I only love your lower body (1)

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Love and sex.
Love precedes affection, and with love, it gradually transforms into emotion;
sex precedes love, and with sex, emotion is sublimated and deepened.
Love precedes affection, and sex precedes love. Does love lead to deeper affection, or does sex lead to truer love?

The afternoon sun shone brightly. I leaned lazily against the chair, lit a cigarette, and stared blankly at the screen. I felt like I had something to say.
This novel seemed to have touched something deep in my heart, but I couldn't find the right words to describe this feeling.

In life, there are other things besides love. They are needed by both men and women...
and are the most real part of human nature.

Written before "Only Love Your Lower Body"

(1)
The bed was warm, and my wife's arm was on my waist. I didn't even have the strength to turn over, but if I didn't get up, I felt like I was going to
wet the bed .
In a daze, I pulled up my pants and got up, and swayed as I opened the bedroom door and went out. I groggily opened another
door . The room was dark, with no light, only creaking sounds and the panting of a woman and a man. Not fully
awake, I was suddenly pulled out. After relieving myself in the bathroom, I lay down on the bed, feeling quite comfortable, when suddenly I felt a slap on the shoulder.
Startled, I opened my eyes to see Li Ping glaring at me angrily.
"What are you looking at? What were you doing?" my wife shouted.
"Oh? Going to the bathroom, huh?" I answered weakly, just trying to get it over with and go back to sleep. The woman in my dream
had a really nice figure; I hadn't quite gotten my fill.
*Smack!* My shoulder stung, and I was fully awake. I angrily asked, "What are you doing? It's the middle of the night
! Can't a person sleep
?" "Sleep? Why are you in someone else's room to use the bathroom?"
Ah, I remembered! I heard the noise from the next room. I had mistaken the door to the next room for
the bathroom.

Next door lived a single woman. The apartment I share with my girlfriend, Li Ping, isn't very new, but it still has a certain charm.
Apparently , she's worked in many industries before meeting a man from Qingdao and settling down as a mistress—a common occurrence these days. "A rabbit doesn't eat
the grass near its burrow. I'm not interested in her; I only love you, darling," I reassured her, and she fell asleep peacefully.

I, a thirty-year-old man, am a bit lecherous. A man who isn't lecherous is purely physiologically abnormal; "a physiologically abnormal man
might more lecherous," a friend of mine once said. I think that's true. So I don't feel ashamed of my lechery, especially since I
'm the kind of man who looks, acts, but doesn't fall in love. I
'm quite devoted to my wife; we dated for nine years but haven't married yet. Mainly because we're broke. These days, without money, nothing
is even worth mentioning. Fortunately, my girlfriend believes that even a penniless man like me will have a bright future, so things have been
relatively .

In the past ten years, I have been with a few women, but not many either. I have never changed girlfriends because, "Some things have become a
habit. It's not just a matter of feelings and responsibility. Once a habit is formed, it's hard to change." Hmm, I remember Lu Yanran
saying this when she was lying in my arms. Thinking of Yanran, I felt a surge of emotion. Damn it, I drank all afternoon and into the evening. When I got home, I fell asleep immediately and did nothing
. The image of the woman in my dream gradually became blurry. I touched the woman beside me. This woman who has been with me for almost ten years has
become a part of my life, but she doesn't know what's in my heart. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but think of Yanran again. That little
vixen who could see into my soul. I imagined her in bed and turned over to hug my wife...

The women who like me and the women I like both know that I only love two things: alcohol and women.

(2)
Men don't really understand men themselves. Women understand men better than men.
------Han Shui

If we were to do a statistical analysis, in terms of the degree of understanding, I think men are much later in their sexual encounters than women. Fantasy doesn't count. If we were to count, it would
be real. In the circles I know, many men's first time is with women who aren't virgins.
While , we also feel a deep sense of loss for these women, often secretly sighing, "After all, I gave my first time to her."

Ten years ago, in the dim light of a dance hall on a university campus in W city, Shandong

, young bodies swayed. Several of my buddies had found girlfriends, and I sat alone on a chair. Not far away was
the girl they had "booked" for me—"booked" meant someone they thought I could ask to dance. The light was too dim, and I was still studying her face when she was
asked to dance. Next to her seat sat another girl, whose features were blurry, except for her long hair.

I sauntered over and sat down next to her. I'm not a shy young man; I'm 1.81 meters tall, of average build, twenty years old, and I'm a man—I've
always believed that. Especially after a few drinks, I felt my heart brimming with passion. "Hey little sister, hello," I said to her, trying to keep my voice steady
. The lights suddenly came on, and I saw a blush rise on her face. "Hello," she said softly,
in fairly standard Mandarin.
"Studying here from out of town? Why aren't you dancing?"
"No, I moved here later. This is my first time here, I'm a little out of sorts."
"Haha, out of sorts? Come on, I'll show you around." With that, I took her hand and jumped onto the dance floor.

