[Sister? Aunt? Green vines and peach blossoms bathed in fragrant rain][The End]

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(I) The Mature Woman on the Train

On the train back to school, because the journey was long, I fell asleep by the window after boarding. I don't know which station we reached, but a very elegant mature woman, about 40 years old, sat next to me. At first, I didn't think much of it, just talking on the phone or sleeping as usual. After a while, I noticed she was subtly flirting with me, often touching my arm and eventually pressing it against mine… Because the air conditioning was strong, we were both wearing coats, so no one saw our physical contact. Of course, her initiative excited me, and I began to scrutinize her closely. Because she always pretended to be asleep with her eyes closed, I could observe her without restraint.

She was a mature woman with very fair skin and a full figure, wearing delicate glasses and a semi-transparent strapless bra, revealing two large, prominent breasts. She wore off-white gauze trousers, called swaying trousers because they rippled when she walked, creating a graceful, swaying effect. The shiny black leather high heels exuded endless elegance.

Seeing this, I was wide awake and furtively glanced at the woman. She would occasionally open her eyes seemingly casually, but when she noticed me looking at her, she would close them again. So I decided to be bold and seduce her. I pretended to take my phone out of my pocket and touched her waist; it was soft and yielding, and she didn't react. I sent a message, put my phone back in, and touched her again. She pretended to open her sleepy eyes briefly, glanced at the sleeping girl sitting opposite us, and then closed them again.

At another stop, a lot of people crowded on. Two migrant workers sat in front of us, squeezing the girl into a corner. They talked incessantly, smoked, and then laughed loudly, causing the woman to repeatedly turn her head towards me, looking impatient. The train started moving, and the migrant workers called out to another companion without a seat, then comically and politely asked the woman if she could squeeze in. The woman didn't say anything, only tacitly agreeing with disgust. The migrant worker sat right next to her, and the woman repeatedly moved her plump buttocks towards me, squeezing me so much I could barely breathe. Seeing her helpless expression, I boldly patted her full thighs a few times: "Auntie, why don't you sit inside? It'll be more comfortable against the table." The woman didn't stand on ceremony, standing up and pushing her large, plump buttocks in. I had no choice but to sit on the stool and scoot outwards. Watching her trembling buttocks pressed against my chest, I couldn't resist and placed my hands on them.

God, that feeling is absolutely unforgettable, soft and heavy. As I pushed against her buttocks, my right hand casually stroked them for a long time. I clearly felt the woman tremble, let out an "Ah," and then slumped down. I deliberately made room for her, so she could barely sit down, mostly sitting on my lap. She kept thanking me. Later, while I was constantly texting and putting my phone away, I accidentally touched her plump thighs again. At first, the woman shifted slightly to make room, but later she simply stopped moving, letting my arm touch her fleshy waist as she looked around with her watery eyes. I said, "Auntie, weren't you sleepy just now? Why aren't you sleeping now?" The woman smiled at me, "I was very sleepy just now, but this bump made my sleepiness disappear." As she spoke, she took out a sleek mobile phone and started playing with it. I leaned over, "Hey, Auntie, is this a Nokia N73? It's so pretty!" She smiled and nodded. I took out my N70, and she smiled and said, "Yours is nice too." We chatted about mobile phone brands for a while, and then I said, "Do you have any fun text messages on your phone that I can see? Let's exchange them and play around with them?" She smiled and agreed.

So I pretended to select a few jokes and send them to my own phone. I also urged her to select a few funny messages on my phone. She laughed and said okay, but then, I guess she saw that most of them were risqué, she stuck out her tongue and chuckled, didn't send them, and handed the phone back to me. I had no choice but to give the phone back to her. So I said, "Auntie, let me send you a few." She said okay, so I sent a joke, and she laughed out loud. Then I sent her an ambiguous message, and she giggled and sent one back. I sent her a very risqué animated emoticon, and she giggled as she looked at it, her face turning a little red. She glared at me, shifted her position as if she was uncomfortable, turned her head to look out the window, and didn't respond to me.

