A fleeting romance on a train

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On the first day back to work after the long holiday, I recounted the exciting story I'd been holding back all night to my colleague. I just couldn't hold it in any longer! Such an extreme, shameless couple, such explicit flirting and groping, such a close-up, live demonstration of their lewd flirting on the train—how could I not share it? When I started blablabla to one person, I realized all my colleagues were listening intently. It quickly escalated into a huge discussion:
"How do you know he's a married man?"
"They even went to the toilet together!!!"
1.
Due to various reasons, I bought my return train ticket late and got a seat. Other modes of transportation would require transfers. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to endure it again. For us working-class folks, it's tough. Those of you who frequently travel by train know that during holidays, if you board halfway through the journey, sometimes there's not even a place to stand. Remembering my experience of almost crying from being crammed into the train during the National Day holiday years ago, I resolutely brought a small plastic stool on the train.
After finally squeezing onto the train, looking at the sheer number of people, I thought, "Fine, I'll just squeeze into the tiny space between the carriages." This decision left me speechless, at a loss for words. No words could express the turmoil in my heart. My beautiful worldview, my passionate heart—it all turned ice-cold…
At my first stop after boarding, the first and second male protagonists of the story appeared.
Let's call the first male protagonist the Long-Haired Guy. His hair was incredibly long; I just wanted to give him a bunch of hair ties. He had a loud voice and loved to chat people up.
The second male protagonist was the Shirt Guy. He was fairly good-looking, quite quiet, and I didn't even notice him at first. However, without this silent, brooding, and somewhat lecherous Shirt Guy, how could this story have continued?
2.
After sitting for a while, I realized I was in a smoking room. Damn it, how come I never noticed before? A few grown men started puffing away, and I couldn't say anything. I just put up with it. Dizzy and disoriented, we passed a few small stations before the female protagonist made her grand entrance.
Well, not exactly grand, just a loud voice and a cheerful, outgoing personality, which made her quite noticeable. Let's call her Lianlian-mei (Lianlian Girl), because that's what the two guys called her later.
I was sitting in the innermost corner, with the long-haired man to my left, separated from me by a travel bag. Opposite me was a random passerby, and opposite the long-haired man was the man in the shirt. As mentioned before, the long-haired man was quite talkative; he was the one who flirted with Lianlian-mei. After a few exchanges, I saw their eyes meet, and they were already exchanging things like, "Do you dare sit on my lap?" and "I definitely dare!"
I thought this conversation was already quite ambiguous, but I didn't expect what followed... Sigh, I'll hold back for now, folks. Passerby A was the main culprit in this whole drama; he got off the bus, lalalalala~~~~ and naturally, Lianlian sat opposite me.
3.
This part mainly involved verbal flirting, and I, this humble woman, was truly amazed.
You could say the long-haired man was very skilled at flirting, proceeding step by step—a textbook example of how to approach someone.
The first topic, of course, was the usual chatter about professions, hometowns, and travel destinations. From their conversation, I learned that the long-haired man and the man in the shirt were from the same hometown, A, and worked year-round in B (which happens to be Lianlian's hometown). These two men were returning home to visit relatives. Lianlian, on the other hand, had started her journey from her hometown and got off before the two men. Ugh, getting off at the same stop as me... I don't need to explain their professions here.
The second topic: "Where's your boyfriend?"
"I don't have a boyfriend."
"Then why are you wearing a ring on your middle finger? Don't you know the meaning of wearing a ring on different fingers?"
...
This topic, of course, is to find out if the other person is single or not. Careful observation is essential!
The third topic: "Do you often go online?"
After exchanging experiences with mobile internet, they finally exchanged QQ numbers and phone numbers.
The fourth topic, finally, finally started to involve certain body parts.
4. Oh,
right, I need to make a quick interjection.
During these topics, the long-haired guy kept asking Lianlian, "What do you think girls like? Give me some advice." Based on my experience, this long-haired guy is interested in Lianlian, right? What do you all think? Haha.
The three of them started talking about tattoos.
The long-haired guy said with great insight, "Girls, it's best to have a tattoo. Fair skin looks good with a tattoo."
Lianlian laughed, "Hehe, I have one."
"You have a tattoo? Let me see it!" the long-haired guy said, his eyes shining.
"You can't see..."
