Beijing Women

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Five years after graduating from Capital Normal University and returning to Dalian, Fang Zhou, a woman from Beijing

, learns that fourteen of her twenty-two classmates who remained in Beijing have divorced. Driven by curiosity and a strong desire to explore social issues, he returns to Beijing. At a news organization, as a department head, he sleeps with numerous women both inside and outside the organization within just a few months. And all of them are the women who actively pursue them. He can't change these women's circumstances, nor does he have the financial resources to pay them. The only thing he can do to satisfy and fascinate them is his masculine prowess and ever-changing sexual techniques. And these women almost
never make any demands beyond sex. Therefore, he concludes that women, especially Beijing women who value their individuality, have commendable courage in pursuing their inner feelings and satisfying their sexual needs by breaking free from the constraints of marriage. From a traditional moral perspective, they cannot be said to be right; but from the perspective of respecting individuality,
they cannot be said to be wrong. The novel is written in a smooth style, with a strong storyline, vivid descriptions, and is full of wit and humor. After receiving just one phone call from my old classmate Ouyang

Qun

, I decided to return to Beijing, where I had lived for four years. Ouyang Qun told me on the phone that of the 22 male and female classmates who remained in Beijing, besides five others like me who were still single, 14 out of the 17 married were divorced. "Really? You're not kidding me, are you?" I shouted at Ouyang Qun on the other end of the phone. "Hey. What's so strange about that? Beijing's divorce rate is just high. And it's even higher among the educated and wealthy." "Even if Beijing's divorce rate is high, it can't be this high, right?" "You don't believe me? Come and see for yourself. I don't know the exact percentage, but all of our classmates are divorced, that's for sure." "What are the reasons for divorce?" "All sorts of reasons, the most common one is incompatibility." "Incompatibility? No, it's not incompatibility, it's sexual incompatibility, right?" "Oh. Yes, yes, yes. You, the love expert, hit the nail on the head. That really gets to the heart of the matter." Don't let my current status as a single person fool you; back in school, I was quite famous among my classmates as a "love expert." Although I've never been in a serious relationship myself, I've given a lot
of advice . Especially when I was mentoring female classmates who were experiencing relationship setbacks, I often took advantage of my "work" to get hugs, kisses, caresses, and even sex. Heartbroken girls are incredibly fragile, both emotionally and psychologically. In their extreme pain, they desperately need a safe haven, even just temporary respite. My patient guidance and detailed analysis promptly alleviated their suffering
. While grateful to me, they also sought emotional and psychological comfort from me. Each time I was intimate with these heartbroken girls, it wasn't me, the "mentor," taking advantage of their vulnerability; rather, the girls willingly and gently offered themselves
to . And I simply did what I wanted to do, what I could do, and what I desired. Especially those female classmates who had already slept with their ex-boyfriends—whether out of need, revenge, or gratitude—all invariably voluntarily went to bed with me, writhing and contorting
their bodies almost frantically in bed. Of course, frequent moans and unusual cries of pleasure were indispensable. My sacrifices, besides my energy and physical strength, also included the cost of a hotel room. This was all painstakingly saved from my parents' allowance. Five years ago, I graduated from Capital Normal University. At graduation, out of the forty-odd students in my class, besides five or six who were originally from Beijing, nearly thirty were trying every possible way to stay in Beijing. My home is Dalian, and everyone knows Dalian is a very beautiful city. Big cities are certainly nice, but compared to these beautiful small and medium-sized cities, they always give one a feeling of restlessness and instability. So, I gave up trying to stay in Beijing. While my
classmates were scrambling and racking their brains to stay in Beijing, I thoroughly explored every corner of the city. Beijing, I had come to know you in every way. Not only the most famous tourist spots and scenic areas in the suburbs, but even the nice hutongs and courtyards—I had them all imprinted in my heart, bringing them all back to my birthplace, the coastal city
of Dalian. I was wrong. It wasn't until I received Ouyang Qun's call that I realized my initial feeling about leaving Beijing was incorrect. What I took with me, what I knew, was only the geographical Beijing; I hadn't understood the cultural aspects of Beijing at all, let alone taken anything with me in a comprehensive way. Ouyang Qun's phone call stirred within me an impulse. I wanted to personally live in Beijing for a few years, or even longer, to observe, experience, and understand why my classmates and dear Beijing citizens were so adept at and
interested . To be honest, Beijing doesn't hold much appeal for me; I wouldn't choose it solely for survival. These past few years back in Dalian, working for the evening newspaper, I had connections everywhere, and I was treated like royalty. Everything went incredibly
smoothly. Convenient, comfortable, and with a place in society—even though I wasn't married, I hadn't missed out on anything. People are strange sometimes; when things aren't going well, they crave success, but once everything is going smoothly, they find it bland and tasteless. Just when I felt my current life lacked excitement, I received Ouyang Qun's call. Almost without thinking, I decided to come to Beijing
. My years working for the evening newspaper had developed a strong interest in social issues. Several sensational long-form reports on social problems that I wrote for the newspaper had made me quite famous in this medium-sized city. Having followed the lives of Dalian residents for several years, this time I'm going to
focus on Beijing residents. To succeed in anything, you have to put in real effort. Once an idea is formed, the difference between putting in effort and not putting in effort is vast. Of my nearly thirty classmates who wanted to stay in Beijing, after overcoming countless difficulties and obstacles, twenty
-two . The success rate is quite high. At the beginning of graduation, classmates kept in frequent contact. Who got married, what kind of man they married, what kind of woman they married—these were the main topics of our phone calls. Later, as time went by, and because everyone had their
own work and lives, the contact became less and less frequent. I had imagined they were all living their ideal lives in Beijing, but who would have thought they would all get divorced? What were the reasons? Even those couples who were famous in school went their separate ways? Does Beijing really have such a
destructive power ?! What surprised me even more was that the female classmates mostly divorced because they abandoned their husbands, while the male classmates mostly divorced because they were abandoned by their wives. Are all Beijing women, or those who stay in Beijing, this open and modern? Is it
because ? What are other women like? Is it really all due to "sexual incompatibility"? From Dalian to Beijing, the flight time is 55 minutes, but the train journey takes more than ten hours. The plane crosses the Bohai Bay, while the train goes around it. The plane is faster, and with its shortcuts, the train can never catch up. From Dalian Zhoushuizi Airport to Beijing Capital International Airport, it takes 55 minutes, but from the airport to downtown Beijing, it takes an hour and a half. If you compare the cars on the highway from the airport to Sanyuanqiao to galloping horses, then once they cross Sanyuanqiao
, the same car instantly becomes a crawling tortoise. In Beijing, almost every road has become a parking lot. The difference is that cars in parking lots are completely still, while cars on the road crawl like tortoises. South of Capital Normal University is Gongzhufen. There's a hotel called Xinxing Hotel at the northwest corner of the Gongzhufen overpass. Logically, since I'm in Beijing and paying for everything myself, I should be frugal. But these past few years working for the evening newspaper have raised my standards; I'm already uncomfortable staying
in . If it weren't for my own expenses, I wouldn't even consider a place like the Xinxing Hotel. "Let's go to the Xinxing Hotel near Gongzhufen," I said to the taxi driver. "Okay." This was a good fare; the driver's hours of waiting weren't in vain. If I had gotten out as soon as we entered Sanyuanqiao, the driver would have been furious. Waiting for so long, and the difference between twenty or thirty yuan and over a hundred yuan, wouldn't have made the driver...
"Unmoved. Everything is expensive in Beijing. Even a standard room at the Xinxing Hotel costs over two hundred yuan. It was already past six in the evening when I arrived at the Xinxing Hotel. After a quick wash, I sat down and looked through phone numbers, wondering who to call first after arriving in Beijing. Should I call Ouyang Qun? Or...?" "Yu Xin. 139****7382." Yes, I'll call Yu Xin. My gaze naturally lingered on the name and phone number. What a name that once stirred my heart! This girl from Chengdu, Sichuan, was beautiful, charming, lively, and clever. She had a tomboyish personality yet possessed a feminine allure. She had both a strong side and a captivatingly
gentle beauty Coupled with her round face typical of Sichuan girls, from the first moment I saw her on the day we entered school, I had the desire and determination to one day hold that face in my hands, slowly admire it, and gently kiss it. As the old saying goes, nothing is impossible for a willing heart. Although, on the surface, I didn't seem to have the competitiveness to win Yu Xin's heart among the boys in our class, I... My early and persistent actions meant that Yu Xin was under my control from the very beginning. Although my desire to hold Yu Xin's lovely face in my hands, slowly admiring and gently kissing it was satisfied, we ultimately didn't end up together. The reason was that when I was "comforting" a heartbroken female classmate, she showed me pornography. Otherwise
, either she would have come to Dalian with me, or I would have stayed in Beijing with her. I don't know if she still has feelings for me, but she's single now. When she broke off our relationship, she said to me, "I know you wouldn't sleep with just one woman, it's not
a matter of your personal morality. That's how society is now, almost all men are like that. But don't do it under my nose. I can't accept seeing you having affairs with other girls. If it were the other way around,
would you accept it if you saw me having sex with other men?" "I was speechless. I liked Yu Xin, not only because she was beautiful, but also because of her magnanimity. Even though we had ended our relationship, for more than a month before graduation, we were still like buddies, laughing and joking together. On the day we parted after graduation, we embraced
passionately and kissed deeply and passionately. In that kiss, there was attachment, reminiscence, regret, and blessing. Our tears flowed down our cheeks and mingled together as our faces rubbed against each other. I don't know if it's because Yu Xin and I left such a deep impression on each other, but we still haven't started our own families, and of course, we've never experienced the feeling of divorce.

Beijing Woman 02

"Hello. Is this Yu Xin?" "Who are you?" "This is Fang Zhou." "Who? Fang, Fang Zhou? Are you really Fang Zhou?" Yu Xin's voice was noticeably higher. "Yes. This is Fang Zhou." "Oh my. Zhou Zhou." Yu Xin exclaimed on the other end of the phone. "Xin Xin. Hello. Xin Xin." "Hearing Yu Xin's excitement at recognizing me, I immediately perked up too. Yu Xin and I used to address each other like that back in school, especially during our relationship. Even after our relationship ended, we stopped using those terms and stopped calling each other by our first names, always using 'Hey' instead. When Yu Xin recognized my voice, she couldn't help but call
me by my nickname again, and I sensed that she no longer held any grudges about the past. 'Hey! Zhouzhou, where are you?' Yu Xin's voice was clear and joyful. 'Xin Xin, I'm in Beijing.' 'Really? Where are you? Where are you now?' 'I'm at Gongzhufen. Do you know the Xinxing Hotel in Gongzhufen?' 'Of course I know. Isn't it north of the Urban-Rural Trade Center? Which room are you in?' '638.' 'You didn't make plans with anyone else, did you?' 'No. This is the first phone call I've made since arriving in Beijing.' 'Ah. Okay. Wait for me. I'll be there in half an hour.'" I put down the phone and looked at myself in the large mirror on my desk. My hair was a little messy, and my collar was slightly stained. How could I meet Yu Xin like this? It would take her half an hour to get here; I might as well spend twenty minutes taking a shower and changing. I took off all my clothes and went into the bathroom. In the mirror, my stomach was slightly protruding; the muscles I had built up in school had been replaced by smooth fat. Getting a few years older was one thing, but the excessive eating and drinking in Dalian was also a significant factor.
However , I had heard from several women who had slept with me that they liked men like me on top of them, saying they were both heavy and soft—powerful yet tender. I took a full twenty minutes to shower and change into dry clothes. Wearing clean clothes and standing in front of the mirror, I felt much more refreshed. This was a female classmate visiting, and also my former lover. If it were a male classmate, I wouldn't have rushed through showering and
changing . Everyone cares about their image in front of the opposite sex, and even more so in front of a former lover—I don't want her to see any aspect of myself that isn't as good as before. For ten minutes, I paced anxiously in my hotel room, imagining what Yu Xin looked like. Five minutes past the agreed time, there was a knock on my door. The knocking echoed my pounding heart. I strode to the door, unlocked it, and a modern, fashionable woman appeared before me. "You? Yu Xin?" "You? Fang Zhou?" "Oh my. You've changed. You look different." "Changed. You've changed too." "You've become even more alluring. So sexy." "Aren't you sexy too? You've gained weight. A chubby man is sexy." "And you're tight and revealing too?" "I like it, and men love to watch it." "So you're thinking about men now?" "Zhouzhou, it's been years since we last met, why didn't you say anything?" "Ah. Come here. Xinxin." I naturally and gently pulled Yu Xin into my arms. "Hmm. That's more like it." Yu Xin pulled me into her arms even tighter than I did. "How are you? Are you doing well?" I asked Yu Xin. "Not bad. Carefree, I can do whatever I want." Yu Xin answered easily. "I can tell you're living a very relaxed and carefree life." "You seem to be doing well too? You look so smug." "Do you have a partner?" "Why would I need a partner? It's so much better to be free and independent. Why look for so many burdens?" "What if you want to do 'that'?" "You? Oh my Zhouzhou, is that even a problem? You can just summon a man whenever you want." "Hehe. Xinxin. Our Xinxin." "You've become so open-minded after all these years?" "Do you still find it strange? Isn't this a very normal thing? When you're hungry, do you eat? When you're thirsty, do you drink? Isn't sex the same principle? If you have a need, you should satisfy it. If you don't, you feel uncomfortable; if you do, you feel comfortable. Isn't that a very simple
principle? Do you have a partner?" "No." "Then how do you deal with your needs?" "Me? Me, hehe." "Tell me. Look at how shy you are. Tell me the truth. People from small towns just can't do it." "Ah. Are people from big cities really that much better than people from small towns?" "Hey. Look at what you're saying. At least people from big cities dare to do and say it. Unlike people from small towns, either they don't dare to do it, or they do it but don't dare to say it." "Hey, hey. What's wrong with that?" "I made up my mind. You, Yu Xin, dare to be so frank about your needs, readily accepting men at will. What am I, a grown man, afraid of?" "Why are you so shy?" "I just need to find women too." "That's normal. You're human, not a god. Humans have to live human lives. Without a proper sex life, it's very bad for your health." "Well, you have it easier than me." "Why?" "Women can find men anytime, anywhere. Especially a beautiful and sexy woman like you, if you invite any man to bed, they'll come running. But for men, finding a woman is far more
difficult. I often suffer from this kind of abstinence." "Zhouzhou, how long has it been since you've been with a woman?" Yu Xin's question startled me. "Me? It's been more than ten days." "Have you thought about it?" "I..." As I hesitated, Yu Xin pushed me onto the bed, hugged me, and pressed herself against me. Her fragrant lips kissed me, her wet tongue wriggling into my mouth. This was something I hadn't expected. Yu Xin was indeed fierce, but when we were dating, I was always the one initiating kisses, caresses, and sex. After not seeing each other for years, she was so uninhibited, treating sex like drinking water. Despite these thoughts, the alluring Xin Xin, rubbing and writhing against me, left me no room for further thought. I rolled over and pinned her down again. If I didn't take the initiative now, wouldn't Xin Xin say I wasn't a man? I deftly stripped off Xin Xin's clothes, giving her a thorough oral massage, then lingering between her legs, gently caressing her with my tongue. (Beijing

