[Urban] A Nobody's Romantic Encounter (Complete) - 10-12

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Chapter 27:

The stage for the performance, not a joyous occasion, was set up on the north side of the square. A huge backdrop perfectly blocked the howling north wind. The backdrop was covered with a jumble of colorful logos from various businesses, indicating that this wasn't just one company using a performance as a form of advertising. Five or six speakers stood tall, surrounded by several Christmas trees adorned with colorful or foil tassels and ribbons. Beautifully wrapped gift boxes hung from the branches. Lights from a makeshift, tall lighting rig shone directly onto the stage, obscuring the faces of those standing below; only a blurry, white shadow could be seen.

The stage was somewhat rudimentary, and the weather was rather cold, but nothing could dampen our enthusiasm. What was supposed to be a rehearsal was really just getting familiar with the venue and knowing our order in the program. Before we'd even finished one piece, a fat man claiming to be the director yelled "Stop!" With a "

That's enough disheveled state. Then the stage lights dimmed, and another group of energetic, sexy dancers took over the stage. Lu You and I squeezed into the crowd below, watching. A strange excitement kept us engaged, even though we weren't on stage, and we shouted and cheered wildly along with the crowd.

Five strangely dressed beauties danced energetically on stage. They weren't wearing performance costumes, but their revealing outfits were dazzling. Suddenly, a tall, ghostly figure caught my eye. I ignored the other beauties and stared intently at her. She was singing and dancing with a microphone, her long, flowing hair cascading down her back. I was filled with astonishment because she looked so much like Xinran. Lu You grabbed my hand, pointed at the stage, and exclaimed, "Look! Doesn't that woman look like Xinran?"

I looked again and again; she really did. She wore a black tulle dress, black fishnet stockings, and knee-high boots that almost reached mid-thigh. Her dance steps were skillful and energetic. Her makeup was heavy, with black lipstick that stood out starkly against the backdrop of her companions' gold, silver, or white lips. She seemed shrouded in an eerie mist, her waist swaying wildly, her hips trembling, dancing like a demon or a monster.

Upon closer inspection, she wasn't Xinran. She was too tall, with long legs, an overly firm chest, and a full, taut bottom—every aspect of her was excessively sexy and seductive, reaching an astonishing level.

Although she wasn't Xinran, my heart felt like it had been struck by a spark. That spark, carrying light, streaked across a dark area, landed at the bottom, and quickly ignited. The disappointment she felt wasn't due to the joy of the occasion; it was gradually replaced by a sense of anticipation and desire. Some long-dormant emotions broke free from the clutches of the gray nightmare and came alive. A familiar tenderness surged in her blood, impossible to suppress.

These days, beautiful women are so attractive. We hadn't even finished one song, while these beauties had already sung a long one. Amidst whistles and screams, they left the stage. I hurriedly pushed through the crowd, trying to squeeze backstage, but it was almost impossible. I finally made it backstage, rolling my eyes all the way, but they were nowhere to be seen.

Disappointed, I emerged from the crowd and stood by the roadside, smoking. A cold wind blew, and I hunched my shoulders; a puff of smoke escaped from my high collar. Bored, I circled around a few steps, kicking at the crumpled pieces of paper on the sidewalk, while cars drove past me one by one.

Just then, a woman's voice came from behind me, "Handsome, give me a cigarette."

I turned around, and there she was, the woman on stage with black lipstick, huddled in a short, light purple down jacket. A crumpled cigarette pack was tossed far away onto the road, where a car ran it over, sending it rolling several times.

She approached me, and I took out a pack of 555 cigarettes from my pocket, pulled one out, and handed it to her along with the pack. Two fingers with black nail polish pinched the white filter and pulled it out, bringing the cigarette to her equally black lips. I lit it for her with my hand, cupping the lighter around her mouth. She took a deep drag, the two white plumes of smoke forming two nostrils, quickly dissipating in the wind.

"I know you, I just saw you playing bass and singing on stage,"

she said, looking up at me. Her eyes were dark, with a watery sheen, and her eyelashes were beautifully manicured.

"I saw you too. You dance very well. Your singing is good too,"

I said, scrutinizing her closely. A small nose piercing adorned her delicate nose, and five or six earrings hung from one ear, peeking out from under her long hair. She exuded a strong, worldly air, the kind you'd find on any hostess in a bar.

"Really? Is it your looks or your singing that matters? You men always prioritize looks over sound. If someone isn't pretty, you won't listen to their singing."

She turned to look at me, her eyebrows raised, radiating a unique charm.

"Haha, you're good at both,"

I laughed. This girl was interesting.

"Laugh at me! I just saw you in the audience, looking at me with eyes like a wolf, practically glowing green. If looks could strip clothes off, I'd be naked on stage by now."

"It's not that dramatic, is it? I just thought you looked like my ex-girlfriend, that's all I did."

"What's wrong with you men? Is this all you can say when you see a pretty girl? I'm sick of hearing it. Ugh, so boring."

"I'm telling the truth."

"Nobody believes you."

"Why is it that nobody believes the truth these days?"

I said innocently.

"Stop pretending, all the honest people are dead. You're no better than me."

The woman said nonchalantly, instantly labeling me a bad guy.

"Are you alone? Where are your companions?"

I stopped arguing with her.

"They left. The taxi can fit four people. I'm rushing to a friend's birthday party."

She said.

"Aren't you going?"

I asked again.

"Isn't this just me waiting for the bus?"

She raised her eyebrows again. "Hey, how come your observation skills are so bad? How are you going to pick up girls like this? You can't even see that." "

I wasn't trying to pick up girls!"

I said urgently.

"Aren't you picking me up right now?"

The girl looked at me strangely. "But let me tell you, what you said about me being like your ex-girlfriend is so outdated now. Go back and think of something new."

"I really wasn't trying to pick you up!"

I argued again.

"Hey, you, you want to pick up girls but you're being secretive. Fine, I'll pick you up then."

The girl said with a chuckle.

"You're picking me up?"

"Yes. I'm picking you up, so what? Scared?"

"Who's scared of who?"

"I like hearing that."

She took a drag of her cigarette and said, "I'm starting to pick you up."

As she spoke, wisps of smoke billowed from her mouth and nose, her ghostly pretty face shrouded in smoke, making her look somewhat hazy and mysterious.

"Come on."

"Do you have money?"

she asked, turning her palm upside down.

I was taken aback, looking at her strangely.

"No money?"

she looked at me even more strangely. "I never waste my time on men who don't have money. If you don't have money, I'll pursue you when you do."

"I just got paid, I have some money on me,"

I said.

"Are you coming again tomorrow?"

Her eyes lit up.

"Yes."

"A thousand."

She asked me for the money directly without any embarrassment, "Consider it a loan, I'll pay you back tomorrow."

Wow—I'd never seen anything like this before, and I hesitated for a moment.

"Are you afraid I won't pay you back?"

she continued to urge, "You're really stingy. Just give it to me, I'm in a hurry to buy a birthday present."

Men are most afraid of women saying they're not generous. With those words, I hurriedly took out my wallet, counted out ten bills and handed them over. She grabbed them, didn't even look at them, and stuffed them into her handbag.

"Pay me back tomorrow,"

I said loudly to her.

"Okay, we'll talk about it later. We're acquainted now. My surname is Yan, and my name is Ziyue, everyone calls me Ziyue. What about you?"

She looked up at me.

"My name is Zhao Bo,"

I said.

"Zhao Bo? -- That's not a good name. It makes people think of a woman wearing a bra, I really don't know what your father was thinking, giving you such a vulgar name,"

she said.

"Women wearing bras?"

I was completely confused.

"Yeah, Zhao Bo, it's 'Zhao Bo,' the 'Zhao' in 'bra,' and the 'Bo' in 'spring waves,' so what else could it be but wearing a bra?"

She laughed, continuing to tease me.

"Wow, no one's ever interpreted my name like that before. What makes you think of all this? And such a vulgar interpretation."

I was exasperated; this girl was really something.

"I am vulgar. Don't you men like women like that... Haha, never mind, I was just kidding."

She laughed loudly. Just then, a taxi stopped, she got in, rolled down the window, waved to me, and said, "You're too trusting. Don't trust people so easily in the future, especially women. There are plenty of bad women like me."

"I'm leaving, bye-bye."

She blew me a kiss and was driven away in the taxi.

I watched the taxi drive away, and I realized that I had gotten hard, very hard, unusually hard, harder than I'd ever been before. A bad woman? This bad woman gave me a strong sexual urge. She sounded like she'd tricked me, but I didn't feel cheated at all. Giving a woman half a month's salary so easily—something I'd never done before. Whether she'd pay me back or not was unimportant; she made me feel comfortable. Her wickedness had touched a rebellious nerve within me. Sometimes, a charmingly wicked woman can actually ignite a man's desire.

The next evening, Zhao Li didn't come. Sun Qian had tricked her into going to some kind of school party.

During the performance, I don't know if it was good or not; the stage was noisy, and the audience was noisy too—a chaotic mess. Only when I sang my newly written song did I feel a moment of peace. The soothing melody floated up, and I was immersed in an unknown glow, singing with emotion, as if I'd never been so absorbed before.

That woman named Ziyue stood outside the backstage barrier, watching me sing. At first, she didn't pay attention, but later she listened carefully, and then she too became captivated by the joyful singing.

When the song ended, the lights dimmed. The crowd below continued to shout and cheer, their pale faces now showing a look of intoxication and lingering enjoyment, indicating they were quite receptive to the song. After gathering my things, I stepped off the stage, brushing past the heavily made-up Ziyue. A whiff of perfume wafted into my nostrils—it smelled wonderful.

"Wait for me,"

Ziyue said to me as we passed each other. Soon, she was in the center of the stage, jumping and singing. Tonight, she wore a short silver strapless dress, black stockings with several large holes, high silver over-the-knee boots, and long silver-gray gloves that almost reached her shoulders. Her long black hair still flowed freely, complemented by exaggerated silver eyeshadow, heavy black lipstick, and specks of silver powder on her bare shoulders. She exuded a ghostly, wild, sexy, and fatally alluring charm, like a bewitching poppy dancing wildly in the night mist.

I was captivated by the enchanting dance moves and vibrant music. Soon, two hot dance numbers ended, and five alluring beauties emerged.

Ziyue told me to wait for her, but actually, she wanted us to treat them to a meal, as they hadn't eaten before arriving in such a rush. Looking at the four or five stunningly beautiful women, Da Liu, Lu You, and even the taciturn Fang Dan were all mesmerized, at a loss for what to do. Upon hearing that the beauties wanted to eat, everyone volunteered, wishing they could take them all with them. In the end, everyone went together. Lu You waved his hand, and Ziyue and the other beauties squeezed into his jeep, making him drive so erratically

he nearly crashed into a fire hydrant. Da Liu, Fang Dan, and I had no choice but to take a taxi. We were supposed to be going to eat, but then, at someone's suggestion, we inexplicably went to a nightclub, booked a private room, and ate wontons there that cost the same as twenty bowls outside. Lu You willingly accepted being ripped off. A group of men and women were drinking beer in a private room, vying for the microphone and singing. It wasn't until the four or five dozen beers they'd ordered were finished that I finally matched the names of the women with their faces, though whether those names were actually real was impossible to verify.

The woman in the red dress with purplish-red hair was Ding Keke. She and Ziyue sang at the same nightclub and often sang together. At this moment, she was drinking with Da Liu. It was clear Da Liu liked this girl, because according to his previous descriptions, his ex-girlfriends were like Ding Keke—single-eyelid girls with deep dimples when they smiled, very cute.

Sitting next to Da Liu, holding a glass of wine, she was pressing Lu You onto the sofa, trying to force the wine into his mouth. The slender woman with long, thin fingers was named Wen Hong; her thinness was comparable to Zhao Li's. Fang Dan was chatting happily with a tall, curvy woman with short hair, tattooed eyebrows, and long, slender legs, drinking a can of beer. The woman, named Belle, often pretended to be unable to hold her liquor and leaned against Fang Dan, making him flustered and spilling beer everywhere. He wondered if Fang Dan's virginity would be lost to this woman tonight.

As for Zi Yue, she was now half-reclined, one leg propped up on the sofa armrest, her face flushed, her eyes almost closed, weakly holding the microphone and shouting and singing incoherently. Lying on top of her was a beautiful woman with dyed blonde hair, dressed equally provocatively. This woman, named Zhong Yuying, was also a bar singer, just like Zi Yue. Having drunk her fill, she was completely drunk, her head resting on Zi Yue's high, firm breasts as she slept. Her clothes were disheveled; her black skirt was almost pulled up below her breasts, and white silk panties were visible beneath her thin black stockings. Her genitals were swollen like small steamed buns. Several empty beer cans lay scattered at their feet.

I was also about 80-90% drunk. These women were heavy drinkers; keeping them sober and getting them drunk was practically an impossible task. I carried a can of beer to Ziyue, swaying and drunkenly saying, "Come on, Ziyue, let me toast you. Ziyue, right? You're Ziyue, right? Get up, cheers, cheers... let's drink..."

I grabbed Ziyue's hand and forcefully lifted her off the sofa. With a cry of pain, she was pulled into my arms, and the microphone was thrown away. Zhong Yuying, who had been lying on top of her, rolled off the sofa as Ziyue was pulled up, face down, her little butt sticking up high. Her white buttocks were alluringly encased in black stockings, the two thong straps crooked to one side, and her tightly clenched anus was faintly visible under the black stockings. She was still asleep, already unconscious.

I held Ziyue close, pouring beer into her mouth. She was dazed, seemingly oblivious to her surroundings. I forced several gulps down her beer, but she couldn't drink the last one and spat it out, spraying a large wet patch on her chest. I took the opportunity to wipe her clean, my large hand reaching into her deep cleavage, giving her a few squeezes. Her full breasts were incredibly elastic, her skin smooth and supple—a wonderful feel. Wow, this girl is really nice.

Ziyue seemed unfazed by the advances of drunk men, letting me touch her as I pleased. Soon I found her small, hard nipple, rubbing it a few times. Ziyue hummed softly, her voice hazy, and she collapsed into my arms, one small hand draped over my shoulder. I was enveloped in her warm embrace, the scent of perfume and alcohol mingling, an intoxicating aroma that invigorated me, and my lower body slowly hardened. Ziyue's eyes were half-closed; she was almost asleep in my arms. As

I continued to caress her, I glanced around the private room. A group of people were already slumped over. Da Liu was holding Ding Keke, one arm around her neck, a glass of beer trembling in his hand. He was shouting, "...You lost, come on, drink this one..." Ding Keke half-heartedly resisted, and Da Liu splashed the beer around, soaking a large area of her. Da Liu's lewd hand pressed down on her white stockinged thigh.

Next to Da Liu, Wen Hong was straddling Lu You's legs. She was clearly incoherent, her body arched, her hands raised high, waving back and forth, humming a tuneless song. Her short t-shirt had ridden up quite a bit, and the black strap of her thong was showing through her low-waisted denim miniskirt. Lu You couldn't let such a good opportunity pass by. His thieving hands groped over her thighs, her lower abdomen, and slid over her slender waist. One hand slipped through the thin strap and reached for her buttocks.

The worst off was Fang Dan. He sat on the sofa, frozen in fear, unsure what to do with his hands and feet. Belle had her arms wrapped around his neck, one of her flesh-colored stockinged thighs pressed against his stomach. Her head rested on Fang Dan's shoulder; she was asleep, drool dripping down her back, leaving a wet stain on Fang Dan's shirt. Several red lipstick marks were clearly visible on Fang Dan's face. It seemed the band's only virgin had been ambushed by this beauty.

Chapter 28: The Experience of Sex

I stood on the stage, my hand already removed from her breasts, now resting on Zi Yue's stockinged thigh, slipping under her skirt, stopping at the base of her thigh. I could almost feel the heat emanating from that full mound beside me. I really wanted to touch it, but I restrained myself. I glanced at the phone hanging in front of Zi Yue; the screen showed it was almost midnight. Suddenly, something occurred to me, and I blurted out a string of drunken ramblings: "Ziyue, Christmas Eve is almost over, you...you...there's something you haven't done yet...Do you remember what it is?...Ziyue...Ziyue...wake up...Ziyue." Ziyue's eyes were blurry with drunkenness, her small hand gently patting my shoulder, her head resting on my neck, as she weakly said, "...What is it, handsome? What should we do?...Make love? Oh, make love...okay, let's make love...Christmas Eve, let's make love...but remember to pay, pay...last time he didn't pay and ran away...you won't run away, will you..."

Ziyue's sweet, incoherent babbling almost made me weak in the knees, my head spinning and throbbing, I didn't care what she was saying at all, and continued drunkenly, "Beautiful lady, I'm not asking you to make love, I'm asking you to pay me back...you said you were going to pay me back today, remember...don't you...don't you remember, yesterday...yesterday..."

