsome, oval face with defined features suddenly loomed large before Cong Yun, startling her. His large,
bright eyes were sparkling. Reflected in his clear black and white pupils was indeed her image.

Heartbreaking? Whose heart had she broken? Unsure how to respond, Cong Yun looked at the boy's smiling
face with a puzzled expression.

A mischievous smile, even his thick eyebrows seemed to ripple with a gentle ripple, as if always carrying
a smile , curved like a crescent moon in the night sky. His fair skin accentuated his pale pink lips,
and the dazzling diamond stud in his left ear added a touch of untamed charm to his sunny good looks…

A large, well-defined hand unexpectedly grabbed Cong Yun's small hand, which was lazily resting at her side, and
said with a hurt expression, "Beautiful lady, why didn't you answer when I called you?"

You Danyu thought to himself, the skin was slightly rough to the touch; this woman's skin was really rough. He pressed down
on the woman's hand, which she was about to remove, and slowly rubbed it against his rising and falling chest, saying aggrievedly, "Look, my little heart
is pounding so hard because of you."

It seemed that this boy had no memory of how, just a few days ago, he had walked past her expressionlessly, with
an expression that was absolutely pure towards a stranger.

"Your heart is beating so fast," Cong Yun said

, going along with his words. You Danyu's lips curled into a beautiful smile, "That's because I was waiting for you!"

"You were waiting for me?" Cong Yun looked at him in surprise.

"Do you know that when I first saw you yesterday, I was immediately drawn to your special aura?"

As he spoke, his bright eyes dimmed, and he looked at her with a resentful expression. "But you
didn't at me, just walked right past me without looking at me. How could that not break my heart?"

She remembered seeing this boy yesterday, discussing something with the
son .

Cong Yun looked at him calmly. "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention yesterday."

A mischievous glint flickered in his dark eyes, but his expression was feigned utmost seriousness, fresh and cheerful.
This boy exuded a bright and cheerful aura.

You Danyu broke into a wide smile, beaming. "Then let's be friends and have dinner together
?"

As if afraid she wouldn't agree, the boy gripped her hand tightly and said sincerely, "I just want to be friends with you, nothing
more, you know? Your eyes are so gentle, just like my deceased mother, but she's gone..."

The boy looked at her with deep affection, holding Cong Yun's other hand and affectionately stroking her face. It was like
a pair of delicate wings brushing against silken satin, and an unusual soft light shimmered in Cong Yun's dark pupils. "He Chi?"

The two words, neither too loud nor too soft, seemed to have been spoken after endless waiting, containing boundless determination.

Her voice was neither high nor low, spoken slowly.

What was this woman muttering? Not hearing her words clearly, You Danyu asked in confusion, "What He Chi?"

She knew, she knew, why she had such a deep impression of this boy—those beautiful
eyes belonged to He Chi, He Chi.

She murmured tenderly, wishing he could look at her with such affectionate eyes, if only…
…

She had never felt happiness so close. She could reach out and touch it. She couldn't help but
reach out her other hand and press it against his eyes. "Okay!"

No way, it was that easy? Was this woman's brain made of water?

You Danyu smiled, her eyes crinkling into beautiful crescents, shimmering
in , sparkling with light. "That's great, thank you!"

Fine beads of sweat appeared on the boy's forehead, reflecting the bright sunlight in iridescent colors.
Cong Yun was slightly taken aback.

(II)

"What do you want to eat?" You Danyu asked with a smile, but inwardly she was uninterested. This old fogey was much easier to
manipulate than she had imagined ; she felt no sense of accomplishment.

"I want to eat whatever you like," Cong Yun said.

With a smile on her lips, You Danyu clearly hadn't expected her to be so obedient, and forgot to wipe her smile away. "Then let's
go ."

The two walked in silence to a Sichuan restaurant near the school.

"Boss, four catties of cold pot fish." You Danyu greeted the owner as soon as he entered the restaurant, clearly a regular customer.

Cong Yun hadn't expected him to like such a simple place; she had always thought this boy was
someone who liked to spend money, given his appearance.

Seeing the owner's eager call, "Okay! Ah Hui, bring the fish!" Cong Yun couldn't help but
turn to the boy beside her, who was idly twirling his chopsticks. "Isn't cold pot fish very fishy?"

With a look of disbelief, You Danyu was about to be sarcastic, but then thought better of it and immediately replied enthusiastically,
"Haven't you tried it before? It's another kind of hot pot, a self-service hot pot fish, with seaweed, lotus root,
cucumber, and all kinds of vegetables. Eat as much as you want."

In less than two minutes, the owner brought over a half-cooled, half-hot pot. "Miss, try it.
It's very good for your skin."

A thick layer of oil floated on the surface of the hot pot. Could it really be good for your skin?

Seeing her puzzled look, You Danyu patiently persuaded her, "See this chili oil? Do you know why
Sichuan girls have such good skin? It's from eating chili oil and chili peppers."

Cong Yun smiled; at her age, beauty was something she could do without. She picked up some seaweed from
the hot pot ; even vegetables that weren't usually very flavorful became delicious after being soaked in the chili oil.

Seeing her enjoying her food, You Danyu picked up his chopsticks and casually said, "Cold pot fish is so famous,
how come you haven't tried it?" Actually, he was just asking casually; sitting there with such a conservative woman
was incredibly boring.

Continuing to eat the lotus root in her hand, Cong Yun smiled faintly, "This kind of thing isn't suitable for enjoying alone." She
had just seen a sign in the shop that said it was limited to two or more people.

The loneliness in her eyes was so obvious that it was hard for You Danyu not to notice. He suddenly became curious about this strange
life . Living such a conventional life every day, neither here nor there, was it interesting?

"You Danyu, that's my name. How should I address you, beautiful lady?" It was funny that he only remembered to ask this
woman her name now, and she didn't seem to care about his oversight at all.

"Leaves fall back to their roots, remain faithful to one's original intention, drift lightly through the clouds, Ye Congyun." Congyun smiled. So he still remembered to ask
her name.

"A good name, just like you." You Danyu scoffed, equally uninteresting.

After dinner, You Danyu took her to run on the school's playground and to the top of the city to see the night view...

Sitting in the cramped back seat of the taxi, Congyun couldn't help but sigh. So, she could also have memories,
memories that no longer belonged to her alone.

Chapter Eleven Mingzhuo?

(I)

A row of tall plane trees lined both sides of the road, their dense leaves blocking the thin autumn moonlight, adding
a touch of warmth.

"So beautiful." You Danyu couldn't help but sigh softly. This was the first time he had looked at this city so intently.

The bustling metropolis was as beautiful as a mirage. No matter which way he went, he was dancing on someone else's
stage .

That's right, because no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't escape the original framework; he never truly belonged to this city.

"Yes, it really is beautiful." The silver-gray taxi sped along the highway.
Looking out the back window, all he could see was a lush, endless expanse of green. Even through the glass, he could still
feel the city's vibrant energy.

"Shall we just enjoy the scenery from the taxi?" You Danyu suggested, his eyes slightly upturned.

"Wouldn't that be too wasteful of money?" After all, it was his money.

"It's fine, we're not short of money." His tone was as familiar as that of a long-time lover, which amused Cong Yun, who was still hesitant.

Before she could respond, You Danyu leaned forward into the seat. "Driver, take the car to the suburbs. Stop when I tell you to."

A warm feeling came from her hand. Turning her head, she met the boy's gentle, watery eyes, softly
and quietly.

The warmth of his hand felt so real, almost unreal. Turning to look at the street scenes rushing past the window, she
gently closed her eyes, silently enjoying the moonlight. Such a moonlit night was
intoxicating , and her 26-year-old heart couldn't help but silently pray: "Time, please slow down,
let me catch up with your pace little by little."