Woman 03)

“Zhouzhou, you’re so much more skilled than you were in school. That’s great!” Xin Xin said softly. “You’re also much more carefree than you were in school. Back then, you were always half-hearted, and I was already nervous. If you didn’t let go, I would panic even more. Every time, I just rushed through it.” “Yeah. Really. After graduation, after experiencing this more often, I realized how silly I was. Such a wonderful thing, why was I so hesitant, evasive, and timid? Ah. Good. That’s great. Zhouzhou. I didn’t cooperate with you well before, but I
’ll .” Xin Xin said breathlessly. “Mmm, okay. Okay. My dear Xin Xin.” I responded to Xin Xin’s sweet murmurs while I was busy. To be honest, when Yu Xin heard how excited she was about my arrival in Beijing, and when she immediately went to the hotel to see me, I had a vague feeling that we would end up sleeping together. But I never expected her to be so eager to push me into bed. Did she really miss me? Or
had I developed a physiological dependence on sex, or perhaps a strong interest in this adult activity? "What are you thinking about? Distracted? Not sharp enough!" Xin Xin had truly become a sex expert. I didn't even feel any change myself, but she could tell I wasn't sharp enough. She was incredibly sensitive. After just over twenty minutes, I couldn't control myself anymore, and Xin Xin was also shouting, "Yes, yes, I want it!" In a dizzy state, I ended my first impulsive encounter with Xin Xin. "Go wash up. We'll talk when you're back," I said to Xin Xin. "Come on, let's go together. Look how sweaty you are." Xin Xin got out of bed naked and invited me to shower with her in the bathroom. "Shower together? Is that okay?" I hesitated. "Hey. You. You've already entered my body, we've already made love, what's wrong with showering together? You're not that old-fashioned from living in Dalian, are you?" Xin Xin said very seriously but casually. “That’s true. Why couldn’t I think of that?” I said, following Xin Xin into the bathroom. I’ve taken a bath together more than ten times. When I went to various counties and cities for interviews, they would arrange for me to go to the bathhouse and play with the prostitutes after dinner. When playing with prostitutes in the bathhouse, we would all be covered in sweat afterward, and the prostitutes would also be sweaty, plus the sweat I dripped and rubbed on them
. We would always have to wash. In the private room, we would wash together, lather each other with soap, flirt with each other, and then the prostitutes would be clean and ready to serve the next customer. If it was an overnight stay, we would fall asleep in each other’s arms after washing, and then continue our activities after waking up.
Then we would wash again. Xin Xin had already turned on the shower. A light mist enveloped her fair and delicate body. Her slender fingers were kneading her full, swollen breasts, her lower abdomen was flat and slightly protruding, and her slender waist connected to her perfectly proportioned hips. I leaned closer, my hands reaching towards Xin Xin's breasts, gently caressing and kneading them. Xin Xin giggled softly, looking up at me before lowering her head again. Her hands moved to the dark pubic hair between her legs, lightly stroking it. The affairs of men and women are truly inexplicable. With someone you don't like, you feel no desire whatsoever; with someone you like, your desire seems endless. Is sexual desire physiological or psychological? From my own experience, the physiological
component of sexual desire outweighs the physiological one. This is the main reason why many men, even all men, cannot have sex with their wives, but are passionately attracted to their lovers or prostitutes. As Xin Xin massaged and rubbed me, I couldn't help but get aroused again. "Tsk tsk tsk. Your little rascal is up to no good again," Xin Xin teased. My erection, which had been half-standing, instantly became stiff after her words. "Come on." Seeing my strong reaction, Xin Xin bent over at a ninety-degree angle, offering me her round, plump, white buttocks. I didn't hesitate either, gripping Xin Xin's slender waist with both hands, and once again thrust into her from behind. Only ten minutes had passed since the last time, but the intensity was even greater. Xin Xin cried out "Ah ah," I panted "Huff huff," and the unique sounds from below were drowned out by the "whoosh" of the showerhead. We could indulge our instincts
without any restraint. Xin Xin and I moved from the bathtub to the edge of the tub; then from the edge of the tub to the toilet; then from the toilet to the vanity of the sink; then, still dripping wet, I carried Xin Xin back to the room. Every object in the room bore witness to the ever-changing lovemaking positions Xin Xin and I had taken. The desk, bedside table, sofa, chair—this time we didn't even go to the bed. For over an hour, Xin Xin and I spent our time on these objects, changing positions and making
love passionately. "Oh, Zhouzhou, you're really...really amazing," Xin Xin said weakly. "Xin Xin, Xin Xin, you're...and...great now too," I said, almost speechless. "Back then...back then it was...it was such a pity." "No, no pity. If we hadn't been like that back then, would we be able to be so intimately connected now?" "Yes, you're right. You, you tell me, what in the world could replace something so wonderful? Why do people hide things they want to do? People...people are so...so hypocritical." "Xin Xin, you're like a completely different person now." "Zhouzhou, do you like me like this?" "Tell me the truth or a lie?" "Nonsense! Do you need to tell me a lie?" "As friends..." "I really like you, but I wouldn't like you if you were my wife." "You've been talking nonsense all along. All men in the world want other women to be as open as possible, while their own wives are as closed off as possible. If I were your wife, I wouldn't be asking this. It's precisely because I'm not your wife that I'm asking if you like me
as I am now." "That's a pointless question." "Why?" "In less than two hours, I made two top-tier attacks. Doesn't that speak volumes?" "Hmm. Yes. That's true. Hehehehe." Xin Xin's smile was truly sweet as honey. "How many days are you planning to stay this time?" "I'm obsessed with you, I'm not leaving. I'm staying long-term." "You? You'll stay in Beijing long-term for me?" "Yeah. Don't believe me?" "Of course not." "Then let me tell you the truth, I want to know the main reasons for Beijing's high divorce rate. Aren't most people who don't get divorced concentrated among our classmates?" "What's there to know? Isn't divorce commonplace in Beijing? If you're comfortable together, you stay; if you're not, you break up. Why are you making such a fuss? I have to say, you're really from a small town." "Whether it's a small town or a big town, divorce isn't something you can do casually." "Aren't you just old-fashioned?" "Precisely because divorce isn't so casual,..." Why are you making such a fuss? If divorce were anytime, would you still be so concerned about this? Divorce being so easy will become a reality sooner or later. "Xin Xin, if you hadn't seen that 3D porn, do you think we'd still be together?" "Just like history can't repeat itself, marriage can't be hypothetical. Maybe we would have divorced long ago; maybe we'd be barely hanging on; maybe we'd still be inseparable; maybe it would be either you killing me or me killing you. Who knows? It's an unsolvable
mystery. Speaking of seeing that 3D porn of you and Xiao Qiang having sex, I couldn't accept it back then. But if it happened now..." "Then I wouldn't have reacted so strongly to that. I would have made you answer me clearly: Do you still love me? When you
slept with Xiao Qiang, was it out of love or just for show? If you love her, I'll give her up; if it was just for show, consider it like you peed in someone else's toilet—I don't care at all. That's all." "Sigh! History can't be rewritten. If it were now, how much better it would be." "That's not necessarily true. If it were now, the feelings we both experienced later might never have happened to us." "You. Xin Xin. A rare, beautiful, and charming philosopher." "Zhou Zhou, once you're in Beijing, don't leave. Times have changed, and although we didn't end up getting married..." "We're more than good friends, even if we're just intimately acquainted. Besides, your skills are truly remarkable now; I'm really infatuated with you." "Then let's have a little wild time together?" "No way. This wonderful feeling, once we're together all the time and having wild time, it'll become tasteless. We'll never find this blissful feeling again." "Xin Xin, you really understand matters of the heart. Okay. I'll listen to you. I'll stay in Beijing for at least a few years, until you get tired of me, until I'm exhausted, then I'll retire and go back to Dalian." "Good Zhouzhou. Zhouzhou, you're so good." Xin Xin sat up in bed, hugged me tightly, and used her teeth to suck my tongue. Her hand then reached for my crotch… Xin Xin kissed me deeply, as if she wanted to devour me whole. Even now, I still felt incredibly unfamiliar with Xin Xin. Her initiative in matters of the heart, her tireless enjoyment of sex—I really felt like I didn't recognize her anymore. Years of separation…
"Can the environment really change a person so much?" "Xin Xin, I'm really no match for you. I've already given up." "You've done very well. I'm very satisfied with you." "Then what about now..." I meant Yu Xin's hand was still groping my crotch. "I don't need you to do anything more. I just like it this way." "Then what do you usually do? I mean, how do you deal with things like this?" "I don't treat this kind of thing like a daily routine, but I do it a few times a week." "Who do you meet?" "Many choices. Our classmates, my colleagues, online friends, even when I'm walking in the park, if there's a man I like, we glance at each other a few times, and if we both feel like we're having sex, we go to a place we both agree on and have a one-night stand. It's pretty fun." "Xin Xin. Back in school, or before coming to Beijing, I would never have imagined you would be so easygoing today." "Uh, I'm sorry, for treating matters of the heart so casually." "So, how do you feel about me now? Do you think I'm promiscuous? Or do you think I live a very self-centered life? Or rather, very carefree?" "Well, I guess so. You really live a very carefree life. Open, really open." "Do you think there's a difference between openness and promiscuity?" "Difference? There is a difference, isn't there?" "Tell me." "Promiscuity is having no choice, purely selling yourself for money. Openness, however, is never about money. It's simply about respecting one's own nature and achieving physical and mental satisfaction, choosing a partner one likes." "It's alright. Although you come from a small town, your knowledge isn't outdated, because you have several years of higher education." "Miss Xin, please stop calling it a 'small town.' Dalian is a very open city too." "Are people in open cities generally open-minded? If someone talks about being open but acts backward and feudal, then that openness isn't genuine. And the degree of freedom in sexual behavior can very realistically reflect how open-minded a place's people are
." "If you put it that way, I'll really admit I'm from a small town. Our Xin Xin is in the north..." "Beijing, such a big city, has become so open in just a few years. What must other women be like then?" "Zhouzhou, you really don't need to take this so seriously. Think about it, every single day, adults and many children are enthusiastically doing the same things. Because these things bring pleasure,
relaxation , and excitement. They bring passion, comfort, and wonder. Since they bring so many good feelings, why do people try so hard to do them while simultaneously avoiding them, even going so far as to smear them with vulgar language? Feudalism..." Many traditional,
outdated and backward ideas are self-imposed limitations. If a person doesn't even dare to face the sacred and noble act of procreation, and doesn't have the courage to admit what they love to do most, isn't that the greatest tragedy of existence? "Xinxin, I see that your openness isn't blind indulgence of your nature, but rather a rebellious purpose that directly opposes outdated and backward ideas." "Zhouzhou, don't make my actions sound so sacred. Actually, the best thing for a person is to be true to themselves, to genuinely respect themselves. Living on this earth for decades, if they can't even have their most basic sense of self..." " If you don't even have the courage to honestly admit it, what's the point of living
?" "Xin Xin, you've thought about this issue very deeply. I, and many others, haven't really considered this as deeply as you. We just follow the crowd." "Yes. We all used to really enjoy doing wonderful things, but now we all end up doing things like ghostly things. Even couples doing this try to keep their voices down, afraid someone will hear them. Actually, who doesn't know that couples
come together to do this kind of thing? Think about it, every night after ten o'clock..." "Aren't all families busy with these kinds of things? If married couples can do what they like, why can't others? They both enjoy doing these things,
and as long as one party isn't forcing the other—meaning both are acting voluntarily—why should they be subject to interference and criticism from others?" "Xin Xin, what you said makes a lot of sense." "Yes. Do you know that the great thinker and writer Lu Xun famously said, 'A wedding is an advertisement for sex?' This shows that marriage, sex, and intercourse are joyous, wonderful, and things that can be made public." .
Otherwise , why would you try to have such a grand and lively wedding? "Okay." Xinxin. You first educated me in practical terms, and then educated me in terms of knowledge. Your knowledge and experience in this area are really different from what they used to be. "Where is this?" The future is long, and I will often educate you from these two aspects in the future. Come on. Don't just talk, it's time to move. "Oops." Xinxin. I-I'm afraid it won't work. "Whether you succeed or not is not up to you, it depends on whether I want you to succeed." If I want you to succeed, you will definitely succeed. "As she spoke, Yu Xin used her hands and mouth to work on my most sensitive part. "Wow! Xinxin, I really belong to you. "When Yu Xin sat down again from above, I really admired her skills and kung fu from the bottom of my heart. I had never fought continuously like this in such a short period of time before. This time it was Yu Xin who took the initiative, and I just let her control her. She was panting, dripping with sweat, and her long flowing hair was stuck to her pink face and white chest and back. Her brilliance lay not only in the variety of her movements, but also in her incredibly
sensitive touch . She could stop and regroup just when I was about to lose control, then resume the assault. After repeating this several times, I was completely under her control. This unprecedented, intense pleasure sent my heart soaring to the heavens. "Alright. That's truly wonderful now," Yu Xin said, getting off me, her breath coming in soft gasps. "Do you always act like this with other people?" "Of course I do with people I really like. It's like eating; how can you not eat your fill of what you like? Can you put down your chopsticks if you're not full?" "Hmm. I understand. That makes sense. But I..." "You? You only ever dabble, right?" "Whether I like it or not, I rush through it all in one go. It's really like going to the toilet." "That's so unsatisfying, so boring." "Okay. I'll learn from you from now on. Go all out and have a good time." "Right. Play until you're completely exhausted. As long as you don't build your happiness on the misery and suffering of others, you should be free and natural, and live life to the fullest." "You interact with our classmates more often, tell me, why are so many of them divorced? I talked to Ouyang Qun on the phone before I came here, and when she first told me..." "I don't believe it. Are all divorces really just about 'personality clashes' but
actually 'sexual incompatibility'?" "Yes. That's right. That's how it is." "Then tell me, are there really that many cases of sexual incompatibility in marriage?" "It depends on how you look at it. From a purely physiological perspective, not that many; the focus should be on the psychological or spiritual aspects." "What do you mean?" "When men and women unite, purely animalistic impulses don't last long. And purely physiological desires are easily satisfied. The difficulty lies in satisfying psychological and spiritual desires. This is an extremely complex issue. Why do more women file for divorce now? It's not
because their animalistic sexual needs aren't being met, but because their psychological and spiritual sexual needs are often unmet. Prolonged unmet psychological and spiritual sexual needs bring enormous pressure and unhappiness to the mind and body, leading to a loss of confidence and enjoyment in life."
"Is this really that important?" "Yes, it is. You know, people at our level, especially women, have no worries about material things; our physical needs are already well met. In this situation, the emotional and psychological
needs become the biggest concern for women. Married men often treat the women lying next to them every day only when they need them, no longer appreciating them as they did when dating or pursuing them. When they're in the
mood, they'll have a quick, intense session, finishing in a few minutes or ten minutes, regardless of the woman's feelings, and then fall asleep. A day or two might be bearable, ten days or so might be manageable, but any longer, and the woman will experience unspeakable pain and awkwardness. If, at this time, a man
shows them a little attention, even the most virtuous woman will begin to stir with long-neglected feelings. And once she takes that step into bed with another man, her experience will bring her sunshine, fluttering butterflies, and birdsong."
A fragrant new world. At this point, she would loathe her husband even more, because at this moment, whether physically or psychologically, what he gave her was not as comfortable, exciting, pleasurable, or satisfying as other men. "Oh dear. Xin Xin. You know sexologists Pan Suiming and Li Yinhe, right?" "Yes, yes. They're very famous." "I think you're almost as good as them. You speak so eloquently." "They're doing academic research, I'm just talking nonsense for my own amusement. I was happy to see an old classmate, so I just talked nonsense. Actually, my practice is superior to my theory." "Yes. But your practice is ahead of its time, and your theory is also very profound." "Are you trying to fool me? I'm not energetic enough today. I'll deal with you later. Hmm. Zhouzhou. Hold me. Let's sleep like this for a while, okay?" "Ah. Okay. Come on. Baby." "Yu Xin and I were both exhausted. We were too tired to move even when we fell asleep. Three hours later, when we woke up, we were still in the same embracing position we'd been in three hours earlier. Only my right arm and Yu Xin's left arm were numb, as if they weren't even part of our bodies
. 'Ah! That was a really good sleep. See how many benefits there are to making love? The whole body gets exercise, the mind and body are satisfied, there's pleasure and joy, and no insomnia—it's truly a win-win situation.' Yu Xin, barely opening her eyes, was already
touting her theory of lovemaking. 'Yes. It feels so good. My mind and body feel so relaxed. Right now, the whole world feels incredibly beautiful. Life feels incredibly joyful and wonderful.' 'You've finally gained a completely new understanding of lovemaking, both emotionally and rationally, under the influence and inspiration of my practice and theories.'" "Yu Xin was quite smug. Her bright, round eyes glanced at me sideways. 'The first lesson you taught me in Beijing will have an immeasurable impact on my future life.' 'No. This is far from over. My influence on you, and Beijing's influence on you, is just the beginning. You will live an even more wonderful life in the future.' 'I hope so. The extent of your influence, and Beijing's influence on me, will determine how long I stay in Beijing.' 'That's right. I'm afraid you won't go back to Dalian.' 'You mean I'll settle down in Beijing?' 'That depends on how you understand the concept of 'home.' If you mean marriage and starting a family, that's your personal choice and freedom; if you mean living in Beijing, then I think there's an eight or nine out of ten chance you'll settle down here.' 'Why? Why are you so sure?' 'Because there are women here who constantly ignite your passion and bring you happiness, drawing you in tightly.' 'Just because of that?' 'Yes. That alone is enough.'" Because once you have this one thing, you'll feel that everything else is wonderful, and you'll feel that living here is pleasant, comfortable, peaceful, and suitable. You won't be interested in other places anymore. "Doesn't that feeling exist in other places?" "It exists in other places, but not necessarily in other ways." "Why doesn't that feeling exist in other places?" "Do you know that very popular saying from a few years ago? 'Men with money become bad, women who become bad get money.' The latter part means that when women sleep with men, they're always after the man's wallet. A man paying for a woman's pleasure
is completely different from a man not paying for a woman's pleasure. Paying for a woman's pleasure is straightforward; he pays, plays, and leaves without a trace. But not paying for a woman's pleasure is entirely different. It's not just physical intimacy, but also
a fusion of spirit and psychology. Women experience a dizzying sense of happiness, and men experience a strong sense of conquest. The selfless union in a completely selfless state, without any material purpose, is incomparable to any other state of union." "My Xin Xin. You've gone through all this trouble, are you trying to tell me that most women in Beijing sleep with men not for material gain, but purely for emotional and psychological fulfillment?" "Zhou Zhou, you're absolutely right. It's rare to see such a high percentage of women in other places sleeping with men for no financial reason. That's why I said you linger in Beijing. You'll see later." "Okay. I'll gradually learn more about this. But we've already invested so much, shouldn't we replenish our energy and fuel?" "Yes. Yes. We should. No gain, no gain. And without gain, there's no joy. I'll treat you. Come on, there's a Huifengtang restaurant on the fifth floor of the Cuiwei Building next door, let's go there." "Okay. Whatever you say. Let's go." " In recent years, Yu Xin,