"Oh, yesterday...yes, yesterday...I remember, I remember...no money back, no money back...let's make love, let's make love...if we do, we'll have everything...men are all bad...they just want to make love to me...come on...come on, let's go...I'll pay you back, I'll go get it for you..."

Ziyue left my embrace, dragging my hand towards the door of the private room, her steps unsteady, almost falling. I quickly steadied her.

I didn't know what she was going to do, and followed her out of the private room. Ziyue and I entwined together, the two of us staggering forward with drunken steps. When we reached the women's restroom, Ziyue turned the lock. I thought she wanted to use the restroom and tried to let go of her hand, but Ziyue gripped my hand even tighter, forcefully pulling me inside as well. With a bang, the door was slammed shut behind us by our bodies.

The small restroom was filled with sandalwood incense to mask the odor, but it still smelled a bit bad.

Ziyue closed her eyes, her lips, reeking of alcohol, rubbing against my face. Soon, Ziyue's small lips met mine. Her starry eyes were half-closed, and her charming face was a perfect replica of Xinran. I thought of Xinran, of her soft lips, and a surge of heat welled up inside me. I felt dizzy, my desire aroused. I opened my mouth wide and kissed Ziyue back. Her lips, which were constantly biting, tried to pull away, but I followed closely. Her breath became ragged, and a few soft moans escaped

her lips. I held Ziyue tightly around the waist. Ziyue raised her hands from my shoulders, cupped my face, and stopped trying to pull away. She responded to my kiss forcefully, pressing my head down with her hands and returning the kiss with her mouth. A passionate kiss ensued, and my head was pressed against the door. There were more slurping kisses, and saliva covered my mouth and nose. The black lipstick was a little sticky and had a rose fragrance. Our desire was quickly aroused, and our breathing became heavy.

Ziyue wrapped one of her thighs around my waist, her knee pressed against the door. I placed one hand on her shapely buttocks, pulling her closer to me. My other hand caressed her thigh; the stockings felt wonderful, the skin exposed through the ripped holes incredibly smooth. I slipped my fingers inside the holes, enjoying the smooth skin even more. The back of my hand felt cool and soft against the stockings. Stockings, jade-like skin—the feeling was simply divine. My penis, uncontrollably erect, burst forth from the waistband of my underwear, the glans pressing against the rough denim, causing a slight pain.

Ziyue continued to kiss me passionately, one hand around my neck, the other gripping my shirt collar. My face was completely immobilized; I could only let her dark lips kiss my face, mouth, and lips wildly again and again. Later, she simply stuck out her tongue and began licking my face. Her soft tongue, like a viper's hiss, explored every inch of my skin, leaving only the coolness of her saliva wherever it went. I had to temporarily close my eyes to prevent her tongue from getting into them.

Ziyue's tongue licked back and forth, finally licking my forehead several times before withdrawing it with satisfaction. Then, her small mouth lightly touched my lips a few times before suddenly pressing back against mine, prying open my teeth. Her nimble tongue then slipped into my mouth, and I held it tightly, pulling her fragrant tongue deeper. A feeling of wanting to merge with each other washed over me, and I hugged her tightly. Her delicate body trembled in my arms. She tried to break free, but I held her even tighter. She moaned loudly, and we both became lost in passion.

My hand pulled down her strapless mini-dress and strapless bra, revealing a trembling, tender breast. My large hand impatiently grabbed it; wow, I could practically squeeze water out of that breast. It was so tender that I almost had the illusion that milk was about to flow from the erect nipple. Damn it, this slut, I'll fuck her to death tonight, or I'm not Zhao.

Ziyue continued kissing and sucking my tongue, and I continued pinching her large breasts. With one hand free, I unzipped my pants, revealing my menacing glans, like a one-eyed black snake's head. I lifted Ziyue's short skirt, my glans pressing against her flat stomach. Although there was no opening to penetrate, I still thrust my penis towards her abdomen. As her stomach slightly sank in, her smooth skin enveloped me, and an indescribable feeling of pleasure washed over me. I groaned in pleasure, but it was quickly silenced by Ziyue's frenzied lips, a stream of saliva flowing from her mouth.

My penis rubbed against her smooth stomach, repeatedly experiencing that intoxicatingly pleasurable sensation. Suddenly, my glans touched a cold, ring-shaped object. What was that? While responding to Ziyue's kisses and tongue, I secretly glanced down and saw my glans wedged in the middle of a navel ring. The ring was studded with purple rhinestones, gleaming brightly in the dim bathroom light. Holy crap, this Purple Moon even has a navel ring!

Ziyue's face was flushed with lust, her face even beaded with sweat. Her lips left mine, and her hands reached for her genitals, grabbing the crotch of her thin stockings. With a ripping sound, the black stockings tore, and her small hands pulled open the crotch of her barely-there black panties, revealing a beautifully shaved vulva. Two labia rings pierced her torn labia, and a clear trickle of fluid welled up, quickly dripping onto the floor. Ziyue plunged a finger into her wet vulva, thrusting it forcefully.

"...Put it in me, put it in me quickly...put it in me, put it in me...put it in...put it in, put it in me quickly... Waaah...put it in me..."

Ziyue cried out, her voice trembling with sobs, a sob filled with an unconcealable sorrow. I was stunned, staring at Ziyue's face, which seemed both delirious and pained, a question rising within me: what had driven this woman to such frenzy, such confusion, and such grief? I had no time to think. The rising lust had also clouded my mind. I recklessly thrust my enormous glans into her already hot and overflowing vagina, pushing it deep inside along with Ziyue's fingers. When I pulled my penis out, Ziyue's fingers came out with it.

I held Ziyue's body and thrust forward forcefully, forcing her to retreat. I continued to advance, the sound of my leather shoes rubbing and the sharp tapping of my heels mingling together. I took a few steps forward, and Ziyue took a few steps back. With a scream, Ziyue was slammed against the opposite wall. I couldn't wait to thrust in and out. Inside her vagina, there was a chaotic mess of folds and protrusions. Ziyue groaned, her panting and her moans and groans blending together, creating an indescribably ecstatic and pleasurable sound.

The scattered folds of flesh inside her vagina enveloped the glans, rubbing against the entire penis with abandon. For some reason, I smelled the scent of many men who had entered before; they were mocking me. I could even see their sinful faces and hear their unrestrained laughter. What was happening? While experiencing pleasure, I couldn't help but feel a tightness in my chest. I had never felt this strange during intercourse before. This woman was a mystery!

There was a rapid knocking at the door. Someone was impatient and needed to use the restroom, while the couple inside hadn't finished. I thrust hard into Ziyue's vagina, pumping in and out without restraint, rapidly repeating the violent movements. A lot of vaginal fluid was drawn out, soaking my crotch. Ziyue cried out loudly, her voice a perfect response to the knocking. I pressed Ziyue's hands against the wall and continued my ferocious thrusting. She was even hung against the wall by my thrusts, like a female monkey specimen, except this female monkey was being violently fucked by a strong male monkey.

The knocking stopped, but Ziyue's cries continued. Suddenly, a strange feeling welled up inside me. I had never felt my penis was so thick, never felt that I needed to fuck her to understand a woman. The cries continued, full of struggle, the thrusting continued, full of release. I released Ziyue's hands, lifted her thighs, and raised her feet off the ground, continuing to press her against the wall. My eyes were bloodshot, completely unconcerned that she was now a pitiful mess, a few strands of sweat-soaked hair hanging on her forehead, swaying with each thrust. She kept her eyes closed, occasionally turning her head away. Slowly, Ziyue's cries weakened, her hands limply protecting her chest.

Finally, the screams stopped, and the only sound in the bathroom was the sound of my thrusting. I wasn't human; I was a beast, a murderer who ravaged the most beautiful things in the world. My fierce thrusting only made me feel emptier, but I still wanted to fuck her, to fuck her, to fuck her to death. What kind of emotion made me strip away the wickedness of my humanity from the blissful enjoyment, to experience it in intercourse, to experience that desperate struggle like drowning? The surroundings were cold and dark, with only the sound of bubbles rising and bursting. I evilly ejaculated thick streams of semen, the milky white sperm disappearing in the dark, soft vaginal canal. Ziyue and I collapsed to the ground, a mess of vaginal fluid flowing from between our legs.

I held Ziyue tightly, my penis slowly softening inside her vagina. Only then did I feel a trace of warmth within her. I lovingly held Ziyue's head, letting her rest her head on my shoulder. A tear rolled down my neck, the coldness spreading to my neck, and then dripping onto my burning chest. Cry?

Why are you crying? Xinran is crying, and you're crying too. Why? Why? Why? My cries have no answer, only cold tears continue to flow.

We didn't separate for a long, long time, until my penis had shrunk from her vagina, and we were still holding each other. She held me tightly, and several times I tried to get up, but she stopped me. Perhaps she hadn't received such comfort in a long time, perhaps she just wanted a moment of warmth from me, a stranger she had only met a few times. Was even this insignificant moment of comfort a luxury in her world? I could only hold her even tighter, letting my warm body heat spread to her. I could hear her young heart pounding, strong yet confused.

Chapter 29 Unexplained (

The following content requires a reply to view) There was another urgent knocking on the door; we had been occupying the bathroom for a long time. Ziyue ignored the knocking and only stood up from my arms after a while. She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, tidied herself up, and saw white semen slowly flowing down her thighs, leaving milky white streaks on her black stockings. She seemed to remember something, reaching down to touch her vagina. Some semen got on her fingers; she rubbed it, subconsciously sniffed it, and then expressionlessly pulled out a long roll of toilet paper to wipe herself.

I also tidied myself up; the wet stains on my crotch were impossible to remove.

Ziyue opened the toilet lid, threw in a wad of paper, and flushed away a pile of filth with the swirling water. Ziyue turned around, her eyes empty, clearly showing a loss. She said to me, "Your money is now half paid back. For the other half, come find me at my place sometime."

She then handed me a business card.

Looking at her somewhat unfamiliar expression, I was stunned for a moment, then felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over my head, chilling me to the bone. I took the business card; the contact information and services were clearly listed. My face felt dry; embarrassment, definitely an unexpected embarrassment.

I suddenly remembered an incident involving Lu You. Once, Lu You had inadvertently sniffed a beautiful woman, brought her back to his lodgings that night, and spent the night intimately with her. The next day, thinking a new romance was about to begin, the woman, dressed, demanded a thousand. Incredulous, Lu You, naked, scrambled out of bed, grabbed his pants from the floor, found his wallet, and after some haggling, settled on five hundred. As the woman left, she didn't forget to glance at Lu You's limp penis. For them, a limp penis was the sign the service was over; once confirmed, they took the money with a clear conscience. This is what embarrassment is, this is the explanation Lu You most often used when recounting this incident.

Unexpectedly, I encountered something like this on Christmas Eve. I coldly said, "No need, you're worth the money."

"No, I have professional ethics. Whatever it is, that's what it is. Remember to come next time, don't make me feel like I owe you anything,"

Ziyue said without a trace of emotion, completely disregarding my feelings.

I don't know when, but Ziyue had already put a cigarette between her fingers, took a puff, and exhaled. The smoke swirled around her, and her extremely alluring face seemed so far away from me. She threw the cigarette butt on the ground, opened the door, and walked out.

I coldly looked at myself in the mirror, a pang of heartache shooting through me. Outside the door, Ziyue's boots made a series of "tap-tap" sounds, then the sound stopped, and a conversation broke out: "Oh, isn't this Ziyue? I see you everywhere." It was

a middle-aged man's voice.

"Oh, it's Manager Wang! Long time no see, I've missed you so much!"

Zi Yue's sweet and coquettish voice rang out. "What brings you here tonight? Oh, did you manage to take advantage of another innocent woman? Hehe, it must be."

"Who is this?"

Another woman's voice came from outside. I went out, and a man and a woman were standing not far from the door. The man was fat, and when he heard the question, he whispered something in the woman's ear. I was surprised to see that the woman was Gong Feihua. Gong Feihua saw me and looked surprised as well. She looked at me, then at Ziyue, glanced at the sign for the women's restroom, and her gaze lingered on my somewhat unnatural face. A cold smile appeared on her lips. My appearance was very inappropriate. "Oh, you...you're together..."

the fat man exclaimed. The fat manager was about to continue speaking when Ziyue had already pressed against him. "Who's with him? I don't even know him. Come on, Manager Wang, let's go dancing, let's talk..." The fat manager glanced at Gong Feihua, and seeing that she had no objection, he was pulled away by Ziyue.

"Hello,"

I said.

"Good, very good, Zhao Bo, it's a surprise to see you here."

Gong Feihua's unique voice rang out. "I didn't expect Mr. Zhao to also like using the women's restroom."

Having been caught in my shameful affair, what could I say? But it didn't really matter. "I've had too much to drink, and you bumped into me. I'm so sorry,"

I said.

I tried to slip past Gong Feihua and head towards the private room. "Nothing to be sorry about. It's normal for men and women to enjoy each other's company. It's just a pity about that Ziyue,"

Gong Feihua said.

"What do you mean by that?"

I sensed a hidden meaning in her words and stopped.

"Nothing? Didn't you hear her say she doesn't recognize you?"

Gong Feihua crossed her arms, turned slightly to the side, and said to me, "Prostitutes are heartless, actors are unprincipled. That's an irrefutable truth. Just play around and forget about it, don't take it to heart."

Her tone made me very uncomfortable. She continued, "The ridiculous thing is, she still doesn't understand the situation. Does she think everything will be fine just because she's gotten involved with Manager Wang? Haha, really, she doesn't even know who the real deal is."

"Zhao Bo. You can't take a fling seriously, remember that."

Gong Feihua said to my back again.

I had no idea what she was talking about, and feeling a bit annoyed, I ignored her and walked away. I thought about going back to Lu You's private room, but then I decided against it. Gong Feihua's words, "Prostitutes are heartless, actors are unfaithful," kept nagging at me. Does a prostitute's affection really only exist in bed? Ironically, I had actually fallen for her.

I walked towards the exit of the dance hall. As I passed through the lobby, in the dim, dazzling lights, in the center of the crowded dance floor, I could vaguely see Zi Yue dancing closely with Manager Wang. Zi Yue's ambiguous behavior and the manager's ugly face were instantly magnified. A strange feeling came over me, my blood surged, and my mind went blank.

I pushed through the crowd, stepped forward, pulled the fat man away, and punched his round, flabby face hard. I could hear the sound of bones breaking. As Ziyue gasped in shock, he collapsed. I then stomped on his belly twice, kicked it a couple more times, and the ball of flesh rolled on the ground. I didn't look back, walked out through the dispersing crowd, and fled the scene before the dance hall lights were fully on.

I felt no satisfaction at having hit someone. It was raining heavily outside, and I ran without a care. The rain quickly soaked me; I was cold, but my heart was colder. My leather shoes crunched through the rain, the sound mingling with the sonic boom. Sadness, at the moment I least wanted to experience it, pierced through me, tearing open my chest. For some reason, my chaotic mind was filled with the image of Xinran.

Xinran, Xinran, my Xinran, how are you now? Are you alright? Where are you? What kind of life are you living? Ziyue and Xinran's faces blurred together; I couldn't tell them apart. One moment it was Ziyue's cold expression, the next it was Xinran's tearful departure. I felt a sense of madness. I clutched my head and continued running. When I couldn't run anymore, I kicked a trash can repeatedly until it was crumpled and deformed, and I kept kicking it.

Christmas Eve brought me more coldness than anything else.

The next day was Christmas, the weekend. I woke up in the afternoon with a terrible headache. Recalling everything from yesterday felt unreal; many details seemed missing. For example, why did my hand hurt so much? How did the leather shoes by the bed get so ripped? I couldn't remember for a moment. I only felt that I was very unhappy yesterday. This unhappiness continued, spreading, and this state made me very uncomfortable. I decided to cheer myself up, but no matter what I did, I was still unhappy. Bored, I turned on my phone and looked at the missed calls: Lu You, Da Liu, Sun Qian, Ziyue, and the last one was from Gong Feihua. Ziyue called the most, more than ten times.

I took the phone battery out, separated the battery and hands, and threw it haphazardly on the bed. None of these people could make me happy right now.

I took a shower, threw on some clothes haphazardly, and went out the door. I wandered aimlessly, without a goal, a solitary figure, mingling in the noisy crowd. Everywhere were innocent and carefree children, wearing red hats, happily holding balloons, with their mothers' loving smiles beside them. Amidst the noise, all I could hear were joyful voices.

But all of this had nothing to do with me. I couldn't bear to see it, so I left. I walked and walked, smoking when I was tired, finding food when I was hungry, and continuing to walk after I was full. I didn't know what I was looking for. I didn't find happiness, I didn't find joy, and I was just so damn depressed.

