Picked up an AV actress

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It's 11 PM on Friday. Normally, I'd be in bed by now.

I don't like staying up late; I feel terrible the next day, write a bunch of buggy programs, and for some reason, looking at Taipei before dawn gives me a sense of desolation and loneliness, so I don't like witnessing that scene.

Today is a little different. I want to drink, alone, but not alone at home.

Office romances can be really troublesome. Even though my girlfriend cheated on me, I'm the one who quits, just because I didn't want to be in that environment with her, facing her feigned pitifulness, and hearing the whispers from my colleagues.

Breakup, quitting, re-employment—it's been tormenting me for months, enough to make me suffer.

But today is different.

I'm starting at my new company next Monday; finally, I can leave the past behind and start anew.

I should be happy, but I still feel a little empty inside. I want to drink, but I can't get drunk because no one can take me home.

Nightclubs are fun places; people there seem to squander their youth. They get pleasure, but leave all their loneliness and solitude behind, accumulating more and more.

For me, nightclubs are always lonely places.

Even though they're noisy, dark, and have bad air, and there are always men and women trying to pick me up, it's still a place to be alone if I want some peace and quiet.

I sat in the corner of the bar, drinking my second Heineken of the night.

"Alone?" I followed the sound and saw a woman standing not far from me, holding two glasses of alcohol. She wore a light purple three-quarter sleeve shirt and a matching knee-length A-line skirt, her shoulder-length hair already disheveled. She

didn't look like someone who frequented nightclubs.

"Yeah." I looked at her curiously; she seemed a little tipsy.

"Drink with me." She placed one glass on the bar and stylishly shook the other glass in her hand at me.

Looking at the drinks on the bar, "Moscow Mule?" I frowned. She didn't seem like someone who could hold her liquor well; how could she drink this? I bet she could even have trouble with a Manhattan!

"You're drunk." I didn't really want to talk to her.

"One word: drink or not?" she snapped impatiently.

Perhaps it was her attire that clashed with the atmosphere, or perhaps I sensed a hint of loneliness in her eyes besides the drunkenness…

I silently accepted the glass of Moscow Mule.

Was this why she had approached me? Two lone wild beasts with the same scent?

She was delighted that someone was willing to drink with her, loudly announcing, “One, two, three!” We both downed it in one gulp.

After finishing the Mule, I felt my stomach burning. “I’ve definitely gone a bit too far,” I thought.

Looking at the woman, already somewhat drunk, she was now even more unsteady.

Afraid she would fall, I reached out to support her, helping her sit down.

“Stay with me.” She was truly drunk, speaking like a spoiled little girl.

“You should go back.” I didn’t want to cause trouble.

“Stay with me!” She grabbed my arm, stumbling and falling onto me.

“Where do you live? I’ll take you home!”

A surge of anger rose within me. What was going on? Where did this strange woman come from?

I grabbed her hand, and the two of us stumbled out of the pub. "Hey, where do you live?" I hurriedly shoved her into my car, but she just giggled foolishly. I couldn't get a straight answer from her, and I didn't want to rummage through her purse, so I just prayed we wouldn't get stopped by the police as I sped home.

I could have ignored her, let her lie drunk in the pub, let someone take her away, or waited for the bartender to wake her up; but perhaps that feeling of loneliness was too similar and too familiar, and I couldn't leave her behind, even though I regretted my meddling after bringing her out…

I helped her upstairs; she reeked of vodka, making me almost drunk.

I wanted to quickly throw her on the bed and run, but as soon as she came in, she forcefully pushed me against the wall and started kissing me passionately.

She was a skilled kisser; her wet, slippery tongue moved like a snake, constantly sliding in and out of my mouth. Her hands roamed restlessly over my chest, and I felt a tingling sensation all over my body from her kisses, my lower body starting to react.

She seemed to sense my change, teasingly licking my earlobe and the corner of my mouth with the tip of her tongue, all the while seductively saying, "Stay with me..."

"Don't do this!" I tried to push her away, but my body was too weak. It turns out men can be forced into sex by women too.

She knelt on the floor, deftly unbuttoning my pants, pulling out my throbbing penis. First, she stroked it with her hand, and once it was hard, she actually licked it with her tongue!

From base to tip, she licked every inch without missing a beat before putting it in her mouth and sucking.

How could I possibly resist such stimulation? I pressed her head down with both hands, letting my penis remain in her mouth. With each movement of her tongue, I felt increasingly excited, my heartbeat and breathing becoming irregular.

"Ah..." I groaned softly. Her movements quickened, and I felt myself about to ejaculate. I tried to pull my penis out of her mouth, but she wouldn't let go, so I ejaculated in her mouth.

Semen spilled from the corner of her mouth, which she gently wiped away with her hand. Her hazy eyes looked at me as if she were eyeing her hard-won prey. She took off my shirt and then her own, removing her bra as well, revealing a pair of snow-white, round breasts. My penis, which had just ejaculated, began to harden again.

She pulled my hand to one of her breasts, while her other hand reached down to my crotch. Now almost undressed, she pressed close to me, repeating the same two words: "Stay with me!"

"Stay with me!" she kept repeating.

Since this was what she wanted, I had no reason to hesitate.

I kissed her roughly, one arm around her waist, the other kneading her breasts forcefully. I had never been this rough with any girlfriend before.

She was very sensitive. When I gently circled her nipples with my fingers,

her breasts immediately stood erect. Perhaps feeling pleasure, her expression became even more alluring, and she kept twisting her body, as if begging me for pleasure.

I removed her skirt and panties, lifted one of her legs, and wrapped it around my waist. My fingers slowly moved down, finding her clitoris. I applied pressure to her clitoris with my fingertips, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, and her love juices flowed from her vagina. She let out a beautiful moan: "Ah... um... umm..."

Although I was driving her to the brink of ecstasy, her hands still didn't forget to stroke my penis. Taking advantage of her unpreparedness, I inserted a finger into her vagina and began to thrust in and out...

"Ah!" she screamed, her hands climbing onto my shoulders. With the movement of my fingers, her waist swayed involuntarily, and her beautiful breasts bounced up and down with her movements. My desire grew stronger and stronger. Just a little longer, I thought. I liked seeing the completely absorbed expression on a woman's face during foreplay.

"Is it good?" I breathed into her ear. "Do you like it?"

"Mmm..." It was clear she was caught in the waves of desire.

She was completely soaking wet.

I aimed the tip of my painfully erect penis at her vaginal opening, letting only the tip enter, gently rubbing her vulva. Her body writhed even more. "Faster..." she gasped, wanting me to enter.

"Say 'I want it'!" At this moment, I was no different from a bad guy.

"I want it... I want it... come in quickly... I want it!" Hearing the "command," she didn't hesitate, making me wonder if I had picked up an AV actress.

I thrust my hips forward, and my penis immediately plunged into her body. She really couldn't wait; before I could even move, her hips started moving on their own. However, this position made it difficult for me to exert force. While I was penetrating her, I lifted her up and laid her on the dining table, her legs dangling in the air. I grabbed her legs and began to thrust forcefully.