a 'Beijing woman

,' has changed jobs three times and now works for a telecommunications company called East Longitude 50 Degrees. The company is located in a 30-story building near the West Third Ring Road. According to her, the company is very profitable, with a monthly net income of 10 million
yuan. 'Unlike government agencies, the company has a flexible system. We earn more and we get paid more, with salaries determined by monthly net income. For my job, the highest I received this year was 8,600 yuan, and the lowest was 6,300 yuan
.'" "Yu Xin spoke to me casually and easily, but to me it sounded quite unbelievable. How much could a young woman like her contribute to the company? Yet she earns so much money every month. How much do the other people who directly contribute to the company's business earn?
No wonder Beijing's housing prices have remained so high; it's all driven up by these people who make money so easily. Before I came to Beijing, I spoke with Ouyang Qun on the phone. But when I arrived in Beijing, the first person I called was Yu Xin, which of course had something to do with our past relationship. However, back in school, Ouyang Qun was also very proactive in getting close to me. It's just that I didn't
quite like her teeth, which were uneven and protruding. It was spring, two years after we enrolled. Ouyang Qun and I were taking a walk on the tree-lined path on campus, as usual. These kinds of walks are very common among classmates." Perhaps the weather was exceptionally mild that day, perhaps
the fragrance of spring flowers and grass was intoxicating, perhaps the natural scenery resonated with our budding springtime feelings, but as Ouyang Qun and I walked, it was quite natural for us to hold hands. We walked only ten steps hand in hand before we almost simultaneously turned around, embraced, and kissed. The instant my lips touched Ouyang Qun's, the electric-like tingling, the soft, moist beauty, the trembling like a sharp object
touching a sensitive spot—I truly felt the world spinning. However, as the kiss deepened, when my tongue touched Ouyang Qun's teeth, especially after my teeth had completely slid over them, I immediately lost all interest in the kiss and quickly pretended to be nervous about being seen, gently pushing her away
. But Ouyang Qun, at this moment, became aroused, holding me tightly and pulling me to a nearby chair, where she passionately and actively kissed me for over ten minutes. Her saliva filled my mouth. "From then on, no matter how hard Ouyang Qun tried to get close to me, I always refused her with various reasons or excuses, whether hard or soft. Ouyang Qun was impeccable in every way, except for her teeth. I would rather die than kiss her. Because of this relationship, I called her before coming to Beijing; because of this relationship, I had to tell her as soon as possible. Otherwise, if she knew I hadn't told her I was coming to Beijing in time, she would have a lot of thoughts. "Ouyang?" The next morning, I slept in a little late, and when I opened my eyes it was already past eight o'clock. After carefully washing and tidying myself up, I dialed Ouyang's number. "Zhouzhou has arrived by your side." "Zhouzhou? Ah? Fangzhou? You've come? You've come to Beijing?" Ouyang Qun was surprised and a little happy. "Yes. Aren't you welcome?" "Welcome, welcome. How could I not welcome you? When did you arrive?" "This morning. The first flight from Dalian to Beijing this morning." "Early morning flights have big discounts, only 50% off!" I lied to Ouyang Qun, afraid she'd be upset. Everyone wants to be the first to receive information, and everyone wants to be the first to meet someone the other wants to see
. "Is it like you said on the phone, that you want to settle down in Beijing for a while?" "Yes. Maybe for a long time." "Great. I have another place to go. Another drinking buddy, another..." Ouyang Qun stopped abruptly. "Another what?" I pressed. "More, more, one more very good friend." Ouyang Qun became nervous under my questioning, but she quickly found a way out. However, I vaguely sensed the true meaning behind her unspoken last sentence. But I couldn't tell her yet.
I pointed it out to her face. "Okay. I'm new here, I need the help of old friends like us, right?" "Old friendship, need I say more? Hey. Have you had breakfast?" "Breakfast? Ah. Yes, I have." I thought to myself, everyone's at work by now. If I say I haven't, will they come to keep me company or not? It's best not to put them in a difficult position. "Do they know you're here?" Ouyang Qun's "they" referred to my classmates. "No, they don't know." When I parted with Yu Xin yesterday, I had already told her not to reveal that I had visited her first in Beijing. The clever Yu Xin nodded understandingly. Yu Xin was supposed to stay overnight at my place last night, but just before we were having dinner,
her boss called and asked her to come over. Although Yu Xin didn't say what her boss might want to talk to her about, I could tell from her expression that her relationship with her boss was quite close. I thought to myself, maybe Yu Xin will be staying at her boss's place tonight. However,
even though I thought about it this way, and even though it might actually be true, I didn't feel a single pang of jealousy or sourness. "Ah. Okay. Don't tell them yet. I have some things to take care of quickly, I'll be there to see you before noon. Of course, the host has to treat the guests, right?" Ouyang Qun's capable and straightforward personality hadn't changed at all. "Okay. Ouyang. I'll wait for you. See you at noon." "Okay. See you at noon. Bye-bye." After ending the call with Ouyang Qun, I walked out of the Xinxing Hotel. Because it was right next to the two giant shopping malls, the Urban and Rural Trade Center and the Cuiwei Building, it was bustling with people. Opposite the Xinxing Hotel was the West Third Ring Road. The east side of the road was still that construction site. It looked like this when I entered Capital Normal University, and it looked like this when I graduated, but it still looked like this five years later.
The media back then raved about this place. What Asia's largest commercial center, what China's tallest building, etc., I've forgotten a bit, but anyway, it was very inspiring. But after the satellites were launched and the anti-aircraft guns were fired, everything vanished without a trace.
This once thriving commercial area has been left idle for over a decade. Why? "Sir, would you like a massage?" I had just come out of a telecommunications equipment store when a young woman with thick white makeup on her face and a dark, yellowish neck stopped me. "Massage? What kind of massage?" "Ah. If you don't want a massage, sir, we have other services too." "What services do you offer?" I had nothing else to do, so I just asked. "Sex? Sex is 80 yuan." The young woman answered frankly. I didn't ask any further and kept walking. "Sir, would you like to go? If you're really interested, 50 yuan is fine, I guarantee you'll be satisfied." I ignored her and continued walking. "Sir, if you don't have money for a handjob, that's fine too. 30 yuan is very cheap." I still ignored her and kept walking. "20, 20 yuan is the lowest. Sir. Hey, sir." I had already stopped paying attention to her, but she kept following me, chattering away, trying to get my business. "That man is really something, can't even afford a few dozen yuan. Wants to have fun but is so stingy," the woman complained behind me. This woman is really bold. Openly soliciting business in broad daylight on the street. If she ran into plainclothes police, wouldn't she end up in jail? The probability of these people running into plainclothes police is probably about the same as winning the lottery. So they don't care
. A tingling vibration ran through my left thigh; someone was calling my cell phone. I took my phone out of my pocket and saw it was a Beijing number. Yes, it looked like Ouyang Qun's number. "Hello!" "Zhouzhou, how about this?" Ouyang Qun said on the other end of the line. “I was really stressed this morning. By the time I finished work, it was already quite late. If there’s traffic, I don’t know when I’ll get to you. If you’re free now, take a taxi to
my place. It’ll save you from getting hungry while I’m on the road. Besides, I want to see you as soon as possible.” “Ah. Okay. Where exactly are you?” “I’m on the East Third Ring Road, you know Yansha, right? You definitely know it. Get off in front of Yansha, and call me as soon as you get off. I’ll come downstairs to meet you.” “Okay. See you in a bit.” I checked my watch; it was almost 10 o’clock. I took a taxi, and by the time I got to Ouyang’s place, it was almost lunchtime. There are a lot of taxis in Beijing now, running all over the streets. But the quality isn’t high. Those old-fashioned Xiali cars are still whizzing around the streets. In many provincial capitals, and even in most medium-sized cities, taxis are at least Santana, Jetta
, or Fukang models. But Beijing still has such low-end taxis, which is completely inconsistent with the capital’s status and image. Both being municipalities, Beijing is better than Tianjin. Tianjin is practically an enlarged county town. The streets are chaotic, the pedestrians are chaotic, the cars are chaotic. The cars are about the same class as those in a county town. Especially the taxis;
the yellow minivans that used to roam the streets of Beijing so freely many years ago still arrogantly speed through Tianjin's chaotic streets and alleys. Look at those yellow minivans—covered with tape, tied with rope, twisted with wire, without windows, with broken headlights—they come in all shapes and sizes. As long as
their four wheels can still roll, they're a sight to behold on the streets of Tianjin. Beijing is much better than Tianjin, no doubt. But comparing it to Tianjin is pointless. Beijing, after all, is the capital. Even the "modern" taxis they've replaced are, to
say the least, acceptable, but the colors are just too tacky. It's said that the car manufacturers went through a lot of trouble and overcame so-called technical difficulties to put more than two colors on one car. If that's true, it's a thankless task. A car
with multiple colors is never as elegant as one. Choosing a unique, elegant, and bright color would truly reflect Beijing's character. But look at these modern taxis—do they harmonize even slightly with the so-called
international half an hour to travel from the West Third Ring Road to the East Third Ring Road, but such a normal journey is almost impossible. Except for late at night or dawn, no one can predict when we'll reach our destination. After an hour and ten minutes, and several stops and starts, I got off in front of Yansha. I saw it wasn't even 11:30 yet; Ouyang Qun must be busy. It's best not to disturb her and let her concentrate on finishing her work. Yansha hasn't changed much since I was a student. The flow of customers is still very strong. There are more wealthy people living in eastern Beijing, so the goods in the shopping malls there are relatively expensive. In fact, many of these goods are sourced from several large wholesale markets
. The year I graduated and returned to Dalian, I wanted to buy some gifts for my family, so I first visited several famous department stores. I thought the thousand-odd yuan I had in my pocket would buy some decent things, but after browsing around, everything was shockingly expensive. Back at school, I was lamenting this when my classmates overheard me. "Are you out of your mind? Where did you go to buy things?" one of them harshly criticized me. "You can buy the same things at the wholesale market for 70% less than at the department stores." "Huh? That much difference?" "Are you stupid? Go take a look. There, you can actually buy some decent things with that little money." Following my classmates' advice, I went to the Tianyi Small Commodities Wholesale Market outside Fuchengmen. It truly was a world of all kinds of daily necessities. Everything you could need for everyday life was there. I don't usually shop in department stores; I just go straight to the counter where I want to buy something, look around, buy what I need, and leave. I planned to buy two scarves for my mother
and two outfits for my nephew. The scarves I saw in several shopping malls in Wangfujing were all over 200 yuan, and the cheapest ones I didn't like were 150 or 160 yuan. The clothes for my nephew were even more outrageous. Perhaps the merchants have figured out consumer psychology; they think
everyone is willing to spend money on a child. A single, or even a set, of wrinkled clothes for a four- or five-year-old is priced at 100 or 200 yuan, even 300 or 400 yuan. It made my scalp tingle. But at Tianyi Market, I was surprised to find that I could buy two scarves for 50 yuan after some haggling. The outfits for my nephew, even a set, cost only 48 yuan for two sets. In Wangfujing stores or large shopping malls like Yansha,
I probably would have spent almost all of my 1000 yuan. But at a wholesale market like Tianyi, I got everything for only a tenth of what I'd spend in a large shopping mall. These days, shopping really is an art. However, rich people are willing to be ripped off, and...
Clothes and other items cost money, there's nothing I can do about it. I wandered aimlessly around Yansha, receiving unusually enthusiastic responses from the saleswomen, but still came out without spending a single penny. Looking at my phone, it was almost midnight. I figured Ouyang should be almost done with her work by now. "Okay. You've come at the perfect time. Wait for me on the right side of the Yansha entrance. I'll be right down." I'd just dialed Ouyang's number when her bright voice came through the receiver. It seemed she'd finished her work and was waiting
for me. Even if it was a high floor, Ouyang should have come down in seven or eight minutes, right? But I waited and waited, and she didn't appear. Just as I was craning my neck and looking around, a slender, jade-like hand waved rapidly in front of my eyes. "Hey, hey. What are you looking at? Don't let your eyes pop out." At that moment, I was truly captivated by a stunningly beautiful woman. This woman, from her appearance to her attire, exuded a mesmerizing charm and a powerful allure. Wherever she went, almost
no man could resist her gaze. Even those men with their wives couldn't help but stare at this stunning woman. "You? Who are you?" A jade-like hand waved in front of me, and I quickly and reluctantly averted my gaze from the beautiful woman. "Your soul has been bewitched, hasn't it? Who am I that you're still hesitating about?" "Oh! Ouyang! I know you must be Ouyang. But you really look like a different person." "Really? Is it that obvious?" Ouyang was even more delighted by my words. "Really. Ouyang, you've changed so much! If I didn't know you were here to pick me up, if we were walking face to face elsewhere, I would never recognize you." "Have you become more beautiful or less beautiful?" Ouyang knew I was saying she had definitely become more beautiful, but she still asked me, wanting me to praise her current beauty more explicitly. "Beautiful. Really very beautiful." Ouyang not only had crooked teeth, but her gums were also a bit protruding. Because of the dental problem, her lower face protruded, which wouldn't be attractive for either a man or a woman. I could tell that Ouyang had undergone cosmetic dentistry, or more
professionally , orthodontic treatment. This completely changed the shape of her face, making it rounder and more delicate. Her lips, which had been parted outwards, now closed inwards due to the reduction in the size of her teeth, truly making her look as beautiful and charming as a flower bud. "Yes. Everyone says so," Ouyang nodded confidently. "If Ouyang had been this beautiful back then, wouldn't there have been some bloodshed in our class?" "Hmph! You're right. I don't know about bloodshed. If I had looked like this back then, some people wouldn't have been avoiding me. I was so proactive, but they wouldn't have paid any attention to me." "I understand, Ouyang is venting her frustration about not wanting to get close to her back then." "Hey. I was just afraid of hurting you." "Don't talk nonsense! Your ignoring me was the biggest hurt to me. I understood why you ignored me back then, but when I went to the hospital, I found out that orthodontic treatment would cost several thousand yuan. How could I afford such exorbitant medical expenses back then?
So could only wait until graduation to earn money. Only after graduation could I fulfill my wish to love or like someone as I pleased. Otherwise, if you love or like someone, and they ignore you, there's nothing you can do." "Hehe. Hehe. You, Ouyang, still hold a grudge against me?" Listening to Ouyang's complaints, I was speechless and could only laugh awkwardly at her. "Come on, let's not just stand here talking. I've made all the arrangements at home. Come on, let's go to my place." "Huh? At your place? You're married?" "What do you mean by 'married'?" "You've settled down and gotten married?" "Settling down means getting married? You can't settle down without getting married? How old-fashioned your thinking is!" "Oh. You've got your own place and are living alone?" "What's wrong? There are many women like that in Beijing. Is there anything strange about it?" "No, no. I just thought you'd gone completely 'mad' with lightning speed." "Me? Why would I be so stupid? I don't want someone to supervise or interfere with me. I want to experience life as I please. I want to experience all the flavors of life that a woman can experience. If I've gone 'mad,' all my freedom will be taken away.
Women, or even men, once they lose their freedom, nothing else matters." "So you said you've made all the arrangements at your place, is there anyone else there?" "Yes. I hired a nanny. She takes care of all my daily affairs." Ouyang said smugly.