I wandered the streets until night fell and the streetlights came on. The darkness concealed everything, including my mood. Passing by a brightly lit shop window, I saw a crystal music box. On top of the box was a crystal jade rabbit, completely transparent and flawless. I looked closely at the crystal rabbit, feeling a sense of déjà vu. The rabbit shimmered with a warm glow. I remembered; Xu Youlan also wore a jade rabbit pendant, and that night, the jade rabbit had been dancing on her soft, warm breasts.

For that little bit of warmth in my heart, I bought the music box for five hundred yuan. The box was carefully wrapped in pink paper, tied with a pretty purple flower knot. I carefully placed the box in a small bag and put it in my pocket. Actually, buying this was a bit inexplicable. Should I give it to her? I thought about it, but I didn't seem to have a reason. Would she refuse? If I gave it to her, she would probably find it a little strange too. I stopped thinking about it and decided to treat it as a small extravagance to comfort myself.

I stepped out of the store, and everywhere I looked, couples were walking hand-in-hand, their faces beaming with happiness. Watching them walk by, embracing and holding hands, I felt an indescribable envy and sadness. I felt utterly alone, the only one in the world. I thought of Zhang Chu's song: "This is a season of love / The air is filled with the scent of lovers / Loneliness is shameful / This is a season of love / Everyone should smile at each other / Embrace and hold each other, that's enough..."

Embrace and hold, that's enough, but where is the love I long for? This time last year, Xinran was still here, and I was the happiest person in the world. This year, however, I'm wandering the streets alone, savoring the desolation of loneliness on this bustling street. Is love truly destined to be unattainable for me?

Passing a movie theater, I inexplicably bought a ticket, choosing a blockbuster film, avoiding any romantic scenes, and went straight in. Later, I realized it was a mistake. I was all alone in the entire movie theater. All the couples were whispering sweet nothings and laughing shyly. I tried to focus on the movie, but I couldn't. Those couples were smarter than me; they knew that choosing a popular movie would make things easier. Soon, many couples started getting restless in the dark. Before long, some discordant sounds began to drift in, making me uneasy. I simply stopped watching the movie and started observing the couples' actions.

The couple in front of me had already reached the practical stage. The woman lifted her skirt and sat on top of her boyfriend, seemingly embracing and intently watching a movie, but in reality, they were already deeply intertwined. At first, they were hesitant to move too much, the woman slowly rubbing against his penis with a back-and-forth motion. Later, as passion deepened, they disregarded everything else and began thrusting. The backdrop of a blockbuster film's explosive scenes served as their lovemaking, the booming explosions providing accompaniment. Then, with the Dolby sound system blaring loudly, they actually cried out. An explosion followed, and the woman screamed, reaching her climax with gasps against the backdrop of the blood and gore on the screen.

I couldn't bear to watch any longer; what was a passionate experience for others became torture for me. I got up to leave when suddenly the movie switched from intense gunfights to a silent theater. A clear, sweet moan rang out, distinctly tinged with pleasure, and the whole theater heard it. Those focused on the film looked around, and in a corner, a couple hurriedly hid. Clearly, they were an inexperienced couple who had forgotten to pay attention to the plot and had given themselves away. Damn, Christmas movie theaters are a nightmare for singles!

I left the theater and checked the time; it was only a little past nine. My stomach rumbled, and I realized I hadn't eaten dinner. I looked around and saw a bakery across the street, next to a coffee shop. I decided to buy some bread to fill my stomach. I crossed the zebra crossing, went into the bakery, bought some bread, and started eating as I walked up the sidewalk. As I walked, I suddenly saw a furtive figure crouching in the shadows next to a car not far ahead. A car thief? It didn't look like her at all; it was clearly a woman. She wore a dark gray cashmere coat, the hem of which was clearly an evening gown peeking out, black stockings, and black high heels with sparkling rhinestones embellishing the edges.

The figure was familiar. I swallowed the last bite of my bread and walked closer. It was Fang Jing, leaning on the hood of her car, peering into the coffee shop. I followed her gaze and saw Fang Jing's husband drinking coffee with the woman I'd seen before, chatting intimately under the floor-to-ceiling windows. Fang Jing looked like she was gritting her teeth, muttering to herself, "...You, Feng Jianhua, Min Yixi, all lovey-dovey, aren't you? Making me feel bad, I'll make you feel bad too... You scumbag, you dog and bitch... You scumbag, you vixen..."

Her eyes seemed to be filled with tears.

"Hey, Manager Fang, what are you doing?"

I called out to her, amused by Fang Jing's furtive glances.

Fang Jing jumped, clearly startled. She turned around and yelled, "Who is it? What are you yelling about? You scared me!"

She calmed down, saw it was me, rolled her eyes, and said, "It's you! You scared me half to death!"

"I didn't mean to scare you..."

I said.

"Okay, okay, stop it. What are you doing here?"

Fang Jing waved her hand.

"Nothing, just taking a walk. I just grabbed something to eat. What about you?"

"Well, I just went to a company party, came out for some fresh air, and saw those two scumbags, so I followed them."

Fang Jing gestured with her chin towards the coffee shop.

"Why didn't you go to the party? What are you doing here?"

I said.

"What's wrong with looking? That bastard was sneaking around, can't I even look?"

Fang Jing rolled her eyes again.

"Who's sneaking around here? They're openly drinking coffee, and you're hiding in the shadows peeking."

I joked.

"Hey, you damn Zhao Bo, I haven't taught you a lesson lately, and you've got some nerve talking to me like that? Just wait till I get my hands on you."

Fang Jing wasn't really bothered by my words; she was just trying to sound tough.

"Alright, alright, I won't say anything more. I'm just a lowly soldier who depends on you to make a living,"

I said.

Fang Jing looked at me, then at the coffee shop, and suddenly a cunning glint flashed in her eyes, as if some idea had taken root in her mind. She said to me, "Are you free? Do me a favor."

"What is it?"

I asked, somewhat puzzled.

Fang Jing looked around, then grabbed my hand and said, "Come on."

She pulled me along, making me run to the entrance of a supermarket. Fang Jing let go of me, told me to wait outside, and went inside. Soon she returned with a long, thin awl, standing at the checkout counter. After paying, she walked up to me and said, "Tonight, I'm going to do something naughty. Do you dare to play with me?"

As if afraid I'd refuse, she added, "A man who refuses isn't a real man."

Is this how you ask for help? Looking at Fang Jing's slightly coercive gaze, how could I dare refuse? I said, "I'm bored right now. I'll risk my life to play with you, beautiful lady. Tell me, what naughty thing to do? Murder, arson, whatever you want."

"Hehe. I knew you wouldn't refuse."

Fang Jing jumped in front of me like a little girl, almost throwing herself into my arms, her face full of excitement. This kind of behavior doesn't seem like something a boss should be doing.

"I don't want you to kill or set fires."

She then leaned close to me, whispering in my ear for a while. Her fresh breath brushed against my face, carrying a hint of sweet alcohol. She was wearing perfume tonight, very light, but pleasantly scented—subtle yet incredibly arousing.

After she finished speaking, I looked at her in surprise and said, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"What? You're scared?"

"You're being silly." "

You! Coward!"

"Who's a coward? Let's do it!"

Even though I knew I'd fallen for her prank, I still agreed to play along.

It turned out that what Fang Jing had told me was to use the awl she bought to puncture her husband's car tires and then watch the show from the sidelines. Such a childish prank—how could she come up with it, and be so enthusiastic about it?

Seeing that I had agreed, Fang Jing grabbed my hand and started to walk towards the parking lot. "Let's go, I know that jerk's car. Come on. Let's give him a piece of our minds tonight."

"Wait a minute,"

I pointed to the awl in her hand and said, "You're not thinking of puncturing a car's tubeless tire with this little awl, are you?"

"Isn't this thing useful?"

Fang Jing asked curiously.

"It's not that it's useless, but you need to make a big hole in a tubeless tire. A small hole usually won't do much, the car can still be driven, just keep it at a low speed,"

I said.

"Then what do we do now? Where are we going to get a bigger one?"

Fang Jing said dejectedly, seeing that things might fall through.

I looked around and saw a military surplus store not far away. I had an idea. I said to Fang Jing, "Wait for me, I'll be right back."

I ran to the military surplus store, looked around, and sure enough, they had a replica of a triangular scraper. The blade was angular, with three blood grooves and a cylindrical blade. I bought one for 150 yuan. It hurt, but for a beautiful woman, it was worth the money.

I carefully ran back with the scraper. This knife was a replica of a triangular military dagger; getting stabbed with it would be terrible, the wound would be very difficult to stitch. I took the knife out of its nylon sheath, waved it at Fang Jing, and said to her, "You need to use this, the triangular scraper."

Fang Jing looked at what I had in my hand; it was indeed much more powerful than the awl she had. She giggled, tossed the awl into a nearby trash can, and said, "I knew you wouldn't let me down."

Fang Jing tried to take the scraper from me, but I didn't give it to her, saying, "I'll take this. Punctures tires are hard work; I can handle it."

Fang Jing gave me a wink and nodded.

Without further ado, Fang Jing and I went to the parking lot. The security guard at the entrance, seeing us go in, assumed we were retrieving our car and didn't think much of it. We quickly found Fang Jing's husband's car, an Audi A6. Fang Jing stood guard in the driveway while I sneaked inside to do my job. I stabbed each of the two rear tires several times, and the air quickly went out. I winked at Fang Jing, indicating I was done. Fang Jing, however, pointed to the two front tires, urging me to hurry. Damn, Fang Jing really went all out; she punctured all four tires. I hurriedly went to the front of the car and punctured both tires. Fang Jing wasn't done yet; she made scraping motions on the car body. I understood and used a scraper to scrape the car body several times, leaving clear scratches. Seeing this, Fang Jing smiled at me with satisfaction, held up two fingers and wagged them in a victory sign, her expression one of indescribable joy and excitement.

This was no place to linger, so Fang Jing and I ran through another exit and escaped the parking lot. (
Chapter 30, December 1st

) Fang Jing pulled me into a park next to the parking lot. I didn't know where she was taking me, but I followed her deeper and deeper. Many of the trees in the park were evergreen; the cold winter hadn't caused them to shed their leaves, making them very lush. The bushes were almost entirely green, and along the way, countless pairs of wild mandarin ducks were startled. I almost tripped over a hairy black thigh sticking out of the grass. As we approached, the undulating grass immediately straightened, revealing several women in long or short skirts sitting upright on their boyfriends' laps. I was certain their genitals were still attached. They glared at Fang Jing and me, clearly furious at our intrusion. If those men were willing to pull out their penises, Fang Jing and I would have been sprawled out on the spot.

Finally, we reached a small hill near the park wall. Fang Jing plopped down on the grass in front of a clump of bushes, panting heavily. I looked over the wall. Fang Jing was quick-witted; she'd found this spot so fast, offering a perfect view of the open-air parking lot and being close to one of the exits. She seemed eagerly anticipating the show. I sat down next to her. She was thoroughly enjoying something so boring; I was truly impressed.

Looking at Fang Jing, who was staring wide-eyed at the parking lot, I said, "Do you find doing something like this really that interesting?"

"Yeah, it's exciting. It reminds me of stealing grapes from the neighbor's house when I was a kid. Wow, it's so much fun,"

Fang Jing said without looking up.

The Audi A6 was still lying there quietly. Had Feng Jianhua and Min Yixi not finished their coffee yet?

Or where did they go after finishing their coffee? In any case, they hadn't returned.

I didn't disturb Fang Jing's focused observation. Bored, I looked around. Tonight was a rare clear winter night. Thousands of stars were densely packed, emitting a cold, silent light. The streetlights outside the wall cast a clear, bright glow on the spot where Fang Jing and I were sitting. It was dark all around, and the bushes of varying heights stood serenely and solemnly against the dim light. It was very quiet, with only the fragrance of the night in the air.

As time passed, Fang Jing's initial excitement turned into impatience, and she gradually stopped paying attention to the car.

With nothing to do, Fang Jing and I started chatting. We talked about recent events and then reminisced about our childhood. Fang Jing, on the surface, seemed like the well-behaved, cute, and beloved girl, the kind of girl parents and teachers adored. But secretly, she was a bully, a troublemaker, always picking on her friends and playing pranks. She was always the one who got caught, and it was always surprising who it was her fault – something she was most proud of during our chat. As for me, I was a complete slob – skipping classes, truant, failing to hand in homework, bullying girls, and a whole host of other unsavory acts. Compared to her, Fang Jing always managed to escape punishment, while I was always caught red-handed. Finally, she concluded that I was reckless and impulsive, while she was wise and intelligent. She chuckled smugly after making that conclusion.

I laughed and said to Fang Jing, "You call yourself wise and clever? You're just cunning and treacherous."

"You're the cunning and treacherous one!"

Fang Jing stopped laughing and said with a hint of anger, "How dare you call me cunning and treacherous? I'll make you pay."

I continued to tease her, saying, "You are cunning and treacherous, not only cunning and treacherous, but also two-faced. And..."

"And what... Tell me, tell me, if you dare say it again, see how I deal with you."

Fang Jing turned her body to the side and said, seemingly annoyed, but with a smile on her face.

I found her expression very funny, ignored her warning, and continued to tease her, saying, "I knew it, what's wrong with you? You are absolutely the real deal, how do you say it, right, it's... all show and no substance."

As soon as I finished speaking, a small fist came at me. I knew she would have this move, how could I let her hit me? I gently grabbed the wrist that was hitting me, and her other fist came at me. I quickly lay down on the grass to dodge it. Seeing that her two punches missed, Fang Jing, in a panic, straddled my lap, leaned down, and the fist came at her a second time. I quickly reached out and grabbed her wrist with my other hand.

I exclaimed, "Hey, you're really going to hit me?" "

So what if I hit you? Dare to call me treacherous and cunning, then I'll hit you,"

Fang Jing continued, laughing, her face still showing playful excitement, as she tried to break free from my grasp.

Because Fang Jing leaned down so low to hit me, and with both hands held by me, we were suddenly very close. Her dark, bright eyes were looking at me very close, her rosy lips were smiling lightly, and her pretty face, illuminated by the dim light, was absolutely stunning. I couldn't help but stare, mesmerized.

Her breasts, almost touching my chest, heaving slightly, were so alluringly full and incredibly elastic that even through several layers of clothing, I could feel their strength. My desire was aroused; I felt a little suffocated. Just then, an untimely sound came from the bushes not far away. A woman's moans of intense pleasure echoed one after another, clear and delicate, with trembling trails at the end. Fang Jing and I temporarily stopped our struggle and turned to find the source of the sound. The bushes were dark, and we couldn't see anything, but the sound showed no sign of stopping, relentlessly assaulting our eardrums. We turned our heads, our eyes meeting. A blush rose on Fang Jing's face, and then that blush slowly spread.

Soon, Fang Jing's face was completely red, and she struggled even harder. She must have realized that our position was too intimate and wanted to break free from me. However, the perfect night, the beautiful woman, the alluring position, and the lewd moans had already overwhelmed my mind. I gripped Fang Jing's hand even tighter, rolled over, and pinned her beneath me. My face was pressed against hers; her breath was ragged, and her fragrant scent wafted over me. I almost fainted on the spot.

Her full breasts rose and fell with her breath, her body twisting and turning. She dared not look at me, her face turned away, muttering, "...You damn Zhao Bo, let me go...let me go now...I'll make you pay..." But I could hear the lack of resolve in her voice, no resistance or refusal whatsoever; her feigned resistance was so obvious. I understood perfectly, turning my head slightly to find her lips, kissing them, making the final decision for her, stripping away her last shred of reserve.

Her clear, red lips were parched and thirsty. At first, she feigned a slight struggle, but finally she melted away, giving up, her body limp and boneless, her small hands gently resting on the grass, her whole being falling silent.

I kissed her gently, our lips meeting, our tongues darting around. I released her hands; she tried to cry out but couldn't, and playfully slapped my chest with her small hands in annoyance. I remained unmoved, continuing my kisses with smacking sounds. Slowly, her lips returned my touch, clear saliva overflowing, a blissful expression spreading across her face.

Later, her hands stopped slapping, gently hooking around my neck and pressing down, allowing my kiss to deepen. Our tongues, like two joyful little snakes, intertwined, coiled, and danced, lost in the fragrant embrace of our lips and tongues.

I lifted Fang Jing's head with one hand, slightly turning my body to create a gap between us, and with the other hand, I unbuttoned her coat, opening it wide. I quickly found the opening of her low-cut dress, and my large hand slipped inside. Her full breasts met my hand—she wasn't wearing a bra? This slut doesn't like wearing one?

No, there was something stuck to her nipple, like a membrane. I knew what it was. I peeled it off and pulled it out. I held a flesh-colored nipple cover in my hand. While continuing to kiss Fang Jing, I waved the nipple cover in front of her eyes. Fang Jing's eyes widened in anger. I pressed her head down, not giving her a chance to take her mouth away from me, and then flung the nipple cover behind her. Fang Jing slapped my back again, whimpering through her muffled mouth. Ha, this little girl is still embarrassed even after all this.