It was like an old movie, scene after scene replaying in her mind, indelible even with time.

She suddenly remembered many things: that early winter morning when a lithe boy abruptly entered
her sight, slowly leaving a deep imprint on her heart.

She then realized that there was a kind of feeling called unrequited love.

All love stories are like a play, with two main characters, but this kind of love is forever a
solitary one, a self-written and self-acted drama, with no applause, no response, only a faint
sadness and boundless bitterness she can feel.

Whether sweet or sorrowful, it is ultimately herself.

A misty haze hangs in the air; a clear sky is

suddenly drenched in a light drizzle. Distant lights flicker and scatter erratically, their direction uncertain.

She reaches out a finger from the clouds, hesitates for a long time, and then, stroke by stroke, writes He Chi's name by the car window, earnestly
or perhaps playfully. The scenery outside the window becomes clear again, but she sees He Chi's name weeping.

"Who is He Chi?" This is the second time he's seen her so deeply moved by this name. Does this woman also have
someone she loves?

"He Chi." Cong Yun closed her eyes, seemingly exhausted, yet without a single tear. "He was a dream."

The words she wanted to say were swallowed back. You Danyu tried to move her lips a few times, but didn't know
how to say it, how to express it.

What kind of dream could make a woman have such a complex expression?

This woman was far more complex than he had imagined.

He Chi belonged to someone else, not hers. He loved a
girl named "Xie Ling" so passionately, just as she stubbornly loved a boy named He Chi.

Yes, that early winter morning, she saw that agile boy, quickly weaving through the
crowded throng, leaping and shooting a basket.

Thunderous applause erupted around them.

The boy turned, his gaze meeting hers, and grinned.

The setting sun cast dappled shadows on him and the banyan tree behind him, and Cong Yun's vision was illuminated by the light.
Startled by the shifting shadows, she looked up. Through the gaps in the layers of light, she could vaguely see the deep affection in the boy's eyes,
his jade-like eyes gleaming under the lamplight.

Her heart felt as if a bird had pierced through the clouds, leaving a deep, clear slit.

Later, she learned that he was looking at the girl behind her, an ordinary girl
named Ye Ling. She was thinner than Cong Yun, but not more beautiful.

A person's life can feel very long or very short because of their memories.

When she looked back, she couldn't remember how she had spent half her life; instead, those fragments
all shared the same footnote: searching.

She hid in He Chi's fan group, hoping to firmly remember every moment related to him,
watching his radiant smile bloom only for one person, unyielding to material gain, unswayed by money or beauty. That
beautiful tenderness, blooming only for one person, became her lifelong aspiration.

There was no jealousy, no heartache, only longing.

But so many years have passed, and some memories have slowly faded with time, like
the edges of a pyramid, gradually worn down by the years.

She realized that the one she loved wasn't the boy named He Chi, but a shadow named He Chi.

She couldn't even remember what He Chi looked like, or what he should look like. But that name
was etched into her heart like a knife, every line crystal clear.

Searching and searching, five years of her youth flowed by, loneliness always accompanying
her, becoming a part of her life.

She didn't wait for the He Chi who belonged to her alone. Was there really another He Chi in this world?

She realized that a girl's heart shouldn't bear too much waiting; waiting is the first sign of
aging .

No matter what, she still had to live...

That night, her phone didn't ring, because she had turned it off before it even got dark
. The two of them sat quietly, turning to look at the scenery outside the window, enjoying the beauty of the night.

(II)

2:30 a.m. In the dim night, under the tranquil starry sky, a huge sign gleamed silver

against the boundless darkness , quite eye-catching. "Famous Club," the first floor a slow-rock bar, the second floor KTV rooms. The entrance featured a deep, dark marble floor, its pure black almost impenetrable, quiet and profound , exuding a retro atmosphere. But no one paid attention to this; all eyes were fixed on the pole dancers , even the group of men and women in the front row. The interior was dimly lit, and pairs of eyes gleamed in the shadows—the eyes of hunters. "Did you get that girl?" A luxuriously dressed boy, sipping red wine, spoke first. Because the music on the first floor was too loud, he had to lean closer to another boy who was lounging lazily in his chair. Leisurely swinging his right leg and putting his hands behind his head, You Danyu didn't look at Zhao Ziwen, who was waiting for an answer, and said with a smile, "Tomorrow, I'll be waiting for your 50,000." "What 50,000? What woman? Ziwen, what's going on?" Li Mengyu, who had been ignored, asked curiously. Were they betting on other girls again? "Remember that gossipy old woman from the library last time?" Not knowing why he mentioned that respectable woman, Li Mengyu nodded. Of course she remembered; the library incident had made her afraid to leave her dormitory for a long time. "She made you live in fear every day. Don't worry, I'll make her pay tenfold." Zhao Ziwen said firmly . He would not allow Mengyu to suffer even the slightest harm. "There's no need for that. She's not having an easy time either. After all, she was just doing her duty." Besides, she didn't want You Danyu and Ziwen to hurt those girls because of her. "Girls are like that, so indecisive!" Turning to the hot girl beside him, You Danyu rewarded her with a kiss. "You're still my type." Her gentle eyes dimmed silently. She could never meet Ayu's standards; he preferred passionate and unrestrained beauties. A few people sitting in the corner went about their own business, some watching the hot dance , others flirting with their female companions as if no one else was around. Only one person stared blankly at the colorful crowd of people in the brightly lit nightclub, unfocused. That boy had a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes. (III) The next day at noon, before even approaching the school gate, Cong Yun spotted You Danyu in the crowd at a glance. Yes, there is always that one person who, even among millions of people, you can spot effortlessly at a glance. Perhaps the sunlight was too dazzling, blinding her. Watching him approach step by step, she felt as if she were moving further and further away from him. "You've come." Under the sunlight, the boy's smile was exceptionally bright. "Yes, I'm here," she repeated patiently. "There's still some time before you go to work, let's wander around first." "Okay," Cong Yun nodded and smiled. The setting sun cast long shadows along the tree-lined path. The two walked to a corner of the teaching building, but were suddenly stopped by a "Cheng Yaojin" (a character from a Chinese folktale known for his unexpected appearance . Several strangely dressed girls staggered over, one of them, the girl in front, arrogantly , sizing up Cong Yun. Her long fingernails were painted red, like a bloody claw. She held a cigarette in one hand, ash occasionally falling to the ground. "Hey, you little brat, give me the money." Cong Yun handed her the money, and she noticed the boy beside her watching leisurely. Her heart instantly turned cold. "Why is there only 100?" She walked fiercely behind Cong Yun, grabbed her hair, pulled hard, dragged her hair backward in an arc, and threw her into the corner. "That's all." It wasn't that she didn't want to resist, but some people and some things were like springs that wouldn't easily deform. "Haha!" The girl laughed sinisterly, suddenly stretching out her foot and stepping on Cong Yun's stomach, then pulling upwards , tearing off her outer garment. A deep red mark appeared on her skin from the heavy scraping of her high heels. "Every Monday, I don't care if you steal or rob, bring me 500 yuan, you hear me!" The girl leaned down, moving her foot higher, the pointed heel of her shoe slamming heavily on Cong Yun's right breast. She stretched out...

With one hand, he pinched Cong Yun's left breast, his long nails digging deep into her chest,
leaving five bloody marks.

You Danyu leaned lazily against the wall, a wicked smile on his face. "Take off your pants too."

Cong Yun's legs instinctively recoiled; she even wondered if what she had just heard was a hallucination.

