[After the breakup, I became your girlfriend] (1-2) Author: fenbian

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Chapter 1

Sitting in the hard sleeper carriage heading north, I was still in a daze.

Just twelve hours ago, I officially broke up with my girlfriend of two years, who lived in another city. To show that our breakup was different from
before , this time she only saw me off to the subway entrance. She turned away quickly and resolutely, without looking back
.

Now, I stared at the pitch-black night view outside the window, completely devoid of thought.

Seven days ago, when she said "let's break up," my first sleepless night began.

I booked a flight for the next day to try and win back her, whom I cherished like a treasure, and this relationship that I considered a glory.
So far , I haven't slept more than nine hours in the past seven days. At night, I
wander aimlessly through deserted streets, yet my legs feel no soreness. I eat very little each day. I feel like I've completely embodied
all the elements of a failed romance in a drama. To be honest, I don't feel tired at all. My mind is always
blank, and my heart feels like it's entangled in piano strings, throbbing with pain every now and then. I finally understand that emotions can affect physical strength
.

Now, I sit on the train, the inevitable ending arriving swiftly and resolutely.

The train policeman's figure is reflected in the glass; it seems he's passed by me many times already. To avoid bothering those
around me , I decide to lie down.

Lying on the berth, I still can't sleep. Based on my experience these past few days, I know I'll eventually fall asleep—
half an hour ? Maybe a little longer today… When I wake up, it's a different world.

Before I even open my eyes, I sense something's wrong. There's no train swaying, no smell of laundry
, and the space doesn't feel so oppressive anymore. A familiar scent of hair stirs my breath.

I abruptly open my eyes, quickly sit up, and look around.

This is… this is the dormitory. In the dim morning light, I make out my surroundings. Besides me, there are three other
beds. Everyone seems to be asleep. I look down at myself, and a familiar nightgown catches my eye.

I'm horrified. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a small mirror on the bedside table. I pick it up tremblingly and look at the person in the mirror.

It's my girlfriend, whom I just broke up with.

After waking up, I found myself transformed into my ex-girlfriend.

I didn't need to pinch my thigh to confirm it, because the feeling emanating from my surroundings was a
reality no dream could replicate, including the sensation of just waking up. It made me acutely aware that my consciousness was
in control .

Like the old jokes in the dorm: waking up to find yourself a woman, the first thing you do is give
your buddies some fun.

I quickly figured out what to do first.

Looking back, I realize I was still stuck in a morbid state of mind, traumatized by the breakup.

I tiptoed down the ladder, got out of bed, turned on her—or rather, mine—computer, plugged in my headphones, and
logged onto QQ.

My ex-girlfriend's explanation for the breakup was that her family disapproved. In fact,
some , I'd noticed certain clues, such as
frequent visits from certain guys on her Renren (now called Renren, but we still called it Renren back then), her avatar immediately
turning gray when I logged onto QQ, and her always showing as online when I was invisible, etc.

One night, I secretly logged into her QQ account and discovered that she had added a person I
'd never seen before to her family group, someone called "Brother." In fact, she had changed the nicknames for several of her cousins to their real names
, and this guy with the "Brother" nickname had only recently been moved to this group.

And that wasn't all. That same night, I received a message from this person after my girlfriend logged off:
"Goodnight, baby."

It was followed by a few caring words, like reminding her to pay attention to the weather.

At this point, the truth was obvious.

When my attempts to win her back in N city were showing signs of failure, I confronted her about it. I questioned her
, asking if this person was the reason she broke up with me.

My girlfriend vehemently denied it.

I then asked her about these messages.

Her explanation was that this person was indeed her suitor, but nothing had ever happened between them;
they had never even met in person, only chatted. As for the affectionate nicknames, it was just him
calling her that one-sidedly, and after several attempts to correct him failed, she just let him call her that. The reason for the breakup wasn't him, and
she wouldn't be with him after the breakup.

I was speechless; after all, I was there to salvage the relationship, not to catch her cheating, so I left the
topic at that.

However, I noticed that during the few days I was there, even when we were together, she frequently picked up
her phone, seemingly chatting with someone else. I could only pretend not to see it.

The final result, as you can see, was failure.

So, in a near-hysterical state, even if this was a dream, my first reaction was still
to check her chat history.

The messages were numerous, and as I read through them, a constant, agonizing pain gripped my heart. Although my ex-
girlfriend 's words hinted at ambiguity and affection, it seemed, as she said, that she hadn't agreed to anything with him. She
mostly changed the subject when his blatant pursuit came across.