My hand found the other nipple cover, pulled it out, waved it at her, and tossed it away. I ignored the light pats on her back, and my large hand slipped back under her skirt, roaming over her breasts—soft, smooth, and incredibly pleasurable. I pushed down, pulling the low-cut skirt off, revealing her two bouncing breasts. My hands continued to fondle and squeeze, kneading and pinching them wildly. With Fang Jing's moans, one nipple hardened and sprang up, peeking out from between my outstretched fingers.

Above, my lips kissed incessantly; below, my hands rubbed relentlessly; the kisses were passionate, the rubbing frantic. Fang Jing's face and chest quickly burned, the heat astonishing. The rapidly rising lust overwhelmed her; she was no longer able to resist my advances, letting me do as I pleased.

My hands quickly left her breasts, groping across the smooth silk dress, lifting the hem, and reaching up her thighs. First, I felt the smooth texture of the stockings, then the undulating folds of the lace trim, and finally, a thin garter belt running through her smooth skin. I moved my hand to her inner thigh, then upwards, where a few pubic hairs peeking out from her panties touched my hand. Then I pressed against the full, warm mound in the center, and Fang Jing let out a muffled "oh" in my mouth, her eyes wide with terror.

I gently rubbed and kneaded, and from the full mound flowed a stream of honey-like fluid. The vaginal fluid quickly soaked the small triangle of fabric. I pulled the fabric down into a thin ribbon, tightening it around the center, and teased it between the full labia. I could feel the fleshy opening of the vagina slightly contracting and expanding, the glans pushing and squeezing. A gush of fluid welled up, flowing down the ribbon and easily wetting my fingers.

I put the fabric back in its original position, rubbed my palm against the vagina a few times, and then, through the thin fabric, inserted a finger. A surge of even hotter fluid welled up; the meager fabric couldn't block the trickling heat. As my finger continued to probe, the fluid quickly covered my finger, some dripping onto my palm. Full and juicy—that was my assessment of Fang Jingmei's vagina.

After a period of passionate kissing and caressing, Fang Jing in my arms was completely intoxicated, lost in an overwhelming sea of desire, her body limp and powerless. I was also burning with desire. I gently laid Fang Jing flat on the grass, my lips leaving hers. I quickly unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, half-pushed down my trousers, pulled down my shorts, and took out my already taut, long penis. I stroked it in front of Fang Jing, making it fully erect, and finally pressed it down, letting it spring back to its original shape, demonstrating its excellent elasticity.

Fang Jing looked at me quietly, her face a mixture of anger and annoyance, letting me work my penis until it was thick and large. Perhaps it was the quiet night, or perhaps she wasn't drunk tonight, but she seemed very quiet, lacking the frenzy of our lovemaking in her room that night. But the burning hunger in her eyes betrayed her, and her slightly trembling body showed her impatience; she was waiting for me to penetrate her.

I knelt between her legs, and without any prompting, she obediently raised her thighs high, spreading them wide apart. She used her hands to pull aside the fabric of her panties, revealing a beautiful vulva glistening with lustful moisture. She pressed her hand against it, touching herself a few times, then used two fingers to separate her labia, revealing the wet, fleshy white opening.

I pounced on the little lamb on the grass like a hungry tiger, impatiently grasping my penis with one hand and inserting it into her hot passage. With just a gentle poke, Fang Jing let out a muffled moan as if she had been waiting for a thousand years. The hot fluid that had been surging around her vagina concentrated and enveloped her, and the messy folds of flesh cheered with satisfied desire, thirstily surrounding, entwining, and twisting. With just a gentle thrust, I easily brought a wave of comfortable pleasure. I groaned, hugged Fang Jing tightly, and lifted her off the grass. Her legs hooked powerfully back and hung on either side of my bare waist and hips. The stockings lightly covering her small feet gently rubbed against my skin with each thrust, the silky texture intertwining with the pleasure of my penis, creating an indescribable bliss.

I thrust gently, and Fang Jing nestled in my arms, moaning softly. Her small hands gently unbuttoned my shirt, stroking my broad chest. Her face was pressed tightly against my chest; she listened to my heartbeat, felt my masculine scent. She inhaled deeply, breathing in my virile aroma, her heart trembling with intoxication. The night was clear, a gentle breeze blowing. A few strands of Fang Jing's hair hung down behind her head, swaying gently. I couldn't tell if it was the wind or the thrusting that made them move. On this lonely Christmas Eve,

two wounded souls unexpectedly came together. What could be more comforting than sex? Everywhere was filled with the joys and sorrows of lovemaking. Whether it was right or wrong was no longer important; what mattered was that everything tonight was perfect. A man and a woman embraced and entwined, one hard as iron, the other soft and warm, easily igniting and melting each other, merging into one another, indistinguishable.

I held Fang Jing tightly, quickening the thrusting of my penis. I needed the pleasure of an orgasm to elevate the passion of the night. Fang Jing's moans grew louder, her small hands gripping my pectoral muscles, her long hair swinging even more wildly. I wanted the woman in my arms to be happier, happier than ever. My thick, erect penis, forming a perfectly round cylinder, fully stretched the opening of her vagina. The glans moved back and forth in the almost seamless, moist vagina, the folds of flesh turning and the bulging clitoris stimulating it relentlessly. Finally, my entire penis reached its boiling point, and a torrent of hot semen shot out, shooting into the very center of Fang Jing's world, where an even hotter, molten flow awaited.

Fang Jing and I both succumbed to the ecstasy of orgasm. Fang Jing's face was flushed, drenched in sweat, while I panted heavily, drenched in sweat. Fang Jing's body stiffened, tense, and she let out a final soft moan, the sound carrying the lingering afterglow of climax. I turned to look; her two raised, stockinged feet were arched upwards into a crescent shape, the sexy arches of her feet, lightly wrapped in black stockings, slightly detached from the edges of her shoes, the slender metal heels piercing the sky, above which lay a dazzling night sky dotted with stars. Could there be a more perfect climax than this? No, there shouldn't be.

I straightened up and pulled out my still-erect penis. A series of soft, popping sounds followed, and Fang Jing's vagina reacted rapidly. Suddenly, with a "pop," a stream of clear or whitish liquid gushed out, spraying a high spray. Fang Jing clearly hadn't expected to squirt in front of me. She frantically pressed her hands against the fountain, but the frantic pressing only intensified the stimulation. The jet of liquid continued to gush out, and Fang Jing's lower body contorted. Her slender fingers couldn't stop the gushing liquid; it sprayed everywhere. I had to keep a distance from her. Fang Jing's black stockings quickly became soaked with the overflowing liquid, some of it trickling down her lightly stocked calves.

I was stunned. Do extremely horny women squirt when they let loose?

I stared in disbelief, while Fang Jing was panicked and overwhelmed with shame. Finally, when the gushing stopped, she collapsed to the ground, eyes tightly shut. Ignoring the fluid spilled on the grass, I bent down and held the limp Fang Jing in my arms. Her body was ice-cold, only my heart pounded. She hadn't recovered from that intense orgasm for a long time. Looking at her flushed, now pale face, and the mess of fluid beneath her, I thought to myself, "Fang Jing can not only ejaculate during masturbation, but now she can even ejaculate during intercourse! Heh, she's really something else!" I gently stroked her still slightly throbbing vulva, hoping it would calm down quickly, quietly waiting for Fang Jing to wake up.

With a soft moan, Fang Jing woke up, slowly opening her eyes. She looked at me, and I looked at her. To ease her awkwardness, I smiled easily and said, "You can spray too? I like it."

Hearing this, Fang Jing struggled violently in my arms, her small hands hitting my chest hard—it hurt. But I held her tighter, and her struggles were futile. Eventually, she stopped struggling, her small hands weakly pounding my chest a couple more times. Then, her eyelashes fluttered, and she looked at me again and again, saying, "Zhao Bo, I...I love you."

After saying this, she buried her head deeply in my chest, not daring to look at me again.

Chapter 31 Xinran's Diary

I felt a surge of impulse and excitement. Looking at the beautiful woman in my arms, I thought I should be content. I shifted my embrace slightly, wanting to see Fang Jing's face, wanting to tell her what was in my heart. Fang Jing raised her head, her delicate and shy face even more captivating in the dim light. I opened my mouth to speak, but she placed a finger on my lips, "Don't say anything, don't say anything."

Fang Jing stopped me from speaking.

"Why won't you let me speak?"

I asked gently.

"I know what you want to say. You don't need to say anything, just let me speak."

"I want to say..."

"Listen to me first, okay?"

Fang Jing gently stroked my chest with one hand and said slowly, "Zhao Bo, I'm not a perfect person. I shouldn't have these feelings for you. I know I shouldn't, but I can't stop myself. When I was at my loneliest and most in need of help, you gave me warmth. You made me feel that my world wasn't so cold. You are a person I can rely on and trust. My love for you, although it's only a little, makes me feel that my heart is not dead, that I still have hope."

"But my heart can't take a new...new love yet. Actually, I still care about that person, that bastard. Even though he treated me like that, I still hope he'll change his mind someday. I don't know what's wrong with me. If I stopped caring about him, I wouldn't stalk him, I wouldn't think about revenge, and I wouldn't delay divorcing him. He was my first love. He was truly the first person to enter my life, but he didn't know that, he didn't believe it, he was too arrogant. Before I could completely get rid of him, I fell in love with you. I'm so selfish, so very selfish."

I saw tears welling up in Fang Jing's eyes, almost spilling over.

"Zhao Bo, I don't deserve your love. That day, when you were drunk in my room, what we did was actually for a purpose. I was heartbroken then, and you warmed me up, but in my heart, I was thinking about finding someone to take my body from. I needed to find balance in front of him, so that when I faced him, I wouldn't think about how good I was, I could find an excuse to forgive him, and I could convince myself. Tell me, wasn't I selfish, using you like that?"

After saying this, a few tears slid down Fang Jing's cheeks, and I reached out and gently wiped them away for her.

Fang Jing continued, "I thought that after that night, nothing would happen, and I could face him again without fear. Later, I went to see Jianhua several times, but it always ended in a big fight. I'm so selfish. Only after being hurt by him do I think of you again, of the warmth you gave me that night, and that makes me feel a little better. That day in the store, even his lover tried to hit me in front of him. I knew then that things were unlikely to work out between us, and slowly, you became more and more important in my heart."

"I'm sorry, Zhao Bo. I was too selfish. I'm confused and conflicted right now. I can't give you my heart completely yet, but I'll give you my body. If you want it, I'll give it to you. I'm sorry, Zhao Bo, don't be sad or feel sorry for me. I'm a devoted person, and I only wanted to live a loving life with a man, but fate has played a cruel trick on me. In other people's eyes, I'm just a second-hand woman. I can't let you cling to me like this, broken and worn. You have so many beautiful things to pursue. My broken heart and damaged body are not something you should be attached to. I can love you, but your love cannot be placed here with me. I will try to find your ex-girlfriend. If you're willing, I will do my best to bring her back to your side. Or, if there's anyone else you love, I'll help you with that too."

The night was quiet, and my heart was surging. What Fang Jing said didn't matter to me. I didn't care at all; it only made me feel more sorry for her.

"I love you, but I don't ask for the same in return. I just hope that when I need it, you can comfort me."

Fang Jing looked at me affectionately.

"No, even so, I still love her so much..."

I grew increasingly agitated, wanting only to tell her what was in my heart, to tell her that even so, I still loved her.

But Fang Jing's small hand covered my mouth again, saying, "Please don't do this, okay? Don't make me feel guilty, it will make me very sad. Let's... let's... let's stay as we are, okay? That way I won't feel guilty, I won't feel like I've defiled the sacredness in my heart, that way I'll feel better. Don't say anything, don't say anything at all, if you say it I won't be able to bear it, I won't be able to handle it, please don't say anything, even if you want to say it, you must bury it in your heart, say it later. If it really comes to that, I will be willing to hear it a thousand times, ten thousand times, until the sea dries up and the rocks crumble. But now, don't say anything..."

Fang Jing lowered her head in my arms, my hand stroked her face, tears streaming down her face, very wet. I gently wiped them away, trying to dry them, but I couldn't wipe them all away, my heart ached again. This Fang Jing was such a devoted woman, so devoted that she couldn't accept a new love.

I looked up, the sky filled with countless stars shining silently, the night sky seeming very distant.

I didn't know what to say, I just held Fang Jing quietly. After what seemed like an eternity, Fang Jing stirred; she tried to stand up. Suddenly, a pink box fell from my arms, wedged against Fang Jing's bare chest. The box was partially torn, revealing a glittering crystal rabbit. Fang Jing picked up the box, looked at it, but asked nothing. She rewrapped the rabbit for me, gently placed it back in my pocket, pressed it against my chest through my clothes, and said, "The gift is beautiful; any girl would love it. Let's rewrap it when we get back."

After that, Fang Jing and I stopped caring about Feng Jianhua's car. That night, I drove home. Fang Jing was beside me, turning to look at me every now and then. Her gaze seemed filled with deep affection, yet also with a hint of sorrow. We didn't speak again until the car reached my building. We got out, and as our bodies brushed against each other, she and I embraced, reluctant to part. When we had to separate, we kissed deeply. Her body in my arms was so soft, almost unreal. Some say there's an unbearable lightness of being; love is the same! Perhaps Fang Jing just wanted a place to temporarily store her love, but she didn't make room for new love, and I was that person she was storing it for. If that's the case, then let me carefully preserve it for her.

I woke up the next day at noon, feeling somewhat dazed. I had gone to bed very late last night. I was confused and bewildered by this sudden feeling, especially by Fang Jing's ambiguous words, which left me feeling lost.

After entering the house, I first took a shower, then smoked, drank a can of Coke while surfing the internet, chatting idly on a few QQ accounts, and played World of Warcraft for a while. My undead mage got wrecked several times by a human rogue in Nagrand, so I logged off in frustration. I made two packets of instant noodles, fried two eggs, ate them all, and then lay on the sofa watching TV. I flipped through dozens of channels, found nothing interesting, and turned it off out of boredom. The room instantly went dark. The light streaming in from the window was cold and bright on my face. All around was silent, and I suddenly felt lonely. I didn't know where this loneliness came from. Just a few hours ago, I had been intimate with Fang Jing, and we were so affectionate. Why did I feel lonely? I stared blankly out the window. A cold wind blew in.

I couldn't figure it out. Unable to think of anything, I started to guess. Later, I came up with a possibility—of course, just a possibility—that I should find someone to marry. I needed to stop being alone in this house. I kept reflecting on myself and thinking about Fang Jing, and found myself inexplicably regretting why I hadn't met her sooner. Because in every way, Fang Jing was the ideal partner I'd always dreamed of—her intelligence and competence, her passionate devotion, and her fiery passion in bed. Once a woman possesses so many excellent qualities, it's almost impossible for a man caught in her web to escape. Of course, her perverted husband, obsessed with virgins, is an exception.

I idly glanced at the women I knew. Xinran was undoubtedly the closest to my home, yet she left me. Sun Qian might be willing, but I was confident I couldn't outmaneuver her. I didn't even realize when I'd become so arrogant. As for Fang Jing, based on her unique rejection, she wasn't the one yet. Xu Youlan—I thought of Xu Youlan. I was moved, but it wasn't love yet. Ziyue—I even thought of Ziyue. I'd only known her for a few days. Shangguan Yunqing? She was as far away as the moon in the sky.

It seems these are the root of my loneliness. Finding a partner isn't easy, though some people don't have it as difficult as I do. Recently, a divorced British man named Bond met a blonde beauty named Alex in a bar in Alaska. In just seventeen hours, they went from meeting to dating to marriage. How could they legally be together so quickly?

I'm trying to find the quickest way to legally be with a woman, but I can't.

Generally, I like to read when I can't figure something out. There's always something to learn in books; maybe I can find the answer there. Last night, I tried to look it up, hoping to find the answer, or at least to hypnotize myself and fall asleep quickly. However, in an inconspicuous corner of the bookshelf, I found a notebook that looked like a book. I thought it was a book, but when I picked it up, I realized it was a notebook—more accurately, a diary, a diary of Xinran that I had long forgotten but which still existed. The diary started when I met Xinran.

I felt calm and composed, so I opened my diary and began to read it like a novel.

March 28th, Sunday, sunny. After a month of continuous rain, the sun finally came out today. In the evening, I went to see a performance by a newly formed band from our school. It was the first time I had seen the lead singer of that band, Zhao Bo. As I and countless audience members were stunned by his brilliant performance, we couldn't help but sigh: How could I have met such a dashing and elegant person, with such a moving voice, tonight?