The girl froze, turning her head. "Fourth Brother." What deep-seated hatred did this woman have for him, to be so
ruthless ?

His face darkened, the brick cross earring on his left ear gleaming strangely in the sunlight. His sharp
eyes shot towards the timid girl. "Xia Yao, you're getting worse and worse."

The girl smiled awkwardly. "If this woman commits suicide, Zhao Ziwen will be implicated, the police…"

His slightly long bangs obscured his face. You Danyu smiled. "Zhao Ziwen? What is he?"

Their conversation ended abruptly with a phone call—You Danyu's call.

"Ah Yu, it's me, Xiao Ren. Have you seen Xia Yao?"

"She's your girlfriend. How would I know where she is?" You Danyu reached up and tucked a stray hair behind
his ear, answering casually.

"Oh, never mind then. That kid Mingzhuo's gotten into trouble again."

"What trouble?"

"I don't know. Ziwen said he went to fight someone again. Where are you now? I'll come find you."

"No need. I'll come find you later."

Closing his phone, You Danyu said with a half-smile, "Another lovesick fool." But his eyes were fixed
on the young delinquent in front of him.

Because of the backlight, Cong Yun could only squint slightly, just in time to see You Danyu walking leisurely towards her.
He had long, slender limbs, wore faded jeans, and a high-end hooded stand-up collar men's jacket.

Squatting down, You Danyu's expression was indifferent as
she spoke softly to Cong Yun in a melodious, almost chanting tone, "And you still dare to like me?" As she spoke, the hand holding the cigarette lightly
roamed over Cong Yun's face and arm, then moved to her bare chest.

Chapter Twelve Not a Virgin

Throwing away the cigarette butt, You Danyu snorted and roughly ripped off Cong Yun's lower garment, tearing off
her red panties.

More whistles erupted around them. Cong Yun didn't even dare to look at their amused expressions. "Ye Cong Yun,
what are you being coy about? This body has been seen by countless men."

A warm breath touched her face. Cong Yun instinctively opened her eyes, meeting You Danyu's mocking
gaze. She vaguely felt that the lifeless eyes she had just seen were just her imagination.

"Don't you like me? Do you want to have sex with me?" His tone shifted, "Or... are you a virgin?"

"Let me check first to see if you, this proper woman, are an old maid."

Saying this, he pressed down on Cong Yun's legs, which were trying to escape, and carefully examined her vulva between her legs. Her labia majora
were very thick, while her labia minora were somewhat long and dark brown. Her vulva appeared large and long, with a plump and high mons pubis,
topped with a small tuft of pubic hair, not much.

When You Danyu parted her vulva, he found that her vaginal opening was already open, and clear fluid was slowly
flowing out from her. He smiled with narrowed eyes, "Do you feel pleasure from being looked at by me, or from being looked at by so many people?"

Cong Yun looked at his teasing expression, "Please, let them leave, okay?" She really couldn't stand so
many eyes watching the show, like thorns mercilessly shooting at her.

He grasped the hand pressing against her leg and slowly moved it towards her slightly damp private parts. "The water here is all for
you." His eyes were sincere and earnest.

Looking at her, the boy's dark, flawless eyes were as deep as the night sea, flashing with
complex and fleeting light for a brief moment before fading away just as quickly.

"Is that so? You want to tell me you're a virgin?"

"I was raped when I was seventeen." Her eyelids slowly drooped, obscuring her desolate gaze.

"You think I'll believe you?" Like a wild cheetah in the jungle, You Danyu's dark eyes shone
brightly , yet their coldness seemed to pierce through her.

Biting her lower lip, she looked up at him from behind, smiling silently. "I don't care about anyone else, I just want you
to believe me ."

This woman, if she's not too good at lying, then...

A crisp, pleasant melody came from the boy's jeans back pocket. You Danyu stared intently at her, completely
ignoring the music behind him.

"Fourth Brother, the phone."

Xia Yao, who had been ignored, couldn't help but remind him. The fourth brother was becoming increasingly unpredictable
, making her live in constant fear, and her days were becoming more and more unpleasant.

"All of you, turn around!"

His voice became low and hoarse as You Danyu impatiently roared, the invisible unease making him even more agitated.
What was wrong?

Suddenly, the surroundings became quiet except for the rustling of clothes moving in the air, mixed with
the persistent music.

In a flash, Yun noticed a pair of eyes, like a tranquil pool of spring water amidst the crowd, unexpectedly
striking her heart.

Without warning, You Danyu covered her soft lips with his, his tongue licking her red lips
and gums, then sucking on her fragrant tongue and gently biting it.

Her tongue instinctively retreated into her mouth; she had very little experience with kissing, and even felt
a strange aversion to it.

His right hand held her chin firmly, his gaze suddenly turning cold, like looking at a
little white rabbit trembling under his wolf's claws.

"What? Is this how you like me?"

Suddenly, she felt his eyes were like a chameleon, unpredictable.

Afraid he would misunderstand, Cong Yun quickly extended her tongue to entwine with his. You Danyu increased his strength, using the tip of his tongue
to hungrily lick her little tongue, greedily swallowing her saliva.

You Danyu's tongue licked down her neck from her chin, an invisible fire of desire rising between them
. While kissing her, his fingers slid unrestrainedly to her chest, grabbing her full
breasts.

Skillfully, he surrounded her breasts with his fingers, tightly pinching her nipples, teasing them back and forth, his hot
skin pressed against Cong Yun's full breasts, constantly rubbing and playing with them.

"Mmm..."

Cong Yun murmured, not daring to make a loud sound. Surrounded by a group of rebellious girls, she felt even more...
Feeling lost and confused,

Cong Yun felt a wet, warm sensation on her sensitive nipples, accompanied by the pleasure of being sucked.
She lowered her , her golden hair almost white in the sunlight, and realized that
the boy had been burying his face in her breasts, sucking and rubbing against them.

"Your voice is so beautiful! Don't bite, let me hear you moan a few more times," You Danyu said, stroking her
soft breasts, feeling their exquisite elasticity, while relentlessly attacking her nipples.

With vigorous kneading, the woman's flesh deformed between the boy's fingers and hands. He sucked on Cong Yun's nipples,
occasionally biting and tugging with his teeth, or teasing them with his tongue. Gradually, Cong Yun's nipples hardened in his mouth
.

His mouth left Cong Yun's breasts, burying itself between them, licking away the scarlet bloodstains—
the wounds Xia Yao had scratched earlier. He relentlessly bit and tugged at Cong Yun's breasts, leaving deep teeth
marks on her snow-white skin, while his fingers flicked back and forth at her newly erect nipples.

"Ah..." Cong Yun gasped, twisting violently. The sensation of his tongue swirling around her nipples was
unbearable, and she gradually became intoxicated by his warm, strong lips and tongue.

"Open your mouth!"

Lost in thought, Cong Yun didn't hear him clearly and looked at him blankly.

Disobeying again? You Danyu pinched her cheekbones hard on both sides of her chin.

"Ugh..." It hurt a little, and Cong Yun subconsciously opened her mouth obediently.

"That's a good girl! Stick your tongue out too!" You Danyu shouted loudly.

A little pain from his pinch, Cong Yun timidly stuck out her wet, tender tongue. Her white, lovely teeth and
pink tongue aroused You Danyu's strong desire. He panted and lowered his head,
pressing his lips against Cong Yun's sexy mouth.

"Mmm..." The boy first gently licked Cong Yun's tender tongue with his own. The abundant saliva on her rosy tongue was
sweet and delicious. You Danyu licked the entire tongue with lingering pleasure before sucking her smooth, tender tongue
into his mouth.

"Mmm..."