Beijing Woman 05

Getting into Ouyang's car, we arrived at her apartment complex in less than twenty minutes. The complex was quiet, with the flowers, trees, and shrubs arranged artistically. Ouyang's apartment was on the twentieth floor, and the elevator was smooth and silent. "Auntie's back? Oh, hello! Uncle." The young nanny, who looked only eighteen or nineteen, greeted Ouyang and me timidly. "Auntie, as you instructed, I've prepared everything. I'd like to go out for a bit. If you need anything, just call my cell phone. I won't go far." The girl said, closing the door behind her as she left. "That child is very sensible," Ouyang muttered casually. I understood that Ouyang's "very sensible" had multiple meanings. "Oh? This child's skills are quite good. So exquisite. No less than a restaurant chef's." "Of course. I paid for her training, how could she be bad? Work for me for a few years, go back to your hometown and open your own small restaurant, be a small business owner, wouldn't that be a good life?" "Great. Ouyang. You're very considerate of your servants." "No. Don't call them servants. People are all equal, there's no such thing as superior or inferior. Without these so-called servants, we wouldn't be superior. Superior and inferior are interdependent. Just live your own life according to your place in society." "Ouyang, I can see you really understand life." "Of course. If you don't understand life, you'll only suffer. Look at our classmates. Married, fighting and bickering. Divorced, turning against each other. Why bother? Look at us, living freely and unrestrained. Doing whatever we want. Very satisfying." "Come on. Old classmate, old friend, cheers." Ouyang took out his "Louis XIII" and drank with me. The liquor was intoxicating, but it also had a considerable aftereffect. A little over an hour later, both Ouyang and I were intentionally a little tipsy. "Have you finished eating?" Ouyang asked me, her eyes slightly hazy. "It was delicious. I ate very well." "Have you finished drinking?" Ouyang pressed further. "It was very good, I drank very well." "So, you've eaten and drunk well, what's next?" Ouyang's eyes became even more glazed. "This…" "This, what is this? Are you pretending to be innocent?" "Actually, think about it, isn't adult life all about eating, drinking, and sex? Now, you've done two things with me, are you interested in the other one?" There was a hint of accusation in Ouyang's gaze. "We graduated so many years ago, why are you still so shy?" I was only three or four seconds late when Ouyang scolded me impatiently. "Ouyang. Your question is unnecessary. How could I not be interested?" I stated clearly. "That's right. It's much better to be straightforward. Go on. Go wash up." Ouyang raised her chin and gestured towards the bathroom. Like a docile child, I obediently walked towards the bathroom. "Hey, come back. Why are you dressed so neatly for the bathroom? Take your clothes off!" Ouyang shouted at me. "Take off my clothes outside?" "Yeah? Is that not allowed?" "I'm a little embarrassed." "You. My Zhouzhou. You're so hypocritical. What's the difference between us going to bed naked and you taking your clothes off for the bathroom? It's better to just get it over with now." "Hehehehe. It really feels a little strange." I was genuinely embarrassed. "Stop nagging, just take them off. Hurry up." Right in front of Ouyang, I began to peel off my clothes layer by layer for the first time. When I was down to just my vest and underwear, I hesitated. "Useless! In a hurry!" Ouyang, who had been watching me undress with admiration, stood up and came to my side, "whoosh," ripping off my underwear. He muttered to himself. "Heh. Pretending to be civilized, I didn't expect you to be all up." Ouyang casually flicked my erect penis with her finger. "Go on, you're more anxious than I am, it's uncomfortable to pretend." "Hehehehe." I was completely exasperated by Ouyang. "Alright, alright." I had just lathered myself with shower gel when the bathroom door was pushed open, and Ouyang walked in naked. "You're not dirty, just rinse off the dust and sweat. Why does it take so long?" I was dumbfounded! "You wash me!" Ouyang commanded me. "Me? You wash me?" "What's wrong? Don't want to?" "Yes, yes. Of course I want to. I couldn't ask for more, I couldn't ask for more, I really couldn't ask for more." "Giving you such a good job and you're still hesitating." Ouyang playfully teased me. I'd been to many entertainment venues in Dalian, so I should say I'm quite worldly. But in front of my female classmates, why did I seem like such a fool? One wall of the bathroom was lined with incredibly clear mirrors. Ouyang and I stood in front of them, our two naked, vibrant bodies tightly embracing and pressed together. "Does it look good?" Ouyang asked me. "Yes, it looks good. So beautiful." "Some people say that people rely entirely on clothes, and that without clothes, people are incredibly ugly. That's absurd! Actually, people are most beautiful without clothes. It's the most beautiful body nature has given us. A single individual has great aesthetic value, but
the intimate intertwining of bodies between two sexes has even greater aesthetic value. Why do people love watching movies about sex even if there's little plot? It's because while appreciating the union of the sexes, they can also appreciate the graceful curves and changes of two beautiful bodies, and all
the wonders ." "Ouyang, you've become so beautiful these past few years! So sexy, so sexy." I saw Ouyang's fair and delicate naked body nestled in my arms in the mirror. My erection was no longer the cannon barrel of an anti-aircraft gun, but had become a vertically erect flagpole. "Really? Want to?" Ouyang asked me casually. "Yes. I really want to." I really felt like I couldn't control myself. "Then think about it for now. You have to finish your bath first, right?" Ouyang acted nonchalantly. "Okay. Come on. I'll wash you." As soon as I finished speaking, Ouyang seemed to have no bones and lay on top of me. "Hey, baby, don't fall, don't fall." I quickly picked her up. Ouyang's full, round buttocks were supported in my hands, and her breasts, which had no sagging at all, trembled slightly less than five centimeters from my chin. I lifted my leg and stepped into the large bathtub with a massage function. I gently squatted down and then slowly sat down. Ouyang just stayed still in my arms. I leaned against the edge of the bathtub, and Ouyang half-reclined on my legs. "Ouyang, sit in and I'll wash you, okay?" I already had a strong feeling of bursting and throbbing down there, and my whole body was burning hot as if it were being roasted by fire. “No.” Ouyang shook her head vigorously. “Why? You don’t want to?” “Don’t want to? How could I not want to? Why would I bring you home if I didn’t want to?” “Then let me give you a bath, okay? We can do both at the same time.” By this time, I was already impatient. If I were holding a prostitute, I wouldn’t care and would have already taken her in without a word. But in front of Ouyang, in front of this so-called respectable woman, being too
rough would not work. So I had to try my best to control myself and negotiate with her. “I won’t. I want to finish my bath.” Ouyang pretended to be angry. “You just said why I was washing so thoroughly. We’re not dirty, just a quick rinse is enough. Why are you taking bathing so seriously?” “Are you stupid? Bathing is not important at all. What’s important is to enjoy the pleasure during sex. But…” “But what?” “I want to have sex with you.” “Why?” “Why? You’re still asking why?” Ouyang seemed to become stern. "Back in school, how much I missed you! So many times I wanted you. But you always avoided me, ignored me. It was one thing to not be with me, but how many girls did you sleep with? Did you think I didn't know?" It was only then
that 'm sorry, Ouyang. I..." "Don't be shy. You guys are all the same. You're all so picky." As Ouyang said this, I remembered that in the second semester of her final year, she got together with a boy from another class. But I didn't know how close they were. However,
judging from her tone now, it seemed she had invested a lot before being dumped. "What do you mean by 'these guys'?" "I don't want to talk about him. He's much worse than you. He didn't genuinely like me but tricked me into bed, used me, and then dumped me after graduation. But you don't like me, you don't take advantage of me, and you don't make fun of me, so you're much better than him. But that shameless
guy , after we met at a class reunion in Beijing, he saw that I was very different from before, and that night he insisted on coming to my house to relive our old flame. I couldn't shake him off. He shamelessly followed me downstairs, and seeing that I couldn't get rid of him, I decided to give
him a good thrashing. To make him give up on that idea forever." "How did you thrash him?" "I made him come upstairs, pretending to agree to have sex with him. When I came out of the bathroom and just sat on the bed, he lunged at me like a madman with his erection, and I used all my strength to kick him off the bed. Just as he was staring at me in astonishment..."
Just then, my front door slammed open. Two security guards rushed in and dragged him out, clothes and all. I made the call to the guards from the bathroom; he had no idea. From then on, he never dared to harass me again. "My God! Will I become like him today?" I asked Ouyang with genuine fear. These days, people's hearts are unpredictable and change quickly. Who knows how much Ouyang resents me for not sleeping with her back then? If she really does that to me, I'll be incredibly
unlucky. And when you're being played like this, there's no way to seek justice. "Hahahaha. You're scared? Really scared? I can clearly feel it. Your 'little brother' is all limp." Ouyang laughed and mocked me. "Of course I'm worried! If you send two more security guards to deal with me, I can only suffer in silence." My "little brother" wasn't in control, and lying was useless. I had no choice but to admit that I was genuinely frightened by her story. "Hahahahahahaha." "The anger that's been weighing on my heart for so many years has finally been released today. So satisfying, so satisfying!" Ouyang's hearty laughter made even her muscular, youthful body tremble. Her two luscious breasts heaved
. "Well, Ouyang! You're just teasing your old classmate like this. You're so mean!" I frantically sucked into Ouyang's red lips, which I had tried so hard to avoid back then but now held a powerful allure. At the same time, my hands gently grasped her breasts. "Ugh, ugh. No, not yet." Ouyang mumbled through my tightly sealed mouth, pushing me away forcefully with her hands. "What's wrong? What's wrong? You've vented your anger, you've gotten your revenge, aren't you going to do it for real?" I was getting impatient. "Don't rush. Rushing makes you uncomfortable. You still have to give me a bath." Ouyang's words left no room for argument. "Okay, okay. Then hurry up and wash, hurry up and wash." "Come on. I'll teach you." Ouyang turned around, turned on the shower, and handed me the shower gel. "Apply it slowly from neck to toe. No slacking off, no favoritism, and no unauthorized actions." After laying down these three rules, Ouyang
gently closed her eyes, spread her legs, and straddled mine, waiting for me to serve her. Sitting face-to-face with such a beautiful body was a true test of a man's endurance. If I hadn't had two intense encounters with Yu Xin yesterday, even without being as rough as I would with a prostitute
, I would never have been able to control myself until this moment, facing such a round and full body. "Ah. Ah. Oh dear." "As I lathered Ouyang's body with shower gel, she let out a series of chilling moans that sent shivers down my spine. The sound was pure, genuine, and incredibly captivating. Many women I'd seen in porn and slept with moans could moan
, but few possessed the same intensity and penetrating power as Ouyang's. My 'little brother,' which had been limp from Ouyang's earlier fright, was now fully erect again. My hands traced Ouyang's slender, fair neck, her delicate shoulders, her downy armpits, her firm breasts, her slightly pinkish-purple areolas
, her erect nipples, her smooth, flat abdomen, her mysterious triangle, and the alluring crevice between her thighs… 'Ah! Zhouzhou.'" "Come on. Come on. I want it. I want it. I want you right now!" Ouyang, who had been making "Ah. Ah. Ya ya" sounds, suddenly yelled, grabbed my "little brother," and before I could react, she abruptly lifted herself up and swallowed my "
little brother " into her body. "Ah yeah." "As Ouyang shouted, I couldn't help but let out a cry as well. Just as I was surprised by Ouyang's sudden action, I don't know which switch Ouyang turned on, but all sorts of streams of water sprayed out from the holes around the tub. For a moment, the water twisted and churned in the tub, and Ouyang's beautiful body
rolled over me. Making love in the water, this was a first for us. The resistance and buoyancy of the water made making love in the water require more physical effort than making love in the air. After getting out of Ouyang's large tub, I didn't even have the strength to lift Ouyang. Ouyang could barely stand. We could only support each other, each holding
a towel, weakly wiping the water droplets off each other's bodies. "Zhouzhou, you're still good." Ouyang's eyes showed great satisfaction. "You're also very good." I sincerely admired Ouyang's skills and passion in lovemaking. "As the ancient poem says: 'A single meeting of golden wind and jade dew surpasses countless encounters in the mortal world.'" The common people say: "Better to eat dry food once than porridge a hundred times." Zhouzhou, although I didn't get you when I was in school, this time today can completely make up for the past loss. This is just like many couples'
sex life; frequent, even daily, sex becomes mechanical and routine. This vivid and lively physical union, once mechanical and routine, becomes very boring and animalistic. Animalistic sex is purely a primal impulse. But human sex
, besides primal impulses, is more importantly about spiritual enjoyment and psychological pleasure. I, and other women like me, seem to have a reduced frequency of sex because we're not married, seemingly missing out on the pleasure and enjoyment of intimacy. In fact, every time we have sex, it's
when we have an extreme need, in a state of intense passion and desire. Sex at this time is a divine realm and a heavenly beauty. Married women, regardless of whether they want to or not, regardless of their physical comfort
or emotional state, as long as their man needs it, even if they don't want to, they have to force themselves to fulfill the most basic obligations of a wife. " Their bodies are enslaved by men, while their minds and spirits are ravaged by them. Perhaps this is why
so many of our classmates, and their wives, have proactively filed for divorce." "Are you sure their divorces are all because of sex?" I wanted to see what Ouyang thought about this issue. "Yes. Is there any other answer? In the past, most divorces were due to material problems, or tense relationships between mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law. No one
cared about the quality of the marital relationship, or whether the woman's sexual needs were effectively and genuinely met. Now it's different. Materially, there are almost no worries; and since mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law live separately, conflicts aren't as intense or irreconcilable as before. So those aren't problems. The key is that women today are
gradually learning to respect their own feelings, gradually learning to pursue the happiness that belongs to them, and gradually learning to live a more fulfilling life for their own feelings, no longer merely as appendages to men, sacrificing themselves to satisfy men's needs." "Ouyang, are you giving me a lecture on women's liberation today?" "No, you don't need me to give you that kind of lecture." You're practically an expert in this area. It's just that you don't seem to understand the psychological changes and emotional needs of Beijing women today. Well, let me just say a few words. "Which classmates do you usually associate with the most?" "Male classmates Zhu Jinping and Qi Yangang. Female classmates Dong Jiao, Liu Yanyan, and Chang Tiantian." "Oh. How are Zhu Jinping and Dong Jiao doing? They were our class's golden couple!" "The golden couple has now parted ways." "How long have they been separated?" "Less than ten months after their marriage." "What were the specific reasons for their separation?" "Ever since Zhu Jinping changed jobs, he's been incredibly arrogant. He's been traveling all over the country within his system. He's spent his days eating, drinking, gambling, and womanizing, living a life of debauchery. Even when he's back in Beijing, he's constantly having social engagements, and he rarely gets home before midnight. It's good for men to have careers,