April 1st, Thursday, sunny. April Fool's Day. My roommates all went out to play pranks on the boys, leaving me alone. The moonlight gently streamed in, and I stared at my phone's screen, at a blurry face taken without my knowledge, over and over again. I definitely have a lingerie fetish, or maybe some kind of narcissism. I like to lie quietly in the dark, wearing thin stockings, lace panties, and a silk bra, savoring the slight tightness of the stockings, the way the panties fit snugly, and the feeling of the bra enveloping me. I lie on the bed, my flesh-colored stockinged feet gently rubbing against each other, a surge of heat rushing upwards, sweeping across my thighs, gathering at my groin. My lower body swells with heat, my slender fingers rubbing against each other through the barely visible fabric. A sudden orgasm pierces my lower body, a spasmodic contraction, a trickle of heat spreading from my lower abdomen throughout my body. I pant softly, deeply immersed in the quagmire of orgasm, a handsome, captivating face at the center of my dazzling world.

April 5th, Monday, sunny. Torment, torment. He's already missed too many opportunities. I've decided to stop waiting for that fool to pay attention to me; I need a chance to get to know him. His classroom was downstairs from mine. After school, I stood in the corridor holding an English book, a thick copy of *Jane Eyre* resting on the railing. My eyes were fixed on the floor below. I saw him, slowly walking out of the building. Seizing the opportunity, I pushed the book off the railing. Like a volley of Cupid's arrows, it struck the fool hard on the head. He looked up, clutching his head, and saw me feigning surprise. A look of astonishment spread across his face, which was contorted with pain. He picked up the book, came upstairs, and handed it to me, saying, "Can I borrow this book?"

His words made me realize he wasn't as stupid as I'd thought, and I felt a touch of pride in my little trick succeeding.

April 16th, Friday, sunny. Lately, I've bought a lot of books; I buy whatever he hasn't read.

He almost always comes to return a book within two days, then borrows another. The books he returned looked untouched, without a single crease. I didn't know if he hadn't read them at all, or if he simply cherished them too much. Whenever I recounted the exciting parts of those books, he listened silently without offering any opinion. Tonight was our first date. In the school's grove, we walked side-by-side around and around. My feet were getting tired, and my stockings were soaked with sweat. He was still walking. I turned back to tell him we needed to rest, but as I turned, I realized our faces were very close. Time seemed to stand still; only our breathing could be heard. Moonlight filtered through the treetops onto his face. He kissed my lips. I wanted to refuse, but he held me, pushing me against a large tree. My whole body trembled as if electrocuted. His lips were thick and soft, enveloping my small mouth, as warm as his embrace. Without needing any stimulation, a surge of heat welled up inside me; soon, my lower body felt as wet and hot as my stockinged feet.

April 30th, Friday, cloudy with rain. These past few days, I've had a premonition that something is going to happen. Every time this premonition comes, my heart races, and my palms sweat profusely. That evening, we had dinner at a restaurant. Ignoring the light rain, we chased and played around in the city center square for a long time. Later, the rain intensified, and he took my hand and climbed the bell tower of a church not far from the square. It was empty; only a gentle breeze and the sound of raindrops filled the air. The surrounding scenery was like a filtered oil painting, hazy yet exquisite. He embraced me, his lips covering my struggling, yet elusive mouth. His large hands slipped inside my dress, kneading my soft breasts. I felt my nipples growing hotter and hotter, then erect. Annoyed, I tried to pry his hands away, but he pulled them away, instead lifting my dress and running his hand down my silky thigh to my genitals. A wet, rubbing sound filled the air, and my heart pounded, my blood rushing. He deftly pulled down my panties, haphazardly stuffed them into his back pocket, lifted one of my legs, and hastily pulled out his hard, enormous thing, thrusting it in. It mistakenly pressed against my anus, trying to push further in. Frustrated, I pushed it back, grabbed it, and placed it into my warm, moist passage. The astonishingly large organ made me throb with pain. "Ah, it hurts—" I cried out. "Ah, it hurts—" He slowed down, allowing me to rest my head on his shoulder. The pain was instantly replaced by a surge of pleasure. A crimson sea of lust engulfed me. I floated up and fell, my gaze a mixture of love and hate, as a half-exposed lace panty swayed incessantly on his slightly upturned buttocks, never stopping, swaying like that all night long…

I thought I would be at peace with myself, indifferent, but I was wrong. I found no solution to my current loneliness in the diary. I couldn't even finish reading it; just the beginning was enough to make my heart ache terribly. Those beautiful memories of the past felt like thousands of needles piercing my heart, one after another, relentless and unstoppable. I'm reaping what I sowed, asking for trouble, foolishly testing whether my heart was harder or the knife of emotion was sharper—undoubtedly the latter was indestructible. I finally understand that love can end, but it can never be forgotten. Fang Jing's infatuation perhaps gave her a deeper understanding of this.

As I rinsed my mouth, I went through my thoughts and feelings since returning home last night. Looking at my slightly dark-circled reflection in the mirror, I wondered, if Xinran and Fang Jing appeared before me at the same time, would I still be as impulsive as I was in the park last night, ready to confess my feelings? I couldn't arrive at any definitive answer to this hypothesis, leading me to another conclusion: looking back only results in a tangled mess, while looking forward is the only bright and smooth path.

Chapter 32 Yunqing's Visit

While I was still lost in thought, a series of urgent knocks sounded at the door. Usually, it was either Lu You or Sun Qian who came to see me, but Sun Qian had a key, so it must be Lu You. I lazily opened the door, and a beautiful figure stood outside. I almost jumped up, my mouth agape. It was Shangguan Yunqing! Beneath her long, wavy hair was a delicate and charming face. I felt a little dizzy, and a huge question mark arose in my mind about her visit.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?"

Shangguan Yunqing's tone was somewhat cold, and her expression was unfriendly.

"Oh, please come in!"

I opened the door wider, and Shangguan Yunqing walked in. Only then did I realize I was only wearing thermal underwear, and my crotch was bulging out in a huge hem. I felt a headache coming on. Without even exchanging pleasantries with Shangguan Yunqing, I immediately fled into my room, picked up my pants and clothes from the floor, and hastily put them on. I looked like I'd been caught red-handed at a prostitute.

I appeared in the living room, sweating slightly. Shangguan Yunqing was still standing there, arms crossed, casually looking at the animal stickers Sun Qian had put up on the wall.

"Please sit down!"

I said, picking up a pile of clothes that hadn't been washed for days from the sofa and throwing them onto the bed in the room.

Shangguan Yunqing gave me a cold look, sat down on the sofa, and I poured a glass of water for her, saying, "Please have some water."

I felt a little uneasy, wondering what Shangguan Yunqing wanted to see me about.

"No need to trouble yourself,"

Shangguan Yunqing said, a hint of scrutiny in her eyes. "I wanted to look for you yesterday, but I couldn't get through to you on the phone, so I had to come over today. I won't beat around the bush; I just have a few questions for you, and I'll leave after I'm done."

"Go ahead,"

I said .

"What exactly did you do the night before last?"

Shangguan Yunqing asked.

"The night before last?"

I asked, somewhat puzzled.

I composed myself and said, "I was performing in the square with some band members, and then we went to a nightclub, booked a private room, and drank until very late."

"Is that all? Anything else?"

she asked again, her legs crossed, her slender fingers resting on her upper knee, her black stockinged legs and silver-gray high heels swaying slightly.

"That's about it,"

I thought to myself. She probably didn't need to mention the other messy things, but I had a feeling she came for those things. Gong Feihua? It must have been her who told her what she saw that night; their relationship was so good, it was normal for them to exchange information.

Just as I suspected, Shangguan Yunqing wasn't going to let it go. "You don't want to talk about it, and I know that. There's no need to hide anything from me. I know everything; Gong Feihua has already told me. But you're in big trouble, you know that?"

I was a little confused. That night, I just slept with a bar girl and hit someone. Was it really that serious? I'd done plenty of assaults with Lu You, and no one had ever come looking for me. I even paid for the Ziyue I slept with. I was still puzzled.

"Let's put everything else aside for now and talk about the assault you did at the nightclub. Do you know who you hit?"

Shangguan Yunqing asked.

"No,"

I replied bluntly. I thought to myself, who cares who it is? I hit them, so what?

"You answered so easily,"

Shangguan Yunqing glared at me, took a sip of water, and said, "That guy is the manager of a modeling agency. The company isn't big or small, that's not the point. His brother is the key. His brother is Wang Rentian, a prominent figure in the N City real estate industry. Ever heard of him? You hit his younger brother, Wang Rentian."

After Shangguan Yunqing finished speaking, she coldly observed my reaction. I didn't say anything, but in my heart, I was thinking, "I really hit a rich guy, and he's got quite a background." Shangguan Yunqing continued, "You broke his nose and two ribs, and you're just sitting here like nothing happened. You're just ignorant and fearless. If it were anyone else, they would have been running around in a panic, not knowing what to do."

I was stunned. That guy was so easily beaten up; he was badly injured in just a few blows. But since I'd already hit him, it was only natural that he would come looking for trouble. I said, "I know I was wrong to hit him, but it's already happened. What's done is done. I'll just pay him back."

Shangguan Yunqing sneered and said, "Pay back? Heh, that's hilarious. You think it's that easy to pay back? Let me tell you, although the Wang family isn't exactly all-powerful in N City, they're not people anyone can bully. Anyone who dares to cross them doesn't have an easy time."

"A few years ago, a couple somehow offended Wang Rentian, and he used every means to break them up. At first, their business failed, they couldn't find work, and shady characters kept coming to their door to cause trouble. Eventually, he bought their place and sent people to make them move out the very next day. During the Spring Festival, in the freezing cold, the couple had to sleep on the streets. Later, he framed the husband and got him imprisoned, and they divorced. Although the story made the media, after the storm passed, the man still served 10 years in prison."

"Is there no law anymore? This is a society governed by law,"

I said.

Hearing my answer, Shangguan Yunqing said somewhat angrily, "You blockhead! Do you really not know, or are you pretending? Do you think that as long as there's a law, everything is fine? Playing the law is a completely different game for the rich and the poor. Let's not even talk about the loopholes and gray areas that the law can't cover. Take the legal aspects, for example. You're working at the company now. With Wang Rentian's abilities, through certain connections, if he wanted you to be unable to work tomorrow, I don't think it would be difficult. At worst, he could hire some people to set a trap for you today, trip you up tomorrow, making your life and work miserable. Or he could have someone break both your legs and give you a couple of stitches in your head. There are plenty of people willing to stand up for him. Once you cross him, whether openly or secretly, you can protect yourself today, but you can't protect yourself tomorrow. You've crossed his brother now, which is the same as crossing him. Do you understand?"

The so-called equality for all is nonsense. Since ancient times, the rich and powerful have been the masters, while the powerless can only cower in fear. That's how we little people are seen by the rich. I admit that what Shangguan Yunqing said might be true, but I still feel uncomfortable and embarrassed. I wanted to say something, but I realized that what I wanted to say would probably sound like something out of a cesspool to Shangguan Yunqing, so I kept quiet. I remained silent, thinking to myself, if it really comes to that, I'm not one to be trifled with. Even a rabbit will bite when cornered. When I get angry, I don't care if it's the emperor or not; I'll pull him down and beat him up.

Shangguan Yunqing must have noticed the embarrassment on my face. She paused for a moment and said, "I came today partly to tell you the seriousness of the situation, and partly to discuss how to resolve this. We're friends now, and seeing you've gotten into trouble, I wanted to help if I could. I'm doing this for your own good."

I could hear the sincerity in Shangguan Yunqing's words, but for the sake of my last shred of manly pride, I said, "Thank you for your kindness, but I think I'm the one who caused this trouble. I should just..."

"...Stop talking. How can you be like this? Someone came to you out of kindness, and you're already shameless. You're still worried about your reputation. If things go wrong, who knows how things will end? Let's think of a solution together. This isn't just for you, it's for myself, and it's for Xin Xin. Let's just leave it at that for now."

Shangguan Yunqing interrupted me before I could finish speaking.

After speaking, Shangguan Yunqing took a sip of water, her face showing some hesitation. Finally, she glanced at me and said, "Speaking of Xin Xin, I still want to talk to you. Although I don't want to know about your private life, now that I know you...you were at the nightclub with...someone...you even fought someone for a woman, I'm a little worried..." She

didn't finish her sentence, but I knew what she meant. Shangguan Yunqing's act of lowering herself to come to me, whether out of concern for a friend, because of Xue Xin Xin, or simply for her grandfather, had already moved me. She must have been very unhappy when she came, but she didn't immediately question me and Zi Yue. Instead, she first addressed the trouble I had caused, and then talked about other things. It was clear that no matter what, she would try to help me. What could I say in response to her kindness? Regardless of how she ultimately views what happened that night, I think I should still tell her.

I said, "I don't know how to tell you this. It's actually quite simple. The woman I met that night was named Ziyue. She looked a lot like my ex-girlfriend, really a lot. Her appearance made me think that my girlfriend of four years had reappeared. I didn't intend to do anything to her at all. Maybe it was because I had been drinking, or maybe she touched a nerve, or maybe it was because of the environment, but without realizing it, we... to use Gong Feihua's words, it was just playing along. I'm not a very strong-willed person when it comes to women. Later, when I saw her dancing face-to-face with Wang Ren, I couldn't control myself and rushed over. At that moment, I just wanted to beat that bastard up. It was definitely my fault for making you worry."

"She looks a lot like your girlfriend?"

Shangguan Yunqing looked at me, her eyes somewhat unfocused, as if speaking to herself, and murmured, "You... aren't you the same? Very similar, extremely similar."

I didn't know what she meant. She noticed my absent-mindedness and quickly regained her composure, saying, "I understand how you feel. Can you tell me about your ex-girlfriend?"

I looked at Shangguan Yunqing and said, "My ex-girlfriend's name was Li Xinran. We were both at N University, in the same year but different departments. She was in the English department, and I was in the Applied Physics department..."

I roughly recounted how Xinran and I met, how we fell in love, how we broke up due to financial constraints, and how we broke up over money.

"Because of money? She left you because of 300,000?"

Shangguan Yunqing looked incredulous. "How could she do this? Four years of relationship aren't worth 300,000. What is 300,000? Just because of this... How could such a thing happen?"

Her answer reminded me of Xu Youlan. What Xu Youlan said on the bench that day was the same as hers. Perhaps for those who have grown up in luxury and have no concept of money, money has never been a problem, never brought them any trouble. They don't know the pain of not having money, they don't know how the fate of others has changed because of it, how their lives have changed.

"Reality is so cruel. I don't blame her. She made the choice she had to make. I can only blame myself for not being able to give her what she wanted,"

I said somewhat indifferently.

I could understand Xinran's departure. I no longer blamed her. If I were in her situation, I think I would have made the same choice.

Shangguan Yunqing seemed a little stunned, as if she too was feeling something. After a while, she asked again, "Do you still love her?"

"Whether I love her or not doesn't matter anymore. I can't forget that love, but the fact is that it's over between us,"

I said, a trace of sadness seeping into my heart.

"Love cannot be forgotten, but it can be ended,"

Shangguan Yunqing said. She withdrew her thoughtful gaze from elsewhere, and seeing the somewhat somber atmosphere, she said with a faint smile, "I'm sorry for reminding you of painful memories. Let's not talk about that anymore. Let's discuss how to deal with Brother Wang Rentian."

I got up, poured myself a glass of water, and refilled Shangguan Yunqing's glass as well. Shangguan Yunqing held the cup, took a small sip while exhaling the steam, and said, "I have an idea about someone like Wang Rentian, and it's the only method I've come up with. I wonder if you'd be interested in hearing it."

"Go ahead. I have no objection to how you do it."

"The best way to deal with someone like that is to stand on the same level as him. Only then can you receive fair treatment; otherwise, he'll only bully you,"

Shangguan Yunqing said.

"On the same level?"

I was somewhat skeptical of Shangguan Yunqing's far-fetched idea. "I'd like to too, but the problem is I have no money, no power. How could I possibly be on equal footing with him? No matter how hard an ant tries, it can't grow its legs to be thicker than an elephant's overnight."

Hearing my words, Shangguan Yunqing almost laughed and said, "Don't think it's impossible just because you haven't heard me. Listen to me, my method is to meet Xue Xinxin immediately. Whether she wants to or not, you have to become her boyfriend. If she wants to, great. If not, for my sake, she must definitely treat you as her boyfriend. Only in this way can you achieve the goal of being on the same level as Wang Rentian."

To dispel my doubts, she added, "Don't think that Xue Xinxin is just a retired military doctor. Her family, not to mention in N City, is very influential in higher places. Not to mention a mere Wang Rentian, even higher-ranking figures would have to give them some face."

It wasn't that I had any ill intentions towards Xue Xinxin's family, but this method... it wasn't unacceptable, but someone I hadn't even met yet was already... "Being her girlfriend seems a bit exaggerated, doesn't it?" Seeing that I didn't speak, Shangguan Yunqing thought I was afraid Xue Xinxin wouldn't agree, so she continued, "My relationship with Xinxin goes without saying, she should agree no matter what. Of course, if she doesn't agree, there's another way, which is for you to be my boyfriend. That would work, but I'm already engaged, so it's a bit troublesome. If it weren't for that, this would be the best solution."