The boy sucked on her tongue up and down, as if he would never get tired of it.

After a while, the boy finally released her tongue. She excitedly wanted to gasp for breath, but
You Danyu didn't give her the chance. He took her lips again, this time directly sucking on her soft lips,
his tongue pushing open her clean teeth and deeply stirring into her sweet, soft mouth.

"Do you like me kissing you like this?" The boy asked her with a lingering tone, his slippery tongue licking the saliva left at the corners of her mouth
.

"I like it." It was a very lingering kiss.

"Then do you want to make love with me?" You Danyu asked teasingly, a smile playing on his lips,
his eyes, becoming deep and unfathomable.

Cong Yun sighed silently. It wasn't a question of whether she wanted to or not, but rather, whether he wanted to or not. She didn't
think her body had anything that could attract him to linger; moreover, any one of the girls in the circle had
a better figure and skin than hers.

"Don't you like me? Do you want me?" Receiving no answer, the boy asked unwillingly, one hand
subtly sliding down, past her lower abdomen, her navel, and into her tightly clenched thighs…

"Not here, let's go somewhere else." Seeing his increasingly frivolous actions, Cong Yun began to feel afraid,
looking at him almost pleadingly. Anyone could come in here.

She didn't understand why he liked to ask questions he already knew the answer to. Such questions didn't seem like
flirtatious . A cloud of doubt flashed through Cong Yun's mind.

Ignoring her pleas, You Danyu forced her body to the ground, reaching out to grasp her full breasts,
his fingers teasing the two delicate cherries atop them. "Want it? Hmm?"

Without hesitation, Cong Yun blurted out, "Yes."

A chilling sneer curled at the corner of his lips as You Danyu unexpectedly stood up, mocking, "Too bad
, I'm not interested in an old woman like you."

With that, he led his group of young girls away, leaving Cong Yun with only a resolute back view.

Chapter Thirteen: In the Face of Money

That night.

She couldn't forget the boy's smile before he left, the unwavering determination in his eyes sending a shiver down her spine, as if something
was about to happen.

"You slut, what are you thinking about again? Hmm?" The man beside her
frowned .

"I was thinking about how great you were just now." Pulling herself back to reality, Cong Yun turned weakly around, her whole body aching and powerless
as .

"You think I'm one of your useless guests? So easily fooled?" Wu Cenxi sneered, his voice low against Cong Yun's
ear .

What kind of gaze was that? Meeting his eyes felt like being pierced by a needle .
In her memory, this man always had an air of superiority, his very demeanor shrouded in a gloomy, somber expression that even her usual readily available lies became stammering. Taking a deep breath, Cong Yun forced a smile, "No...no, I really didn't mean that." Her eyes narrowed to slits, like an eagle eyeing a rabbit in its claws, Wu Cenxi lifted her chin , his sharp eyes fixed on the woman's slightly trembling eyelids. Her lips moved, but no words came out. Cong Yun resisted the urge to turn her face away, looking at him meekly. Yes, what good was backbone in the face of money? Could it even allow her to survive? Still wearing that cold, mask-like expression, Wu Cenxi released her hand with satisfaction. He liked this woman's submissive nature; unlike those arrogant prostitutes outside, or his previous innocent girlfriends, they were all devoid of flavor. She sat on the sofa with her arms outstretched, her expression one of post-coital languor. Wu Cenxi turned on the TV remote : "Go get something to eat." The implication was that he was hungry. After spending some time together, Cong Yun had come to understand his personality a little better. This man always did things unpredictably—either he'd finish and leave with the money, or he'd flirt with her for a while before leaving . But never before had he stayed to eat her cooking. "Why are all these channels so bad?" Wu Cenxi asked irritably, constantly changing channels. Following his gaze, the TV screen was either blank or filled with programs with low ratings. Cong Yun couldn't help but chuckle, "It's past three in the morning; there aren't many channels."

Mocking him like that only made Wu Cenxi more annoyed. "How would I know if you don't tell me?"

It wasn't a matter of whether she said it or not; it was a matter everyone knew. Suppressing her
urge to speak, Cong Yun asked him curiously, "Don't you ever watch TV at night?"

"Who watches this stuff in the middle of the night?" he replied with a disdainful expression.

True, this man must have a very active nightlife, right? She didn't understand why he didn't go to his girlfriend to satisfy his
physical needs, but instead chose the most unsafe option: prostitutes.

Looking closely, she noticed the man's fair, delicate skin, with a sharp, cold handsomeness. His eyes?
To be honest, the first thing she noticed was his eyes; they shimmered with a captivating color, drawing her
in. His nose was straight and prominent, with a beautiful curve.

Unlike You Danyu's hair, his was thick, black, and shimmering with a lustrous sheen. It was fine and soft, and
whenever he aroused her to the peak of passion, she would habitually grab his fine hair. He didn't show any displeasure
, so she boldly enjoyed the soft texture in her hands.

Moving around, her strength had returned somewhat, and Cong Yun realized she was also a little hungry. Walking to the counter,
she opened the drawer and took out some DVDs. Some were borrowed, others were bought by Fei Wei for entertainment.

Seeing her squatting in front of a pile of DVDs, Wu Cenxi walked over without a word. "How did you know
what I like to watch?"

Without looking up, Cong Yun continued what she was doing. "I'm not sure, I'm just looking for you first.
If you don't like it, we can change it." After all, she
knew which DVDs in her own collection suited him and which didn't.

"Irreconcilable Enemies"... Hmm, this one should be good. It's an American film. Actually, she didn't like it, but
she felt this man would like it. Pulling out the DVD, Cong Yun casually handed it to the man in front of her, only
to meet his deep eyes and realize that he had been squatting in front of her for who knows how long.

Feeling a chill run down her spine from his gaze, Cong Yun didn't voice her doubts but instead asked, "Is this one okay?"

Seeing him watching the movie with interest, Cong Yun breathed a sigh of relief.

She had figured out his preferences half through their interactions and the other half from
asking Fei Wei.

Fei Wei was stunned to see Cong Yun with Wu Cenxi. It took her a while to recover her senses, and
she frantically searched her memory before realizing she didn't know much about
this man either. "I heard from those marketing madams that his father is a gang leader in the underworld, and his mother is the daughter of a group president, but
I'm not sure if he's involved in legitimate or underworld activities. However, he seems to speak quite a few languages and often takes foreign clients
to nightclubs to 'discuss' business, tipping the girls thousands or tens of thousands of dollars at a time." After thinking for
a had to warn Cong Yun, "If he contacts you, then you can accept his business; otherwise,
never call him!"

"Why?" Cong Yun couldn't understand.

"That guy has a fiancée he's engaged to through an arranged marriage, and she's the daughter of a mob boss.
Do you think you can climb that high branch?"

Feiwei said irritably. She hadn't even settled the score with that woman for getting those thugs to gang rape her!

With an "Oh," Congyun ended the question, "How are things on your end?"

"What else can I do? I'm fed and clothed, I go wherever life is luxurious." She
'd spend as much as she could while she had; she wasn't going to be foolish as to wait until that old man got tired of her.

After a moment's hesitation, Congyun spoke, "Recently, a few delinquent girls have been giving me trouble. I'd like you to help me find some
helpers to fend them off." 500 yuan was her hard-earned money; she couldn't just give it away and
get beaten up along with it.

"Just a few delinquents? They've scared you like this? Did you think you were some kind of tough cookie, Ye Congyun? I
'm not one to be trifled with. Time? Place?" Fei Wei strode over to Congyun without any politeness, glancing at her sideways. Her slender, white
neck curved gracefully like a swan, her eyes filled with arrogant defiance.