A few migrant workers, not wanting to be left out, started talking even louder, accompanied by coughing and spitting. I felt like I was about to faint, so I texted, "Auntie, their voices are really loud!" "Yeah, it's annoying!" She made an annoying emoticon. Then she secretly laughed, and we chatted like that in the text messages. I said, "It's so uncomfortable sitting like this. Where are you going?" I replied, "I'm going to study in Lanzhou." She said she was also going back to Lanzhou; she had just sent her daughter to university in Sichuan a few days ago. I said, "That's strange. We Sichuan people come to Lanzhou to study, but you Lanzhou people go to Sichuan." It turned out her daughter was a freshman, not much younger than me; I was a senior. "No wonder, you look so refined," she said, turning her head to look at me carefully for a while. I didn't avoid her gaze, boldly and defiantly meeting hers. She blushed, embarrassed, and turned away to sleep on the small table. I sent her another message: "Auntie, do you want to sleep?" She didn't move at all, and I stood there for a long time.

After 10 p.m., the train lights were turned off. Everyone knew they weren't completely off, but the light was very dim. The carriage became quiet again. Several migrant workers were also sleepy, sprawled out on the sofas, mouths open, fast asleep. The young girl was also fast asleep. I gazed at the woman's still-white neck beneath her thick hair, unable to calm down, but sleepiness gradually crept in. So I put my left hand under my pillow, leaned over the small table, and buried my head in the woman's thighs, my right hand in the pocket next to hers, pressed against her warm thigh. Whether she was fast asleep or not, the woman unconsciously and slowly parted her legs, her left foot stretching out in front of me. A surge of heat rose within me, and I furtively slipped my right foot under her legs, occasionally rubbing it against hers. She would immediately shift slightly, but wouldn't move her foot away, so I would immediately press it back against hers. After several rounds, the woman stopped moving. I thought someone fast asleep wouldn't be so sensitive; my intuition told me she wasn't actually asleep.

About ten minutes later, I pretended to turn over, my right hand inadvertently resting on the woman's thigh. I clearly felt her body tremble slightly, and a subtle shiver emanated from her thigh. But there was no resistance. Taking advantage of the clothing covering me, I steeled myself, numb my fear, and slowly slid my hand down, towards the woman's inner side, towards that deep place. Just as I was about to touch that area that intoxicated me, the woman suddenly stood up, startling me so much I almost jumped out of my skin. Before I could pull my hand back, she pushed me away. In the dim light, I saw her face was flushed, and she hurriedly said, "Excuse me, little brother, I need to go to the bathroom." So, head down, I quickly squeezed out and went to the bathroom.

Afraid of being scolded, I quickly sent her a message: "Auntie, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" A while later, I received her message: "Nothing, you can go back to sleep." What did that mean? Go back to sleep? Probably not, but rather, she wanted me to continue harassing her? Seeing that the woman didn't... class=infotextkey>性鸸值囊馑迹闹星韵病o肫鹉切┫附冢米约貉雠蛘停旅比痰睦细摺5攘税胩欤?救酥沼诿婺砍焙斓鼗乩戳恕n页萌盟乩粗实偷偷厮担喊⒁棠慊褂忻挥形郎轿乙蚕肷喜匏8救舜永ぐ夷贸黾刚胖浇恚用恋乹戳宋乙谎郏? As I was wiping, I noticed several tissues in the wastebasket that looked just like the ones in my hand. I couldn't resist picking them up to examine them.

There was nothing dirty on them, except for two that were only slightly damp, but not like urine stains. Could this woman…? I thought to myself, it must be. My heart pounded as I returned to find the woman with her head turned towards me, her eyes wide open, not asleep. I sat down close to her, and seeing that everything around us was silent, I boldly looked at the woman. She slowly lowered her eyes, but did not turn away. My desire was rekindled. I draped my clothes between us, and then lay face to face with the woman, quietly watching her. She remained silent and indifferent, so I made my move.

I reached my hand under her clothes and firmly and directly took the woman's hand. She was caught off guard and tried to pull her hand away, but I held on tightly, preventing her from pulling away. She blushed and tried several times to pull back, but failed. As I held her hand, I gently stroked it with my fingers. Gradually, she calmed down and let me hold it. With my tender caresses, she occasionally squeezed my hand tightly. I knew I had succeeded!