"Then let me guess."
"Here? Here? Here? Here?" The long-haired man pointed to various parts of Lianlian's body as he spoke, from her calves to her fingers, arms, back, thighs, chest... his fingers practically poking right at her. At this moment, I thought my eyes were going to go blind. Was I just too ignorant? Is this kind of behavior normal? Heaven, tell me~~~~
Lianlian was very embarrassed, "No, no, not here!" Her expression was so coy and alluring~~
The long-haired man stopped pointing and said with experience, "Girls like to get a butterfly tattoo."
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Lianlian got excited at this point, "How do you know it's a butterfly?"
"Well, you can't get a chick tattoo, can you?"
Then the three of them burst into laughter.
"You can't misunderstand me. I said women don't get chick tattoos on their bodies," the long-haired man deliberately teased Lianlian again.
"That's what you said yourself. Everyone on the bus heard what you said."
The three of them burst into laughter again.
After a while, the long-haired guy asked Lianlian again, "What do you think girls like? Tell me quickly!"
The silent, brooding man in the shirt finally spoke, "Little Chicken!" I had almost ignored him. The shirt-wearing guy was really something else—concise and to the point! Could it be that the cute pronunciation of "Little Chicken" captivated Lianlian?
5.
It was evening now, the air was bad, and I had a terrible headache and dozed off for a while. My legs were aching, so I stood up for a bit.
Standing up was a mistake; my young heart was deeply, deeply wounded. When did Lianlian's arm get linked with the shirt-wearing guy's?! When did they hook up? They hooked up so quickly and passionately in the short time I was half asleep? Where was the long-haired guy? Where did he go? How did the woman he worked so hard to seduce end up in the arms of a silent man? In just a short while, I was out of the loop…
At that moment, I finally realized that the unstoppable gossip spirit I'd picked up from hanging out on Tianya (a popular Chinese online forum) had already taken hold in my mind. You're a jerk, so I gossip—that's the so-called natural order of things.
I started paying close attention to them. My first glance revealed the girl and the man in the shirt were whispering sweet nothings. The man was gently stroking the girl's hand, repeatedly saying how small and delicate her hands were. Later, I realized his "secret weapon" was gently brushing the girl's hair back—it was so tender and gentle. My second glance showed the girl's hand on the man's thigh, near his crotch, and they were whispering to each other for a while. The man was groping the girl; I really couldn't bear to watch. Later, I didn't even need to look at them anymore. Every time I opened my eyes, this appalling scene was before me: their bold and passionate flirting on the left, and the reflection in the train window on the right showing their desperate expressions. My eyes were brutally assaulted by this train's fleeting flirtation! The whispering I mentioned earlier was just a facade; they were probably both hard of hearing. Did they really need to speak so loudly?
"When I come back to find you, you'll be mine, okay?" I was stunned.
"I can't give you that right now, can you let me touch you first?" Besides being stunned, I started to act, taking out my digital camera, but I didn't dare to take a picture!
"If you really have a husband... (I can't hear you clearly, forgive me)"
At this time, the long-haired man was still watching them, continuing to talk about physical matters with his amorous mouth, flirting with the two opposite him. Good heavens~~~
6.
The long-haired man was silent for a while, and I heard him mutter to himself to the two opposite him, "Do you know what I want to do right now? I want to kill someone." No one paid attention to him.
Poor long-haired man, if it were me, I would want to kill someone too.
The three of them started smoking, discussing the issue of women smoking, saying how beautiful the posture of women smoking was, and then staring at Lianlianmei as she blew smoke. Because she can't inhale, she can only exhale, haha.
The long-haired man seemed to have let go, and said, "Do you know what makes the women over there better than the women over here?" Then he hesitated.
"Bigger boobs," the shirt-wearing guy was as incisive as ever, tsk tsk.
"No, it's whiter skin," I glanced up at Lianlian, and she wasn't white at all. How dark must the woman over there be?
I hate people smoking in enclosed spaces, especially three jerseys puffing away. So I resorted to my ultimate weapon: menthol balm. I smeared a thick layer of menthol balm on my temples, wrists, behind my ears, and the backs of my feet, practically smearing it on the wall, haha.
Sure enough, the delicate Lianlian couldn't take it. She said sweetly to the shirt-wearing guy, "That stuff smells so strong!"