And so, the two agreed to meet at the school next Monday to "teach those girls a lesson."

In the blink of an eye, Congyun had already prepared the noodles—the simplest kind: "oil-splashed noodles."

First, she chopped the garlic, mixed it with soy sauce and sesame oil, and placed it at the bottom of a bowl. Then, she boiled the handmade noodles and
vegetables in boiling water for a while, then scooped them out.

Of course, noodles need oil. Congyun heated the oil in a wok for a while, then poured it directly over the cooked noodles in the bowl
, instantly filling the entire kitchen with a fragrant aroma.

After mixing it with the seasonings, two simple bowls of noodles, one large and one small, were ready.

After thinking for a moment, Cong Yun made a poached egg and placed it on a large bowl.

She carried the noodles out of the kitchen, where the man was already sitting at the table, his eyes fixed on the noodles in her hand. Cong
Yun couldn't help but chuckle; even this aloof man had a cute side. It seemed he was really hungry; no wonder he was willing to
wait here for her to cook. "

That's it?" Wu Cenxi had smelled the delicious aroma from afar and thought she had made something special, but it was just a few vegetables and noodles. His face darkened as he asked her. "This is more fun to make, and besides, you look really hungry." That same expression again; Cong Yun smiled helplessly. Raising an eyebrow, Wu Cenxi moved his lips but didn't speak. He took the large bowl she handed him and noticed the poached egg in his own bowl. Half of his pent-up anger dissipated as he looked at her. "What's wrong?" Seeing his complicated expression, Cong Yun felt another chill. "It's nothing, eat up." With that, Wu Cenxi started eating with her chopsticks; after all that strenuous exercise, her stomach was truly growling with hunger. The darkness stood behind them, pressing in through the angular glass windows, and the air suddenly became so quiet that only the sound of the wind whistling through the glass and the soft hissing of slurping noodles could be heard. Chapter Fourteen: I'm Sorry (Part One) The next afternoon, as usual, Cong Yun arranged each book neatly on the bookshelf in a specific order, with the precision of a military parade . Cong Yun liked to wander among the books, placing her hand on the spine and slowly walking to feel their thickness. The texture on her hand constantly changed—some were hard, some soft, and sometimes she would suddenly trip, pause for a moment, and then continue gliding through the sea of books—a very interesting game. A group of men and women dressed in brightly colored clothes appeared without warning, their footsteps fluttering.

At the library entrance.

The setting sun cast dappled shadows on the group of people and the bookshelves behind them. Startled by the
shifting light , Yun looked up and could barely make out the boy's figure through the gaps between the stacks of books.

For a moment, she only saw the boy's tall and elegant silhouette.

A boy with shiny hair and a sophisticated appearance walked provocatively towards Cong Yun.
"You bitch, your time has come!"

She recognized the boy. She hadn't expected him to only come looking for her now after all this time. "This is
the library."

"So what if it's the library? I can do whatever I want." Zhao Ziwen spat, looking her over disdainfully.
"Who do you think you are? One of those nosy old maids at school, or…"

He slapped his forehead, feigning realization. "Oh, I used to
think highly of you, you old woman. Turns out you're a slut who's always in heat."

Laughing, he pulled out a voice recorder from his pocket and said suggestively, "Does everyone want to hear this woman's
lewd voice?"

"Yes, yes…"

"Zhao Ziwen, what are you waiting for? Open that thing and listen."

"Haha, a bitch in heat, all she does is bark. What's so good about that?"

...

A cacophony of lewd laughter surrounded her. Yun's eyes instinctively drifted to the
black A casually dressed boy, his arm around his female companion, laughed unrestrainedly, occasionally making intimate
gestures, accompanied by whistling and urging.

"Do you like me kissing you like this?"

"Yes."

"Then do you want to make love with me?"

"Tell me, don't you like me? Do you want me?"

"Not here, let's go somewhere else."

...

The intermittent, flirtatious sounds from the recording pen echoed in the previously empty library. The scorching sunlight streamed through
the windows, dispersing heat into the air, while the air conditioner on the wall blasted out bursts of cold air, making the worksheets and reference books whistle
.

Yun froze. Then, a sharp, agonizing pain shot through her heart, and a deafening roar filled her ears, as if
a giant hand were gripping her throat, rendering her speechless.

She didn't know how much time had passed before she recovered, but her voice was so unfamiliar that she didn't even recognize it herself;
her throat felt like it was filled with dust. "This is the library, please have some self-respect."

"Haha, she said self-respect, Ayu, did you hear that? This woman said self-respect." Zhao Ziwen laughed,
crossing one arm and bending over, pointing the other at You Danyu, who was watching the show.

"Tsk tsk, even I, the male lead, didn't say self-respect, and you say self-respect?" You Danyu looked at her with a mocking smile.

"An adult film actress saying self-respect? That's hilarious."

"This woman, how shameless, dares to say self-respect!" Another fashionable girl in tank tops and shorts
laughed with disdain.

"Is this what you wanted...?"

Cong Yun closed her eyes, turned around, and outside the window, the shadows of the trees swayed violently, their reflections on the windowpane
appearing particularly arrogant. "To make me leave this campus humiliated."

How could these pampered teenagers understand the importance of this job to her? "I
accept , but... I'm sorry, I won't leave here."

This wasn't a look of humiliation; it was practically a death knell. These old fogies are truly boring to
death. The thought of losing 50,000 yuan like water made Zhao Ziwen even angrier. "Damn it, you won't listen to reason,
you just wait and see!"

With that, he flicked his sleeve, pushed through the crowd, and left angrily.

The others, seeing Zhao Ziwen leave, also looked bored, and in twos and threes, they put their arms around each other's shoulders, preparing to leave.
They had thought this woman would cry her heart out, or at least put on a hurt expression. They were wondering what kind
of show they'd see, but it was pointless!

A pair of small eyes gazed unobtrusively into the eyes fixed on her, their depths settling into an endless expanse
of ink, and the air seemed to freeze.

Indeed, she had been asking for too much.

With a sigh, she turned and quietly gazed at the scenery outside the window. Her previously unfocused and hazy eyes gradually focused.
Why must one love another person? Isn't it better to live alone?

(II)

The night sky was a deep, inky blue, the moon half-hidden by dark clouds, looking as if it were weeping.

The tranquility was broken by footsteps, accompanied by rapid breathing, piercing the still, desolate silence with
such abruptness.

Cong Yun unconsciously gripped her phone tightly, her heart pounding wildly. Had
she become too timid from not going out at night for too long?

Since that man had unexpectedly appeared at her rented apartment some time ago, she had rarely gone out to
solicit customers . Firstly, she was afraid of being seen "doing things" with other clients, which would be embarrassing; secondly, she herself didn't have much desire
to go out.

But today, she was just walking aimlessly, not even knowing where she was going.
It was less about soliciting customers and more about clearing her head.

A burning heart sank into an icy river, and she pulled her collar tighter. Whether it was the warmth of spring or the passion
of summer, love, to her, was just a half-moon hanging upside down on a dark, bare, old tree.

Untouchable, untouchable…

“Who?! Get out of here!” A distant tone, a cold voice, pierced her unrestrained
wandering thoughts.

She quickly turned her head towards the source of the voice, only to find a person standing askew in the corner of the park behind her, in the grass.
Because of the backlighting, she couldn't see his face, only judging from the voice that it was a man.

The man's body was swaying, clearly wanting to fall, yet he was holding on, refusing to give way.

Unfazed by his coldness, suppressing her rapidly beating heart, Cong Yun took a step towards him. As
the distance closed, the first thing she saw was a pair of slightly upturned eyes, as still as water, devoid of emotion,
cold and deep.