I looked gratefully into her eyes, and she looked back at me quietly. I felt that words were utterly inadequate at that moment. After a long while, she smiled gently and said tenderly, "Silly boy, go to sleep. There are still many things to do tomorrow!" I obediently nodded. We lay face to face like that, intoxicated by her rich fragrance and the scent of her breath. I believed that we would have many things to do tomorrow.

(II) The Crazy Virgin

That's how I met Wang Meiwen, a woman in her forties. We texted each other on the train, and I finally learned she was an accountant at a company; her husband was abroad, so she was practically single. I figured she must be a resentful woman. One glance at her unusually high breasts made my blood boil; I felt something was about to burst out. The thin fabric was stretched so tightly I was worried for her. The woman noticed my gaze constantly scanning those two points and would glare at me angrily. In broad daylight, I didn't have the courage I'd had the night before. Besides, there was a girl and a few migrant workers across from me who were already awake; they weren't pushovers either. The eyes of the masses are discerning, and besides, we were supposed to be privileged; getting caught and beaten up wouldn't be honorable. As the saying goes, "Haste makes waste." So I just kept texting the woman on my phone.

Around noon, the train was almost at its destination, so I asked the woman, "Do you go online at home?" She said yes, and I said, "How about I add you on QQ?" She smiled and texted me, "Why do you want to add me?" I kept her in suspense, saying, "Tell me when I'm online; I can't explain it clearly on this phone." She said, "Tell me yours, and I'll add you." So I gave her my number.

Later, as we were almost at our destination, I said, "Auntie, how about we get off the train and go eat? I'm hungry." She said she was tired and wanted to go home to rest, and that I would treat her to a meal another time. I sent her a crying picture as a protest, and she laughed and said, "The train has stopped; let's get off."

So I reluctantly got off with her. In the crowd, I was carrying a backpack, so I let her walk in front of me, occasionally putting my hand on her shoulder and pretending to be kind, saying, "Auntie, be careful. " The woman smiled without saying a word. I turned around and saw the girl opposite me squeezed behind me, looking at me with a surprised expression. I grinned mischievously at her…

After getting off the train, the woman and I walked out of the emergency exit. I smiled at her, and she became embarrassed, saying, “Silly, what are you laughing at?” I said, “I was thinking about that meal you had.” She laughed and said, “Go back to school quickly, get some rest, and treat me to a meal when you have time in a few days.” I reluctantly agreed, and we parted ways. After walking a dozen steps, she caught up with me and said, “There’s a place over there selling grilled chicken wings, do you want some?” I said yes. So she grilled four chicken wings for me. She paid, and I said, “This won’t do, this meal doesn’t count.” She glared at me: “Greedy.” I chuckled at her, and her face turned red again. She scolded me, “Silly.”

I don't know why this woman likes to call me a fool, but I like it when she does. Fools are lucky, right? "Hehe," I laughed again, turned around, took bus number one to Xiguan Shizi, bought a navy blue crew neck shirt, and then took bus number 103 to school.

I arrived at school ten days early. None of the other people in the dormitory had come yet. Only Zhou Kai from 601 and I from my class came. I was in 615, so naturally, I chatted with this guy for a long time. The guy said, "Li Lin, what local specialties did you bring from home to treat your brother?" I then realized that while he was talking to me, his eyes were fixed on the plastic bag in my hand. So I said I didn't bring much, just some roasted chicken wings I bought at the train station. How about I treat myself? The kid chuckled and grabbed a chicken wing, tearing into it. Before we'd even exchanged a few words, he'd already devoured it, looking like he wasn't quite done. I told him not to be shy, there were more, and he actually said he wouldn't hold back and grabbed another one. I lay down on the bed and said, "Brother, you can eat slowly, I'm going to meet the Duke of Zhou (a figure in Chinese mythology associated with dreams)." The kid said, "Go ahead, hey boss, this chicken wing is really good. Hmm, how come there's still one left? I'm telling you, this chicken wing is truly a delicacy, but it won't taste good cold. How about I finish this half for you?" His lecherous hand was already reaching out. "Damn it, I'm going to kick you, you idiot who'd rather eat than not eat, to that spot!" I tried to hit him with a pillow, mimicking his broken Lanzhou accent, but the guy grinned slyly, grabbed a chicken wing, and slammed the door shut behind him. Then came a terrifying burst of laughter… “Chicken wings, they’re really delicious…”

Silence fell again. Suddenly, I thought of the woman. Thinking of her brought to mind her unusually high breasts, and a surge of excitement welled up inside me. I jumped up and called her, but her phone was off. A wave of disappointment washed over me. Lying in bed, I couldn't fall asleep.

