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Everyone told me it was okay when we broke up, that the next one would be better.

Only that jerk next to me, who said he wouldn't say anything bad, looked at me with a sly smile:

"The next one might not be... you know that."

I angrily smacked his head and

lit my first cigarette.

Smoking after a breakup is probably the same concept as girls cutting their hair after a breakup.

I took a deep, deliberate drag,

feeling like I was performing some kind of ritual,

hoping to overcome something so I wouldn't be stuck in the past.

But as I exhaled the smoke,

I obviously didn't move to the next timeline, nor could I see any future.

And cigarettes really stink, damn it.

A strong sense of emptiness clung to my skin with the cold wind, and

I grabbed a beer and chugged it down.

The sound effects from the game "Tower of Gods," which the jerk had been playing non-stop, came through my ears

. "Drink faster, it's so cold, I want to go home and sleep,"

the jerk said without looking up, the intense battle sound effects combined with his flat tone.

For a moment, I really just wanted to kick him off the riverbank.

Damn, this guy's heartbroken! It's like a casual get-together at 85°C cafe, where you can just casually break up.

At three in the morning, we sat by the river with a beer in hand.

In the darkness, only the light from Beilan's phone and the irritating thumping of the engine filled the air

. If you listened carefully, you could also

hear the sound of the river flowing, a lonely sound.

I closed my eyes, trying to find a light in my mind that was different from these things,

a strength that should have made me more open-minded instead of wallowing in despair.

But no matter how I thought about it, all I could think of was my ex-girlfriend's smile—

oh, the kind of smile she had when we broke up after less than two months and she was already holding someone else's hand sweetly.

The reason for the breakup was actually ridiculous :

I couldn't ride a motorcycle.

I watched her smilingly get on the back of my senior's motorcycle,

wondering if she had slept with him too. It's

clearly awful, the whole world knows it,

but I still can't escape it.

I yelled "Fuck you!" into the darkness,

but in the end, I could only drink in frustration and despair.

"Why are you playing pirated games?"

A clear female voice darted between Beilan and me with a petite figure.

I was so startled that I almost fell off the riverbank and yelled "Fuck!"

But Beilan just glanced at the figure next to him,

said "None of your business," and continued thumping away.

Before I could even recover from the shock,

the figure turned to me.

"Hey, can I borrow your cigarette for a puff?"

She stared at my still-lit cigarette, and

without thinking, I refused.

"No."

"Why?"

"I'm a germaphobe."

"Then give me a new one."

"No."

"Why?"

"Cigarettes are expensive."

"You must not have a girlfriend, you cheapskate."

I glared at her, annoyed.

She had short hair that only reached her ears, and

her small face made her eyes look huge.

Her eyelashes looked long and curled from the side.

Honestly, she should be a pretty girl,

but unfortunately, she was as rotten as a rotten person.

But at that moment, I actually felt relieved

because I knew I wouldn't have any worse luck lately.

Who gets dumped like me and then gets choked up for no reason?

Damn it!

"I got dumped because he loved to smoke,

and I hated him smoking, so I got dumped," she said to herself.

Yeah. The reason was just as ridiculous as mine.

I didn't intend to talk to her and quietly drank my wine.

"Let me tell you! I'm here to drown my sorrows too."

Then I watched her pull a bottle of fruit wine from her white bag.

I spat out the liquid in my mouth,

wondering if she was being funny or just plain crazy.

Bei Lan also looked over at me with an expression that seemed to ask if we'd encountered a lunatic.

I decided to ignore her and continue contemplating my future.

A few minutes later, the petite figure beside me slumped against me with a thud.

I frantically patted her face, but there was no response.

Luckily, I managed to feel her breath through her nose.

"Damn it, what do we do now?"

I asked Bei Lan in despair.

Bei Lan looked at us.

"Take her home."

Then he put away his phone, jumped off the riverbank, walked to his motorcycle, got on, and started the engine—all in one

smooth motion, without any hesitation, so much so that I completely forgot to stop him.

"I can't give girls rides, Qi Qi will be angry, so you take her home. It's not far anyway, bye."