"Ah...ah...um...oh...ahh...don't stop...don't stop..."

She moaned passionately, either she was a woman who enjoyed and was used to sex, or...she really was an AV actress.

"Ahh...I can't take it anymore...it's so deep...ah...I can't take it anymore...I'm going to climax..."

Her voice started to sound like crying, but I knew she wasn't uncomfortable, she was incredibly comfortable.

After thrusting for a while, I felt her climax inside her, and soon after, I climaxed too. Before ejaculating, I pulled out my penis, and before I could "shoot" in any other direction, I ejaculated all over her chest...This...isn't this exactly like an AV?

After her climax, she slumped weakly on the dining table, while I seemed to have become a little more sober from the release of my desire: "What am I doing! I slept with her without even knowing who she is?"

I was tired, partly from physical exhaustion, and partly from being too tense. Relaxing made me feel tired.

But I couldn't just leave her there like that!

I carried her into the bathroom to wash her, whether she was tired or drunk, and sat her on the edge of the bathtub with her back to me. I picked up the shower gel and gently lathered her up.

"Hmph! You're lucky, not only do you have a bachelor to have sex with, but he's also helping you bathe!"

I couldn't help but complain to myself, looking at her still dazed state.

However, this position was really dangerous.

Her buttocks were rubbing against my penis, and my hands were wandering over her chest and private parts to clean her. One wrong move and we might be going to have another three hundred rounds.

When the water jet hit her genitals, she moved her waist slightly. With that movement, my little brother also became restless. (Hey! Bro, I never knew you were a seven-times-a-night man!)

The chain reaction caused by this small movement was that she got wet again, and I got hard again.

She started to want it again, writhing restlessly. I gently bit her earlobe, caressing her breasts with one hand and kneading her lower body with the other, feeling her love juices overflowing. I stood up, making her lean forward slightly. This time, I didn't ask her if she wanted it; I entered her directly from behind.

"Ah!" She seemed surprised by my sudden action, her expression and body stiffening noticeably. I held her waist, thrusting faster and harder than before, probably hitting her G-spot every time. Her expression became even more wanton than before. "Ah...ah...no...ah..." Her voice echoed in the bathroom, the echo even more arousing. Her body was enveloped in the steamy mist, her entire body a beautiful pink.

Her hands seemed to want to hold onto something, but had nowhere to go, so she could only rub her breasts, which only made her climax faster.

The advantage of having sex in the bathroom is that it's convenient to shower. After our second time today, I quickly rinsed us both off. I absolutely didn't want a third time. What a joke! I didn't want to die of exhaustion before I even turned thirty.

I put her clothes back on and laid her on the bed. I quietly watched her. Her plain face gave no indication of such a passionate performance. Even in her sleep, she exuded a sense of loneliness, a loneliness deeper than mine, so deep that perhaps even she herself hadn't realized she was lonely. After

cleaning the floor, I grabbed a blanket and curled up on the sofa, falling into a deep sleep before I could think of anything else.

When I woke up the next day, it was almost noon. I sat up for a while and found a note on the coffee table. It was from her.

"I'm sorry for the trouble."

I flipped the note over and over. That was it?

The AV actress I picked up twelve hours ago had just disappeared.

I guess it was just a one-night stand!

Two complete strangers met by chance in a pub, and under the influence of alcohol, they had a physical relationship. That was all; it wasn't anything particularly unusual in this city.

But I still remember the feeling of loneliness emanating from every pore of her body.

The weekend passed peacefully. On Monday morning, I went to my new company for my formal job review—a place that only knew my work experience, but nothing about my past.

"Let me introduce you to our new colleague, Zhang Yuning. He was also a programmer at his previous company. I hope we get along well,"

the engineering manager announced loudly to his colleagues.

"Hello everyone, I'm Zhang Yuning. Zhang is the character for 'bow and long,' Yu is the character for 'bright and beautiful,' and Ning is the character for 'peaceful and tranquil.' My name might sound a bit feminine, but I guarantee I'm 100% a man."

This was my usual self-introduction. If nothing unexpected happened, this kind of introduction not only made me easy to remember but also helped to ease the atmosphere.

The manager led me to each colleague's seat, shaking hands and greeting everyone. Although the engineering department was small, only about ten people, all this small-scale greeting was still a bit tiring.

Finally, we returned to my seat, and the manager "handpicked" the tall, thin colleague next to me, asking him to help me familiarize myself with the environment and job duties.

"My name is Lin Weicheng, just call me Weicheng; feel free to ask me any questions, don't be shy,"

Weicheng said, extending his hand. His handshake was as warm and welcoming as his appearance.

Weicheng spent the entire morning showing me around the work, including the current case and the programmer's responsibilities. Although the programming tools and languages were similar, the complexity of the code varied from case to case, and the code wasn't just written; it needed repeated testing to ensure it could be delivered.

Before I knew it, it was noon, and I was starving. Weicheng patted my shoulder: "Let's eat first! This afternoon I'll take you to see other departments in the company." We

ate lunch at a noodle shop near the company, and our conversation mainly revolved around my previous work experiences.

I'm a rather cautious person, or to put it bluntly, I'm quite calculating. I don't like to reveal too much about myself to someone I've just met. So when Weicheng asked me why I quit my job, I simply said, "The people upstairs were idiots."

Weicheng, on the other hand, is incredibly sunny. His smile seems to radiate light, and he speaks and thinks very directly. "So I can only obediently sit in front of the computer and write code. If it were any other job,"

Weicheng shook his head, "I'd probably be fired in less than three days." He laughed as he spoke.

I looked at him and smiled wryly. His personality certainly made him prone to being taken advantage of, but at least I didn't have to worry about someone next door sabotaging me.

The afternoon workday had barely begun when Weicheng dragged me to another floor.

"Ugh! There aren't many girls in the engineering department, and they're all so un-feminine!" he complained.

I chuckled. "You'd better watch out if your female colleagues hear you!"

"Oh dear, they've heard it so many times they're sick of it!" Weicheng shrugged, looking utterly helpless.

As we walked, Weicheng introduced me to the other departments on the other floors, even reminding me which floor and which unit had young, beautiful women. I realized he wasn't there to introduce the company; he was just deliberately slacking off and not wanting to work. "You caught me?" he scratched his head. "Programming is tiring!"

Back at my seat, I remembered that there was an empty seat when I met everyone that morning. I asked Weicheng, "Did a colleague take the day off?"

"Oh, right! Didn't I just say that the girls in the engineering department are all miserable? But there's one exception..." He gestured towards the empty seat,

"That's Du Lei's seat. Du as in Du Fu, Lei as in budding flower. She's a great beauty and a really nice person! And incredibly capable; she can find bugs that others can't!"

Weicheng's eyes gleamed with admiration. I teased him mischievously, "What? Are you praising her?"