Yet, a bitter ache lingered in my heart.

For a moment, I was frozen in place, staring blankly at the screen, so much so that I didn't notice my ex-girlfriend's
roommate waking up and getting out of bed.

"Oh, up so early chatting with him?"

My roommate's comment as she passed behind me startled me awake.

"Huh??

What??"

Still not used to my current situation, I thought I'd been caught peeking at the messages and instinctively panicked
.

"Tch, don't pretend, it's that 'Brother Lu' of yours. Chatting day and night, I think you're doomed."

She said as she walked towards the bathroom.

I realized she was referring to my girlfriend and that person's endless chatter. I
casually replied, "Really..." She stopped, resting her hand on the back of my chair. "Still 'really'?
Last time I asked you if you broke up with Xiao Xiang (my name) because of this Brother Lu, and you said no. I could tell you weren't
telling the truth then."

"No way..." "You say no," she said, her tone becoming more serious, "We live together..."
"After all this time, don't we know each other well enough? If you ask me, if you've broken up, you've broken up. Your Lu-ge is closer to you,
in the same city. I think he's more handsome than Xiao Xiang, and besides, your feelings for him
are much stronger than when Xiao Xiang was pursuing you. In my opinion, you truly love this Lu-ge."

Hearing my roommate's words, my already broken heart clenched a few more times.

Seeing that I didn't say anything, my roommate went to the bathroom.

Just as I was lost in thought, I heard a QQ message notification in my earphones.

In the family group, the avatar of that "brother" was flashing. I then realized that my girlfriend had set him to be
visible only when invisible.

I took a deep breath and opened the message.

"Why are you up so early? Are you feeling better?"

At this moment, I felt as if I could see the so-called Lu-ge through the screen, and my heart ached.

I scrolled through yesterday's chat history. After my girlfriend saw me off, she didn't talk to him much. She just briefly explained
the situation and wanted to go to sleep early. He seemed to know that my girlfriend was in a bad mood, so he comforted her for a couple of minutes and then ended
the conversation .

My hands trembled as I gripped the keyboard, looking at the message he sent wishing his girlfriend a good night's sleep. A feeling I couldn't quite define—
excitement or pain—pounded in my heart, sending waves of bittersweet madness
coursing through my veins.

"Much better," I wrote, those simple three words, rewriting them several times with trembling hands.

"That's good, everything's over." "Yeah." "Actually, I know you're still feeling bad, but some
things can't be forced. It's better to resolve something than not."

Looking at his clichéd words of comfort, I could imagine him suppressing his glee at stealing someone else's girlfriend, forcing
himself to put on an ugly act of showing off his charm for his girlfriend's sake. Suddenly, all those ambiguous messages, his girlfriend's
roommate's words, the impatience at their parting—all flooded back. My hands trembled even more, my brain burning red.

"I understand, thank you, brother. It's good that you're here right now." After sending that, a crazy, vengeful
thrill surged through me, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Don't worry, I'm always here, whenever you need me." Hmph, I could practically feel his initial
elation at seeing his prey take the bait.

"Thank you, brother." "You're welcome. I was just saying, taking you out to relax would make you feel much better.
How about this weekend?"

Heh, already making his move, huh?

I sneered inwardly.

"I'll think about it some more."

"Okay, let me know when you've decided. I'm free anytime."

Pushing aside the keyboard, I slumped into my chair, the emotions from earlier still lingering, an indescribable weariness.

Just then, my roommate came out of the bathroom and, seeing me sitting there motionless, curiously approached: "
What's okay?"

"Ah, ah," I still wasn't used to talking to her, "I'm fine." "

What's wrong? Did you have a fight?"

My roommate's words clearly indicated that she had already assumed my girlfriend had fallen for someone else and was having an affair with this guy.

“No,” I said, still lingering on the aching pain in my heart, “He asked me out.”

“Then go ahead.”

“But…” I looked up and saw her waiting for my reply. A thought suddenly struck me;
perhaps I could get some information from her.

“What ‘but’?”

“Nothing… Do you think I should go?”

“Why not?”

“Because… I’m not sure…” “I think you’re blinded by your own feelings. Remember
what you told me last time? You thought he was special, and you couldn’t stop talking to him all day.

That time we went out, when you saw the XX bus, your first thought was that it went to his
school. I knew you were obsessed then. I never saw you like this when you were dating Xiao Xiang.”

“No way! Did you take something from him? You’re always pushing me towards him.”