I couldn't resist thinking about her again, and that blurry image of her breasts reappeared before my eyes. A surge of excitement washed over me, and my hands began to move rapidly. Only after that sudden burst of excitement did the blissful exhaustion make me truly realize how tired I was. So I drifted off to sleep again.

In a dream where I didn't know where I was, I heard a knock at the door. It was Zhou Kai calling me. I got up and saw it was already 7:30. The guy said, “Get up, get up!” I asked, "What's going on?" He said, "There's a show." I asked, "What show?" The guy mysteriously said that there was a promotion going on at the Hualian Supermarket these past few days, and every night there were beautiful women half-naked in the open air. I jumped out of bed and said, "Why didn't you say so earlier?" The two of us rushed out...

Turns out it was a shampoo promotion. Five or six young girls, dressed in brightly colored clothes—just a small piece of cloth on top and a small piece of cloth on the bottom, their breasts bare—were swaying their slender bodies as they walked back and forth on the stage. A heavily made-up girl spoke into the microphone, "Come on, come on, don't miss out! The best shampoo, you won't know until you try it!" "It works immediately," I chuckled to myself. "Why is it called 'Ace Shampoo'? 'Ace Shampoo' is short for 'Wang Shui' (a type of aqua regia). What a name! Haha, of course it works immediately, haha..."

But Zhou Kai had no idea what I was thinking. He was staring at the woman with long, slender legs, speechless. I slapped him, and he swallowed hard, saying, "She's fucking sexy." "Damn. Sexy? I think they're either underdeveloped or malnourished. Look at her skinny legs and flat chest, she has no womanly charm at all," I said, disgusted. "You don't know anything. These days, thinness is everything. Being thin covers a hundred flaws. Otherwise, why would those ugly women keep talking about losing weight?" I said, "I fucking hate it when women lose weight. Being a little chubby is great. It feels good to touch, and you have curves in all the right places. What's wrong with that?" Zhou Kai shook his head and sighed, "You're hopeless. Look at that woman in her forties, how voluptuous she is. Look, she's smiling at you."

Sure enough, I saw a middle-aged woman in a jeweled cheongsam looking in our direction, a seductive and unrestrained smile on her face. Damn, I swallowed hard and couldn't help but glance at her again. This woman was indeed voluptuous and sexy, at least to my standards of beauty. However, I really disliked her unrestrained gaze; it's best to avoid women like that. The woman gave me a wink. Heh, so I said, "Zhou Kai, let's go!" "What?" the guy asked, still wanting more. I said, "Are you planning to become a gigolo or something? That old lady has her eye on you." "Which one?" Zhou Kai looked at me. I gestured with my chin, and he happened to see the woman smiling in our direction. "Pah!" the guy spat. "Let's go, let's go for a drink."

So we went to a lamb roasting restaurant, laughing and joking. We each ordered half a handful of roasted lamb tendons, half a handful of roasted lamb tripe, half a handful of lamb kidneys, and four bottles of liquor. After eating for a while, Zhou Kai ordered a large bowl of lamb noodles. To be honest, those three and a half handfuls of roasted meat would have been enough for an average person. Zhou Kai has a big appetite, and when he ordered the noodles, it made a couple behind me chuckle. They were probably from our school too. I vaguely heard the girl say "glutton..." and then they started laughing again. Zhou Kai probably noticed too. I saw him glaring fiercely behind me. Afraid he would cause trouble, I grabbed my glass and said, "Clink glasses!" The guy said, "Wait a minute, let's try a different way of drinking. I'll count to three, and we'll see who finishes first, one, two, three..." We grabbed our glasses and started pouring. Zhou Kai drank quickly, downing his entire glass in one gulp. He then slammed the empty glass on the table, his eyes blazing with fury. I glanced at the girl, who was now deathly pale and just focused on eating. I chuckled inwardly. Zhou Kai whispered, "That girl is fucking ugly." He spoke so softly that the girl could hear him. I turned again, and the girl had miraculously come back to life, her face flushed red.