Without a pause, Bei Lan immediately sped off.

All I could think was "damn it

." What kind of bizarre way was this, picking up a dead woman?!

I considered the feasibility of throwing her directly into the river,

but in the moonlight, I saw undried tear tracks on her small face.

In the end, I swept her incredibly light body up in my arms and

slowly walked under the seemingly lonely streetlights.

Holding her, I couldn't even hold my keys.

I yelled "Bei Lan" at the door, and

after a long pause, he sleepily opened the door .

I stormed into the living room, my anger reaching its peak:

"Let her sleep with you? I'm going to tell Qi Qi you brought a woman home."

The ultimate way to destroy someone is to do it yourself.

Hearing this, Bei Lan instantly sobered up.

Using his physical advantage, he bypassed me, opened the door for me, and then instantly retreated back into his room

. The moment I heard him lock the door, I kicked it hard.

I went back to the room, threw her onto the bed, and went into the bathroom to shower without a second thought.

When I came out, her petite figure sat on the bed, looking dazed.

"I want to take a shower too."

I stared at her suspiciously, trying to see how sober she was.

"Go ahead."

"Help me shower, I'm sleepy."

She reached out and started taking off her top.

Just as she was about to unhook her bra, I rushed to her side to stop her.

Was it that if she took off all her clothes, a bunch of men in black would rush up and take pictures like crazy, demanding a million dollars or they would sue me until I took off my pants?

Then she leaned against me again,

this time only through her underwear,

the pink lace pressed against my chest,

soft and squishy, making my penis hard.

At this moment, I was still holding her delicate hand;

anyone who didn't know the situation would definitely think I was going to drug and rape her.

"Hey, wake up!"

I pushed her back onto the bed and slapped her cheeks hard until they were red, but she didn't react.

Finally, I decided to push her to a corner,

since it wouldn't take up much space,

and then rushed to the bathroom, masturbated, and slept with my back to her.

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"Hey, pervert, wake up."

In my sleep, I felt my handsome face being attacked.

When I opened my eyes, I saw this slut sitting on me, slapping my cheeks wildly.

"Damn!" I reflexively stepped back, the back of my head hitting the wall, and without thinking, I yelled "Damn!" again.