but women, especially educated women like us, can't stand this kind of good-for-nothing who just drifts through life like this." Besides, he was already exhausted from his affairs with other women, so where would he find the energy, stamina, and inclination to be intimate with Dong Jiao? The psychological
aversion, coupled with the long-term lack of sexual satisfaction, led Dong Jiao to resolutely file for divorce from Zhu Jinping. When we received this news, we all supported Dong Jiao's choice. Why should a woman have to suffer and endure at home while her husband misbehaves outside? "Does Zhu Jinping know that you support Dong Jiao's divorce?" "Yes. We didn't hide it from him. We clearly told him that we support Dong Jiao." He smiled bitterly, feeling helpless. He didn't dare hurt everyone. Actually, he felt a sense of loss, because all men are the same; they all want to have what they have, while also eyeing what they don't.
Yes. The loss is certainly bittersweet. But the restless Zhu Jinping won't be too affected. He's happy to be living a free life again. Before the divorce, no matter how much he fooled around outside, Dong Jiao was always a psychological
obstacle , but after the divorce, that obstacle completely disappeared. In a way, Dong Jiao's proposal for divorce is a relief for Zhu Jinping, who is enjoying his current lifestyle. "Ouyang, according to your analysis, divorce is a good thing for both Zhu Jinping and Dong Jiao?" "Yes. Divorce is a good thing for couples who both want it. It's a liberation for each spouse from the other. That's why some people suggest that marriage certificates are red, but divorce certificates are green. They should be red too
. Because divorce is a happy event compared to a painful or unhappy marriage." "Hmm. New. New concept. Very reasonable." "Aren't you going to see them?" "Of course. I definitely will." "I'm going to stay in Beijing for a few years, or maybe I won't leave at all. All my classmates will definitely see this." "Of course later. Who do you want to see recently?" "I want to contact all the people you usually contact." "Is it because you saw Dong Jiao's divorce and you're trying to take advantage of the situation?" "Don't talk about being proactive or not; I need to see their attitude. If they're interested, I won't refuse; if they're not, I won't force it." "Heh heh. Quite the gentleman. What if someone is interested but wants you to make the first move?" "Then you have to judge from their eyes, expressions, and demeanor whether they really want it. Otherwise, it would be too presumptuous. You can't force these things; forcing it is pointless." "Did I force you today?" "For men, women don't force things. For women, men often force things. Of course, many women are willing in their hearts but pretend not to, that's another matter." "What kind of woman pretends not to want it but is willing in her heart? How do you tell?" "When a man takes the initiative, she's hesitant and coy. If the man is scared off by his facade, she'll secretly curse him for not being a real man; but when the man goes all in, once they reach the point of intimacy, this woman becomes passionate and unrestrained.
Their coordination is seamless, and their intercourse is exhilarating." "Looks like you haven't been idle in Dalian. You understand women very well. If you hadn't actually experienced intimate contact with many women, your conclusions wouldn't be so insightful." "This feeling didn't just come from back in Dalian; I had this feeling back in school. Women who exhibit this behavior are mostly unmarried or married. Divorced women often don't go through this process; they come quickly and act wildly, just like men. Need,
revenge, and venting are all combined." "Then what do you think of unmarried women like me?" "Unmarried women like you are more open than the average unmarried woman, more relaxed than most married women, and more peaceful than divorced women. So you are a perfect balance of strength and gentleness, speed and slowness, and you can control yourself freely." "You really understand women." "How's Dong Jiao's mood now?" "Look? She's got her hopes up, isn't she? Don't worry, it's not a big deal. These days, many people don't take marriage and divorce so seriously. When we have class reunions, Zhu Jinping and Dong Jiao are always laughing and joking, like nothing happened." "Has Dong Jiao changed a lot in the past few years?" "Quite a lot. She's much fairer and fuller-figured after marriage. A young married woman like her attracts men's attention." "Is she living alone now?" "Yes. Isn't divorce about regaining the freedom you'd lose? Why not enjoy it to the fullest?" "You guys... you really live for yourselves. I can't tell if this is progress or regression." "Progress or regression isn't important to us. What's important is that we live our lives to the fullest. If we live a short life without any flavor, then we've wasted our time on this earth. Who knows if we'll have a next time?"
Even if there is a next time, who knows how many trillions of years it will be? It's too long. Let's just enjoy this life to the fullest. "Ouyang, do you have any plans to get married in this life?" "What? You're not going to propose to me, are you?" "Hehe. How could I dare?" "Then do you have any plans to get married in this life?" "I still want to get married." "When will that be?" "Yes, when will that be?" "Okay. Let's both be when will that be?" "Okay." Ouyang cupped my face in both hands and shook it from side to side like a lump of dough. "Oh dear. You. You're so naughty." "If I don't get married, I'll be a child. What child isn't naughty?" Ouyang looked mischievous and cute. It's hard to see this kind of expression in married women. Some older women are cute because they haven't lost their childlike nature. "Hey. Zhouzhou. Are you staying here tonight?" "You still miss me?" "That depends on how I feel tonight." "Staying here? Then I'll have wasted my hotel room money." "Look at you, you have a beautiful woman to spend the night with, and you're still thinking about the room fee. You're so peasant-like. You can't even tell the difference between big and small." "Hey, Ouyang, let's talk seriously. You're so outstanding, haven't you ever met any important people during your romantic moments?" "What are you doing? You're not going to pry into my privacy, are you?" "Your privacy? I wouldn't dare to pry, and I won't pry. But I need to make a living here, right?" "Ahem. Look at me, how come I was so focused on having fun with you that I forgot about this? Tell me, what are your requirements and plans?" "Me? I'll go back to my old profession. A news and publishing unit would be the most suitable. Do you have a lover in such a unit?" "Let me think... Right. I remember now. Old Bai works for a certain newspaper, we've hooked up a few times. I'll talk to him, it seems they actually hired someone recently." "What's Old Bai's position at the newspaper?" "The editor-in-chief, of course. Can other officials decide whether or not you're wanted?" "Can I ask how you met this Editor-in-Chief Bai?" "If you dig up my background with him, it'll be very difficult for us to work together under him later." "Aren't you two done yet? Want to wage a protracted war?" "This guy is almost 20 years older than me, but his prowess in bed is no less than yours. Some details during the process are quite romantic. He's better than many of our peers in many ways." "Ouyang, you're really open-minded." "Wrong. You're wrong. It's not that I'm open-minded, it's that women in our social class are all open-minded." "Really? I'll have to verify it later." "You'll naturally verify it whether you want to or not. Life has reached this stage. We've just adapted to reality and our own feelings." "You still haven't answered how you met this Editor-in-Chief Bai." "Very simple. Chatting online." "Find him online?" "It wasn't me hooking him, nor him hooking me. We were both hooking each other. That Monday afternoon, I was free, so I chatted online for a while. In less than two minutes, the little penguin icon popped up. I clicked on it, and a pair of bright red lips appeared on the page
. The username was 'Likes voluptuous women.'" "What's your username?" "I just made one up, 'Wavy Branches Trembling.' Pretty tempting, right?" "Both of your usernames are quite provocative." "I have an instinctive aversion to men with those kinds of usernames. Usually, they start talking about sex after a couple of sentences. They're eager to ask you to sleep with them. But this 'Likes voluptuous women' was more refined. He started talking about Tang and Song dynasty poetry with me right away. And he answered every question without fail. In the end, I
even had to look up answers in books to stump him, but I still couldn't. I think this guy is really something. But when I asked him what he did for a living, he wouldn't say. I encounter this kind of situation a lot when chatting online. I didn't press him any further." "So how did it come to the point of sleeping together?" "You insist on digging deep?" "Since you didn't hide anything from me and gave away this old Bai, let's just spill the beans." "To be honest, quite a few men I've chatted with have asked me to sleep with them. I know these guys are all like that; online jokes are fine. But there are a few days every month when I really crave 'that,' and I rarely
can resist the temptation." "Which days? Which days? Tell me quickly. I need to seize the opportunity." "Get lost. You don't need to seize it. I'll call you whenever I feel like it." "I'll be ready for such a wonderful opportunity, ready to fight and win." "Isn't it beautiful? Such a pretty and alluring woman, always ready to serve you." "I'm definitely not leaving Beijing. Hehehe. Oh, that's a lot. How did Old Bai seduce you?" "He seems to have a sixth sense. That day he came up and said: 'I want you.'" I pretended to be confused and asked him, "What do you want from me?" He said, "I want your treasure." I said, "I don't have a treasure." He said, "You do." I said, "I have a treasure."
"How did you know?" he said. "You carry it around all day, who doesn't know?" I said, "Where is my treasure?" He said, "In the dark, shiny hair between your two plump thighs." "Isn't this guy sexy?" "Yeah. Pretty sexy." I said, "I can't give you this treasure." He said, "Give it to me and I promise you won't regret it." I said, "You're so confident?" He said, "I think you need me too." I said, "Why? How can you tell I definitely need you too?" “He
said, ‘If a woman isn’t interested in this kind of thing, she wouldn’t talk about it with men anymore. If a woman is interested in talking about it, it means she really needs it.’ Do you think this old slut understands women online very well?” “Yes, he does. He makes a lot of sense.” “This old guy can say things like that in chat; I think he must have a very strong desire and a lot of practical experience in this area. Since she’s so cultured and sophisticated, playing around with him might be good. So I said, ‘I’m ugly.’ He said, ‘In men’s
eyes , women aren’t ugly or beautiful. It’s all about whether they’re sexy. For men, a sexy woman is the most desirable woman.’” I said, "What if I'm not sexy?" He said, "In my heart, you're already a very sexy woman." I said, "
Why?" He said, "Because just talking to you gives me a very strong reaction. Right now, you're just a vessel for my passion. As long as you're a woman in the fullest sense, I'll achieve what I want with you.
As for your beauty, ugliness, weight, or body shape, it doesn't matter to me anymore." Hearing this, I realized this old guy was really pent up; he'd definitely enjoy it. To further fuel his passion, I wanted to tease him a little. I said, "You're much older than me; I'm afraid you won't be able to satisfy
me." He said, "This..." You're so wrong. I'm at that age where I'm like a wolf in sheep's clothing. You won't know until I let you in, and then you'll know how amazing
it is. 'Then, this guy sent me more than ten highly stimulating pictures of Chinese and foreign men and women having sex.' 'There are pictures like this on QQ?' 'Huh? You didn't know? You're really serious, you've never seen these before?' 'No.' 'I was really getting aroused with her during our chat, but when he sent me these pictures, oh my god! I really couldn't control myself anymore. This old guy knew I would have a strong reaction after seeing this, and immediately said: 'I'm coming to your place tonight. Wait for me.' I
couldn't wait until tonight, so I hurriedly...' I said, "Hurry up and be there within half an hour. Don't wait up." He said, "Oh dear. I have a short meeting in a bit." I said, "Never mind then." He hurriedly said, "No, no, no. My dear lady. I want to
be with you today. Never mind. I'll tell my secretary to cancel the meeting. We'll reschedule. Wait for me. I'll definitely be there within half an hour." I said, "Okay." This guy was really in a hurry; he arrived in his Audi in just over twenty minutes. "Isn't Beijing very congested? How did he get here so quickly?" "It wasn't rush hour yet, there was still more than an hour before the end of the workday. It was the time with the fewest cars, and he was also incredibly impatient, so he rushed over as quickly as possible." "Yes." "This old man really has interest and energy." "Don't people say 'power is the best aphrodisiac'? At his age, in his prime, with power as the aphrodisiac, sleeping with women becomes the most important thing for him besides eating, drinking, and relieving himself." "Yes. You're right." "After logging off the chat, he went into the bathroom. I came out of the bathroom, just changed into fresh underwear, and sprayed perfume, when the doorbell rang. I was worried that this old guy would be fat and bloated, or a slouchy, bookish type. But
when I looked out through the peephole of the security door, I was really shocked. What a tall and mighty man. 'Hello! I like voluptuous women.'" Woman. 'He was very polite: 'Hello! Flowers in Full Swing.' 'Hahahaha.' 'Hahahaha.' We both burst
into laughter. Like old friends meeting, there was no awkwardness or discomfort whatsoever. You can imagine what happened next, so I won't go into details.' 'What? Are you embarrassed to say it?' 'What's there to be embarrassed about? It's just unnecessary to say it. You can imagine it. If you're still not good enough, the porn you've seen should satisfy your imagination about me and Lao Bai messing around, right?' 'Ahem! I was waiting to hear the exciting details. I didn't expect the power to go out just as we got to the exciting part.' 'If it's something with other people, I can tell you about it without a problem.' "You know too much about my intimate moments with Lao Bai. You always seem to think about his actions and expressions when we're together, which affects his image as a leader in your eyes." "It seems you and Lao Bai have moved beyond pure sex to a deeper emotional connection. You're even considering his feelings now. This shows that more sex can lead to love." "You don't know, Lao Bai is really considerate. He does it very well. Being with him brings immense satisfaction—mentally, psychologically, and physically." "What do you mean by that? Are you praising Lao Bai while belittling me?" "No, no, no. I didn't mean that. You two have different styles; you can't compare them. I..." Like them all. I need them all. They cannot replace each other. "Hmm." That's pretty much it. "You are beautiful in yours, he is beautiful in his, and I am beautiful among you." We each have our own place. Let everyone be happy, this is the perfect life. "Ouyang." It's really yours. You have gone from being at ease to being at ease. It’s really fun to play and you can play with ease. "This kind of life can only be arranged by yourself." If you rely on others, you will never be able to arrange this to your satisfaction. "Enlightenment." enlightenment. This trip to Beijing was not in vain, and sleeping with Ouyang was not in vain. It looks like there will be more to come in the future. "If you have the ability, come on now." "There is really endless energy in Ouyang's body waiting to be released. Or maybe, she told me about sleeping with Lao Bai, and the scene at that time aroused desire. "Are you coming again? "What?" Isn't it empty? "How come?" No matter what, I am still in my prime. "When I think about Lao Bai being almost 20 years older than me and still making Ouyang so satisfied, there is no way I can lose to such an old man like him. I was somewhat surprised by Ouyang's insatiable sexual appetite
. For men, a woman's power in bed is immense. If a woman is not only powerful in bed but also knows how to utilize that power, she will undoubtedly be invincible in the world of men. Ouyang,