They were very rare peach blossom eyes. A thought flashed through her mind, and almost instinctively, Cong Yun looked at his face. A
gentle breeze blew, and his flaxen hair fluttered freely in the wind.

His features were so exquisite; who else could it be but that boy?

Lifting her legs, Cong Yun turned without hesitation to leave. This boy, the aura he exuded...
So complex, like a mixture of various temperaments, impossible to describe.

He still remembered the boy's disgusted expression; did he think he was some kind of monster?

His eyes swept over the boy's blood-stained shirt, a shocking crimson, and he paused, his
lips parting slightly, "Are you alright?"

The approaching figure forced open his heavy eyelids. He couldn't fall, he couldn't fall, he absolutely couldn't fall…

He tried to open his eyes wide, but no, it seemed his focus wasn't strong enough; he could only stare intently at
the corner of the woman's skirt.

Sun Mingzhuo didn't even have the strength to speak. He only felt a sharp pain in his waist, so intense that he couldn't move an inch;
turning and standing were both incredibly painful!

A deep yellow halo enveloped the figure, making it difficult to see clearly; he could only vaguely
sense it was a woman's figure.

"Go…go…go away!" Sun Mingzhuo took a step back, clenching his fists, biting his lip tightly, refusing
to accept the other's help. "Ouch, it hurts!" The extremely abnormal posture caused Sun Mingzhuo's uncomfortable position to turn into painful groans.
How could there be such a stubborn person?

Cong Yun sighed softly, not leaving because of his words, but stepping forward. "Where do you live? I'll take you
home so your parents can help you heal, okay?"

"No...no...there." Sweat on his forehead blurred the boy's vision. His senses were gradually fading, and he
didn't notice that the other person had already walked in front of him. He was dizzy and disoriented, and perhaps because of the darkness of the night, he couldn't even
see the scenery clearly.

"Is it...you?" Feeling that this woman was so familiar, Sun Mingzhuo unconsciously murmured,
"Then you..."

Before he could finish speaking, the boy interrupted her, reciting a long address, and then he could no longer bear it and
fainted.

Cong Yun reached out and supported the boy's slumped body, the weight against her becoming even heavier.

She frowned slightly, wondering if she had misheard. That place was
the most expensive affluent area in the neighborhood.

Chapter Fifteen: My Precious Body

(Part 1)

"Ugh..."

It's so hot. It hurts so much. What's that place that's both hot and cold? The burning sensation on his skin combined with the pain made him feel even more
numb and tingly . Where is it? How could this be!

"Don't move."

A soft voice sounded in his ear, a woman's gentle and delicate voice penetrating Sun Mingzhuo's consciousness, sounding somewhat warning
.

Ugh... who... is it? Who's talking to him? How could there be a woman in his room!

"Ugh, it hurts!" Sun Mingzhuo groaned in pain. His waist ached terribly, and he wanted to dodge,
but his body was held down and he couldn't move.

"You're injured right now, don't move around." The voice sounded again.

"No... get away..."

Who is this woman? It hurts so much!

"Ah..." He tried to open his eyes, but found it wasn't as easy as he imagined. Sun Mingzhuo's breathing gradually became heavy.

"I told you, you really can't move!" The boy's stubbornness made Cong Yun slightly displeased. His injury was already so
serious, yet he kept moving around. What if he aggravated his wound?

"You—" Sun Minzhuo gritted his teeth, large beads of sweat dripping down his face. With an indomitable spirit, he forced
his heavy eyelids open.

His blurred vision gradually revealed a featureless face, standing up to carefully examine his
wounds .

So familiar…

that woman!

That prostitute!!

The prostitute who had made him lose his senses time and again!

Yes! It was that damned woman!

Overwhelmed with surprise, Sun Minzhuo suddenly
sprang , the violent movement causing him to wince in pain. The thin blanket covering him
slipped off with the boy's rough movements.

"It's you! Ouch…" Something in his waist felt increasingly prickly. Sun Minzhuo endured the pain,
staring the "uninvited guest" before him.

If the person in front of him wasn't a woman, he absolutely, positively would have punched her!

"You…" He pointed to the door, about to tell her to get lost, but suddenly realized something was wrong.

Something was wrong!

What was that sticking to his body, slowly sliding down?! The overturned bedsheet pressed against his skin,
providing a delicate touch, soft and comfortable, but—why was it against his skin?

Sun Mingzhuo looked down, his two small pink nipples exposed to the air, and looking further down, his little
brother limply drooped, as if mocking his belated realization.

His precious body had been completely seen naked by this disgusting prostitute!

Cong Yun heard the sound and looked up, seeing the boy glaring at her with a look of utter
disgust she knew all too well!

Cong Yun sighed almost imperceptibly; it seemed she couldn't expect to get anything out of this boy.

Across the large bed, the two stared at each other, one standing on the bed glaring angrily, the other standing below,
indifferent and detached.

Why, why, this woman had been so ingratiating towards him last time! Sun Mingzhuo was furious,
shouting "Get out!" several times!

Sun Mingzhu cursed under his breath, even swinging his fist a few times in his excitement, but unexpectedly aggravated his injured waist, making him wince
in pain .

Like a wounded leopard cub, he struggled to protect his dignity.

Cong Yun spread out one hand, slowly took a step forward, and looked at him indifferently, "I want a fee for my trouble."
If this boy hadn't had the key, she probably would have paid for his hotel bill too. "The taxi fare plus
medical expenses is over a hundred yuan.

She wouldn't save someone for nothing, especially since this boy doesn't seem to be the kind of person who's short of money.

" "You...you..." Unexpectedly, this woman didn't speak much, but once she did, she started talking about money, money, money. Sun Mingzhu
almost died on the spot!

This disgusting woman, she saved him just for money!

(II)

Who said that if you lose something, you can pick it up and hide it, and you can't throw it outside? He'll kill him!! He, Young Master Sun, has never been so humiliated
in his life !

This is intolerable!

Without saying a word, Sun Mingzhuo turned around and ran to the bedside table. He pulled out the bedside drawer, and
the contents were scattered all over the floor. There were many crumpled pieces of paper and scattered banknotes next to it.

"You want money, huh! Here you go! All of it! I've got plenty!"

He grabbed a handful and turned to throw it at her, but he stomped too hard, turning the blanket into a "carpet" on the floor
. Sun Mingzhuo stumbled forward, falling face-first onto the smooth marble floor like a dog. His wounds reopened upon impact
, and bright red blood slowly seeped through the gauze.

A huge wad of banknotes scattered like snowflakes, covering the floor.

In those few seconds, there wasn't even enough time for Cong Yun to witness the whole thing, let alone catch him.

His firm, white buttocks were now completely exposed to the air. Sun Mingzhuo was so weak
he didn't even have the strength to scream. What he wanted to cover most wasn't his buttocks, but his handsome face!

Ah... his face! Now, he wasn't just losing face, he'd lost his most precious possession—his face!

"Is this boy complaining about the excessive blood?" Cong Yun, who had intended to stand aside and let him treat his wounds himself
, felt a pang of heartache seeing him lying motionless on the ground. "

Oh well, he's just a spoiled brat," she thought. Grabbing the sterilized gauze and bandages from the side, Cong Yun
walked over to him. "Can you get up?"

"Mind your own business!" a muffled voice replied, refusing to turn around. The boy's face was pressed tightly against
the marble floor, as if he were talking to himself.

Ignoring his words, Cong Yun gently turned the boy's limp body over and carefully unwrapped the
blood-soaked gauze.

"Who needs you..." Sun Mingzhuo, startled by her actions, turned around and saw her focused expression. He swallowed
his anger sullenly turning his head away, sulking to himself.