Before I could speak, she added, "Originally, I had a younger sister, and it would be even better if she played that role. But, my relationship with her is terrible, so let's not mention her."

"Do you agree?"

Shangguan Yunqing asked, her eyes sparkling as she awaited my answer.

"Whatever. But is it really necessary to go through all this trouble? If he really won't let me go, I'll just hand over my 180 pounds to him."

I said.

"You're really something else. You did something bad and still have the nerve to act like a hero in front of me. I've never seen such a shameless person as you. I'm speechless."

Shangguan Yunqing rolled her eyes at me.

"There's no time to lose. I'll contact Xin Xin right now and go meet her immediately."

Shangguan Yunqing said, taking out her phone from her handbag to make a call.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Who could it be? Usually, they're nowhere to be seen. Why are they knocking one after another today? I got up to open the door, but the knocking didn't stop. I opened the door, and two policemen in peaked caps rushed in. Policemen! My heart skipped a beat, and my head was spinning. I stood there pretending to be calm.

"Are you Zhao Bo?"

A slightly chubby policeman looked me up and down and asked in an unfriendly tone.

"Yes, it's me."

I said.

"We're from the Yufeng District Police Station. Come with us,"

the policeman said.

"What did I do wrong?"

I feigned composure, but my heart was pounding. This was really bad; I'd gotten myself into trouble with the police. I wondered if it was because of the assault or because of last night. Damn, it seems like I've been having a run of bad luck lately. Why do all these little things seem to lead to this?

"Someone reported you for intentionally damaging someone's property last night. Please come with us to the station for questioning,"

the policeman said.

Shangguan Yunqing, who was standing next to me, looked at the policeman, then at me, and said to the policeman, "Are you sure you're not mistaken? Is the person reported really him?"

"His name is Zhao Bo, that's him. The address is correct. He was reported for puncturing someone's car tires in the parking lot last night,"

the fat policeman said. "Come with us, we'll talk about it at the police station."

"Punched a car tire? What are you doing?"

Shangguan Yunqing looked at me suspiciously.

One policeman opened the door, and another took me away from behind. I forced a smile and said to Shangguan Yunqing, "It's nothing, just an investigation. I'll be right back."

But in my heart, I was thinking, "This is really bad. " (
Chapter 33, December 1st

) I followed the police downstairs; a police car was already parked at the bottom. Shangguan Yunqing followed me down as well. I was about to get in the car when Shangguan Yunqing said,

"Wait!"

"Officers, you see, I'm quite familiar with your Chief Chen. We met a few days ago. Zhao Bo is my cousin. Can he ride in my car? I'll take him to your station."

Cousin? Damn, she's using me as a cousin since her boyfriend is out of the question. This Shangguan is really something. It seems like in many idiotic fantasy novels, cousins and the like are always in ambiguous relationships.

The two policemen exchanged glances, clearly not recognizing Shangguan Yunqing. The fatter officer said, "I'm sorry, according to our regulations, we cannot grant your request. Let's go, get in the car!"

I got in the car and sat in the back. Through the rear windshield, I saw Shangguan Yunqing talking on the phone as she opened the door and got into her Mercedes.

After passing several streets and through a long alley, I was taken to the Yufeng District Police Station. Upon entering, I was greeted by a wall with the words "Serve the People" written on it. Behind it was a three-story building. I looked around and spotted an Audi A6 parked in a corner of the yard, all four tires flat, and several scratches on one side—clearly the car I had punctured last night. My heart skipped a beat. Damn, the car was being used as evidence. It seemed this whole affair from last night wasn't something easily fooled.

Following the two policemen, I was led to an interrogation room. In front of two simple desks was a chair in a more spacious area, which I was led to sit down. I looked around and noticed several thick yellow pages of phone numbers on one of the desks, with several police batons resting on top. The pages were tattered in the middle and along the sides. Damn, could this be used for torture? I've heard that if you're weighed down with heavy objects and then struck with batons, you can be beaten until you vomit blood, yet no injuries are visible on your body. Looking up, the words "Confess and receive leniency; protest and face severe punishment" were prominently displayed in large red characters on the opposite wall.

I felt a strong aversion to those words. In movies, police often tell those being arrested: "You have the right to remain silent, but everything you say can be used against you in court. You have the right to a lawyer and to have one present during questioning. During questioning, you may exercise these rights at any time, including the right not to answer questions or make any statements." This phrase appears so frequently that almost everyone is familiar with it. This is a practice that Western countries have developed through thousands of judicial trials.

However, here, the so-called "right to remain silent" does not exist, and lawyers are often not present during interrogations.

For those brought here, you are presumed guilty, and guilty people must confess in exchange for leniency. "Confessing" means you must speak; "speaking frankly and without reservation" is considered an obligation and a way out for a suspect. For stubborn individuals who choose "silence" and do not answer questions, it is seen as a poor attitude towards admitting guilt, a refusal to confess, resistance, non-cooperation, and antagonism, leading to harsher punishment or even torture. Wrongful convictions may be fabricated amidst such coercion or painful cries.

Of course, this is just my subjective speculation, as this is my first time at a police station, and I haven't personally experienced the so-called legal procedures, so I don't know how serious they are. But the chilling authority emanating from this state's violent apparatus made me very uncomfortable, uneasy, and anxious. Two policemen brought me in and then left, ignoring me completely. Minutes ticked by, and I felt forgotten. The room was small, the walls pressing in on me relentlessly. I felt suffocated and alone, almost unable to breathe. I stared at the dark security camera on the opposite wall, a small red dot flashing intermittently below it, indicating it was constantly working. I felt their gaze upon me, their presence. I was a criminal in their eyes.

I thought I was overthinking it. My case should still fall under the category of a public order offense; there were no serious signs that it had escalated to a criminal level, as evidenced by the fact that I hadn't been handcuffed yet. Thinking this, I breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did my mind clear, realizing I still had a sliver of power. I took out my cigarette case, lit one, took a deep drag, and flicked the ash into an ashtray embedded in the side panel facing my chest. A few cigarette butts, hastily stubbed out after only a few puffs, remained in the ashtray. From their twisted forms, I could read the smoker's anxiety and frustration. The somber ashtray also reminded me that smoking was a right you could demand—a gesture of human compassion to encourage "confession." Perhaps if you didn't have a lighter, or your hands were cuffed, the police would even light your cigarette. When you're willing to "confess," everything permitted is permitted; otherwise, everything permitted is deprived.

Silence was impossible. I mentally rehearsed the responses to the questions, repeatedly revising and restarting, churning my wisdom to figure out how to extricate myself or minimize my responsibility.

The instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm is human nature. No one can remain indifferent when they are harmed. Even a murderer, facing the death penalty, has the right to use all legal means to avoid death. This is not absurd, nor should it be condemned. However, people are often filled with righteous indignation towards those who commit heinous crimes, wishing for their swift death and destruction. Even innocent people who are wrongly accused often become victims of blindly venting their righteous indignation without proper investigation.

Even if I am a living bad person, I still have the freedom to argue and appeal. I have decided that until I see some solid evidence, I will fight desperately like a stone in a cesspool, rather than resorting to some damned "confession."

I am prepared for all battles, mentally and physically. I am worried because I didn't eat beef last night, and I wonder if my resilience will be poor. I wonder if I would wake up if I were given a hypnotic drug and then firecrackers were set off on my head. I am lost in thought, anxious and fearful. When facing the machinery of state power, you feel very small. Just as I was about to light another cigarette, the door opened, and three people entered: the two policemen from before, and a woman. The woman startled me; it was Fang Jing! She'd been brought in too? Her appearance instantly shattered all my previous preparations. If we were interrogated separately, any of my excuses or denials would be futile; it would be a situation where either she or I would suffer, which I didn't want. How could I let Fang Jing suffer?

Fang Jing saw me, glanced at the ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts, and smiled gently at me, seemingly pleased to see my disheveled state. Damn, she could still smile at a time like this? What was this woman's heart made of? Seeing her lover like this, she remained unperturbed.

"Is it him?"

one of the policemen asked.

"Yes,"

Fang Jing replied.

"Have you decided to drop the charges against him? To no longer pursue the matter of him damaging the car?"

the policeman asked again.

"Yes. I'm dropping all charges against him."

As Fang Jing spoke, her eyes were fixed on me with a seductive, affectionate gaze, which infuriated me. I just wanted to punch her and then brutally beat her to a pulp.

But their conversation left me confused. When did it become Fang Jing's turn to decide whether or not to deal with me? What was going on? How could an accomplice say she would pardon another? It was too absurd.

"Alright, you can leave now,"

a policeman said to me.

I was somewhat dazed. What was going on? They didn't ask anything, and it was over just like that? I stood up, a wave of exhaustion from excessive anxiety washing over my lower back. At that moment, Fang Jing, ignoring the two policemen still present, threw herself into my arms and whispered in my ear, "I'm so sorry to have startled you. It's all my fault."

She added softly, "Am I the clever one? You're so reckless, always getting caught red-handed, while I escaped again. Hehe."

I knew what Fang Jing meant, and I knew I was alright. A wave of relief washed over me, but I still pretended to be angry and pinched Fang Jing's waist hard. Fang Jing cried out "Ouch!" and jumped out of my arms, her face a mixture of reproach and amusement. The two policemen beside us stared wide-eyed. They clearly knew Fang Jing was a married woman, and now she dared to flirt with her lover so openly in the police station.

The two policemen couldn't stand it anymore and urged us to leave quickly, "It's alright, you should hurry up and go! Don't dawdle here."

Fang Jing and I left the interrogation room and headed towards the police station gate. On the way, I learned the whole story. It turned out that Feng Jianhua saw his car had been slashed the night before and immediately called the police. After reviewing the parking lot's surveillance footage, they found that Fang Jing and I were the prime suspects. They immediately used their connections to get the police station to investigate thoroughly. Feng Jianhua was a section chief in the N City Finance Bureau and knew many people in the office. Plus, his father was the vice mayor, so the police station's efficiency was naturally excellent. The next day, Fang Jing and I were brought in.

But after investigating and just as the police were about to launch an investigation, they discovered that the car was registered under Fang Jing's name and had nothing to do with Feng Jianhua. This was ridiculous. The car owner had someone slash her own car. Could such a bizarre thing really happen? Now it was the police's turn to be dumbfounded. What was the point of investigating? It was her own property; she could smash it if she wanted, and it was nobody's business. Even though I was the one who slashed the car, if Fang Jing, the owner, didn't pursue the matter, nothing would happen.

"You call yourself incredibly smart? I think you're as dumb as a pig. With your brain, I wouldn't believe it if you bit your tongue off one day, giving me a false alarm."

I deliberately glared at Fang Jing and said, of course I wasn't really angry, just teasing her.

"Okay, okay, I'm a pig, a big stupid pig, my little darling, I forgot, that's why I acted like that, okay? I'll treat you to dinner tonight, abalone and lobster, you can order whatever you want, to calm you down."

Fang Jing looked like a guilty little woman, twisting and shaking my arm, her charming figure pressed tightly against me, her rosy lips whispering very close to my face, the fragrance emanating from her body making my heart flutter, intoxicating me.

"That's more like it!"

I said mischievously, leaning close to Fang Jing's ear. "But the abalone I want has to be hairy, and only you have it. Will you give it to me?"

Fang Jing's pretty face flushed red, then she scolded, "Zhao Bo, you think you can just climb up a mountain like that? You can't expect anything good from your mouth. If you eat that abalone, I'm afraid you'll have indigestion; your sausage will be turned into noodles."

"Haha, if a dog's mouth could produce ivory, I'd go back to raising dogs. Besides, I don't have a stomach problem; I digest everything very well. I wonder if sausage with abalone would be delicious?"

I continued to tease Fang Jing with a grin.

"You filthy Zhao Bo, you're asking for it! Are you itching for a beating? I'll hit you!"

Fang Jing shook off my hand and swung her hand at me, which I dodged. The adulterous couple were playfully fighting in front of the police station, their behavior extremely ambiguous and quite enjoyable.

Just then, a cough came from behind me. I turned around and saw Shangguan Yunqing with two other people. One of them was in a police uniform, and his rank was clearly different from the two policemen I had seen earlier. He must be Chief Chen, whom Shangguan Yunqing had mentioned. Beside him was a middle-aged man in a suit and tie, wearing glasses and looking very cultured. He was talking to the senior policeman; he must be the lawyer Shangguan Yunqing had brought.

"Manager Fang, long time no see! You look great! I wonder if you've come to the station for tea or if you have some official business?"

Shangguan Yunqing walked over and greeted Fang Jing, but his tone seemed somewhat unfriendly.

Just as Fang Jing was about to speak, a policeman jogged over, carrying a bunch of keys. He approached her and said, "These are your car keys. Take them; the car is over there."

He pointed, drawing everyone's attention. They all saw the Audi parked haphazardly in a corner of the courtyard, its body covered in scratches, tires flat—a sorry sight. Everyone wanted to laugh, but out of consideration for Fang Jing, no one dared to. Only Shangguan Yunqing burst out laughing.

Shangguan Yunqing's clear laughter echoed in the air, making Fang Jing's face darken.

It took Guan Yunqing a while to stop laughing. He said, "I heard that Manager Fang's car was vandalized. At first, I didn't believe it. There are a lot of bad people these days, mostly petty thieves. Manager Fang should be more careful in the future and not let those idiots who steal chickens and dogs visit frequently. You should take good care of your own things. Remember, if you smash something you don't want, then smash it. Don't make people come all the way for nothing, waste public resources, and not to mention wrongly accuse an innocent person!"

After saying that, she glared at me fiercely, but I pretended not to see it and looked away.

Shangguan Yunqing is so close to the department head; she obviously knows the truth. She must know that Fang Jing set up the whole thing, and I was just getting involved. She even scolded me on the surface, but really, she was more upset that Fang Jing's prank had dragged me into it.

Fang Jing looked at Shangguan Yunqing, somewhat puzzled. She didn't know I knew Shangguan Yunqing, and was probably wondering what our relationship was. Why was she glaring at me like that?

"General Manager Shangguan, you're right. I was confused and didn't manage my things properly. I should be more vigilant in the future,"

Fang Jing replied, glaring at me as well. Damn it, what does this have to do with me? Why are these two giving me the eye?

Director Chen Sheng listened to their conversation, glanced at me a few times, but said nothing. He exchanged a few polite words with Shangguan Yunqing and was about to leave.

Chapter 34 The Cold Beauty

Just then, the roar of a powerful engine came from the alley outside the police station. In the distance, a silver-gray, high-powered motorcycle sped towards them. Reaching the crowd, it screeched to a halt, making a U-turn and kicking up a cloud of dust. The people standing at the entrance scrambled to avoid it, waving their hands to shield their eyes; several even coughed. Damn, who's so arrogant? Finally, the dust settled, and I could see clearly that the motorcycle was an incredibly cool new BMW S1000RR, its imposing design exuding authority.

Sitting on it was a woman wearing a metallic full-face helmet and dressed in black leather. I couldn't see her face, but the leather jacket and pants tightly wrapped around her body couldn't hide her incredibly alluring figure. Her breasts protruded prominently on her chest, two smooth, shiny mounds of leather. Even without touching them, the sight evoked countless tactile associations. The woman's long arms were outstretched, her small hands, encased in thin leather gloves, appearing very slender. One hand gripped the clutch, the other revved the accelerator. Her shapely, taut thighs stretched her leather pants to their fullest, the clinging legs gleaming with a dark, smooth sheen. The narrow pant legs were tightly encased in a pair of black, knee-high boots, the pointed metal toes resting on the gearshift. The high-arched soles of the boots rested on the pedals, the slender heels vibrating slightly with the engine's roar.

Who was this sexy, cool motorcycle babe, daring to cause trouble at the police station? I wondered to myself.

The woman turned off the engine and stepped off the vehicle. I then realized she was taller than me. She took off her helmet, and her long, flowing hair cascaded down as the helmet was removed. She brushed back a few strands of hair that had been covering her face, revealing a cold and aloof face. I gasped, feeling a chill run through my body, as if the temperature within ten meters of me had suddenly dropped. The woman's eyes possessed a captivating, cold ruthlessness; one glance would make you feel as if you were in an ice cellar, another, and you'd think you were naked at the Antarctic pole; yet another, and you'd feel the absolute cold below absolute zero.

How could someone in the world be so cold? It took me a while to adjust to her cold and aloof demeanor. When I looked at her again, I noticed an indescribable melancholy enveloping her, almost blending into her naturally icy aura. Melancholy, coldness, sadness, otherworldly... I had never sensed so much from someone I had just met. I was looking at her, and she was looking at me. Her gaze was fixed on me, as if I were the only one in the world. Suddenly, I felt a sliver of warmth appear on her face, which was as white as snow and as translucent as thin ice, as if it had been warmed by spring. A blush slowly seeped up from her neck, gradually spreading across her entire face like a rosy sunset. A deep affection filled her dark eyes, and she suddenly rushed into my arms, throwing her heavy motorcycle helmet behind her. I was surprised and flustered, looking at Shangguan Yunqing helplessly. Shangguan Yunqing shook her hand at me, indicating that I should not move.