a Beijing woman from 2006

, only exchanged a greeting with Lao Bai before I was notified to start work in two days. This newspaper office was near the Temple of Heaven, within Beijing's Second Ring Road—a prime location. The office not only had a good working environment but also its own dormitories. Even so, demand still exceeded supply. Out-of-towners staying in Beijing, recent college graduates—who doesn't want a
place to settle down? But the newspaper office couldn't fully satisfy them yet. Some people had been there for over six months and were still renting apartments outside. To my surprise, when I reported to the newspaper office, I was given the keys to the department head's private office and my single dormitory room. I never imagined that a chance encounter with Ouyang online would provide me with such great convenience.
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your talentslife . I'm just worried you won't work hard enough." "Thank you, President Bai. Please rest assured, I will cherish this opportunity you've given me. I won't let you down." "That's the most basic thing. Every day, people are actually writing their own history, perfecting their own roles. On the stage of life, what role you play, what kind of actor you are, is all created and realized by yourself. I, or..."
"Those outsiders are merely providing you, or someone else, with an opportunity to step onto this stage. How you perform is up to you," President Bai earnestly advised me. "Yes. Yes." President Bai's words were concise yet weighty. "I will keep them in mind and put them into practice," I quickly replied. "You don't need to be so polite with me. We journalists don't have any hierarchical rules. There must be a certain order in our work, that can't be ambiguous, but outside of work, it's better to be more casual and less formal." "President Bai's face was full of kindness. I felt
truly warm inside. It's not surprising at all that such an old comrade is so affectionate, so interested in women. I've just arrived in Beijing, and I've already secured a department head position at this very influential media outlet. I'm so happy. But the thought that I didn't get in through my own merit, but through the connections of a female classmate, leaves me
with a bitter taste. The inherent pride of intellectuals still surfaces from time to time. But thoughts are thoughts, and reality is reality; survival is always the first priority, especially in this materialistic age. I can't remember if I wrote these words myself or saw them somewhere: 'A highly profitable and well-equipped organization will attract many beautiful women; a place with many beautiful women must be the best place for people to live and have fun.'" "If I
had said that, I would consider myself great. If I had seen it somewhere before, I would consider the first person to say it equally great. What excites and invigorates me is that there are so many beautiful women at this newspaper. At the same time, a question arises in my mind: with so many beautiful women under his command, why does President Bai still need to go out and hook up with women through chatting? It's like
the question people often have: so-and-so's wife is so beautiful, but his mistress is much less attractive than his wife, what is he after? Old Bai is truly capable and skilled. He manages such a large newspaper so well. Like a high-speed machine..." The machines rolled out newspapers that the people of Beijing loved to read. As for Lao Bai himself, I didn't notice he was particularly
busy or tired; his hair was always neatly combed, not a single strand out of place. He often chatted and laughed with the editors and reporters with a relaxed expression. Yet, his subordinates were all working for him like dogs, and I wondered what tricks this old man had up his sleeve. People in the news industry are naturally good at making friends. When I arrived at this newspaper, there was almost no process of getting acquainted or getting used to it. The work was straightforward, I knew it like the back of my hand everywhere. Between people, meeting is acquaintance, and as time goes on,
everyone naturally becomes familiar. "Hey. Fang Zhou." Unlike government offices, newspapers don't usually address each other by title. Everyone calls each other by their first names. That's how the female editor in her thirties addressed me on my first weekend at the newspaper. "Hello. Weiwei." "Weiwei's surname is Cheng. My name and surname together are two characters, so people can only call me by my full name. But if someone's name and surname are three characters, we can't call them by their full name; that would seem too formal and unfriendly." "Is there something you need?" "Are you referring to business or personal matters?" Cheng Weiwei looked at me with a hint of teasing. "I don't know if it's business or personal matters," I answered her seriously. "Are you always this serious at that newspaper in Dalian?" "Me? Serious?" "Not serious? I don't even dare to ask you anymore. Asking if you have something to do includes both business and personal matters. If you have something to do, then you have something to do; if you don't, then you don't. Just be direct. Stop beating around the bush." Cheng Weiwei's beautiful double eyelids fluttered as she gave me a sharp look. That's the advantage women have over men. When a woman gives a man that look, he actually enjoys it, and the relationship might become more subtle because of it. If a man gave another man that look, the relationship would either break up or become
more distant. "Okay. I'll try to be more friendly now." I smiled and shook hands with Cheng Weiwei. Since the lady was being so proactive, why should I act like a pushover? "That's right. Being so tense all the time is exhausting." "Hehe. I just got here." I gave a dry laugh. "To be frank, are you busy tonight? If you are, go do your business. If not, could I have the honor of treating you? Maybe I could flatter my new boss?" Seeing that I was agreeable, Cheng Weiwei took another big step forward. "When a man and a woman are together, shouldn't the man be the one to treat?" "If you're willing to spend the money, I'll treat you. You can pay the bill." Cheng Weiwei gave a mischievous smirk. "Alright then." Before I could finish, I added, "But did you ask your husband for leave?" I didn't know why I asked that. "Why are you asking?" Cheng Weiwei tilted her head. "To show concern for my subordinates. I can't afford to have family conflicts caused by them wanting to have dinner with me." I deliberately emphasized the issue of family conflicts. "Don't worry about things that aren't your concern. This isn't about concern. Since I want to invite you to dinner, I'll arrange everything. Just accept the invitation. Ladies don't like men who micromanage." "At this point
, it's really hard to tell who's the leader. I felt quite pleased to be reprimanded by my subordinates. Men are just like that. To be honest, Cheng Weiwei is definitely my type of woman. Not too tall, not too short, well-proportioned and full-figured, quick-witted, and efficient. The fact that she invited me so confidently means she must have noticed these past few days that my eyes kept
wandering , and realized she had become very attractive to me. Otherwise, she wouldn't have invited me so readily. Among women, Cheng Weiwei, married and around thirty years old..." The young women around me were the most charming and understanding of romance. But when Cheng Weiwei invited me out just
a , I didn't dare to think too much about it. It takes a lot of determination and courage for a lady to take the initiative to invite a gentleman. At this time, a man, regardless of the reason or whether he likes the woman or not, should readily accept the lady's invitation. Otherwise, he would not only greatly hurt the woman's feelings
but also lose his gentlemanly manners. Of course, I was more than happy that Cheng Weiwei invited me. It was not the same as forcing myself to be a gentleman. "Fang Zhou. What kind of food do you like?" Sitting in Cheng Weiwei's Sail, she asked for my opinion. "Whatever you want. I'm fine with anything." In fact, I'm fine with anything. Even if Cheng Weiwei took me to a restaurant that didn't suit my taste, as long as I had a charming young woman with me, was the food worth paying attention to? "Speak." Cheng Weiwei ordered me again. "Really, I enjoy everything. As long as it suits your taste, I'm fine with anything." "Okay." "No need to put in too much effort to invite a guest like this." Cheng Weiwei released the car's handbrake, shifted into second gear, and drove towards Wangfujing. This young lady drove fast and steadily, changing lanes and overtaking in one go. The taxi drivers who were on the road all day shook their heads in exasperation. "Here it is. Is that alright?" In front of the Quanjude Roast Duck Restaurant at Xuanwumen, Cheng Weiwei maneuvered the car smoothly and accurately into the parking space with just a few turns of the wheel. The young man who directed traffic in the parking lot all day was very experienced in this area and was impressed by Cheng Weiwei's skillful
movements . "Too extravagant." I said to Cheng Weiwei, who was proud of her reversing. "Eating roast duck is extravagant? You haven't seen much of the world." Getting to know a man and woman can sometimes be harder than climbing to heaven, and sometimes it's as easy as turning your hand. From the time Cheng Weiwei invited me to the time she appeared in front of Quanjude Roast Duck Restaurant, less than an hour had passed, and Cheng Weiwei and I...
Wei's relationship with me had undergone a strange and qualitative change. She spoke to me as if I were her wife or lover. And I, I didn't find anything wrong with it, even seeming quite natural. "Hehe," I grinned foolishly at Cheng Weiwei. Cheng Weiwei casually and skillfully took my left arm and led me into the most famous roast duck restaurant. "Excuse me, sir. Did you two make a reservation?" The tall, curvaceous head waitress asked me kindly. She assumed that men would lead women, not the other way around. I gestured with my chin towards Cheng Weiwei. "No reservation," Cheng Weiwei said coldly. "Ah. Then I'm sorry. There are no seats available. You'll have to wait. Would you like to take a number?" The beautiful waitress seemed naturally immune to anger. "I haven't waited," Cheng Weiwei remained expressionless. The waitress had seen all kinds of people and knew this woman was no ordinary customer, so she continued to stand aside with a smile. "Manager, it's me, Weiwei. No seats available? I've brought the guests." Cheng Weiwei made a phone call. "Ah. Okay. No problem. Thank you." Cheng Weiwei turned off her phone. "Come on, upstairs." She pulled me upstairs. "Take care." The waitress sweetly reminded us from behind. "Weiwei, you're pretty amazing." I sincerely praised her. "People from the Times, if you can't make it in this city, what's the point of living?" Cheng Weiwei had a carefree expression. Roast duck. I'd had it before, but this was my first time eating Quanjude roast duck. It's the same duck meat, but the feeling when you chew it is completely different. To use an inappropriate analogy, it's like women, but the feeling in bed is vastly different. "Here you go, old-fashioned." As soon as the roast duck arrived, Cheng Weiwei very proactively handed me the roast duck roll she had wrapped for me. "Weiwei, you come here, you come here." I naturally reached out and pushed away Cheng Weiwei's hand that was offering me the roast duck roll. "Alright, boss. I've already said, even if I'm just flattering you, is that enough?" Cheng Weiwei forcefully shoved the roast duck roll in her hand into my hand. Her tone was firm yet tender, forceful yet caring. No man could resist a woman like that. During the meal, Weiwei and I chatted about trivial matters of daily life, learning about each other's basic situations. I knew Cheng Weiwei was a true Beijinger. She had lived near Tiananmen Square, the "center of world revolution," since childhood. Back then,
the country stipulated that National Day was celebrated every five years with a smaller celebration and every ten years with a larger one. On the day of the national celebration, they would stand on their rooftops, partly to watch the military parade and performances at Tiananmen Square, and partly to prevent sparks from fireworks
from igniting . Decades ago, Tiananmen Square was surrounded by old Beijing courtyard houses. Due to their age, clumps of weeds grew between the blue tiles of the courtyard houses. By October, the weeds were withered and the weeds yellow, making it easy for sparks to ignite. Cheng Weiwei's entire family and
all their neighbors were both excited and nervous at this time, a mixture of admiration and wariness accompanying them through this extraordinary night of national celebration. Perhaps it was because I had developed a liking for Cheng Weiwei, but when I was studying in Beijing, I quite disliked the old Beijing accent. However, coming from Cheng Weiwei's mouth at this moment, I found it very pleasant to hear. During dinner, although the restaurant wasn't very warm, Cheng Weiwei still took off her outer garment. Her light green velvet bodysuit clung tightly to her round, full breasts and arms, even highlighting her nipples, which were barely visible on other women