"What are you talking about?" Weicheng quickly denied it.

"I have a girlfriend! And while Du Lei is a great person, that's only true in general situations; if you want to get her... tsk tsk... she'll turn into an iceberg in no time!"

"So arrogant!" Listening to Wei Cheng's description, I couldn't help but frown; I don't like this kind of person, acting like they're so great... My ex-girlfriend, whom I just broke up with, was like that, but in the past I thought it was a girlish charm, cute, until I caught her cheating and she admitted it herself. Only then did I realize I was just romanticizing her flaws.

"You misunderstood! The 'iceberg' I'm talking about isn't the kind of arrogance that's outwardly displayed. She just doesn't want office romances! Besides, she has a boyfriend in America! Why would she look at us Taiwanese guys?" Wei Cheng quickly explained, seeing my misunderstanding.

"Oh." I looked at Du Lei's seat, curiously imagining what she looked like: long flowing hair, a slender waist? Eyebrows like ink, lips like cinnabar? A charming smile, beautiful eyes? Or... is she actually a ruthless character like Wang Xifeng?

The next morning when I arrived at the office, Weicheng was already buried in his computer. "Wow! So focused!" I joked.

"Go away! Focused my foot!" Weicheng turned the computer screen towards me.

"The new solitaire?" I almost fainted. "

Hey, don't look down on the new solitaire, okay? I rely on it when my brain is in a mess!" Weicheng rolled his eyes at me, his face full of disdain.

I sat down and started eating my ham and egg sandwich and iced tea. This had almost become my fixed breakfast, a habit I developed after living alone; there were tons of breakfast shops, some good, some bad, and some absolutely terrible, but the ham and egg sandwiches usually didn't taste too bad.

"Hey, Du Lei's here!" Weicheng called softly.

I looked up, but only saw her back as she sat down.

"Come on, I'll take you to say hello!"

Weicheng ignored my unfinished sandwich and walked straight towards Du Lei.

I saw him say something to Du Lei, and I quickly stuffed the last bite of my sandwich into my mouth. Just as I stood up to walk over, Du Lei stood up and turned back to look at me. Her expression froze instantly, and her face turned pale. I almost choked on my sandwich—it

was her! The AV actress I picked up that night!

The lewd and unrestrained scene from that night flashed through my mind. Now, her medium-length hair was neatly tied back, and she was wearing the same shirt and knee-length skirt. I couldn't imagine that she was the kind of person who would drink with strangers in a pub, let alone that she would enjoy sex with me.

I walked towards her, feigning composure. The oblivious Weicheng seemed oblivious to the strange expressions on Du Lei's and my faces. "Yu Ning, this is the Du Lei I told you about yesterday," he said, then continued to Du Lei, "Du Lei, this is our new colleague from yesterday, Zhang Yu Ning."

I extended my hand. "Hello, I'm Zhang Yu Ning. Zhang is the 'bow and long,' Yu is the 'elegant and refined,' and Ning is the 'peaceful and tranquil.'"

Du Lei hesitated noticeably, her smile stiff, but she still extended her hand. We shook hands briefly and returned to our seats. Before I sat down, I glanced at Du Lei. She was still looking in my direction, seemingly forgetting to sit down, and her face remained as pale as paper.

I think I wasn't particularly concerned about Du Lei's situation; rather, I wasn't particularly concerned about her appearance when she was sober.

People are often deceptive. I'm not saying everyone deliberately creates a facade to face the world, but undeniably, once we have the awareness that "I am facing the world," we can no longer face others as our true selves. Everyone is like this, only to varying degrees.

Like me, I might be more of a faker; like Weicheng, perhaps less so.
As for Du Lei, I haven't seen her with her mask on yet, so I don't know;
but I must say, I was deeply impressed by the lonely messages she sent when she was not in her right mind.

My ex-girlfriend cheated on me for a year, and I caught her. The other person was clearly not as good as me. My girlfriend cried her eyes out, but had no intention of getting back together. Disappointed, I angrily questioned her about how she could betray me. Her eyes were fixed on the distance, and she said in a hurt tone,

"I'm so lonely."

"You're lonely?" I couldn't understand at all. "We're together every day, and you say you're lonely?"

"I wasn't someone who got lonely so easily at first, but after being with you, I realized that your loneliness is a black hole that will suck everything away from me, leaving nothing behind; I tried so hard to fill your loneliness, but I just couldn't..."

I was stunned. In the two years we'd been dating, this was the first time she'd expressed her feelings about me, and the first time I'd realized she was actually a person with her own opinions.

The breakup was inevitable, but I still gave her face; I never mentioned the reason for the breakup, submitted my resignation, and refused any attempts to win her back. After leaving my previous environment, everything became clear as if scales had fallen from my eyes: I was a drowning man, and to survive, I had to grab onto something,

and my "girlfriend" was my lifeline. This "girlfriend" could actually be anyone.

Even more surprisingly, after breaking up with my girlfriend, I discovered I had learned how to swim.

Perhaps because of this, facing Du Lei, despite the surprise, I didn't feel awkward. She was just someone in this city burdened with deep-seated loneliness.

Du Lei, quiet all day, called me on the internal line near the end of the workday.

"This is Du Lei," she said, deliberately lowering her voice.

"Oh."

"Could you come to the rooftop in five minutes? I have something to tell you."

"Oh," I replied expressionlessly.

After hanging up the phone, I saw Du Lei immediately leave her seat. She probably didn't want anyone to know she had talked to me!

Five minutes later, I saved the half-finished program.

"I'm going to the HR office; it seems some documents are incomplete," I told Weicheng a little lie.

"Oh, go ahead!" The simple-minded Weicheng waved his hand dismissively, as if telling me not to disturb his concentration.

I took the elevator to the rooftop, the only legal smoking area in the building, the floor littered with cigarette butts.

Du Lei was leaning against the wall with her back to me, her tightly tied hair now loose in the wind. I'm not good at describing the scene before me, but I had a feeling that if I hadn't been watching her closely, she might have simply disappeared.

I watched her quietly for a while, then called out, "Du Lei."

Du Lei turned around, her face completely different from her expression in the office: no panic, no shock, just calm.

"We're definitely the same kind of people," I thought, slowly walking towards her.

"What do you want to say to me?" I looked at the rows of office buildings in the distance.

"Last Friday..." She seemed hesitant about how to begin.

"Last Friday?" I picked up where she left off. "You brought me a glass of wine and forced me to drink with you. After you drank it, you got drunk, and then I took you home! You left after you woke up, right?" I only got to the point.

"That's it?" She didn't believe me at all.

"That was the point. As for the details... well, you kept nagging, saying 'stay with me' all night long; after we got home, you forcibly kissed me, took off my clothes, and raped me! What else do you want to know?"

I looked at Du Lei, whose expression suddenly became tense, her face turning pale and then red.

"I raped you?" Du Lei shouted, then realized she was being too loud and lowered her voice. "I raped you?"