She nimbly flipped over to my side, laughing loudly,

"Pervert, take me to breakfast." " Why the

hell do you keep calling me a pervert

? If I were really a pervert, do you think you could sit here laughing at me like that?" "Then why aren't I wearing any clothes?" "Please, you took them off yourself!" "Oh, then why didn't you help me put them back on?" I was stunned for a moment, then she started laughing again as she put on her clothes, "Take me to breakfast and I'll forgive you." "I can't ride a bike." "Then walk." I felt this was all utterly ridiculous. The worst part was that I only started to realize how absurd my night had been when I led her to the breakfast shop. She looked like she hadn't eaten in a long time; her small mouth was stuffed full of food like a squirrel's. I couldn't help but laugh, but immediately put on a serious face . This was the first time I had laughed since my breakup, and it was for this second awful thing. I despised myself so much. "Hey." She put down her food, still chewing slowly. "You look good when you smile, smile more, and swear less ." I retorted coldly, mimicking the slacker, "None of your business. " An hour later, she finally finished the last sip of her milk tea. I got up to pay, but she stopped me. "What? It's embarrassing for a girl to pay. Get out of here." "I don't need to pay." "Do you want to get arrested?" "This is my family's business." I then realized that the kind and beautiful auntie who always called me "handsome" at my favorite breakfast shop was actually this slacker's mother. Fate really plays tricks on people! "I'll treat you to breakfast for a week, and don't tell my mom I'm heartbroken and drinking." I was still marveling at how kind the auntie was, yet her daughter was such a slacker, when she suddenly begged me. I seized the opportunity to be a slacker. "Huh? Oh, but I really want to tell her right now!" I said, shaking my leg and grinning cheekily. "Oh, go ahead, I'm going to tell my mom you slept with me yesterday." She gave me a smug smile. And so, I ate her breakfast every day for a week. I learned she was a year younger than me, her name was Rui Rui, she had been heartbroken for the same amount of time as me, I knew her Line account, and we started chatting every day. At first, we talked about our heartbreaks and cursed each other, but later we talked about zodiac signs and interests and realized we were very similar. In the end, I felt controlled, and I started to look forward to her reading my messages and anticipating what kind of nonsense she would say next. Putting aside the absurdity of the first day, she was actually a very cute person, the kind of cuteness that comes from her personality rather than her appearance, although she was also very much my type. One day I took Bei Lan to breakfast, and seeing me chatting so familiarly with Rui Rui, Bei Lan took a big bite of his chicken burger and asked me: "Is she your next one?" I pretended to hit him, but my heart skipped a beat because of his words. After meeting Rui Rui, I rarely thought about the woman who I thought would cause me unbearable pain, let alone that I was actually laughing while chatting with her— laughing so heartily that Bei Lan thought I was in heat. Realizing I might be falling for her, I became afraid and started to treat her coldly, deliberately avoiding her breakfast, pretending to be busy, and not replying to her messages. How could liking someone happen so quickly? This must be just my imagination. But during these days of distancing myself from her, I kept thinking about her. Then one day, I opened the door, and she was sitting on my bed, wearing the same pink lace lingerie she wore the first time. My first thought was that Bei Lan must have let her in. Before I could say a word, she burst into tears, crying like a child. I was terrified and didn't know what to do, so I put down my backpack, sat down next to her, and wrapped her in the blanket. "What's wrong?" I asked her as gently as I could . I was actually happy to see her, but I didn't expect her to cry like this. "Junyi said you're not actually busy at all, you just stay home playing online games and keep losing. Why are you avoiding me? Do you hate me?" She burst into tears again after saying this in one breath. I patted her back, remembering that Junyi was Bei Lan's real name. "I don't hate you." "So you like me?" I nodded reflexively. The next second, her tear-stained face pressed against mine, her soft lips wet. I reached out and hugged her. The blanket slipped down, revealing her underwear. Just like last time, her soft breasts pressed against my chest, and I couldn't help but get hard again. "Wait, liking someone doesn't necessarily mean sleeping together."

I kissed her, trying to pull us both back to our senses.

"But I want to."

The next moment, I pushed her down,

my tongue exploring her small mouth, savoring

her sweetness, like her favorite milk tea—

rich yet not cloying.

I gently stroked her slender arms,

and just that made her moan.

Then I kissed her collarbone,

my hands reaching behind her back to untie her braces. She

was petite yet possessed disproportionately full breasts, which

I kneaded with delight.

Her face flushed, her

nipples erect and rosy.

I took them in my mouth and licked them.

Luckily, the room was well-soundproofed,

otherwise Bei Lan would have deliberately rushed over and knocked on the door.

I pressed my fingertips against her tender core, and

she moaned, squeezing her legs together in unbearable pain .

When I touched that wet patch,

I couldn't help but kiss her again.

I uncertainly pressed my penis against her entrance,

but she squeezed me tightly, signaling for me to enter.

I couldn't resist thrusting in,

feeling incredibly satisfied under her embrace .

I moved rhythmically,

occasionally speeding up, causing her to moan uncontrollably.

"Can we try a different position?"

She's so petite,

I've always wanted to try...

She nodded with hazy eyes,

then I stood up, picked her up,

aimed at her entrance, and began thrusting up and down

, each thrust going deep inside.

That indescribable pleasure is something I'll never forget.

Finally,

we both reached our climax in the missionary position.

"Hey, you'll take responsibility for me, right? If you don't, I'll tell my mom."

Rui Rui lay on top of me,

her long hair tickling my nose.

I brushed her hair aside and hugged her tightly.

"You're the one who has to take responsibility for me!"

"Okay,

I'll treat you to breakfast for the rest of my life!"

"No, I'm not that easy to please."

"But if you're not full, you can eat me."
After saying that, her face was even redder than when she had just climaxed.

I smiled wickedly and pressed her down beneath me again.

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