“Hehe, to be honest, he really did say he’d treat me to dinner.”

“Huh?”

"He contacted me a long time ago, asking me about you—what you like to eat, what your
hobbies . A few days ago, when Xiao Xiang came, he asked me to keep an eye on you, saying you've been emotionally unstable lately and
need care.

Actually, both Xiao Xiang and him are good to you. You don't need to dwell on the breakup for too long.
Just choose the one you like."

Hearing her words, I felt a pang of sadness again, muttering to myself, "Do I like him...?" She
glanced at me: "Doesn't your breakup with Xiao Xiang prove anything?"

Those words were like a wedge, driving the pain into my heart even deeper.

My roommate went back to sleep after speaking, and I sat there blankly, my thoughts a jumble.

Perhaps because of the body swap, the feeling of emptiness I had felt earlier had vanished. My mind was no longer
just filled with the lingering embers of the breakup; I started thinking about more substantial questions, like the ones I should have
considered first.

Will I be his girlfriend forever, or is it temporary?

If it's temporary, is it only this morning, a day, or a week? I stroked the face
I'd gazed at countless times, looking at the shallow indentations on the back of my hand and the rounded fingertips,
the breasts unbound by a bra beneath her pajamas. As I cupped them in my hands, a flutter of emotion swept through me, for at that moment, I was both giver
and receiver.

I was her.

I'd thought about the breakup countless times in the past seven days, the question of who was right and who was wrong thoroughly chewed over
. Long chat logs, my roommate's words, flashed back repeatedly, piercing me again. When I finally
noticed the time, the sun was already high in the afternoon, and I sat there, soaked in aching pain.

The opposite of love isn't hate, but indifference.

Even after the heart-wrenching breakup, I still believed I loved her. And now, I was certain that
my feelings for her, from the day we met, had always been there, only now they had turned into utter hatred.

I clicked on his QQ profile picture, my hands dry and calm: "Where shall we go this weekend?"

Chapter Two:

The salty sea breeze blew by, and the April sun already held a hint of warmth.

At that moment, I let Lu Wan—the so-called Brother Lu—hold my hand as we strolled along the beach
. Ever since I leaned on his hand for support when we got out of the car, he hadn't let go of my hand.
I couldn't help but recall how it took me
half a year from our first meeting to finally hold hands with Chen Qian—my ex-girlfriend. This current temptation, however, only took four months. That familiar, aching feeling, accompanied by
a criminal- like thrill, surged from my heart throughout my body, even making my breathing slightly rapid.

"What's wrong?"

Lu Wan asked with concern.

"Nothing, nothing."

The thought that Lu Wan was about to break our hand-holding record made my heart feel like it was being boiled in sulfuric
acid .

Perhaps he mistook my faint blush for shyness, making him feel smug.

The April weather already carried the scent of summer, but the seawater wasn't quite warm enough for swimming, so I didn't
change into my swimsuit, just wearing capri pants and a short-sleeved t-shirt. The sea breeze whipped around my chest, outlining the beautiful curves of my breasts and the
blurry . The hem of my shirt billowed like waves, and in those short ten minutes, Lu Wan's eyes glanced
at my chest at least twenty times.

There weren't many people on the beach, so we strolled hand in hand, chatting.

This kind of flirtatious probing and verbal traps, the kind that lead to a romantic relationship, are child's play for me. His hidden
bait, his teasing, his jokes—everything is crystal clear to me. This guy's dating skills
are so-so. I easily play along at the right moments, whether it's covering my mouth to laugh or feigning
a pinch, effortlessly making him happy to the point of scratching his head.

"Here, I saw this last night."

He handed me his phone.

"What is it?"

"Look, it's pretty interesting."

I took the phone. It was a post, a collection of comments on certain topics.
This one was about "What's it like to have a boyfriend with a really small penis?" It mostly contained
playful descriptions of using toothpicks to poke a jar, but also some comments boasting about how well-endowed and skilled their boyfriends were.

"What are you showing me…" I pretended to blush, my voice laced with amusement.

"Hehe, don't you think it's interesting?"

Heh, what's interesting is the way he used it to tease me.

I pretended to be embarrassed but also increasingly eager to see more, continuing to browse. This was clearly the best
reaction he expected, so he leaned over to look with me.

When I saw the comment, "When I first saw my husband take off his pants, I knew he was the one for me,
" my heart skipped a beat. I took a deep breath to calm the turbulent emotions within me and, feigning shyness, asked in a low voice,
"Is it really that amazing?"