It wasn't that he was giving in, absolutely not! Yes, a man should endure what he can, and when he can't endure it anymore, he still
has to endure it!

Yes! That's it, once he's healed, this woman is doomed!

First, she applied gauze to the wound, then took a bandage from the side and wrapped it around the boy's waist at a slight angle, looping it two or three times. She
then tucked the protruding corner of the first loop inside the third, giving it a tug. It was now more secure and stable; otherwise, given his
personality, the wound would likely reopen.

Bright red blood still lingered below the boy's waist. After a moment's thought, Cong Yun took a cotton ball from the bedside, dipped it in
saline solution, and gently cleaned it away.

"Ah..." This time, it wasn't a frustrated roar, but a comfortable groan.

Cong Yun, so focused on wiping away the almost dried blood, thought she had hurt him when she heard his cry.
She reflexively looked up, only to see the boy's embarrassed and annoyed profile; she couldn't see anything clearly. She lowered her head to continue
wiping away the blood.

Only then did she notice that the boy's penis, unusually large for his age, had become slightly erect.
Yun stared blankly, realizing she hadn't even touched his genitals. She thought that since the boy disliked her so much, he wouldn't even
think about that kind of thing.

The boy's penis was probably the most beautiful Yun had ever seen. The foreskin was gently retracted, but not long—just
the right length. The cylindrical glans protruded like a mushroom, and the entire shaft was surrounded by the scrotum, giving it
a pinkish sheen.

A penis like an elephant's trunk, a scrotum the size of a gourd—that perfectly described this kind of man.

Damn woman, couldn't she have touched him more thoroughly? Or at least not touch him at all! When had he, Young Master Sun, ever
felt so humiliated, standing naked before a woman, who was utterly oblivious to his
nakedness ?

Suddenly being stared at like that, his previously slightly erect penis was now fully erect, standing straight in
mid-air , swollen and about to burst! Just one glance from this woman's eyes was enough to overwhelm the young master.

He no longer felt the pain of his wounds or the weakness in his body; his thick, long penis longed to find a
tight, slippery opening to rub wildly, to rhythmically thrust and release itself...

Ahhh!!! No! No... He couldn't let his precious virginity be wasted on this disgusting prostitute
, absolutely not!

Lost in his internal struggle, the young master had no idea that she was just comparing his penis to others.
If she had known, he would have died of a heart attack!

Chapter Sixteen His Little Brother

"It's so hard... Are you in pain? I can help you, I'll help you take care of it." Seeing that his penis
was getting bigger and bigger, Cong Yun seized the opportunity to speak. She had just noticed that
all was in hundred-yuan bills. Such customers were really hard to find—generous with money and without any sadistic tendencies
.

Unlike that cold, aloof man, who could give other girls thousands, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands in tips
, she didn't understand why he was so stingy with her, a lowest-class prostitute. No matter
how long or late it was, he'd only give her a thousand or two at most.

If she had to choose, she would definitely choose this boy, provided she had a choice.

"What? What does it solve?" Her whole body was tense, like a volcano, almost
bursting with fire . She didn't care about choosing her words carefully.

A slightly trembling hand deftly slipped under her waist through the bushes. She exhaled, and when she reached
for the boy's penis, she realized it was rock hard.

She carefully cupped his large penis in her hands, gazing at it. This was what Fei Wei had taught her. Fei Wei had told
her that when a woman holds a man's genitals and gazes at them, it expresses her reverence
and submission to him.

"Who told you..." Seeing her dare to touch his little brother, Sun Mingzhuo's vicious
words, which were about to spill out, were all choked in his throat by her actions. His body tensed, and he stared stiffly at
the woman squatting between his legs.

The moment she touched him, she recoiled as if burned, but then she still held
the boy's penis tightly in her hand, feeling the warmth of the shaft in her palm. She began to gently stroke it with her fingers, gently grasping his
hard, thick penis. Slowly, she began to slowly stroke the boy's penis while cautiously
looking up at his reaction.

"You! You...you damn fat woman, how dare you touch this young master!"

Oh no! Oh no! Sun Mingzhuo's temples throbbed. His reason kept warning him to kick her away,
but his body had no strength at all. He didn't know if it was weakness or powerlessness.

The thick, large penis was now raised more than ninety degrees, the glans erect and throbbing. A glistening liquid oozed from the urethral opening of the fleshy, hard
glans , which was shiny with the fluid secreted from desire.

Cong Yun felt the large glans in her hand growing hotter and hotter, throbbing and pulsating. It was so big! This boy was clearly
already at the peak of desire; even his harsh words were soft and weak, hardly sounding like he was rejecting her.

She boldly moved her other slender hand over, her two trembling hands cupping the boy's hot, throbbing glans
, as if enveloping a throbbing heart.

Cong Yun felt waves of heat emanating from the trembling glans, spreading throughout her body,
like electric shocks. Even with both hands grasping it, nearly an inch of the entire
penis still protruded, and the thick shaft and enormous glans were far too large for one hand to contain. And then there was the deep glans, the jagged,
bulging edge…

"Ugh… ugh… damn… woman…"

she murmured incoherently, her large penis, rubbed by the woman, becoming even more flushed and erect. Sun
Mingzhuo now felt like dying. His treasure, his virginity...

his face, his body, his little brother, gone, gone, all gone... Ah!!!

"I'll make you feel very comfortable." Seeing that he was starting to waver, Cong Yun quickly said. She rubbed the tip of the boy's
glans , her soft lips lightly kissing the junction of the back of the glans, teasing the sensitive
veins between the two glans with her tongue.

"Ah... who wants to feel comfortable..." His breathing became increasingly unsteady, and Sun Mingzhuo said unwillingly, "It's you...
ah... shameless..."

His hands involuntarily gripped the thin blanket that had fallen to the side, his fingers involuntarily gradually closing,
his eyes revealing a light of disbelief. He couldn't resist her!

Chapter Seventeen: You Can't Touch Other People's Breasts! [h]

(I)

This tingling and numb feeling was even more comfortable and stimulating than masturbating with his own hands.
It was the same two hands masturbating, so how could there be such a strong contrast?

"Oh..." Before he could get an answer, Sun Mingzhuo felt his little brother enter a warm, moist, and soft
place, and couldn't help but let out a comfortable moan.

A pair of amorous peach blossom eyes half-closed and lowered their heads. Sun Mingzhuo's eyes were almost bloodshot. That damn fat
woman was actually licking between his groin and pubic hair. This scene was more exciting than any porn he had ever seen! But

what made him bleed the most wasn't even that. The fat woman, with her body bent over, had two pairs of trembling, warm, and plump
white breasts hanging down, completely exposed to his eyes. The dark red nipples on her breasts
were pointed , and sweat covered her entire breasts, shimmering with an alluring light. They rose and fell with her breath, like two pairs of
soft balls waiting to be ravaged.

A few drops of sweat dripped slowly down her breasts and nipples...

Seeing this beautiful scene, Sun Mingzhuo's mind suddenly heated up. He was a little dazed, and it felt like two
flames were burning in his chest, making his mouth dry.

Damn it, he'd seen women's bodies before, from middle school to university, at school, at his grandfather's company, at
his father's government office… those naked women trying to climb into his bed, he, Young Master Sun
, wouldn't even deign to glance at them. How could he possibly react to this fat woman in front of him?

"Right, it must be my imagination!!!" The urge to touch her breasts just now was definitely an illusion!

But then, his alluring eyes couldn't resist, and he secretly glanced at her chest again, just in time to meet the gaze of the woman who was
cautiously watching his expression.