It was obvious I was targeting them. The chivalrous shirt-wearing guy gently made all three of them put out their cigarettes, hehehe.
If any of you were on the same bus as me, you can definitely smell the pungent menthol balm on me, haha~~~
7.
I really don't use the word "cheap" easily, but if you say this couple isn't cheap, it's simply outrageous. The guy in the shirt is cheap because he has a family and a wife, yet he's hugging another woman on his way home. The girl in the shirt is cheap because she knows he has a wife and shamelessly lets him take advantage of her. I watched them scrolling through their phones, discussing the guy's wife and child.
"That's obviously your daughter, right?"
"Yeah, she'll be one year and two months old soon."
...
"I still have to go home. I don't miss my wife, I have to think about my daughter."
...
"You don't know, my wife is just like that woman from earlier." I knew the guy in the shirt was talking about a petite woman who had just gotten on the bus. I was listening with my head down, and maybe he was talking about me too. Haha.
I looked up, and the girl in the shirt was touching the guy's biceps. I guess they were both quite engrossed. The guy in the shirt leaned heavily against Lianlian, his hands roaming over her body. I really can't describe the details; they were completely ignoring me and everyone else. Let the talented folks
on Tianya imagine! After a while of this, Lianlian said, "I need to use the restroom!"
8.
When I heard Lianlian go to the restroom, I knew the guy in the shirt would follow. Sure enough, they both stood up and moved towards the restroom.
I didn't follow; otherwise, my poor little plastic stool would be full. Waaah, forgive me.
I don't know what happened; I wouldn't be able to see anything more erotic...
About twenty minutes later, the guy in the shirt returned, looking rather grumpy. Had he failed? Lianlian still hadn't appeared... Had they said goodbye? Wasn't she supposed to get off the bus in an hour?
9.
Lianlian finally returned. In the remaining hour, the two of them did everything they could to be intimate, mainly because the man in the shirt was desperately trying to persuade her.
"Come visit my hometown, you don't have anything else to do anyway."
"Then wait for me to come back to you."
The man in the shirt was still very bold. I really wanted to kick that pair of sluts off the train, let them do whatever they wanted. But the train was too fast, and they couldn't have their way.
Lianlian rested her head on the man in the shirt's shoulder, as if they had been in love for many years. Ugh.
The long-haired man started talking again.
"Men, it's normal to be lustful but not unfaithful, it's half normal to be lustful and unfaithful, and the most abnormal is not being lustful but unfaithful." I actually remembered the long-haired man's theory! Am I possessed?
Lianlian continued, "There aren't many men who aren't unfaithful these days."
"Look at those women driving BMWs, they're all other men's wives!" I can't understand their thinking, but those are their exact words. What does that mean? Ha!
"If I were driving a BMW, I'd have one in front and one behind," the man in the shirt said, his statement truly heavyweight.
"You think you can handle that?" Lianlian mocked him.
"I'm very capable," the man in the shirt implied. Oh my gosh~~~
I've been playing dead for so long, and they still won't let me go. I think if there were a real dead person here, they'd come back to life after hearing their conversation~~~
Time is running out, is my "connection" with these guys about to end? I also saw that Lianlian was actually starting to resist the man in the shirt's inappropriate touching. Maybe it's because we're almost at our destination, and she's not in the mood for any more flirting.
10.
Finally, we arrived at our destination. My mundane life was transformed by this short, thunderous 6-hour train journey into a bittersweet experience.
The guy in the shirt was so reluctant to leave! His arm was around Lianlian's waist, and he was still staring intently at her. He used his signature move to brush her hair aside. I bet he was thinking about how the prize he was about to get away with was about to slip through his fingers—that look of resentment in his eyes was priceless. We
got off the bus. Since I was on the inside, following behind Lianlian, I witnessed the grand finale of this casual fling.
Sure enough, as expected, the guy in the shirt, while telling Lianlian not to forget him, secretly slipped his hand deep, deep into her jeans, scratching and pinching. Since the jeans were tight, he didn't actually go very deep, haha. This is what they call being "unable to extricate oneself" from love, hahaha. The people of JP gave us a fairly exciting ending!
At this moment, my eyes are practically blinding! Lend me a pair of discerning eyes!

[The End]

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