I stood there, stunned. The woman held me tightly, her somewhat cold face pressed against mine. A tear welled in her eye, and her choked, almost inaudible voice rang in my ears, "Is it you? Is it really you? You're back? You're really back..."

With each soft word, tears streamed down her face, flowing down my cheeks, neck, and soaking my collar. I was certain the woman in my arms was Xue Xinxin. Although it was the first time I'd met her, I could feel the deep sorrow in her heart. I didn't know how to comfort her, or how to make her feel better. Silently, I gently wrapped my arms around her still slightly trembling body, letting her cry freely in my embrace.

After a long while, Xue Xinxin finally raised her head, tears streaming down her face, her expression full of deep affection. She took off her gloves and threw them on the ground, then cupped my face in her delicate hands and gently stroked it, her fingers trembling slightly. She looked at me again and again, then her lips slowly approached mine. I didn't move. She gave me a gentle kiss, then slowly pulled away. She reluctantly pulled away from my embrace, her face gradually regaining its previous icy expression. She said, "You're not him, I know you're not him... you really aren't him, but I'm still so happy. Thank you for your embrace, thank you. You made me feel a trace of his presence."

Shangguan Yunqing picked up the gloves from the ground, handed them to Xin Xin, wiped away her tears, and hugged her, saying, "Xin Xin, poor Xin Xin, don't be sad. Think positively. So many years have passed. You should think about your future. Living in the past forever is meaningless. Just agree to what I told you. Give it a try. It's all possible. Maybe a new life will begin."

"Sister Yunqing, thank you for helping me so much. I promise you, I'll try. At least for now, I won't reject him."

Xue Xin Xin said, glancing at me. Her tender eyes had vanished, replaced by their previous coldness. She left Shangguan Yunqing's embrace and said, "Is everything resolved? Is there anything else I can help with?"

"It's all over now, everything's taken care of,"

Shangguan Yunqing said.

"Let's go then,"

Xue Xinxin said to me, putting her gloves back on, picking up her helmet from the ground.

I looked at Shangguan Yunqing, who gestured for me to follow Xue Xinxin. I stepped forward and glanced back at Fang Jing; she smiled and waved at me with an encouraging expression.

Xue Xinxin had already put on her helmet and sat on the motorcycle. I also straddled the motorcycle and sat behind her, not daring to put my arms around her waist, my hands gripping the saddle.

"Xinxin, remember tonight at 8 pm, Youyun Manor, you and Zhao Bo come together, don't be late. Have fun,"

Shangguan Yunqing said to Xue Xinxin.

Xue Xinxin turned her head and glanced at Shangguan Yunqing, but didn't answer his reminder. She immediately started the motorcycle, shifted gears, pressed the throttle, and released the clutch. The heavy motorcycle surged forward like a wild horse, a sudden surge of force almost pushing me off my seat. Damn, this girl is too fierce! Doesn't she know there's someone behind her?

The car sped away, disappearing from sight and weaving through the busy streets. I didn't know where Xue Xinxin was going, so I asked, "Where are we going?"

Xue Xinxin didn't answer. I asked again, but she remained silent. I thought to myself, "What's wrong with her? She won't answer even when I ask." It was getting late, and my stomach was growling. I really wanted to find a place to stop and eat, but seeing Xue Xinxin like this, I had no choice but to endure it.

The car quickly pulled up in front of a private club.

"Get out!"

Xue Xinxin said. I got out, and Xue Xinxin also turned off the engine and got out, placing her helmet on the saddle.

I followed Xue Xinxin into the club. The receptionist at the entrance glanced at Xue Xinxin and bowed, saying, "Miss Xue, welcome!"

Xue Xinxin led me into a private room, and I looked around; the furnishings were quite grand. I'd heard that some private clubs operate on a membership system, only serving members, and the annual fee is very expensive. I wondered if this was one of them.

Xue Xinxin brought me here, so we must be here to eat; apparently, she knew I was hungry.

Xue Xinxin quickly ordered the food, and soon the dishes were served. The table was piled high with bowls and plates of various sizes, but despite the abundance of dishes, the portions were incredibly small—it looked like they could be finished in a bite or two. I didn't recognize any of the dishes either. Before we even started eating, Xue Xinxin said, "From now on, when you're with me, don't ask me anything before I say anything. I don't like people asking me questions. Also, whatever I say goes, my opinion is your opinion, and we won't disagree."

Without even asking if I agreed, she said, "Let's eat!" and started eating from her small bowl. I was about to say, "I know, so you mean I'll listen to you?"

but seeing her expression, I refrained.

I picked up my bowl and started eating too, but there was so little food! I didn't care; I just grabbed whatever was available. The food was quite good, and soon there was nothing left on my plate except for a piece of meat on one dish. I reached for it with my chopsticks, but Xue Xinxin's chopsticks were already there. She put the meat in her bowl, leaving my chopsticks hanging in mid-air. With so many plates on the table, I couldn't eat a single thing, so I reluctantly put my chopsticks back. Damn, so stingy! It's my first time treating my boyfriend to dinner, and she still has the nerve to leave the food so little. I was only half full when I looked at my empty bowl and plate, and reluctantly picked up my rice bowl and started shoveling it in.

After finishing the piece of meat, Xue Xinxin put down her chopsticks; she was full, and she ate everything cleanly, leaving not a single grain of rice in her bowl. I took the small bowl of rice that was still half full from the table, poured all the broth into it, and ate it all up. Feeling basically full, I

put down my rice bowl as well. I let out a burp and noticed a bowl of light-colored tea on the table. I picked it up and took a leisurely gulp. Xue Xinxin, sitting opposite me, watched me drink the tea, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, but she didn't say anything. She also picked up her tea, drank some, rinsed her mouth twice, and then spat it into a small basin next to her. My head throbbed, and I almost fell under the table before I remembered that in some upscale restaurants, they seem to provide tea for rinsing the mouth. The tea I drank wasn't for drinking, it was for rinsing the mouth. What the hell?! Are you kidding me?

"Let's go!"

Xue Xinxin ignored my reaction, picked up the gloves and other items on the table, and got up to leave. Damn, I really ran into a weirdo! What kind of relationship is this? She eats when she's told to, leaves when she's told to, doesn't let you talk, and doesn't let you eat your fill. No wonder she still can't find a man. Even if the earth were to end, she still wouldn't find one. I suddenly realized that agreeing to Shangguan Yunqing's request was a huge mistake. I don't know what kind of suffering I'll endure in the future.

After leaving the private room, my phone rang. It was Shangguan Yunqing calling. I walked aside to answer it.

Shangguan Yunqing was indeed very concerned about how things were going between me and Xue Xinxin. I told her about my encounter with Xue Xinxin earlier, and she laughed, quite surprised that Xue Xinxin hadn't even given me a proper meal. Then she told me that Xue Xinxin had been taken care of by others since childhood and had hardly ever taken care of anyone, so she wasn't very caring. She said she went to the army mostly because of Xiao Liang, where female soldiers were very precious and practically grew up being pampered. She also mentioned that Xue Xinxin had some autism as a child, so she asked me to be more tolerant. She further told me that I was the only person Xue Xinxin had ever been intimate with over the years, even though she mostly saw me as Xiao Liang, but it was a good start.

I hung up the phone and went to the second floor with Xue Xinxin. We walked through several passageways and entered a spacious lobby filled with men's and women's fashion. There was even a clothing department upstairs! Xue Xinxin said to a rather pretty waitress standing to the side, "Take his measurements!"

The waitress brought a measuring tape, and I twirled around a few times, letting the waitress measure me from head to toe. She recorded the measurements on a form.

"Tonight, he and I are going to a cocktail party. I'll pick out some clothes, and you can take him to the hot springs,"

Xue Xinxin said, taking the sheet with the measurements.

"Okay, Miss Xue, please feel free to do as you please,"

the waitress said, leading me out of the clothing department. As I followed the waitress, I thought to myself, "Hey, not bad. My boyfriend's going to the hot springs, and I'm busy picking out clothes for him. At least this girl has some conscience."

I was quickly led to the hot spring area, which was on the first floor. Another, even more beautiful woman in a cheongsam took my place and led me inside. Standing before a sliding door with wooden latticework and frosted glass, the woman said, "Sir, we've arrived at the hot spring area. Please come in; all the bathing supplies are inside. Would you like someone to accompany you?"

"Accompany me?"

I asked.

"Is this your first time here, sir? At our club's hot springs, there are professional bathers."

the woman said.

"Male or female?"

I thought to myself, "They even have companions? Looks like this place is a den of iniquity." A surge of excitement rose within me.

"Hehe, sir, if you want a man, we have a man; if you want a woman, we have a woman."

the woman said.

Damn, they even offer gay services here? I have no interest in that kind of thing. Just as I was about to say I didn't want a man, I suddenly remembered why Xue Xinxin was so comfortable letting me bathe in the hot spring alone. Was she testing me?

Yes, that must be it. She wanted me to come alone to see if I could resist temptation. Realizing this, I suddenly understood, and then firmly told the woman, "No need, I'll soak myself." "

Then please take your time, sir. We hope you enjoy yourself here. If you need anything, please pull the rope behind the door; the small clock connected to the rope will ring, and we will provide the service you require."

After saying this, the woman opened the door for me.

I went inside, and the door closed. The interior was spacious and elegant. In the center was a pool surrounded by pebbles, filled with steam. One wall was a bright floor-to-ceiling window, outside which were artificial hills, bamboo, and some plants I couldn't identify. The extensive vegetation kept the path far away, preventing accidental glimpses of the interior—a design that was both ingenious and practical.

I quickly stripped naked and soaked in the hot spring. It felt so good! The water was just the right temperature for my body. As time went on, the heat seeped into my body, and the fatigue of the past few days seemed to disappear. I felt very languid. I imitated the style of wealthy people in movies, holding a glass of red wine and leaning my head against the edge of the pool. I drank and soaked, feeling relaxed and happy. Gradually, under the gentle influence of the steam and the alcohol, I actually fell asleep.

I don't know how much time had passed when there was a knock on the door. A woman's voice came from outside: "Mr. Zhao, Miss Xin Xin asked me to bring you some clothes. I left them here for you. Put your clothes in this basket, and someone will take them to wash them for you."

"Oh," I replied. The door opened, and two large baskets were pushed in. I'd had my fill of the hot springs. I finished my glass of red wine, climbed out of the pool, dried myself off, and picked up the clothes Xue Xinxin had given me from the basket. I put them on. I didn't know the brand, but the fabric felt soft and nice. The underwear was white. As I put them on, I wondered if Xue Xinxin had thought of my manhood when she picked them out. The underwear fit perfectly, which confirmed my suspicions, and I felt a surge of secret joy. The suit was a light gray tuxedo. I'd never worn such a formal suit before, complete with a black bow tie, which felt uncomfortable against my neck. After getting dressed, I looked in the mirror and thought I looked quite handsome. I wondered what kind of party I'd be attending tonight.

I was worried Xue Xinxin would be waiting too long, so I came out quickly. After asking around, I learned that Xue Xinxin had also gone to the hot springs and hadn't come out for a while. That girl, really, she should go to the hot springs with her boyfriend!

I was a little bored and wanted to find a place to smoke. In the rest area outside, a few fat guys with big towels wrapped around their necks were smoking and chatting animatedly. Seeing that I was fully dressed, I felt embarrassed to sit down. I decided to wander around and look around. I wandered aimlessly, turning a few corners. At each service, a waiter asked if I needed any services, but I refused. I wasn't familiar with the area and didn't want to make a fool of myself. As I walked, I saw a corridor with closed doors on both sides. There was a window ajar, and next to it was a metal trash can. This was the perfect place to smoke, so I went over, took out a cigarette, lit it, and enjoyed a good smoke. The cool breeze coming in through the window was very pleasant.

I was almost finished with my cigarette when I heard the sound of a door lock turning next to me. The door opened, and a man dressed as a waiter came out carrying an empty tray. He gently closed the door, nodded and greeted me when he saw me, then left. I had a strong craving for cigarettes, so I stubbed out my cigarette and lit another. After a few puffs, suddenly, the door the waiter had closed opened a crack on its own. Apparently, the door hadn't been closed tightly enough, and the latch hadn't properly engaged in the lock, causing the door to spring open by itself.

Bored, I peeked through the crack. Through a latticed window in the foyer, I saw a young man with a mustache, a stranger, eating Western food with a knife and fork. I didn't recognize the mustachioed man and was about to turn my head away when I saw him chewing on a piece of steak. He opened his mouth and exhaled with great satisfaction, even closing his eyes to enjoy it for a while. I was a little puzzled. Could eating a piece of steak really be that satisfying? That expression seemed more like something you'd see when having sex with a woman.

The mustachioed man's expression of enjoyment appeared several times. I'd never seen anyone almost reach orgasm while eating steak; something felt off. My gaze drifted downwards, and what I saw almost made me jump out of my skin from the lewd scene. Under the white tablecloth lifted from the small square table, a snow-white buttock was raised high. One of the two pieces of black fabric on her skirt was folded up to her waist, the other hanging below her abdomen. A thong, barely visible through two thin threads, divided her buttocks into two round, perky halves. Two dark reddish-black labia were folded over the thin strip of fabric tucked between them, glistening and hanging on top. The cleanly shaved vulva gleamed with a watery sheen, dripping wetly. A small puddle below indicated that this position had been maintained for some time.

That vulva seemed familiar; a sense of familiarity flashed through my mind.

The woman under the table, her thighs encased in stockings, knelt on the floor, her body arched in a coordinated motion. She wore black high heels, the stockings straining against the soles, her soft, dark heels dangling precariously, swaying slightly with her movements. Her toes, squeezed tightly into the triangular toes, strained so much that the heels would occasionally slide backward, only to be pulled back by her stockinged feet. The lightly swaying heels continued to move gently, all indicating that the woman under the table was performing an extremely pleasurable act on the mustachioed man.

I now understood why this mustachioed man was enjoying his steak so much; eating steak while a beautiful woman performed oral sex under the table—no wonder he was enjoying it. The mustachioed man continued to enjoy the oral sex as he ate, several times unable to resist stopping his chewing and letting out a soft moan, his expression one of pure ecstasy.

Just as the man with the mustache finished his steak, the woman crawled out from under the table, stood up, and faced the door. I was surprised to see that the woman was Ziyue.

She wore a black peaked cap with a large, conspicuous American police badge. Her light blue, short-sleeved police shirt, reaching just below her breasts, revealed a large expanse of her waist, its beautiful curves captivating. A long, striped men's tie hung from her neck to her lower abdomen. A thumb-thick gold chain adorned her slender waist, through which two short pieces of black fabric—her skirt—were strung. Her feet were lightly encased in black stockings, her toes arched in black high heels. She wore long, black, elbow-length leather gloves, and in one hand, she held a black police cane, gently patting it against her other palm. Her pointed, oval face was mostly obscured by dark sunglasses, revealing only her straight nose adorned with a nose ring and her black lips, which held a faint, cool smile.

Zi Yue exuded an inexhaustible, ultimate desire—alluring, cold, sexy, evil, lewd, violent… a multitude of sensations intertwined, making my lower body unbearably hard, almost to the point of pulling out my weapon and ejaculating on the spot. Holy crap, she's playing the uniform fetish game!

Chapter 35: Zi Yue's Hidden Story .

Zi Yue, holding a police cane, tapped it as she circled behind the mustachioed man, saying, "Sir, you're under arrest."

Then, she leaned over from behind, pinching the mustachioed man's chin with one hand and licking his cheek with her tongue.

"Excuse me, Miss Officer, what crime have I committed?"

the mustachioed man asked, putting down his knife and fork, his voice low.

"Dear Mr. Wang, you are arrested for illegal possession of firearms,"

Zi Yue said, continuing to lick the mustachioed man.

"Dear policewoman, I am a law-abiding citizen. I don't even carry a knife or any firearms. What makes you say I possess firearms?"

The mustachioed man stuck out his tongue and licked Ziyue's tongue. Their tongues darted out of their mouths, teasing and licking each other, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

While Ziyue reciprocated the mustachioed man's tongue teasing, she gently pulled the dining table to the side. The table had wheels on all four legs, so it was easily moved aside.

Just as I expected, the mustachioed man, sitting on a single sofa, had a thick, reddish-black penis standing proudly erect between his legs, protruding from the opening of his pants. The glans was rather large, the shaft thick and long, with bulging blue veins. He was indeed a man with a large member.