Zhou Kai continued, "Even if you gave her to me, I wouldn't fucking want her. I'm telling you, these days, even the best cabbages are wasted by pigs." "What good stuff is left for you? Only the cabbage that the pig has already gnawed on. Good pigs don't eat leftovers!" Zhou Kai blushed and chuckled. "You're right this time. Don't be fooled by those young, pretty girls who seem so pure and otherworldly. They're all fucking despicable, pretending to be innocent, acting all high and mighty. Deep down, they're all materialistic, snobbish, superficial, selfish, blind... Damn it, God doesn't give us good women, and I don't want trashy women either, you know?" Zhou Kai said in a low voice, "I'm still a virgin, hahaha..." We both burst into laughter. The other customers in the shop glared at us in annoyance, but we didn't care. Virgin, another virgin, I thought to myself. Damn, there are still more virgins in this world.

So I concluded, "To our virginity, let's drink to the last cup!" Then we both shouted in unison, "Cheers to our virginity!" After finishing one cup, we poured more, downing three in a row. We threw the cups on the table, then staggered away, arm in arm… Under the dim streetlights, Zhou Kai and I walked hand in arm into the depths of the road. The summer night was so cool, and occasionally groups of people walked past us, pretty girls passing by, giggling softly…

Long afterward, I would still think of our lonely figures as two young men, yet it was so beautiful. In the face of life, simple joy is something I miss so much…

(III) The Lost Green

You must think I'm a very contradictory person. I dare to seduce women older than me on trains, but I am indeed a virgin. To be honest, it wasn't that I hadn't had opportunities before. In the latter half of my freshman year, I got very close to my girlfriend, Liu Hui, but in that instant, I pulled my hand back. Later, I wondered why. After asking myself this several times, I guess it was still fear of responsibility. Sometimes I regret it, but after that time I gave up, Liu Hui never gave me that chance again. My wandering hands could only move above my abdomen. How tragic!

I'm not a very unrestrained or bold person, nor am I a hooligan, if we don't include things in terms of consciousness. If we have to include consciousness and behavior, I guess I was at most a third-rate hooligan in the past. Because I didn't often have designs on pretty girls, nor did I talk about pretty girls. I felt they were both high and far away from me. I learned this lesson in high school.

At that time, I had a crush on a girl named Zhao Xia. You could say she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Short hair, a slender figure, soft eyes, and two shy dimples. I will never forget her. I looked forward to the end of class or school every day, because after class I might run into her on my way to the bathroom, and after school I might run into her on my way back to the dormitory after eating (at that time I was studying in another city and rented a place to live, and she ate at a small restaurant that cooked for students). Every time I saw her, I only dared to glance at her before lowering my head and walking away. Later, I wrote her a letter, but she rejected me. I was still grateful for her companionship on a beautiful evening, walking me across a long street, sharing beautiful dreams, and gently declining my advances. I was devastated. For three years of high school, I harbored a secret crush on her, feeling I had poured all my emotions into it.

After graduating high school, I never heard from her again. Later, in college, while retaking my C programming course, I met Liu Hui. That evening after class, I passed her a note, and she came out and we went shopping near the Hualian shopping mall. She said she loved shaved ice, so I bought her a cup. Hehe, after that, I had a girlfriend. The next evening, we sat in the stands by the school's soccer field and kissed. It was the first time I had been so close to a woman. Although I wasn't particularly excited, I thought, perhaps, I had found happiness.