One had half-closed eyes like a sexy cat, the other had a warm and ingratiating look like a well-behaved puppy.

"What?" Seeing him muttering something unintelligible, Cong Yun looked up, completely bewildered.

Their eyes met, and Sun Mingzhuo's heart softened, his whole body going limp like a ball of white
jelly , only his outstretched hands tightly clutching the thin blanket.

Seeing that he didn't resist, Cong Yun looked away and continued. The boy's penis was still erect
, trembling slightly. She held it reverently in her palms, her heart pounding with excitement.

The dense pubic hair exuded a strong masculine scent; he had no body odor, but possessed
the . She opened her lips and gently took the tip of his penis into her mouth, her wet, hot lips
sucking hard on the first half of his shaft while her slender hand stroked the other half.

"Ah...oh...oh..." he cried out incoherently, shaking his head. His penis, stimulated by her sucking and
spitting, was almost beyond his control. He couldn't touch it, he couldn't touch it, he couldn't touch someone else's breasts!

The boy's moans sounded like those of a woman in the throes of passion. Yun's heart was stirred by his cries
, and she couldn't help but gently squeeze his taut scrotum with one hand, her rosy lips moving nimbly,
swallowing the boy's thick shaft like a vagina. "Mmm...oh...so hot...good..." Sun Mingzhuo cried out in pleasure

as the plump woman's warm mouth enveloped his penis, her wet, hot tongue sweeping across his sensitive glans. Hearing the boy's satisfied moans, Cong Yun sucked even harder, taking the thick glans deep into her mouth. Her mouth walls tightened, her smooth tongue licking the shaft in circles, then rubbing the tip of her tongue against the urethral opening. Her hot, wet lips sucked hard on the first half of the penis, while her hands simultaneously stroked the other half. As time went on, she got used to it, losing her earlier restraint, sucking more and more smoothly, each thrust deeper than the last , until the boy's penis was covered in her saliva. "Mmm...good...good...oh..." Sun Mingzhuo's muscles trembled with pleasure, his breathing becoming increasingly heavy, the words "good" stuck in his throat. The plump woman's lips and tongue were so nimble and delicate, licking him until his entire body trembled and his broad chest heaved violently. "Ah... plump... plump... plump... oh..." Sun Mingzhuo was so excited that he didn't even know what he was shouting anymore, only that he kept calling her name. Seeing him getting more and more excited, Cong Yun sucked on the boy's penis harder and harder, sucking and stroking it up and down, making "plop plop plop..." sounds. Her mouth was deeply engulfing the shaft, the glans reaching her throat, then her mouth would leave, and she would put the trembling penis back into her mouth, over and over again. "Oh... faster... faster... ah..." Sun Mingzhuo could no longer hold back, his large, white hands instinctively pressing down on the plump woman's violently shaking head, pressing it forcefully against his crotch. Cong Yun was forced to open her cherry lips wide, her mouth deeply engulfing the shaft, the glans completely below her throat.

(II)

"Hoo... Oh..." Sun Mingzhuo placed both hands on her head, which was moving up and down, and began to increase the
pressure on her head in accordance with her movements, making a whooshing sound.

He traced the outline of his penis with his tongue, and Cong Yun swallowed it. The boy's hot penis reached
the bottom and all the way to her throat, almost making her vomit. Her mouth was stretched full, and because of the vigorous sucking,
two cute dimples appeared on her already sweaty face.

The phone in front of the bed rang incessantly like a death knell. Sun Mingzhuo cursed a few times in irritation, "Damn it, why
did it have to call now!"

No, her mouth was too sore. This phone call was a lifesaver for her. Seeing that he
didn't even get up to answer the phone, Cong Yun quickly let go of the penis in her hand and ran to get the phone.

A sudden chill ran down his spine, and Sun Mingzhuo shuddered. He glared at Cong Yun, who was eagerly
offering , and said, "Mind your own business!" He showed no intention of taking it.

It was like being doused with a bucket of cold water, falling from heaven to hell in an instant. He wanted nothing more than
to throw the phone away from her, no matter what it was!

"Are you out of your mind? Who are you calling a busybody?"

A sharp, hoarse voice came from the fat woman's hand. Damn it, did he say he was going to take it?!

Annoyed, Sun Mingzhuo took the phone and snapped, "Zhao Ziwen, you better give
me a straight answer!"

Cong Yun didn't remember Zhao Ziwen's name, only vaguely recognizing the voice on the phone. However, she
wasn't paying attention to the call; seeing the boy's unsatisfied expression, she knew
she had acted too presumptuously.

"What the hell? Why are you so angry first thing in the morning? Where have you been these past few days?
Is this the kind of attitude you give me after not seeing me for over a week?"

Being yelled at for no reason, Zhao Ziwen felt incredibly annoyed, but dared not retaliate. After all, his family
's company still depended on Sun Mingzhuo, and besides, You Danyu and Xiao Ren, those carefree bastards, were sitting nearby waiting for his
message.

"Did I ask you to call? What's up?"

"Nothing, nothing, just asking if you're coming to school today? Let's go to a karaoke bar tonight, I'll find you
some pretty girls to have some fun, and that'll definitely calm you down, Young Master Sun. Let me tell you, I played with
a pure and cute virgin yesterday, and the feeling..."

Seeing his seemingly very displeased expression, Zhao Ziwen quickly tried to appease him, giving You Danyu, who was looking at him with raised eyebrows in confusion,
a wink, and handing him his phone, hoping he would make the call.

He couldn't handle Sun Mingzhuo's fiery temper; it was better to leave it to You Danyu, this "bisexual"
guy to deal with it quickly.

"That's it?! I want to curse your ancestors for eighteen generations!" Interrupting him, Sun Mingzhuo didn't even bother to listen this time
, prying open the phone cover with one hand, taking out the battery, and throwing it against the wall.

"You're being a bit too rude." After all, he was his friend; how could this boy not
know when to stop?

Cong Yun now had a fairly good understanding of his personality. She wouldn't criticize him like this to others;
at most would only say it in her heart.

But this boy seemed to be just a paper tiger; she wasn't worried at all that he would hit her.

She thought he would swear, or at least yell at her for meddling, just like he did when he talked into the phone.
Unexpectedly , the boy just stared at her with his bloodshot eyes wide open.

That look made Cong Yun's heart skip a beat. Her thick eyebrows arched defiantly, and beneath her long, slightly curled
eyelashes , all traces of her charming, amorous eyes were gone
. Instead, she looked like a tiger about to devour a small animal—a little terrifying. The two of them stood there, one with shifty, bewildered eyes, the other lying

stiffly with her legs and arms outstretched . Damn woman, how long did he have to hint? Didn't she see his little brother was about to burst with blood? Come here , come here! Sun Mingzhuo's biggest desire right now was to jump over and press her wet lips between his legs, thrusting . His mind was filled with obscene images; he had no mind to care about her insolence. But his pride absolutely wouldn't allow him to go over there on his own! "Hey, what did you forget!" He couldn't take it anymore! "What did I forget?" Stared at like that, Cong Yun didn't dare go over, let alone look at his bulging, veiny penis. Her completely blank mind was being led by him. "You mean, your mouth!" Touching his slightly swollen lips, Cong Yun didn't know what he wanted to say. "My mouth? What happened?" "Fuck you! Are you an idiot?!" Anger surged up, and Sun Mingzhuo roared unhappily, turning his handsome face away from the wall and saying with a wronged expression, "What did you just do to me?!" After being yelled at like that, Cong Yun's mind couldn't help but start working normally again. Her gaze shifted to his lower body, and she realized that his desire hadn't been relieved yet. She had been staring at him with those murderous eyes for a moment.

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