The two licked back and forth several times. Zi Yue, a cool smile playing on her lips behind her sunglasses, put down her police cane and walked to the mustachioed man. She stood with her legs spread wide, her black-gloved hand grasping his enormous member. Leaning forward, the hem of her short skirt draped over her shapely buttocks, exposing her vulva once more, glistening and wet. Her labia swayed slightly, and streams of vaginal fluid flowed down her bare, snow-white thighs, soaking the black elastic bandage beneath her stockings, flowing down to the inside of her knees before gradually stopping.

Through Zi Yue's lascivious crotch, the mustachioed man's penis was held in her hand and slowly manipulated.

Zi Yue said, "Sir, you said you weren't carrying a gun, so what is this?"

She pinched the glans of the penis with two fingers, shook it, and then ran a finger along the tip of the glans. She continued, "Based on visual inspection, what you're carrying is a high-powered cannon, which is an even bigger offense. Please come with me for questioning."

"You keep saying I'm carrying a gun, then you say I'm carrying a cannon. As far as I know, there's a difference between guns and cannons,"

the mustachioed man lewdly said, reaching for Zi Yue's chest with one hand. "Miss Zi Yue, could you explain whether what I'm carrying is a gun or a cannon?"

"Heh, a gun or a cannon? I need to examine it further to determine that,"

Zi Yue laughed. She circled the penis with two fingers, pushing it from the base to the glans. A bunch of curled foreskin was pushed up, partially covering the glans. As her fingers pulled down, the glans was completely exposed again.

Ziyue spat out a long stream of saliva, which dripped precisely onto the glans of her penis. The saliva was foamy and finely bubbly. She spread the saliva on the glans with her palm, then opened her dark lips and enveloped it. With each downward press of her lips, saliva slowly trickled down the shaft. Her lips moved slowly, almost reaching the base of the penis. I heard a gurgling sound from Ziyue's throat. She took a labored breath, her lips slightly parted, and continued to envelop the penis, pushing it in a few more millimeters with effort. The entire penis was now inside Ziyue's mouth; from the depth, I believed the glans had reached her throat.

The mustachioed man's eyes widened in pleasure, his hands pressing down on Ziyue's head, forcing her to penetrate even deeper. From my perspective, Ziyue's face looked like it was buried in a clump of messy pubic hair, with two large testicles hanging below. A large amount of saliva flowed from her mouth, quickly seeping through the thick pubic hair and dripping down her scrotum onto the floor.

Ziyue grabbed the two dangling testicles, trying to stuff them both into her mouth, but she failed. She managed to bite down on half of one, but the other wouldn't go in.

Ziyue maintained this deep-throating position, her thighs, clad in black stockings, spread apart, creating an extremely lewd scene of oral sex: a man's thick, long penis completely submerged in a woman's mouth, half of one testicle inside, and the other dangling from the corner of her mouth, a tangled clump of pubic hair surrounding her lips.

I knew Ziyue couldn't sustain this deep-throating for long; the feeling of suffocation would soon make her spit out the penis.

Zi Yue was indeed a seasoned pro. She held the penis in her mouth, biting half of the testicles, for almost a minute before quickly spitting it out, coughing violently, spittle dripping from her mouth. After catching her breath, ignoring the drool, she took the glans back into her mouth, using both hands to alternately push and pull the penis up and down. The mustachioed man was so aroused he almost jumped off the sofa.

Zi Yue stopped deep-throating, rotating her head left and right, forcefully sucking the glans while simultaneously twisting the shaft with both hands, her mouth sucking hard, her cheeks sinking in, making a loud slurring sound.

The room was dimly lit. A woman dressed as a policewoman, legs spread wide, bent over, performing oral sex on a man. Her genitals were overflowing with fluid; with each slight tremor of her thighs, her vaginal fluids dripped back and forth. Inside, the couple was playing with extreme passion, while another man, dressed in elaborate attire, was peeking from outside the door, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets

, his lust burning intensely. Ziyue played with it for a while before releasing the penis. The glans, glistening with blood, shimmered with a deep red and light purple sheen, appearing even more menacing under the light. Ziyue held the penis, swaying it left and right, and said, "Mr. Wang, after my inspection, this weapon of yours should be called a cannon. Its caliber exceeds 20 millimeters, its length is over 25 centimeters, it carries two large magazines, and the number of ammunition is unknown. Do you have anything else to say?"

"Hehe, beautiful policewoman, since I carry a giant cannon, do you think I'm afraid of the police?"

The man with the mustache said, then stood up and pulled Ziyue into his arms, his body pressed tightly against hers, his long penis protruding between her legs as they pressed together. Zi Yue grinned and squeezed her legs together, grabbing the protruding glans with one hand and gently rubbing it. She said, "Sir, your giant cannon is now between my legs, in my palm, everything is under my control. Aren't you afraid I'll just confiscate it?"

"Is that so? We'll see how you confiscate it!"

The mustachioed man grinned, one hand around Zi Yue's waist, his tongue licking from her neck down to her face. His large hand unbuttoned her short shirt, revealing her breasts half-exposed in her white bra. His large hand continued to reach between her breasts, pressing down, the bra was stretched down, and her two pink breasts were fully exposed. From the degree of her nipples' erection, it was clear that Zi Yue was extremely excited. The mustachioed man buried his head between her breasts, pushing and squeezing them, taking her nipples into his mouth and sucking. Zi Yue let out soft moans, her nipples becoming even harder, and the color of her areolas changing from red to a deeper reddish-black.

Zi Yue withdrew her hand from behind her back, reached between their tightly pressed groins, and grasped the penis, stroking it repeatedly from the base to the glans. The thick organ reminded her of a cow or a horse's; it was fucking huge.

The mustachioed man's bestial nature was fully aroused. He shouted, "A policeman, huh? I didn't expect the beautiful Miss Zi Yue to be a policeman? Confiscate my weapon if you want, I was born to be a cop! Arrest me? Let's see if my little cannon will allow it!"

With a roar, Zi Yue was pushed and slammed onto the dining table behind her. The mustachioed man deftly unbuckled his belt, his pants sliding smoothly down to his ankles. He pulled down Zi Yue's small thong, lifted her legs high, and thrust his long penis deep into her vagina, pumping forcefully while moaning: "I'll fuck you to death, fuck you to death, you stinking cop! What's so great about being a cop? I'll still fuck you to death, fuck you to death, fuck you to death! I'm fucking going to fuck you

to death!" With each powerful thrust of the mustachioed man, Zi Yue at the table let out a blissful laugh. Her gloved hands wrapped around his neck, her long, stockinged thighs spread wide, draped over his arms. She twisted her hips, adjusting her vaginal position to accommodate his thrusts. Each deep thrust and withdrawal brought Zi Yue immense pleasure. Behind her large sunglasses, her pale face was contorted with lewdness and excitement.

The sounds of thrusting, the shaking of the table, and the mustachioed man's shoes clattering on the floor filled the room. A plate on the table, shaken violently, gradually moved to the edge and crashed to the floor, shattering into pieces. Damn, that's really intense.

Standing outside the door, increasingly excited, I suddenly felt a strange, inexplicable unease rise within me, a unease more psychological than anything else. I tried my best to recall the feeling of having sex with Ziyue last time, but much of it was elusive. I only remembered being impulsive and infatuated, my mind a jumbled mess. In the somewhat smelly bathroom, under the dim light, Ziyue was pinned against the wall like a specimen of a female monkey, and I thrust into her with all my might, just like the mustachioed man before me. I couldn't see any difference between us, only animalistic instincts. Ziyue was our shared battlefield, our soft, wet vaginas filled with the same thick penises, the same powerful thrusts. To Ziyue, we were merely her clients, paying customers who gave her intense orgasms.

I felt a sense of loss, a sense of bewilderment. When I looked back into the room, Ziyue was now lying on her side, one leg straight, the other draped over the shoulder of the mustachioed man. She was supporting herself on the sofa with both hands. The mustachioed man was behind her, one hand on her thigh, his penis inserted into her anus, thrusting in and out repeatedly. In his other hand, he held a black police cane and inserted it into Ziyue's vagina. While his penis moved in and out of her anus, the cane also thrust in and out of her vagina, occasionally teasing the two labial rings hanging from her vulva. The vaginal fluid swirling from Ziyue's vagina flowed down to the middle of the cane before slowly dripping down, forming a noticeable puddle on the floor.

The simultaneous penetration of both holes clearly gave Zi Yue immense pleasure. Her tie, hanging from her chest, swung wildly, and her thighs, draped over the mustachioed man's shoulders, trembled violently. The high heel she had been holding onto finally slipped off during the intense movement, making a thud as it rolled over and landed beside the standing shoe. Her small feet, encased in thin stockings, were now completely exposed. Then, they snapped back and straightened, and with a cry of intense pleasure, Zi Yue let out a clear orgasm.

The mustachioed man continued to brutally penetrate Zi Yue in this position. His skillful movements told me he was a seasoned pro, and Zi Yue was just one of his many objects of pleasure. The double penetration in the room continued, and my own lower body was already unbearably hard.

After a while, the mustachioed man felt tired. He sat back on the sofa. Ziyue, facing the door, stroked her penis while simultaneously stroking her anus. Then, holding her penis, she slowly inserted it back into her anus, grinding it back and forth. I could see that Ziyue was serving the mustachioed man with all her might; her focus and attentiveness seemed to exceed the scope of ordinary sexual service. Could it be that the mustachioed man and Ziyue had some kind of unusual relationship? My heart grew cold.

Ziyue straddled the floor, her two small feet in black stockings supporting her weight, her body rising and falling repeatedly, her thick penis appearing and disappearing at her anus. Zi Yue would occasionally reach out and pry open the swollen, fleshy opening of her vagina, rubbing and stimulating her clitoris incessantly. Later, overcome with lust, she inserted all four fingers into her vagina, pressing her thumb against her vulva, forcefully prying the vaginal opening open, trying to expose the rotten inner flesh. The vaginal fluids flowing continuously from within dripped down the messy, broken folds of flesh like a cascading curtain, dripping onto the floor. The pool of fluid quickly soaked her gently moving, stockinged feet.

The room's light illuminated Zi Yue's face, half-hidden behind sunglasses beneath her wide-brimmed hat, her dark lips, and her cold smile. I clearly saw a most lewd Zi Yue, the exact opposite of Xin Ran, instantly unsettling my heart.

I clenched my fists, unsure of what to do. Was this all I could do—solve problems with my fists? A sense of powerlessness welled up deep within me.我呆呆看着紫月一直把事办完，我突然没有了意料中的那种冲动，也没有热血上涌的感觉，完全没有了那晚想揍人的冲动。

八字胡男握着粗大的阴茎，对着紫月仰抬的脸射出了一股股浓重的精液，精液很多，射到了紫月的额头上，墨镜的镜片上，鼻子上，嘴唇上，还有长长伸出的舌头上，很快紫月的脸就浆然模糊了起来，额头上那几股精液缓缓往眼眶流去，消失在黑黑的墨镜后面，墨镜上的精液也垂挂了下来，滴在脸颊上，顺着下巴，滴了下去，胸前长长的男士领带上也沾上了白色的精液。

紫月用手刮了刮脸上的精液，把它们都送到嘴里，吐咽了下去；她摘下了黑黑的墨镜，用舌头去舔镜片上的精液。 I saw clumps of semen, like paste, in Zi Yue's eye sockets, on her eyebrows, and on her eyelashes. In those milky, blurry eyes, I could clearly see a happy and satisfied smile—a look I'd never seen in her during our battle in the bathroom that night.

Zi Yue placed her sunglasses on the sofa, neatly and carefully cleaning the semen from the mustachioed man's penis. She stood up, kissed him a few times, and said gently, "Brother Jiang Tao, go take a shower first. I already prepared the bath when I came in. Let me tidy up, and then we can shower together, okay? I'll help you scrub your back..."

Before Zi Yue could finish speaking, the mustachioed man suddenly raised his hand and slapped her across the face. Caught off guard, Zi Yue fell to the ground, her wide-brimmed hat rolling to the side, revealing her long hair that had been hidden inside. Ziyue covered the side of her face that had been slapped with one hand, tears welling in her eyes. Her expression shifted abruptly from joy and happiness to gloom and sorrow.

Damn it, this beast hit a woman after he'd had his fun! A surge of anger welled up inside me, and I almost rushed into the room. This guy is a real piece of work. But a voice kept repeating in my head: "It's none of your business, it has nothing to do with you, she's not worth it, don't cause any more trouble..."

I clenched my fists, took a few deep breaths, and struggled to suppress my impulse.

The man with the mustache pointed at Ziyue and said, "Bitch! Forget about brother and sister, is 'Brother Jiang Tao' what you call him? I've warned you many times, don't have any illusions about me. Although you cured my impotence, I've already repaid you. Your father not being sentenced to death is my repayment to you. You're a bitch now, you know that? A bitch! Do you think I'd still have feelings for a bitch?"

The man with the mustache leaned down, hands on his hips, his face very close to Ziyue's, his still-erect penis swaying slightly. He continued, "Don't think that serving me to your satisfaction will bring things back to the way they were before. I advise you to take some money and find someone somewhere no one knows you to marry. That would be better for both of us."

"Brother Jiang Tao, I was wrong, please don't let me leave your side..."

"Don't call me that again!"

the man with the mustache roared.

"...Okay, I won't call you that! Mr. Wang, no... I'll still call you Jiang Tao. Don't you remember? I did this to treat your illness. Back then, when you weren't well, you said you liked seeing me in uniform playing different roles. I changed into many different uniforms, trying my best to imitate them, but your illness still didn't improve. Later, you saw a prostitute on the street, and you said you felt something. So I dressed up as a prostitute, but you said I wasn't a real prostitute and you still didn't feel anything. For you, I went to experience the life of a prostitute, to become a real prostitute. Later, I called a client, and in front of you, I endured the disgust and slept with him. Only then did you feel something, and from then on, your illness slowly improved. Have you forgotten all of this?"

Zi Yue said, her voice trembling with tears, which streamed down her face uncontrollably.

Zi Yue continued, "Before this, you said you loved me and wanted to be with me. You said you couldn't give me sex and that you wanted me to leave you so I could be happy. But I didn't care. As long as I could be with you, I was already content. For you, I was willing to stoop to prostitution and tried every means to cure your illness. Why did you change after you recovered? Tell me, why? Is it because my father went to prison that you no longer want me? Is that it? When my father was powerful and influential, how much money did he help your father, Wang Rentian, make? Doesn't your family owe anything to my father for what it is today? And you know perfectly well how he got into prison!"

"Enough! You said enough! Yes, I just look down on your family because you're powerless now. So what? With my status today, how could I be with a filthy prostitute like you? Don't you know that women and men are different? If a woman is tainted, she'll always be tainted, never able to turn things around. But no matter what, a man, once cleaned up, is still a shining diamond. Just accept your fate as a prostitute! Your father helped our family, but his imprisonment wasn't entirely because of us. Without us, he wouldn't have survived. Our family doesn't owe your family anything. I'm very grateful to you for curing my illness. I can give you money—a million, five million, even tens of millions—I'll give it to you, but..." "You just won't take it, saying our relationship can't be measured by money, that it's not something money can buy. Are you stupid? Are you out of your mind? In this day and age, money talks. I'm offering it to you and you won't take it? You're just being a slut! You might as well go back to being a prostitute."

Wang Jiangtao waved his hand, pulled a briefcase from the sofa, emptied it out, and threw it at Ziyue, saying, "Take this money, it's your due reward. It's enough for you to not have to take clients for six months. Don't say I didn't take care of you."

I saw Ziyue's face turn ashen under the bills flying around the room, her tears had stopped, and her eyes were empty.

"I don't want to see you before I get out. Go away."

Wang Jiangtao turned and left, going into the bathroom. The bathroom door closed, and soon the sound of running water came from inside.

Ziyue stared blankly at the closed bathroom door, a look of hatred flashing in her dark eyes, a look that seemed to want to burn the entire room to the ground. But that look quickly vanished, and Ziyue slumped to the floor, sobbing again. Her heaving shoulders showed how heartbroken she was.

After a while, Ziyue stopped crying, stood up, tidied up her things, changed into a set of underwear, put on a long dress, a coat, and boots, and packed her high heels and police uniform into a small travel suitcase. Then she went to a corner of the room and took something. I looked at it; what she was holding was a camera. Had Ziyue filmed everything that had just happened? What was she going to do?

Ziyue neatly packed away the long cable of the camera, put it into the box she had been carrying, pulled open the long handle of the box, dragging it on the ground, ignoring the banknotes scattered on the floor, and walked towards the door. I rushed out of the corridor before she left. I hid in the shadows, watching Ziyue leave. Her eyes were vacant, and she disappeared into the club's entrance like a walking corpse. My heart was in turmoil, a mix of emotions, as if I were holding back a ball of fire with nowhere to vent it. It was only through repeated self-reminders that I managed to calm myself down a little.

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