I clearly remember not being excited at all during the kiss; I guess it was because Liu Hui told me she had a boyfriend in high school. Somehow, we ended up bumping teeth. I thought thin lips were more attractive, but in this respect, it was a bit of a shame. I never thought thin lips were sexy again… But Wang Meiwen changed my mind. You couldn't say she had thin lips, or that she had a tiny freckle on her face, or that there was a faint ring of fat around her stomach, but all these things combined to create an irresistible allure. In an instant, my chest heaved, and a wicked desire surged within me. This was something I had never experienced before.

Back in my dorm, I couldn't help but call her again, but her phone was off. I felt extremely frustrated and helpless. In the darkness, I stared wide-eyed, and the scene from the train flashed before my eyes again. A semi-transparent bra, high and firm breasts, a slightly protruding ring of fat around her waist, and those plump, round buttocks, those white, delicate little hands. Thinking about all this, I couldn't help but get excited again, until a chill jolted me out of my reverie, leaving me flustered...

The next day, I decided to go to the telecom office to renew my broadband subscription, and then spend my time online to kill time. I noticed it was almost noon, so I asked Zhou Kai to bring me lunch. The guy looked unhappy and dawdled downstairs to buy food.

As soon as Zhou Kai came downstairs, my phone rang. My heart skipped a beat, and when I picked it up, it was indeed Wang Meiwen calling. Excitedly, I said "hello," and then heard a giggle. I said, "Why did you think of calling me?" She said, "I was too tired when I got home yesterday, so I turned off my phone and rested. When I woke up today, I saw you had called me twice, so I called to ask what was wrong." I suppressed my excitement: "Sister, I want to eat your lunch, hehe." She laughed, "What do you want to eat?" I said, "I love your cooking, sister. As for what... I'll eat whatever you make." She hesitated for a moment, then corrected me, "Call me Auntie!" I said, "I made a big mistake this time. I shouldn't have called you Auntie, I should have called you Sister." She laughed and said, "Nonsense, I'm so much older than you. If I don't call you Auntie, people will laugh at you." I said, "These days, everyone says age isn't a barrier, right? You're so beautiful and young, people will just see you as my sister." She laughed and scolded me for being cheeky. I chuckled, inwardly cursing myself for being shameless. I said, "Sister, is there anything to eat?" She paused for a moment and then said, "Come over, I'll pick you up at the West Station." I was overjoyed and said, "Sister, I'm coming right away."

I hung up the phone, quickly changed into the new clothes I bought yesterday, and rushed downstairs. Just as I stepped out of the apartment building, Zhou Kai appeared, carrying several plastic bags and yelling at me, "You little brat, if you'd known you were coming downstairs, why did you bother me like this?" I said, "I'm so sorry for bothering you, I feel incredibly guilty. Consider those bags as compensation." I ran out as fast as I could. I hailed a taxi, told him I was going to the West Station, and jumped in. The moment the door closed, I saw Zhou Kai staring at me blankly as we sped away. I knew that today, like the fruit on the branch, I would lose my green...

(IV) First Taste of a Mature Woman

When I arrived at the West Railway Station, I saw Wang Meiwen waiting for me outside the Xidan Shopping Mall. I walked straight towards her, and she saw me too, smiling and waving. She led me into a Nissan sedan. So she owned a car? Was she a rich woman? A question suddenly popped into my head: even if she was rich, what were we? I wasn't a gigolo, was I? Being a gigolo was something I couldn't bear; I couldn't afford to lose face like that, a grown man. I guess I'll just call it a one-night stand? These days, it's fashionable. One-night stands or multi-night stands, anyway, I was having an affair with a woman much older than me. I thought to myself, today I'm finally going to experience my first time, that tingling, numbing feeling, and my blood was boiling. I stole a glance at the woman and saw her smiling, glancing at me sideways in the rearview mirror. My face flushed red, and my mind went completely blank… We didn't say a word on the way. I wanted to say something, but suddenly I felt incredibly stupid today.