Perhaps my invitation was a bit too forceful, because she deliberately avoided me while dancing. To be honest, I've been here quite often, just hanging out with a few
buddies , rarely seriously inviting girls to dance. Her avoidance severely fueled my male competitive spirit, and I used every trick
in the book. More and more eyes on me were drawn to the dance floor, including her slightly adoring, shy gaze.

Ten years ago, the phrase "I'm a hooligan, who am I afraid of?" wasn't popular, but we, who grew up and lived on this campus, though not
students , had long been friends with the university students here. Nobody dared to give us a second glance, and we looked down on those semi-university students, simply
enjoying mingling among them and observing the diverse girls. I felt as familiar with every corner of the school as if it were my home. After a few dances,
I took Ping's hand and led her through a maze of turns until we reached a rockery. She leaned against it, slightly out of breath. I tentatively placed my hands on the rockery,
lowered my head, and kissed her forehead, eyelashes, and eyes. Then I kissed her cheeks. Her face was hot, and her breath filled my neck. I explored with my mouth
, finding her lips, which were moist. I gently touched them, and she didn't pull away. I then pressed my lips against hers. Well, at that time, it could only be described as "pressing," because...
I had absolutely no experience with kissing, and I lacked any skill whatsoever.

It was so sweet, truly sweet. My first contact with a woman's body besides her hands was through her mouth, and all I tasted was sweetness.
Guided by Ping, I gradually slowed down my kissing, my tongue swirling in and out of her mouth, savoring the taste from the opposite sex—a little soft,
a little wet, and a little sweet.

The days that followed were filled with fleeting joy. I often took Li Ping and my buddies out. At eighteen, she possessed an alluring youthful charm. Although
she wasn't very active, her quiet nature, paired with my energetic self, made my buddies incredibly envious.

One autumn afternoon, a light drizzle fell. The first time I brought Li Ping home, we watched TV and chatted. Her smile was always sweet. I peeled a pear and
handed it to her. The moment she saw the pear, Li Ping said, "Pears can't be shared, or they'll separate." "How could that be? Separation isn't like sharing a pear. Stop
being superstitious! We'll never be separated!"

I pulled her close, found her lips with familiarity, and kissed her deeply, the sweetness of a pear seeping into my heart. I felt a tightness all over my body, and carried
Ping straight to the bedroom. We fell onto the bed, kissing her as I reached for the back of her skirt to unbutton it. After a long while, I only managed to unbutton two buttons. She giggled in my
arms , and I said, a little annoyed, "What are you laughing at!" I didn't care anymore, and quickly took off my pants and clothes, then held her tightly.
The moment our bodies touched, I felt a momentary blankness in my mind. I tried to calm my racing heart, acting as if we were old friends, and reached out to explore
every part of her body. I heard Li Ping's soft murmurs in my ear, her arms wrapped around me, and I touched her body little by little, pulling down
her underwear from below, pressing my body against hers. When I touched her entire body, I was extremely excited. I twisted my lower body, but even though I was already on
top , I couldn't penetrate her. She gently took my penis from below, groped for her private parts, and aimed... I
entered, feeling a moist, slightly warm place. Just as I began to move, I felt a loud thud. I collapsed onto Ping, too afraid to move for a long time. After

an awkward moment, we both got up and cleaned ourselves. The sheets were damp, but not red.
After a moment of silence, I hugged Ping and said, "Darling, I really love you. Believe me, I can make you happy."

At twenty, my promise sealed my future.

At that time, I genuinely thought I couldn't perform, and I was quite frustrated for a while. Twenty minutes later, it proved my worries were unnecessary. As Li Ping nestled between my
legs watching TV, I suddenly felt a surge of heat in my lower abdomen, so I attacked again. This time, I was more skilled than before, and I heard her
soft moans of pleasure, which filled me with immense satisfaction. Later, whenever I think back to my first meeting and contact with Li Ping, I think what I liked first was her shyness
and bashfulness. This is probably related to my very macho nature. In fact, it was through her that I transformed from a boy into a man. I can never forget the sweetness of my first kiss, that
heart-warming taste, which often lingers in my dreams and has never been experienced again.

At the age of twenty, I had my first time, which made me truly a man and realize that I am also a very attractive man to women. Besides alcohol, I
found that I love women even more, love women's bodies, and love women's lower bodies.

(3)
A wife is not as good as a concubine, a concubine is not as good as a stolen affair, and a stolen affair is not as good as one that cannot be stolen.