"You were the one who took my clothes off first," I emphasized the word "you." "Okay, let me explain in more detail; you forcibly kissed me, aroused me, then took off my clothes and gave me oral sex. After that, you weren't satisfied, so you took off your own clothes, pulled my hand to touch your breasts, and even touched my penis, so of course we did it! After that, I thought I couldn't just leave you like that, so I helped you take a bath. While I was bathing you, you wanted more, so what could I do? We did it again! But that night it was only twice, including the oral sex you gave me, it was only twice and a half, and you forced me to do it all..."

I carefully observed the changes in her facial expressions, which were more exciting than Sichuan opera face-changing.

Du Lei's face was now incredibly red. "Stop talking!" she interrupted me loudly.

"You're the one who wanted to hear it," I shrugged.

"What do you want?" Du Lei crossed her arms, seemingly preparing for negotiation.

"I don't want anything." I looked at Du Lei expressionlessly. To be honest, I didn't like her current attitude. Not everyone would use someone else's weakness as a weapon.

"Don't want anything?" Du Lei looked incredulous.

"I'm serious." I sighed. "

It's just an accident that we happen to work at the same company. I had already decided to work here before I met you, and... let's just treat it as a one-night stand between two strangers. We'll still be strangers after dawn. I'm not so malicious as to use this as leverage to threaten you. Besides, I've only known you for one day. What's there to threaten me with? Nobody knows about us, and even if they did, it's questionable whether anyone would believe me! For me, what's more important is..."

I paused to gather my thoughts.

"What's more important?" Du Lei's expression had softened considerably, and her hostility towards me was not as obvious as before.

"More importantly, why did you come to me at the pub?" I looked at Du Lei. "Why were you going around alone with two glasses of wine, looking for someone to drink with? And why did you come to me? When I saw you drunk at the pub, I felt you were a very, very lonely person, so lonely that you needed someone just as lonely as you to keep you company. Yes, that just happened to be me. Later, when I saw you asleep, I started to feel that loneliness was simply a part of you, so deeply ingrained. I just couldn't believe it."

Du Lei looked at me, silent for a long time. "I think you've been watching too much Haruki Murakami." She said this and turned to leave the rooftop.

Watching too much Haruki Murakami?

I shook my head. Don't assume that just because you hear the word "loneliness," it's Murakami's patent, okay? Actually, I prefer Banana Yoshimoto!

Du Lei was still wary of me.

Although she hadn't spoken to me these past two days, I knew from her eyes that she still had doubts about me.

That wasn't important to me, although I admit I was interested in Du Lei; my interest in her stemmed from her lesser-known aspects, not from her beauty or competence that everyone could see.

On Friday night, the engineering department held a welcome party for me. When I first heard about it, I was genuinely stunned for a while. I'm not a college student anymore, why bother with a welcome party? But I heard our manager is a sociable person, and eating and drinking together with colleagues can certainly shorten the distance between us. Everyone was happy to have the opportunity to eat and drink openly on company money. Even though I'm not one to pretend to be close to others, there was no need to object or question it. The

welcome party was held at a restaurant with private rooms. We booked two tables, and a group of people were locked in the private room, shouting and

making a ruckus. It was quite late when the meal ended, and some colleagues, taking advantage of not having to work the next day, urged us to go for another round. People left in twos and threes, and even the drunken manager took a taxi home.

I drank a bit too much that night, and my head was slightly dizzy, so I couldn't drive home.

Just as I was about to head towards the bus stop—

"Zhang Yuning!" someone called from behind.

I turned around and saw Du Lei.

"What's wrong?" I thought she would never speak to me again!

"How are you getting home?"

"By bus! It's not good to drive after drinking." I said matter-of-factly.

"I'll take you home!" Du Lei said matter-of-factly as well.

"Take me home? No, no, thank you for your kindness." I quickly refused.

I still vividly remembered the "encounter" of her bringing me to my house last time. Although I had drunk more this time, if I did something to her again, I would really be unable to clear my name; the first time could be called an "accident," but accidents usually don't happen a second time.

"Where did you park your car?" Du Lei seemed to ignore my refusal.

"You didn't drink?" Yes, if she had also drunk alcohol, even just a drop, I could refuse her.

"I didn't drink a drop." My scheme seemed to have been seen through by her. "There were a lot of girls at our table, and everyone was drinking tea."

Seeing that most of my colleagues had left, I said without restraint, "You didn't need to do this."

"It's my freedom to do what I want. I just wanted to take a colleague who had been drinking home, and I realized we live quite close to each other." Du Lei glanced at me. "What, is that not allowed?"

"Just like that?" I asked her.

"What do you think?" She looked directly into my eyes. "Although I've only observed you for three days, I don't think you're a bad person, and in some ways, I admit we're kindred spirits. I've thought about what you said to me on the rooftop that day, and it really makes a lot of sense. Although our first meeting wasn't great, I still want to thank you."

Du Lei's tone grew gentler, and her expression more relaxed.

"Honestly? You weren't planning to take me home and then poison me?" I teased her.

"Hehe, if you want to be poisoned, you'd better get in line!" Du Lei wrinkled her nose at me.

After getting in the car, "No wonder Wei Cheng said you're a really good person," I said.

"Oh?" Du Lei raised an eyebrow. "He said that about me?"

"He said you're nice to everyone." I closed my eyes, feeling a bit tired.

I heard her sneer and didn't say anything more; I didn't want to pay any more attention to her either, although I still had many questions I wanted to ask her, but... now wasn't the time.

Back at the apartment building, Du Lei insisted on walking me up. "Thank you, you can go back now." Honestly, I didn't want Du Lei to stay there too long.

Du Lei nodded and stood in the entryway putting on her shoes. "I have a question for you—" she suddenly turned around.

"What?"

"You said my loneliness is very deep-rooted," Du Lei bit her lower lip, "Why do you think that?"

I knew it; even she herself didn't realize she was lonely.

"It's just a feeling." That was the truth.

"Oh." Du Lei was clearly not satisfied with my answer.

"Go back quickly, it's okay if you want to drive my car." I urged her again.

Having just ended a relationship, I didn't want to quickly establish a relationship beyond friendship with another woman, especially one lacking an emotional foundation; Du Lei and I had already set a bad precedent, and I couldn't let it happen again, especially since I'm not some incredibly rational man.

"Then... lend me your car, I'll return it to you tomorrow."

"Okay. Thank you for driving me back today." I still had to thank her verbally.

After Du Lei went downstairs, I watched her leave from the balcony, my heart filled with mixed feelings. I really wanted to know where her loneliness came from, and I wanted to ask her why she went to a nightclub she didn't usually frequent that day, but... we were just colleagues, and we'd only known each other for a week. Those questions were too personal; besides, her loneliness should be left to her boyfriend to solve, not me.

"Ring...ring..."

"Who is it? Calling so early in the morning? I haven't had enough sleep yet!"