. Half a jin of Jiugui liquor was unknowingly finished under Cheng Weiwei's attentive care. She drank about a third of it; the rest went into my stomach. "What are your plans for dinner?" Cheng Weiwei asked me. "No plans. I still have two articles to revise." "Why work so hard? You should learn from our boss. He handles things with ease, getting his work done leisurely and very well." Cheng Weiwei spoke of President Bai with admiration. "Yes. I also think our boss is amazing. He lives a carefree life, and his subordinates live happily too. He's someone who knows how to live well." "You don't yet know the full extent of his 'knowing how to live well'." Cheng Weiwei looked at me seriously as she said this. "I haven't been here long, it will take more time to understand him." "Do you want to understand our boss faster?" "If you want to help me understand our boss, of course I'm willing." "Tell me, what's the best thing to know about a person?" Cheng Weiwei countered. "That depends on what you want to know." "No. What you said is wrong. What I meant was, to fully understand a person, what aspect is the best starting point?" "I haven't researched that." "I think you should first understand their attitude towards life and the level of openness in their thinking." "How do you understand their attitude towards life and the level of openness in their thinking?" "To understand their attitude towards life and the level of openness in their thinking, you can start with their attitude towards relationships between the sexes." "So what is our boss's attitude in this regard?" I felt that Cheng Weiwei was trying to steer the conversation towards President Bai, so I just brought it up. "Don't let General Bai's age fool you; his thinking is incredibly modern and youthful." "Does General Bai have any romantic escapades?" "That's a very amateurish question." "Why?" "These days, almost everyone has romantic escapades. How could someone of General Bai's status and position not have them? That's not the question. The question is, how does he have them? Through what channels?" "How does our General Bai have them, and through what channels?" "You haven't been here long, so logically I shouldn't be talking to you about our boss's personal affairs. But for some reason, seeing you makes me feel like there's nothing I can't say, and I want to tell you everything." "Go ahead and say it. What you tell me, no matter when or where, I would never tell you, even if you killed me. It will forever remain buried inside." "Are you swearing an oath to the Party?" Cheng Weiwei smiled, pursing her lips. "You need to be firm in your oath to me." "Forget it. I won't say anymore. Don't let me betray you later when you're on good terms with the boss." "What are you doing? Playing games with me, leaving half-said?" "It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that I think you can guess most of it. It's just that our Lao Bai's methods are subtle, natural, and leave no trace." "Can you elaborate?" "Simply put, whoever he likes, he won't use his power or bribes to achieve his goal. He'll try his best to use his unique masculine charm to make the woman he likes fall into his trap. It's not wrong for a leader in a unit to like the women under his command, the key
is how he gets the woman he likes into bed. Using power and bribes to get the woman he likes into bed is despicable; but using personal charm to get the woman he likes to go to bed willingly is skill. Our Lao Bai belongs to
the latter ." "Lao Bai has slept with women from our newspaper?" I feigned surprise. "You. Are you stupid?" Cheng Weiwei rolled her eyes at me. At the same time, her face flushed slightly, almost imperceptibly. "Ah. It's not surprising for a top leader to sleep with one or two women under his command, but the way you're describing Lao Bai, I doubt he's just sleeping with a few female subordinates, right?" "You're quite clever." Cheng Weiwei rolled her eyes at me again. "You know about Lao Bai? Or rather, everyone at the newspaper knows?" "Yes, basically everyone knows." "Then aren't people bothered?" "Bothered? Why should we be bothered?" "These kinds of things have always been controversial." "There are many factors that cause controversy. None of these factors exist in our newspaper. So everyone feels harmonious and happy. The key is that everyone gets what they deserve. Nobody interferes in other people's business." "Ah. That's good. I can already feel it; the atmosphere in our newspaper is very relaxed." "You're right. If a unit is so tolerant of things that are most prone to gossip and disputes, then it basically won't be bothered with other things. This shows that the atmosphere in this unit must be the most suitable for people to live in."
"If a workplace is the most suitable place for people to live, it's only natural that it will thrive." "That makes sense. You're right." "Are you going back to revise the manuscript?" Cheng Weiwei asked me deliberately. "Do you want me to go back to revise the manuscript?" I asked her deliberately too. I knew what Cheng Weiwei was thinking, but I pretended not to know. "If I asked you to go somewhere now, would you agree?" Cheng Weiwei was testing me again. "You asked me to Quanjude, and I'm here, aren't I?" "Just answer my question now." "Of course. You've already taken the first step, why hesitate to take the second?" "How about coming to my house?" Cheng Weiwei stared straight at me. "Is your husband not home?" "Of course! You? If my husband were home, would it be your turn?" "Darling, take your time..." Before Cheng Weiwei could finish speaking, her phone rang. The ringtone played the currently popular song "Two Butterflies." "Hello. Hello. Who is this?" At first, Cheng Weiwei didn't check the caller ID. After saying "hello" a few times without an answer, she took the phone off her ear to look at the screen. "Disgusting! This guy, making such a stupid mistake again." "If I'm not mistaken, is that your husband calling?" I could see a hint of helplessness and displeasure beneath Cheng Weiwei's nonchalant expression, so I asked her that. "This guy, he's flirting with a prostitute again. He pressed the green button twice, and the call went through. But he doesn't know. I heard everything he said to the prostitute." Cheng Weiwei seemed to be talking about someone else. "You, what did you say? Your husband is being intimate with another woman?" I blurted out, then realized it was inappropriate and quickly added, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked that question." "What's wrong with that? Just ask. It's not a secret. These days, which man who's always out and about doesn't have a fling? If you don't flirt, the flowers will flirt with you; if you don't flirt with the grass, the grass will flirt with you." "Men are all like cats that love the smell of fish. They don't refuse any advances
." "You know about your husband's affairs?" "Do you think all women are fools? If any woman thinks her husband will only ever be with her, then that woman is a complete fool." "Weiwei, you understand so well." "Yes. Understanding brings detachment. Complete ignorance is also acceptable, but being half-understanding, scaring yourself while keeping an eye on your husband, ends up making everyone uncomfortable." "I'm impressed. Weiwei, you see things so clearly." "That's why. Understanding others helps you adjust yourself. Men are human; if they seek other women, aren't women human too? Women neglected by men also have the right to seek their own happiness and fulfill their own needs." Cheng Weiwei said,
looking at me. "Right. You're right." At this point, from any angle, I wholeheartedly agreed with Cheng Weiwei's point of view. "How are you going to spend tonight?" Cheng Weiwei asked me. "How else can I spend it?" "I'm still playing dumb." "Not thinking about finding a companion?" Cheng Weiwei glanced at me sideways. "Who are you going to find?" "Come on, you! What are you pretending for? You really don't understand what I mean?" Cheng Weiwei's beautiful almond-shaped eyes narrowed. "I understand. I understand. It's just that you didn't explain it clearly, and I was afraid of being presumptuous." I quickly admitted that I had already understood what she meant. I just didn't accept it because I was afraid of making a fool of myself. "How much more do you want me to express it before you completely understand?" Cheng Weiwei questioned me again. "We work in the same department, and we can't be presumptuous about this kind of thing if we don't understand it thoroughly." I explained further. "That's right. It's not wrong for you to be cautious. It's just that I'm so anxious." Cheng Weiwei smiled. Her smile was very sweet. "It's good that you're not angry." I quickly smiled ingratiatingly. "How could I be angry? You shouldn't make yourself angry when you're happy. You agree, right?" "Yes. Yes, yes." "Let's go." Cheng Weiwei stood up. "Where to? Your house?" “No. The neighbors might see us at home. Besides, my husband's presence at home will affect our mood and enjoyment.” Cheng Weiwei said casually. “Weiwei, you're so thoughtful.” I took Cheng Weiwei's arm and led her outside. “That's more like it.” Cheng Weiwei smiled charmingly at me, satisfied that I had taken her arm. “Where to?” I pressed. “Follow me. I'll lead you wherever you want. You don't need to worry about the journey; once we get there, it's up to you.” Cheng Weiwei gave me a strange look. I could clearly sense that another tough battle was about to test my physical strength, ability, endurance, and skills. Cheng Weiwei drove south from Chongwenmenwai Street, onto Tiantan East Road, turned left at Yuting Bridge, and onto Zuoanmen West Riverside Road. She then drove east along the south side of Beijing Amusement Park, making two left turns and two right turns in about six or seven minutes, before
smoothly parking the car in the courtyard of a large bathhouse. A male waiter rushed over to open the car door for us. From his eyes, it was clear he and Cheng Weiwei were quite familiar, but there was no verbal exchange between them. I understood that this was a taboo in their line of work. Because they didn't know the relationship between this customer and
the other , showing familiarity could cause embarrassment or even trouble. Therefore, waiters generally couldn't greet customers casually like acquaintances. After completing the bathing procedures at the service desk, we each received our bath supplies and clothes to wear after bathing. "Go on." "Ten minutes. That's enough. Then go up to room 518 on the fifth floor. I'll wait for you there." Cheng Weiwei instructed me frankly in front of several male and female staff members of the bathhouse. There was no hint of secrecy or timidity. I glanced at the
staff members again, and none of them seemed to pay much attention to our relationship. They must have seen too many of these people here. How many couples who come here are actually married? Married couples would never come to a place like this together.
Almost all the men and women who come here have some kind of ambiguous relationship, deep or shallow. When an abnormal relationship becomes normal here, who would react abnormally to something normal? I know that a relationship like Cheng Weiwei's... For me, taking a shower was just a formality. The so-called bath was merely a prelude or transition to sex. I couldn't go to room 518 too early; if I went too early, the door wouldn't be open, and Cheng Weiwei had the key. I also couldn't go too late; making Cheng Weiwei wait too long was absolutely unacceptable. This bathhouse had sensor-activated showerheads; as soon as you stood under one, a powerful jet of water would spray out. In less than a minute, I was soaked. Then I applied shower gel, and in less than two minutes, I rinsed off the foam, still smelling of the gel. I put on a loose, short nightgown and stood at the corner of the fifth-floor corridor, waiting for Cheng Weiwei to appear. "Wow! You're so fair-skinned!" When Cheng Weiwei appeared in my sight with her wet hair, also wearing a loose, short nightgown, I seemed momentarily stunned. "Very punctual." "Cheng Weiwei, fresh from her bath, truly deserves the word 'radiant.' My instincts immediately piqued my interest. 'Weiwei, you're so beautiful. Absolutely stunning.' At this moment, any flowery words to describe the alluring Cheng Weiwei would seem inappropriate. 'Really?' Cheng Weiwei tilted her head, looking at me with delight. 'Really.' As I spoke, I even choked on my own saliva, aroused by Cheng Weiwei's teasing. 'Seeing you looking so eager right now is so cute.' The experienced Cheng Weiwei had already clearly noticed my intense desire for her. Of course, I could see her desire for me just as clearly. 'I really want to devour you whole.' I took Cheng Weiwei's hand and pinched the tender flesh under her armpit slightly. 'Waiting for you to devour me.'" "It was clear that Cheng Weiwei was already aroused. With that, Cheng Weiwei and I entered room 518. The room was bathed in soft, orange light. In the middle of the room were two extra-wide single beds. Actually, the other of these extra-wide single beds was completely unnecessary; it was just a prop, set up to pass inspections. Men and women entering this kind of room..."