An affair can be used on married people or people who have a fixed opposite-sex partner. And the above sentence can be said to have been passed down for thousands of years and
is still deeply rooted in the hearts of many men. "In
summer

, three women are sitting on a park bench eating ice cream. One woman licks it, slowly eating from the bottom up; another woman sucks on
it, starting from the top; and the third woman bites it, taking a bite wherever it melts. Can you guess which one is married?" I leaned against
a telephone pole by the factory gate, looking at Dongxiao with a mischievous grin.
"Let me guess? Is only one married?"
"Yes, hurry up and tell me, don't interrupt." My eyes darted around, looking at Dongxiao's neck, which was exposed by her collar—so white. Her breasts made her light blue
dress look fuller.
"Which one is it? I can't think of anything. There's no reason to guess who's married just by looking at them eating ice cream." Dongxiao looked at me innocently.
Such a naive little woman, I sighed inwardly.
When I asked Li Ping the same question, she tilted her head, grinned mischievously, and said, "Being married is like licking an ice cream cone." I laughed and said, "You're such
a pervert!" Actually, it was a riddle; the answer was: a married woman takes her child to the park.
"I'm not teasing you anymore. Want to know the answer?" I asked deliberately.
"Yes, tell me."
Ring ring ring... The work bell rang. As I walked towards the workshop, I said to Dong Xiao behind me, "You buy me drinks tonight, and I'll tell you."
"Okay, see you after work," Dong Xiao said, blushing, and ran into the workshop.

Work, home, the monotonous work day after day, coupled with arguments with Li Ping over trivial matters, became my entire life.
I hadn't picked Li Ping up from work for several days. Occasionally, she would call me after work, asking me to come over, but I would make excuses to avoid it. It wasn't that I didn't want to do "that," it's just that I was
too familiar with her body and wanted some excitement. So, these past few days, I've walked home with Dong Xiao after work, dropping her off at the bus stop before going home myself.
Dongxiao, who joined our factory after graduating from high school, was universally acknowledged as a pretty girl—fair-skinned, with a full figure, not very tall, and short hair. She
always a slight smile, very cheerful. She was kind to everyone, especially to me; we always ate lunch together at the same table and often
chatted under the telephone pole at the factory gate. There was an old locust tree there; she leaned against the tree, and I leaned against the telephone pole, chatting for half the afternoon.
The afternoons seemed especially long. I kept thinking to myself where to take her to eat, and how to find an opportunity to spend some time alone with her
. Or, what else could I do? At least, I felt she liked me quite a bit. Although she knew I had a girlfriend, she had never rejected
my affections. "Brother Lin, Brother Lin," she would call out affectionately.

At five o'clock, the bell finally rang, signaling the end of the workday. After changing out of my work clothes, I went to the locust tree at the factory gate to wait for Dongxiao. Dongxiao appeared at the factory gate, her backpack straps
digging into her rounded shoulders, her chest bouncing slightly, making my mouth go dry.
"Brother Lin, why did you come out first? I was looking for you and couldn't find you, so I rushed to the gate, thinking you'd forgotten we'd have dinner together tonight," Dongxiao
said with a smile.
"Dinner? Of course I'll eat! How could I forget something like this?" I replied, trying to appease her while secretly
thinking to myself.
At a barbecue restaurant by the sea, we ordered a few side dishes and a case of beer. Dongxiao doesn't drink, but I coaxed her into giving me a bottle.
After , her face was as red as an apple. Dongxiao, after drinking, became more talkative.
"Why haven't I seen you pick up your girlfriend after work lately? Did you two have a fight?"
"It wasn't a fight. Fighting is actually quite normal. We were just tired of arguing and wanted to give each other some time to rest."

Some people get excited when they drink; some people like to cause trouble; I like to ramble. I always want to vent all my frustrations,
as long as someone is willing to listen.
Drinking and chatting, I felt a sense of ease I hadn't felt in a long time. I even forgot my initial thoughts from the
afternoon
. Having a female friend to confide in isn't bad. People shouldn't always suppress themselves; venting when needed makes things less tiring. I haven't done anything wrong, at least not now. After finishing our drinks, it was past 8 pm. "Shall we take a taxi?" I asked.
“I want to take a walk, it’s not far from my house,” she said.
“Sure, I’m worried you’ll get tired,” I said, glancing at her.
“I’m not tired, it feels so good to walk like this with you,” she said, head down.
Suddenly, neither of us spoke, and the walk was very silent.

We arrived at Dongxiao’s building.
“Brother Lin, do you remember asking me a few days ago what kind of boyfriend I wanted?”
“I remember.”
“I don’t care what he looks like, or whether he has money, as long as he’s good to me. The genuine kind of good, the kind where I can understand all his difficulties.” After she finished speaking,
she turned and ran upstairs. I stood there stunned for two minutes before going home.

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