I groggily heard the phone ringing, and being woken up, I felt annoyed. I wanted to ignore it, but the phone seemed to know I was going to ignore it, and the ringing showed no sign of stopping.

"Ugh, so noisy!" I gave up, impatiently kicking off the covers and walking to the living room to answer the phone.

"Hello!" Who was this clueless person?!

"Hello?" The other person, hearing the anger in my voice, became timid: "This is Du Lei."

"Huh?" I was stunned. I hadn't expected it to be her, and I hadn't expected her to call so early.

"Du Lei? Why are you calling so early?" I glanced at the clock on the wall. "Miss, it's only nine o'clock!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up." Du Lei apologized quickly on the other end of the phone. "I'll bring the car back to you; it's downstairs at your place now."

"What?" I was shocked. I was really taken aback by her. "Then... come on up!"

Du Lei was wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans, looking somewhat like a student, completely different from her usual sharp and capable demeanor in the office.

"I'm sorry to have woken you up." Du Lei apologized quickly when she saw my sleepy and disheveled appearance.

"Ah... it's okay," I waved my hand, telling her not to mind. "I just tend to sleep in late on weekends."

"Oh..." Du Lei didn't seem like she was just there to return the car.

"Come on in, I'll change and freshen up; I'll be done soon." I thought she had more to say, so I invited her to sit in the living room first.

After freshening up, I went into the kitchen and poured her a glass of water. "What? Is there something else you want to ask me?"

"Ah...yes." Du Lei took a sip of water and licked her dry lips. "I wanted to ask you...what kind of person do you think I am? And, I feel like you're wary of me. Why? Was my attitude on the rooftop that day too bad?"

"Huh?" Why would someone ask such a nonsensical question so early in the morning?

"I...I actually don't really like getting too close to anyone, so when you told me that Wei Cheng said I'm nice to everyone...I was actually quite surprised."

Du Lei stammered.

"Why are you asking me this?"

Du Lei's attitude puzzled me. At first, she seemed so cold and unapproachable, but why was she so kind as to take me home yesterday? And now she's asking me these strange questions so early in the morning? "I don't know you at all, and I don't really know you. Aren't you being too forward?"

I looked at Du Lei. "Why don't you ask other more senior colleagues who have known you for a longer time?"

"Precisely because we've known each other for a long time, I can't ask them." Du Lei stared at me intently. "I work with a different face."

I looked at her without saying a word. I understood what she meant.

"You're right, I'm lonely. Although I seem very capable, once I leave the office, I'm nothing." Du Lei was waiting for my answer.

"Since you work with a different face, why don't you just use that face to face me too?"

I still couldn't guess Du Lei's intention.

"As for what happens after you leave the office, that's not my business. You have a boyfriend, don't you? Even though he's in America, with technology so advanced, maintaining a long-distance relationship shouldn't be that difficult!"

Hearing the word "boyfriend," Du Lei's face flushed crimson, but her tone was bitter: "I can only wait for him to contact me."

"What kind of logic is that? You can only wait for him to contact you?" I despised this kind of man from the bottom of my heart. Unable to help the person he loved, yet forcing her to confide in a random stranger—what kind of man is that?

"I'm the other woman," Du Lei said, five words, but enough to say everything.

Du Lei is the other woman?

"What does he plan to do?"

In my understanding, the attitude of the cheater is the key factor in determining how things develop.

"He told me to wait patiently; he'll divorce his wife," Du Lei said, and I could sense her lingering hope.

"But he won't let you contact him?" I questioned. "I think he's lying to you."

"Sometimes I feel that way too," Du Lei smiled bitterly.

"But I get so happy whenever I receive his voicemail or email, and I feel like my waiting was worth it; if I don't hear from him for a long time, I feel so disappointed, like I've been deceived? Maybe he's just giving me the runaround..."

"Do you understand the saying, 'Homegrown flowers never smell as sweet as wild ones'? What you can't have is always the best."

"Of course I know," Du Lei said calmly. "So when you said the other day that you felt I was a very, very lonely person the moment you saw me, I suddenly felt a pang of hurt. I know I'm lonely, but if even a stranger can see that loneliness, then it really is loneliness."

She looked at me. "No one has ever told me that I'm actually a very lonely person, so you make me feel... very different. I don't know... I don't know if I should..."

I reached out to stop Du Lei from continuing.

"Don't say anymore. I can see your loneliness because I'm the same kind of person. It's just a kind of recognition between kindred spirits. Don't overthink it."

"Yesterday..." Du Lei started talking to herself again, "I actually didn't really want to go home."

"Oh my god! Not again!" I thought to myself.

"Every day when I get home, I rush to turn on the computer, listen to the answering machine, and then look at a house that's empty..." Du Lei's eyes began to redden.

"You completely misunderstand the situation." I stood up, my tone deliberately cold. "This relationship was your own choice. You were supposed to put the decision in that man's hands, letting him decide whether you could continue loving him. When you decided to love him, you should have considered that this loneliness was unavoidable.

In other words, you allowed him to cause you insecurity and loneliness. Instead of going to him, you come to me, someone you barely know, asking why I can see your loneliness? That's not right! If you don't want to wait anymore, if you don't want to continue, then break up!"

"But I really love him..." Du Lei looked up, her face full of helplessness.

"You can only choose one." I was helpless too! I was woken up early to listen to my colleague's relationship troubles.

"Either you continue to wait, until one day things will turn around, but at the same time you'll bear the loneliness of waiting; or you say goodbye to him, without so much pain, but in the end you'll still be alone."

Du Lei didn't say a word, clearly thinking seriously about what I said.

"Do you know what's worst about him?" I paused, looking at Du Lei. "You spent so much of your youth on him, and in the end, he gave you nothing, leaving you lonely and isolated."

Du Lei remained silent.

"So lonely that you had to go to a pub to drink with strangers? So lonely that you had to have a one-night stand? Is this what he gave you?" I said disdainfully. I despised people who wanted to please both sides without willing to suffer any loss, especially fellow men like myself. Ugh! What a disgrace to men...

Hearing the words "one-night stand," Du Lei's face immediately turned red.

"Don't make it sound like I'm promiscuous, okay? I've only had one hundred and one times!" She frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with my statement.

"You dare say that! He forcibly kissed me and raped me that day. I thought I'd picked up an AV actress!" I retorted without hesitation.

"I didn't!" Du Lei retorted as well.

"Okay...okay..." I quickly slammed on the brakes,

in case she said something like "Let's give it a try," then things would really get out of control.

"Back to your original question, you asked what kind of person I thought you were, and I said you're a very capable person at work, beautiful, and get along well with your colleagues; it's just that being in a relationship makes you lonely, that's all."