No one uses two beds at the same time; one bed is enough for all the commotion at once. Closing the door shut out the noise of the world. Cheng Weiwei had entered a state of blissful oblivion, abandoning all worldly affairs and worries. Her eyes were glazed, her body seemingly boneless, leaning against the edge of the bed. "Fang Zhou, come here," Cheng Weiwei beckoned to me with her slender fingers. I, too, was captivated by the scene. "Weiwei. You're so sexy, so sexy," I said sincerely. "Zhouzhou. Ah. Zhouzhou. You're so manly, so manly," Cheng Weiwei said, wrapping her arms around my lower back. I kissed Cheng Weiwei's face. My tongue lingered over every feature of her face. Eyes, nose, earlobes, mouth—each kiss elicited a different sound from Cheng Weiwei, a clear response to my caresses. While fully enjoying my caresses, Cheng Weiwei also gently licked and kissed my chest. Her tongue gently glided across my skin, sending shivers of pleasure through my entire body. The loose bathrobe slowly slipped down as Cheng Weiwei and I kissed and licked each other. It fell to the floor, overlapping in white, and Cheng Weiwei and I, standing on the bathrobe, truly looked like a golden couple, entwined and entwined amidst the pure white petals of a blooming lotus. "Zhouzhou, I want it," Cheng Weiwei whispered. "Weiwei, it's here. Here you go." I picked up Cheng Weiwei and gently laid her flat on the extra-wide single bed. "Oh. Oh." Cheng Weiwei felt wonderful on the bed. It seemed she didn't need my prompting or hints; she would perfectly adapt to my desired positions, expressions, and sounds. For forty minutes, Weiwei was mostly on top of me, experiencing intense pleasure while making me feel incredibly comfortable as well. "Zhouzhou, look at all that sweat," Cheng Weiwei said breathlessly. “Weiwei, you’re sweating just as much as I am,” I said, reaching out to wipe the sweat streaming down Cheng Weiwei’s cheeks and temples. “I only do this when I’m with a man I love,” Cheng Weiwei said, brushing the strands of hair clinging to her face back. “Weiwei, you’re really different from other women,” I said sincerely. “Zhouzhou, you’re also different from other men.” Even if the actions and procedures are similar, the feelings between men and women during sex are completely different due to differences in mindset and emotions. Cheng Weiwei and I were experiencing that very feeling. "Weiwei, in the past, the description of a beautiful woman's fair skin as 'smooth as cream' was something I couldn't even imagine. But seeing your body today, I finally understand what kind of woman's skin truly deserves the title 'smooth as cream.' Weiwei, you've given me an unprecedented level of
enjoyment and surprise." "Zhouzhou, you too. The moment you arrived, my eyes lit up. In that instant, I knew we'd end up like this." "You planned this all along. I've fallen into your trap." "Such a gentle and joyful trap, which man wouldn't be drawn to it?" "You really understand. For a man pursuing a woman, it's a wall; for a woman pursuing a man, it's a piece of paper." If you set your sights on a woman, it's difficult to achieve your goal without putting in a lot of effort. Even with hard work, you might not succeed. Conversely, if a woman sets her sights on a man, she can get what she wants with just a
little effort. Even a woman who isn't very attractive can pursue a handsome man with only a tenth or less of the effort a man puts into pursuing a woman. "Is this due to physiological or social reasons?" "Both." So, when women realize that men have a strong need for them, they will use this advantage of being needed to satisfy their various needs. "Zhouzhou, what do you think of what happened between us today?" Cheng Weiwei asked me seriously. "Why are you asking this question?" "Do you think I'm bad?" "Would I get close to a bad woman?" "Of course. To you, I'm not a bad woman. But from a social perspective, would you say I'm a good woman or a bad woman?" "A good woman. Of course, a good woman." "A woman who sleeps with another man behind her husband's back can be a good woman?" "But this woman's husband isn't idle either, is he?" "Right now, he's holding another woman in his arms." "Zhouzhou, your charm lies in how well you understand and act in a woman's heart." Cheng Weiwei pressed her face against my chest again, her arms tightening around my waist. "Weiwei, I'm not trying to flatter you. I'm just stating the facts." "I know. Don't explain. Explaining is pointless. Even if my husband were home, we wouldn't make love even once a week, and when we do, it's just a routine." "Weiwei, it's unfair that such an excellent woman like you is being neglected like this." "Eating dumplings all day doesn't taste good anymore. Even if I'm really as excellent as you say, in my husband's eyes, I'm just a bland, unattractive housewife." "Is this what they call 'aesthetic fatigue'? I can't imagine a woman like you causing aesthetic fatigue in a man." "Zhouzhou, are you saying you'll never get tired of me?" "I think so. I can't imagine myself, or any normal man, getting tired of a beautiful and sexy woman like you." "Perhaps you don't live with me all the time." "If you lived next to me all the time, would you get tired of me? It's hard to say. When my husband was pursuing me, he showered me with sweet words, knelt down and did everything he could. For the first year of our marriage, we were passionate. But
as time went on, the love faded, and the passion clearly diminished. Women are sensitive to all their feelings, especially in bed. Whether a man still has passion for his woman, whether he's still interested in her, a woman can
clearly sense during sex." "Do you feel your husband is neglecting you? Is it because he's lost interest in you, or is he attracted to other women?" "These are two separate issues." "I have something I don't know if I should say." "Go ahead. What can't we say between us?" "Then don't mind what I say, okay?" "You, Zhouzhou. Why are you being so indecisive? So boring." "Before me, besides your husband, you must have slept with other men, right?" "Are you narcissistic, Zhouzhou? How could you be the first man besides my husband for me?" "Don't misunderstand." "It doesn't matter which man I am to you. I mean, you're basically aware of your husband's affairs, but does he know about yours?" "No. Of course he doesn't. What would happen if he knew about my affairs? Most women can forgive their husbands for having affairs, but few men can honestly face their wives' affairs. I need to find my own feelings
under absolutely safe conditions. Close friends might know that my husband will always keep him in the dark." "So, have you found a balance in your heart?" "Balance is secondary. The main thing is that I want to retain my passion and feelings." "Have you achieved your goal of retaining passion and feelings?" "Not only have I achieved it, but I've surpassed it." Cheng Weiwei looked smug. "Is it really that saying: 'A wife is not as good as a concubine, a concubine is not as good as a stolen affair, and a stolen affair is not as good as one you can't have?'" "I agree with the first two sentences. I disagree with the last one. What feeling is there if you can't have it?" "Is the feeling of a stolen affair really more wonderful than a normal feeling?" "You still need to ask me?" "Oh, right, a bachelor who isn't tied to someone can't truly understand the feeling of cheating. No wonder you asked such a question. 'Intellectual women, having affairs and making such a fuss.' This kind of sexual pleasure experienced outside of a marital relationship is something you can never experience within one." "If your experiences and understanding get out into society, won't it be seen as encouraging women to have affairs?" "Whether a woman has an affair or not, external factors imposed by others are not important. What's important is her own situation and her mental and psychological feelings. If she feels good, she might not have an affair even if all the women in the world have affairs. If she does
n't feel good, she might as well find a way to go outside the wall and see." "Weiwei, I understand what you mean. I will love you well." "Zhouzhou, saying 'I love you' at this time doesn't seem very meaningful to me. At this time, at most, we are mutually attracted and have harmonious intercourse in bed." I don't really ask you to be completely in love with me. As long as this harmonious union of mutual affection can last a little longer,
I'll feel happy and content. Love. Perhaps it can be called the result, but in our relationship, the result isn't important. What's important is spiritual satisfaction and psychological feelings. "I understand, Weiwei." Saying this, I pulled Cheng Weiwei tightly into my arms. "Zhouzhou, let's not go back tonight, let's stay here for the night, okay?" Cheng Weiwei pleaded sweetly. "What if your husband calls home to check up on you?" "He'd be lucky if I didn't check up on him. He's already immersed in his sweet and luxurious life, why would he think of checking up on me? Besides, just in case, I've already set up call forwarding for my home phone. If the home phone rings three times and no one answers, my cell phone will ring. He can't check up on me then."
"Come to me." "Weiwei, a smart woman's intelligence is evident in everything she does." "A woman's intelligence and beauty need a man's appreciation. Intelligence and beauty without a man's appreciation are like wildflowers blooming in the wilderness, ignored and left to wither away—meaningless. Zhouzhou, only when you appreciate me does everything I have meaning.
" "Weiwei, I will always appreciate you." I kissed Cheng Weiwei's fragrant lips again. "Forever is too far away. I only want now." Cheng Weiwei put her hand between my legs. "Want it again? Want more?" "You don't want it? Don't want it?" "Yes. I want it. I want it, I want it." "After our first time making love, neither Weiwei nor I wore bathrobes. This saved us a step. I lifted Weiwei onto the bedside stool, and as soon as she lifted her legs, I finished her in one go. The
sturdy bedside stool swayed and groaned violently beneath us. A celebrity, after a night of revelry in a bar, was taken hostage by several armed thugs. 'Fang Zhou, this is big news.' The next day, as soon as I got to work, President Bai called me to his office. 'Our urban newspapers must seize on these kinds of social news that concern the public. We must report them promptly, comprehensively, and
vividly. If we report a few of these kinds of things a year, our newspaper's social influence will grow. With social influence, we won't have to worry about readers. With more readers, we won't have to worry about economic benefits. With good economic benefits, we won't have to worry about our brothers and sisters not making a living.'" "
Old Bai excitedly shared so many principles with me. They're all so true. He's telling the truth. Especially the last few sentences, they really warmed my heart. 'Fang Zhou, choose another person, and I'll put in a word with the relevant authorities. Then you can focus all your efforts on investigating and following this case. Then write one or more reports to satisfy readers' desire to know more about this matter. As long as we do a more detailed, comprehensive, in-
depth, and uniquely angled approach than other newspapers, we'll capture more readers' attention.' 'Who do you think I should choose?' I asked President Bai. 'Choosing a partner depends on your preferences. Working with people you like or get along with is more meaningful and productive. It's up to you; I'll support whoever you choose.'" "Old Bai really knows how to motivate his staff. My first thought was Cheng Weiwei. Last night's intimate encounter, the unbridled joy, made me truly reluctant to part with her. She really knows how to make the man she's with comfortable and happy. Every expression, sound, and movement of hers is
done at the most appropriate time and in the most appropriate way. Although I know there's unlikely to be any intimate opportunities during this interview assignment, working with Weiwei still makes me incredibly energetic and happy." "How about Cheng Weiwei?" I asked, looking at Old Bai. "Hmm? Why Weiwei?" I clearly noticed Old Bai pause slightly when I mentioned Cheng Weiwei. "Cheng Weiwei is young and energetic, experienced, and married, which will be very convenient for the job." I tried to find a plausible reason to convince Old Bai. "Hey. Fang Zhou, other men prefer to go out with young girls, why do you prefer to go out with married women?" Old Bai grinned at me. "Married women are convenient, aren't they?" "I answered a little embarrassedly. "What do you mean by 'convenient'?" Old Bai's laughter made me even more uneasy. "Alright, alright, I won't make things difficult for you. I was just joking. Weiwei has a task for her these next few days. You can choose anyone else besides Weiwei. Once you've chosen
, just tell her I'm sending her to accompany you on this interview assignment. She'll follow your instructions." Old Bai's seemingly casual assignment made me feel immense trust and an invisible pressure. "Okay. Don't worry, Boss, we guarantee we'll complete this interview assignment well." "I understand in my heart that this report is important to the newspaper, and it's equally important to me personally. I've only been with this newspaper for a short time, isn't this the perfect opportunity to showcase my talent and abilities? I mentally ranked everyone in the department. Cheng Weiwei can't go, so I can completely disregard personal feelings and only focus on work. Yang Hongyang, yes. This Yang Hongyang is suitable. She might be two years older than Cheng Weiwei, less feminine, but assertive
and capable. Going out for an interview with someone of the opposite sex is no different from going out for an interview with someone of the same sex. There's no need for any reservations, and no romantic entanglements will occur. Following Lao Bai's advice, I explained the situation of this assignment to Yang Hongyang. 'Okay. That's great. Thank you both for giving me this opportunity.' Anyone who enjoys journalism will be highly excited and eager to try as soon as they hear about a good lead or receive a good interview assignment. 'No need to thank me. As long as you are interested in this person, we will cooperate well. Let's try our best to do a good job.' 'Don't worry, Director. I will definitely cooperate with you.'" "Yang Hongyang's eyes lit up with excitement. 'No, no. It's not that you're cooperating with me, it's that we're cooperating with each other,' I said seriously. 'Wow. Everyone at our newspaper, from the editorial staff to the department heads, is so easygoing. It's so comfortable working here.' I could tell Yang Hongyang was speaking from the heart. 'It's good that you feel that way. That's how a workplace should be. Only when everyone is in a good mood will they have the interest and motivation to work. Since the editorial staff can set such a good example, we should certainly try our best to follow suit.' 'If the leaders are like this, we could work ourselves to death without even knowing how we died,' I could tell Yang Hongyang was very sincere."

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