"What's amazing?"

he asked knowingly.

"Oh, it's this comment."

I lightly tapped him, pointing to it.

"Haha, why don't you try it and see if it's that amazing?"

"How can I try?"

Heh, isn't that what you want to hear?

"I can go through the trouble of taking off my pants to help you."

"You're so annoying!"

I got into a fighting stance, and he laughed as he ran away.

"Want to try this?"

After strolling around for a while, he suddenly pointed to the bungee jumping area not far away and asked me.

I knew the correct answer should be "yes," but to be honest, I'd never been bungee jumping before. Although I
'm not afraid of heights, the sport is definitely a bit thrilling, so I was a little apprehensive.

"I've never tried this before...Isn't it dangerous?"

I said, biting my finger.

"No, no, I've never done it either. We

're already here, let's give it a try, come on." He said, pulling me over.

"Are you two jumping together?"

the manager asked.

Standing on the tall bungee tower, with black seawater below, I couldn't help but feel dizzy.

"Yes, you can do tandem bungee jumping, right?"

Lu Wan replied.

"I think I'd better not...I'm a little scared..." I protested weakly.

The manager, of course, wouldn't let this business opportunity pass by, and enthusiastically promoted it: "Don't be afraid, little girl,
it 's not dangerous at all. Your boyfriend will hold you, so you won't be scared."

I was about to correct him that he wasn't my boyfriend, but Lu Wan quickly interrupted: "That's right, don't be afraid,
I'll protect you. Let's do it tandem, where do we pay?"

I pretended to hit him, as if to protest our boyfriend-girlfriend relationship. The dizziness was gradually
replaced by the guilt of betraying my girlfriend. That thrilling tremor really made me feel how scared I was of bungee jumping.

"Come on, stand in line so I can tie the straps,"

the manager directed us to stand together.

He stood there with a wicked grin, waiting for me to throw myself into his arms. If I still didn't know what he was up to
, I might as well jump right now.

I rolled my eyes at him, pressed myself against him, the rounded peaks of my breasts touching his chest, and I felt his
gaze burning.

"Alright, come on, you two slowly move to this side of the platform,"

the manager said, completing the final safety check and directing us to prepare to jump.

Standing on the edge, I started to panic again, my body trembling uncontrollably. Lu Wan took the opportunity to wrap
his arms around my slender waist, pressing my breasts against his chest.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here,"

he said breathlessly, his voice filled with desire.

Perhaps my consciousness was still that of my former self, but the sense of the world returned to this body was entirely
feminine, like a man getting an erection at the sight of large hips and breasts. At this moment, I felt his hand on my waist burning hot like a
branding . Being held in his arms like this, I suddenly had a kind of confused and intoxicating illusion, mixed with painful memories of the past
. This moment gave me immense sensory stimulation, especially when I thought that I, or rather my girlfriend, would lose far more
than just an embrace. My whole body felt like noodles in boiling water. I sighed inwardly and rested my head on his neck
.

Then, the world turned upside down.

The chill of the fall was still beyond my body's capacity to withstand. I screamed, and Lu Wan roared wildly
. At this moment, I had no time to think. My hands instinctively clung to him tightly, like a drowning person grasping at
a straw , pressing myself against him as close as possible.

Lu Wan obviously felt the allure of the soft body in his arms and held me even tighter, his hands wandering downwards.
I pretended not to notice as I slid away, my body rubbing against his chest as I moved.

Suddenly, I felt something hard in my lower abdomen, and my heart skipped a beat. This beast, he could still get an erection at such
a dangerous moment! Because we were so close, and his pants were so loose, I
could clearly feel the size and heat of that thing, and my heart skipped another beat.

This size was probably the most magnificent I'd ever seen in all the public bathhouses I'd been to.

Thinking of the comments I'd just read about "taking off your pants and committing to a lifetime together," the last layer of my anxiety subsided. Yes
, if I was going to sell my girlfriend, why not do it beautifully? I didn't want my first time to be a caterpillar.

The bungee cord had stopped bouncing, and we were hanging upside down between the sea and the sky. Only then did I pull away slightly,
raise my head, and look at him with teary eyes: "You lied...you scared me to death..." He stared at me blankly, then suddenly
kissed me, giving me no time to react.

But I didn't need to consciously think about it; my body had already made the honest response.

My brain went completely blank, and I only instinctively extended my soft tongue. As he
sucked on me with an insatiable, almost suffocating urge, we slowly rose.

(To be continued)

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