"As for you asking if I was wary of you..." I thought for a moment, "Yes, I was indeed wary of you. I'm a rather calculating person, and we don't know each other at all. One minute you're being very cold and asking me 'What do you want?' and the next you're offering to take me home, and now you're at my house saying a bunch of things you should say to your best friend. I really don't understand what you're trying to do! Also...to be honest, my ex-girlfriend cheated on me, and we broke up not long ago, so I don't want to have any relationships with any woman other than friendship right now, okay? What happened between us was just an accident, and I need to keep my distance from you. Are you satisfied now?" "

That time on the rooftop...I'm really sorry." Du Lei saw that I was getting angry again as I spoke, so she quickly apologized.

"I'm just a little flustered. I didn't expect to become your colleague."

"So... basically you're a friendly person, just not too close to others?" I asked, half-believing.

"I think so!" Du Lei tilted her head, looking serious.

"Okay. I've answered your question. You know I want to keep my distance from you, so maybe..." I politely asked her to leave.

"There's one more thing." Du Lei sat on the sofa, showing no intention of leaving.

"What?" Why isn't this over yet?

"I'm hungry. Let's go get breakfast!" Du Lei said in a matter-of-fact tone.

Du Lei dragged me out the door. I thought we could just go somewhere nearby and have a nice breakfast, but she said she couldn't stand Western-style breakfasts and only liked soy milk and sesame seed cakes. So we even drove (yes! in my car!) to a soy milk shop she said was delicious. While eating, she kept criticizing my ham and egg sandwich and iced tea for being so unhealthy. Was I there for breakfast or to be lectured?

However, Du Lei quieted down after that; she stopped mysteriously asking me to negotiate on the rooftop, and she stopped inexplicably showing up at my house early in the morning to ask strange questions. She seemed to consider me one of her trusted friends, but in the office, she still wore a smiling mask, busy navigating programming languages every day, trying to maintain her image among her colleagues.

I was still interested in her, but this interest was more like that of a researcher and experimental subject.

Du Lei's story was like a tired old trope: a young, beautiful woman falls in love with a married man, and the man always reassures her with sweet lies: "I'll divorce my wife."

But the wait seems endless; either the wife comes knocking, berating the young woman as a vixen, or the man is only lusting after youthful flesh; very few manage to "happily end up together."

Why would someone as intelligent as Du Lei fall into such a trap?

The saying "love sickness is incurable" isn't without reason.

What exactly happened between Du Lei and her boyfriend? What made her so devoted? She can only wait, unable to take the initiative. If they truly love each other, why such unfair treatment?

Every time I see Du Lei's back, I can't help but speculate about what happened between her and her boyfriend. Although I always tell myself to keep my distance, that time we were intimately entwined remains vivid in my memory. I rarely experience such physical satisfaction in sex. My ex-girlfriend didn't like strange techniques; she'd complain for ages even about changing positions, let alone doing it in the living room or bathroom. Was

Du Lei's skill also trained by her boyfriend?

What kind of person is she really?

On the surface, she seems like any other strong woman, but after work, she becomes the heroine of a tragic love story. In front of me, she's like a defenseless little girl, but during sex, she transforms into a skilled AV actress…

How many other sides of her are I still unaware of?

Halfway through writing a program, I couldn't help but stop and let my mind wander. Just then, Du Lei walked in from outside, and our eyes met. She secretly gave me a sweet smile that I wouldn't normally give in the office. I quickly looked away from her gaze, my fingers moving unconsciously across the keyboard. But I didn't expect that my momentary lapse in judgment would cause me to delete the entire program I had just finished writing…

"Ah! My program!" I realized I had made a huge blunder and screamed, clutching my head.

"Oh! What happened?" Wei Cheng heard my wailing and was about to gloat.

"I'm such an idiot! I deleted things myself, ah…"

I yelled at the computer screen, still unable to believe the stupid thing I had just done.

Wei Cheng saw Du Lei, who was about to sit down, and looked at her with ill intent: "Were you daydreaming while looking at Du Lei? Sigh… You need to concentrate on your work, you know?" He patted my shoulder in a gesture of sympathy and then shrank back into his seat.

"Me!" I gave Weicheng the middle finger, cursing his ancestors for eighteen generations!

Damn it! This program is going to start testing in two days, and I'm already behind schedule. I absolutely can't let my colleagues down! Even if it means working overtime, I have to catch up quickly!

Overtime has indeed become an unavoidable fate...

The office is getting emptier and emptier, until finally only I'm left still battling with the computer.

I finally finished writing a paragraph, saved it first, "Phew!" I breathed a sigh of relief, looked at my watch, it was already past nine o'clock, "I'll test it in a bit, if there are no problems, I can continue tomorrow," I thought to myself.

I walked to the window, there were still a few lights in the other buildings, probably people working overtime as hard as me, I just wonder if there are any as stupid as me...

"It's so hot!" I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my shirt, summer is always this hot! I remember when I first came here, everyone was still wearing coats, gloves, and scarves! Half a year has passed in a flash, and it's been more than half a year since my girlfriend and I broke up...

Occasionally, I hear from former colleagues that she and her new boyfriend have been on and off, and it seems they're not getting along very well. Her colleagues have also become less fond of her. Does this mean "I'm still the best"? I chuckled to myself.

We broke up because I knew she no longer loved me, and I wouldn't love someone whose heart was no longer with me. Even so, I still wanted to respect her choice and hoped she would be happy. Why couldn't she cherish everything?

Is it true that what you can't have is always the best?

I thought of Du Lei.

How is her relationship going? Is she still waiting for a single word from him?

"Yu Ning!" I turned around. It was Du Lei.

"What are you doing here…" She was wearing a t-shirt and capri pants, clearly having already gone home.

But why was she here again?

"Haha!" She waved the plastic bag in her hand. "I heard you wailing this afternoon, so I knew you'd be working overtime tonight. Luckily you hadn't left yet, so I brought you some late-night snacks." Du Lei looked completely matter-of-fact again.

Yes! What I can't stand most is her "matter-of-fact" attitude. Whenever I see that expression on her face, I can only surrender.

"Oh, thank you." I walked towards my seat.

"But that's about it for today. I'll do a test later and continue tomorrow."

Du Lei stared intently at my computer, her fingers moving across the keyboard. "Hey! You wrote that command wrong!"

Wrong command? "Oh no!" I thought to myself, and quickly returned to my seat. "Where?"

Du Lei pointed to a line. "Here, can you see it?" She stood behind me, her hand reaching over my shoulder to point at the computer screen; had she taken a shower? She smelled of soap, a very pleasant fragrance...

"What am I doing?" I thought to myself, quickly snapping back to reality.

I looked closely, "Oh dear! I must have been dozing off..." Just one key difference could make such a huge difference in the program. Luckily, Du Lei noticed, and I could correct the error now to avoid wasting tomorrow's time.

"Thanks, thanks, I'm so glad you caught me." I breathed a sigh of relief. I

pushed back my chair and stood up, but I didn't quite judge the distance between Du Lei and me, and we almost bumped into each other. I quickly grabbed Du Lei to prevent her from bumping into something or falling.