About ten minutes later, we arrived at an apartment complex. We took the elevator to the twelfth floor, went inside, and took off our shoes. As I stood up, I was struck by the luxuriousness of the room. The living room was large and bright, with a striking, wide, orange-red leather sofa and a wide-screen plasma TV. To be honest, I can't describe many things because it was all so luxurious. I awkwardly sat on the soft, bulky sofa, suddenly feeling a little inferior. Wang Meiwen looked at me without speaking, then smiled and asked if I was mute. I smiled back shyly. Two red clouds appeared on her face: "Silly boy." She stood up and got me a can of Coke. I clumsily opened it, and she gracefully sat down next to me, her breath sweet. "Silly boy, you're so thin." She pinched my shoulder as if pitying a small animal. I felt a chill run down my spine. Damn it, I'm so useless. I cursed myself, took a deep breath, and looked at her defiantly. If she pinched me again, I would grab her. But she giggled, stood up, and said, "Silly, are you hungry?" I said I was. She said, "I'm going to cook. Do you want to watch me cook?" I said okay. I followed her to watch her cook.

I felt the air was a bit heavy, so I wanted to joke with her. I said with a smile, "Sister, do you know what cooking is called in our school?" She laughed and said, "Is it cooking rice?" I laughed at her for being silly, "Cooking is called making love." She laughed in surprise, "Why do you say that?" I said, "We all live in school apartments, several people to a dorm. Some students who are in love want to move out with their girlfriends. If they don't have an excuse, they say they don't like the food in the cafeteria and go out to cook. So they can go out, and later many people went out to cook. But they were with one girl, and in the end everyone knew that cooking was a euphemism for making love."

The woman laughed heartily, teasing me, "Have you been cooking with girls?" I smiled mischievously, "Yes, I'm cooking with a girl right now." The woman glared at me with a smile, "You rascal!" I smiled and leaned closer, intentionally or unintentionally brushing against her ample buttocks. A soft, warm sensation spread like waves, and I felt a certain part of me swell slightly. The woman kept her head down, not saying a word, just focusing on cooking.

I said, "I can cook too." She seemed a little skeptical, so I said my specialty was sour fish soup. She grabbed a fish and asked me to cook it. She even had a large fish tank with many fish. So I cleaned the fish, first removing the scales, then making a few cuts, salting it, and stuffing it with scallions and ginger. While I was washing my hands, the woman handed me a bar of soap. I accidentally pinched her hand, which earned me a playful, smiling glare. After all the other dishes were ready, I started cooking the fish. The woman watched with great interest. I briefly fried the fish in boiling oil, added some white wine, then water and simmered it until cooked. I then placed a lot of scallions in a deep dish, put the fish on the dish, poured the broth over it to remove the raw scallions, and added plenty of vinegar. The fragrant sour fish soup was ready. The woman couldn't wait to taste it, saying, "This sourness is enough to whet my appetite." After taking a sip, she said, "Delicious, but too sour." I said seriously, "This fish is for last. Most of your other dishes are quite oily; this is for whetting the appetite."

The woman beamed and praised me, "You'll be a good husband in the future." I grinned mischievously and said, "Am I a good husband now?" The woman grabbed her chopsticks as if to hit me, and I, frightened, grabbed her arm and begged for mercy. The woman looked at me softly and said, "I think you're just a little rascal." I was captivated by the woman's allure, so I kissed her cheek. She immediately said, "You're too hasty! Let's have a drink." So we opened a bottle of vibrant, deep red wine. Watching the red liquid swirl and flow in the glass, I knew that today, like that bottle, I would be opened, no longer sealed away.

When we finished the bottle, we were both a little tipsy. I watched as the woman deliberately or unintentionally crossed one of her gleaming white legs, clad in stockings, and my eyes nearly popped out of my head. She said, "Silly boy, can you dance?" I said I could barely manage. She then said, "Let's dance!" We went to the living room, and she turned on the stereo. The music was gentle and soothing, and the sunlight outside the window was brilliant. In this high-rise building, it seemed as if the hustle and bustle of the world had vanished. I watched as the woman bent over, her hips swaying, as she changed into a pair of elegant, breathtakingly beautiful black high heels, which accentuated her smooth, full legs even more. She breathed a breath that intoxicated me, gently leaning against my chest, swaying her hips softly. I held this voluptuous woman in my arms, my heart pounding. [The rest of the text appears to be random characters and symbols, possibly a corrupted or incomplete sentence or a corrupted file. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context.]

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