Du Lei was less than twenty centimeters away from me, her soft hair was right next to my lips, and her breath tickled my neck; usually at this point in movies, the male and female leads would separate slightly before kissing passionately.

Du Lei's scent seemed to be getting closer and closer. What brand of soap was that? It smelled so good, I should ask her where she bought it...

Realizing my lapse in composure, I quickly pushed Du Lei away a bit, my breathing still erratic.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine!" Was it the dim lighting or the heat? Du Lei's face was flushed.

I definitely should have kept my distance from her; once I got close, I didn't even know what I was doing.

"Uh..." I tried to ease the awkward atmosphere between us.

"I'm actually quite hungry! Thank you for bringing me this late-night snack." I said, reaching into the bag to rummage through it.

Du Lei stood to the side, just smiling.

I handed her a can of tea, and took out a drink and bread from the bag myself, eating them on my own. After a moment of silence, I started trying to find something to break the silence.

"You seem to be in a good mood lately. Did your boyfriend write to you?" I turned the conversation to Du Lei.

"Huh?" Her face flushed again. "Yeah... yes! I've been getting letters every day for a week!"

I looked at her, and a strange feeling welled up inside me. Du Lei was facing a relationship that was likely to end without a trace, or even worse, she might lose everything. Why could she keep waiting like this, without any complaints? If it were me, I would never do that; I would never wait so foolishly, nor would I let my beloved live in constant anxiety.

"Hey, how long have you been together? How did you get together?"

"Huh? Why are you asking so many questions today?" Du Lei teased me with a smile.

"It's been about two years with him; he was a colleague at my previous company, a very elegant and handsome man, always speaking softly. Later, the company sent him to the New York branch, about a year and a half ago, by which time I had already resigned."

"Did you know he was married when you got together?"

"If I had known from the beginning, I wouldn't have gotten so deeply involved!" Du Lei shook her head and sighed softly. "I only found out he was married by very, very accident. At that time, I was so worried about what my colleagues would say, so I chose to leave.

I originally thought I should just give up, after all, being a mistress takes a lot of courage! But he said he and his wife didn't have a good relationship, and he also said he loved me very much, so..."

"You've really been deceived." I felt I was deliberately making Du Lei think that way.

"If he and his wife didn't have a good relationship, why did they go to America together?"

"He said his wife insisted on coming along!" Du Lei retorted.

"Is that really true? Then why won't you contact him?"

"He said his wife is a very jealous woman, and if she finds out I'm with him, she might do something to me," Du Lei said confidently.

"Okay, okay! Say whatever you want. So, is he actually working on resolving this? When is he going to get a divorce so you can have a legitimate reason to divorce him?"

I was a little annoyed. Seeing Du Lei still trapped in this situation, I kindly wanted to help her out, but she wouldn't appreciate it at all.

"I believe he's trying! But divorce isn't something that happens so quickly, is it? Oh! By the way," Du Lei's expression suddenly brightened, "I just wanted to tell you this." She smiled happily, "He said he has a four-day business trip to Los Angeles next month, and his wife won't be going. He told me to come to Los Angeles to see him!"

"You're going?" I suddenly felt everything was boring. "What?! She was just looking so pitiful, and now she's going to America to see her lover! All that worrying and playing the bad cop was for nothing, what a load of rubbish!" I got up and walked to the wall, forcefully throwing the empty can into the trash can, making a loud noise.

Du Lei was startled by my sudden reaction. "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing!" I glared at her. "I just feel like I'm a complete idiot!"

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Du Lei approached me somewhat fearfully, gently placing her hand on my shoulder.

Feeling her body temperature, my emotions surprisingly calmed down. "No, really, it's nothing; it was my fault for scaring you." I brushed Du Lei's hand away.

"You've always thought my boyfriend was lying to me, haven't you?" Du Lei explained my earlier behavior. "I know I'm being silly, but I'm also very grateful for your consideration... I don't have many friends, and besides myself, you're the one who knows the most about this. It's really rare to have a friend like you in the workplace... Anyway, thank you so much." I

looked at her. "When are you going? How many days?"

"I'm going at the end of next month. I'll probably need to take four or five days off. We haven't discussed the details yet."

I pursed my lips, not wanting to comment on Du Lei's relationship anymore. After saving the program, I shut down the computer, tidied the desktop, and patted Du Lei's shoulder: "Let's go! I'll take you home."

We didn't speak again on the way, except Du Lei occasionally gave me directions. When we got to her building, I realized it was really close to my house.

"Go on up, it's late, you have to go to work tomorrow!" I told her to hurry home as soon as the car stopped.

Du Lei looked at me, hesitant, "Okay." She unbuckled her seatbelt. "I'm going up."

She opened the car door, got out, closed the door, and walked around the front of the car.

She knocked on my window, as if she wanted to say something. I pressed the button to roll down the window and leaned out.

"What's wrong—"

Du Lei leaned over and gently kissed my cheek. "Goodnight."

I froze, only able to watch her back as she went upstairs, unable to say anything. When she finally disappeared from my sight, I don't know why, but I felt an urge to cry.

I had thought about why I smashed the can and why I felt like crying when I took her home. I don't think I'm an easily moved person, nor do I think I'm ready for another relationship, and I don't think there will be any sparks between Du Lei and me. I thought about it for a long time but still couldn't give myself a satisfactory explanation.

"Damn! Hormones are at their peak!" That was the only way I could convince myself.

In reality, Du Lei and I continued our peaceful coexistence at the company, our work proceeding day after day, both of us just looking like busy programmers.

Suddenly, Du Lei was going to America.

Her departure caused quite a stir in the engineering department. Colleagues cast envious glances our way: "Wow, so enthusiastic! Going to America to find a boyfriend!" "I'm so envious! Work and love at the same time!"

"Don't forget to find me a pretty blonde!" "Have fun!"

The day before her departure, colleagues gathered around Du Lei's seat, chattering away.

I leaned against the desk near her seat, arms crossed, simply watching her quietly.

When Du Lei's gaze fell on me, for some reason, a hint of worry appeared on her face.

I just smiled at her, not even knowing the meaning of that smile myself, and returned to my seat to continue battling my code.

Soon, everyone returned to their seats, and the office returned to normal.

After working on my computer for a while, an email icon appeared in the lower right corner of the screen.

I opened my inbox and found a new email from Du Lei.

"Yu Ning: Are you free tonight? Would you like to have dinner together? Please reply quickly. Du Lei."

I looked at Du Lei; her back was to me, focused on her work.

"Why does she want to have dinner with me? What does she want to tell me?" I wondered.

"No problem. Please wait for me at the exit of the parking lot on the fourth basement level after work." My fingers tapped on the keyboard, I pressed enter, and sent the reply.

Shortly after, I received her "okay" reply.

The reason we chose this place

was mainly because neither Du Lei nor I liked being the subject of strange rumors.

The parking spaces on our floor are all on the second basement level, so meeting on the fourth basement level would be a safer and more convenient option for the two of us; although I've thought more than once that we look like a pair of adulterous lovers...

Sitting in the restaurant, the two of us quietly ate our food. If Du Lei didn't intend to speak first, I think I would probably have remained silent for the entire evening.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Du Lei couldn't help but speak first.

"You invited me to dinner, so you should be the one to say something first!" I retorted coldly.

"I... my flight is at nine o'clock tomorrow night."

"Hmm."

"Tomorrow is Saturday..."

"Hmm."

"Can you take me to the airport?"

Huh? Inviting me to dinner was just to find yourself a free driver? I almost choked on my food. "You asked me to have dinner with you just to talk about this?" I shook my head. "It's such a small thing, why are you making such a big deal out of it?" "

Of course I didn't just want to say this!" Du Lei looked at me, almost fainting. "Can you pick me up when I come back? I..." She stammered, "I hope the first friend I see after I get off the plane is you."

Anyone who didn't know the situation would think it was some kind of love confession, but I understood what she meant. No matter how good or bad the trip to America turned out, she wanted someone reliable to share everything with.

"I'll be back on Saturday..." I thought for a moment. "No problem, just remember to leave me your flight number."

"Thank you." A smile slowly bloomed on her face, so beautiful that it was hard to look away.

"I'm actually very scared," Du Lei said, almost as if she were talking to herself, her voice barely audible.

"What?" I couldn't hear what she was saying.

She looked up at me, staring at me for a long while before speaking, "I'm actually very scared. I'm scared he'll break up with me, scared his wife will suddenly appear in front of me and call me a vixen, scared that everything he said about wanting a divorce was a lie... Waiting for him to contact me here is tough, but at least I don't have to be so scared..."

Looking at Du Lei's terrified expression, I said, "If you don't want to go, then don't go."

"Huh?" Du Lei hadn't expected my answer.

"But even if I say that, you'll still go, right?" I shrugged. "No matter what, you'll only know when you get there, right? Anyway..."

Thinking about what I was about to say, I couldn't help but blush: "Anyway... I'll pick you up when you come back!" "

That's true." Du Lei laughed again.

After dinner, I took her home as usual.

A bad feeling suddenly flashed through my mind. What was it? It wasn't about Du Lei, but about myself.

On Monday at work, many colleagues wore expressions of longing for Du Lei. I couldn't help but chuckle. "Hey! What's wrong with these people? Du Lei just took a day off, why are they all acting like they've lost their parents?" I whispered to Wei Cheng.

"Are you really that clueless?" Wei Cheng asked, looking annoyed. "Don't you know Du Lei is the goddess in the eyes of the men in the engineering department, and a role model for the women?"

"Oh... is that so..." I feigned surprise. "Is... is it that serious?"

"Everyone's guessing Du Lei went to America to discuss marriage with her boyfriend," Wei Cheng said seriously.

"Really?" I pretended to be calm, but my mind kept replaying all the conversations Du Lei had before leaving. Why didn't she tell me anything?

"I think so!" Wei Cheng scratched his cheek. "I heard she had a boyfriend when I joined the company. Although no one seems to have seen him, Du Lei wouldn't lie to us, right? And they've been together for a long time, so they should be married by now, right?"

"If there's no problem..." I thought to myself.

"What? Aren't you curious about Du Lei's trip to America? You're always peeking at her..."

Wei Cheng gave me a strange look, looking me up and down.

"Go away! Where Du Lei goes is her business, it's none of our business!" I innocently protested. "Besides, I only admire her, I don't have any impure thoughts. Don't make me sound like a pervert!"

"Hehe, that's for the best!" Wei Cheng patted my head.

"Get lost, he's not your son! What are you touching me for!" I pretended to be disgusted and brushed Wei Cheng's hand away.

I checked my watch. It must be evening in America now! Has she arrived? Has she met her boyfriend? What is she doing now? Did she get the answer she wanted?

The engineering department spent Monday and Tuesday without Du Lei.

Finally, it was time to leave work. Dragging my tired body home, I was sweltering in the heat and had no appetite. I quickly showered and went to bed.

Half-asleep, I thought I heard the phone ring. I crawled out of bed in the dark and picked it up: "Hello?" "

Hello? Yu Ning, this is Du Lei."

"Du Lei?" Hearing her voice, I immediately perked up.

"What's wrong? Why are you calling? Did something happen?" I felt a surge of anxiety, afraid she'd encountered something unpleasant.

"No, no, I'm fine," Du Lei said sweetly. "I just really wanted to hear your voice."

"Did you see your boyfriend?" I asked cautiously.

"Yeah. He went shopping with me yesterday! But only yesterday. He's busy on Sunday and today; it's Tuesday morning around 9 AM here in Los Angeles, we'll have dinner together this evening."

"Oh..." Los Angeles time is 15 hours behind Taiwan time, so although it's Wednesday in Taiwan, it's still Tuesday in the US.

"So what were you doing the other day?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Just wandering around, shopping, and I even went to Little Tokyo and Chinatown! But the Chinese food in America is really not that great!" She sounded like she was in a good mood.

"That's good." I breathed a slight sigh of relief and started to joke around, "When you weren't around, all those men acted like they'd lost their parents!"

"Really?" "Why

would I lie to you?" Remembering that she had made an international call, "Okay, okay, phone calls are expensive, stop talking!"

"Yeah, I just wanted to hear your voice, just wanted to tell you that I'm doing okay so far."

"That's good, then...bye-bye."

"Bye!"

I only put down the receiver after hearing Du Lei hang up.

I looked at the clock, it was past midnight, and I was covered in sweat again, which made me feel terrible, so I had to go into the bathroom and take another shower. I don't know if it was because I had just taken a nap, or because Du Lei called, or because I had taken a shower, but I didn't want to sleep at all!

"Ugh!" I cursed. It's not like I don't have to go to work tomorrow. If I can't sleep now, am I supposed to go to work with panda eyes tomorrow? I forced myself to lie in bed and try to fall asleep, but "Damn it!" I still couldn't sleep. What's wrong with me? With a heavy heart, I changed into my outdoor clothes and decided to go to the 7-Eleven at the alley entrance to buy two cans of beer. A few drinks should help me fall asleep! If I still couldn't sleep, I might as well just knock myself out with a spiked club!

Carrying the two cans of beer, I walked through the quiet alley in the summer night. Every household was already asleep; the silence was unbelievable, even in Taipei.

As I walked, I heard what sounded like a cat or dog meowing.

Following the sound, I found two suspicious figures in a firebreak alley. I approached, initially thinking they were thieves, but upon closer inspection, they turned out to be two people "doing business."

The girl leaned against the wall, her buttocks slightly raised, her panties pulled down to her calves, her shirt and bra buttons undone; the boy entered her from behind, his hips thrusting rhythmically, his hands caressing her breasts.

Both suppressed their moans, but even the softest sounds were enough to break the midnight silence, and the more suppressed they were, the more exciting they sounded. (They were)

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