Never Forget the Martial World – "The Two Extremes of Passion and Desire"

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Qi Hongxuan pounded into Xue Yunlin like a pile driver,

each time pulling his penis out until only the glans remained inside her vagina before thrusting it back in forcefully.

Xue Yunlin's vagina was always incredibly wet and slippery; it seemed she needed no teasing at all, this woman was already ready to be fucked at any moment.

Even through the condom, Qi Hongxuan could feel the soft, slippery texture of Xue Yunlin's vagina. This round of fierce movements had already made her moan incessantly. At this moment, she stretched out her arms and delicately wrapped them around Qi Hongxuan's shoulders, as if she couldn't bear it anymore, her legs raised high but crossed behind Qi Hongxuan's buttocks, thrusting forcefully, as if urging him to fuck her faster and harder.

Qi Hongxuan looked down at the woman's beautiful face beneath him, listening to the woman's moans that were so saccharine and seductive, in rhythm with his thrusts, and in a daze, he felt as if he had become the master of this woman, able to give her pleasure and pain at his will. This feeling excited him greatly, and his penis seemed to harden even more.

The sustained exertion made his buttocks ache, and just then, a tingling, pleasurable sensation shot through his glans, telling him he was about to ejaculate. He just wanted to finish quickly for the first time today, to quell the lust that had been building since that morning.

So Qi Hongxuan released Xue Yunlin's plump breasts, propped himself up, and slammed down heavily as if trying to thrust his entire body into her vagina.

After a few heavy thrusts, accompanied by a low growl, Qi Hongxuan ejaculated, trembling.

Calming her breathing, Xue Yunlin pushed away Qi Hongxuan, who was still panting heavily on top of her, "You're so heavy, get up!"

Qi Hongxuan struggled to his feet, forcefully kneading Xue Yunlin's ample breasts.

His now soft and smaller penis had already been pushed out by Xue Yunlin's vagina, but the condom was still stuck inside. Qi Hongxuan carefully pulled out the condom; it had been half a month since he'd last used it, and the capacity inside was quite considerable.

Qi Hongxuan smugly handed the condom to Xue Yunlin, "Senior sister, your cosmetics have arrived. Use them while they're fresh."

Xue Yunlin rolled her eyes at him, but obediently took the condom, poured the semen inside onto her hand, and smeared it evenly on her face while giggling, "So much? Little brother, how long have you been holding back?"

Qi Hongxuan had been holding back for a long time. Ever since he lost his virginity to his ex-girlfriend last year, or more precisely, ever since he hooked up with this flirtatious Senior Sister Xue, he hadn't had such a long period of "abstinence."

After their last encounter at the hotel, Xue Yunlin told him not to contact her unless necessary, and Qi Hongxuan didn't ask why. Ever since their first time in bed, he knew that this senior sister was a married woman, and there would always be times when it was inconvenient. That didn't matter; their relationship was simply about satisfying each other's physical needs. Although Senior Sister Xue was arguably the most beautiful woman he knew, he had never had any other thoughts.

Comparatively speaking, he preferred more innocent girls. As the saying goes, a wife should be virtuous; he didn't mind, even enjoyed, giving other men a few green hats, but he absolutely didn't want one on his own head.

So, he waited for two weeks.

This morning, Qi Hongxuan browsed a pornographic website he frequented, becoming increasingly aroused. He took out his phone, pondering what excuse he could use to subtly invite Senior Sister Xue out for a "meeting." He wanted to avoid appearing too eager while letting her understand the meaning of "meeting." He wrote and revised, deleted and rewrote his text message, struggling with this dilemma, when suddenly a photo popped up with a notification sound. Before Qi Hongxuan, still throbbing with lust, could even react to what the photo was, another notification sounded, and another text message appeared. This time, it wasn't a photo, but four words: "Itchy, begging for sex."

With this explanation, Qi Hongxuan immediately realized what the MMS message was about, and blood rushed to his head.

With trembling hands, Qi Hongxuan opened the photo. It was the genitals of a woman he had become familiar with over the past six months. Her tender lips were slightly parted, and the dripping juices had soaked through the soft fabric nestled within.

Qi Hongxuan unconsciously swallowed, thinking of his senior's seductive demeanor in bed. He felt his penis was about to explode, and the pre-ejaculate from his urethra had soaked his underwear, making it feel tight and sticky, incredibly uncomfortable.

The photo, of course, showed Xue Yunlin's genitals in a thong. This senior always managed to redefine young Qi Hongxuan's understanding of sensuality.

At this moment, he could almost smell the sour, pungent odor through the phone.

Xue Yunlin was his senior at the same university, three years his senior, in a different major. After graduation, she worked as a counselor for two years and was now a first-year graduate student at the same university. No one would guess that this young and beautiful senior had actually been married for over two years and was a full-time wife.

The two met by chance about a year ago, and their relationship quickly blossomed. Aside from the initial few times when he was still a virgin and lacked experience, his performance was slightly less than ideal. However, every subsequent encounter left the beautiful and seductive senior student moaning with pleasure, and Qi Hongxuan was confident he had physically conquered her. This was evident in her almost constant availability; she would even initiate sexual encounters.

Qi Hongxuan was absolutely certain his body could satisfy Xue's needs at any time, but his wallet couldn't.

Qi Hongxuan's allowance was originally 1000 yuan a month, which was higher than the average salary in many smaller cities at the time, more than enough for him. After getting a girlfriend in his sophomore year, his mother gave him an extra 500 yuan. But ever since he lost his first love's virginity, or more accurately, after getting together with Xue, hotel expenses gradually became a major part of his living costs.

Senior Sister Xue never paid—and thinking about it, it made sense; by any measure, the man should pay. Qi Hongxuan considered himself a true man of principle, so he generously overlooked this small matter. Besides, paying for a hotel room meant he could sleep with a beauty like Senior Sister Xue; it seemed like a huge bargain.

There was just one problem: although he wished he could thrust his penis into Senior Sister Xue's plump vagina every day, reality didn't allow it. It wasn't that Senior Sister Xue disagreed, but he didn't have that much money for a hotel room.

Although Qi Hongxuan's family wasn't short of money, his strict Party Secretary father wasn't the type to let his son squander it. His mother, while more easygoing, was used to being frugal at their age, and without a legitimate reason, she wouldn't agree to give him a raise. Back when he was dating his ex-girlfriend, he had to beg and plead for almost half a month to scrape together 500 yuan from his mother, even swearing that his relationship wouldn't interfere with his studies and guaranteeing he'd at least get a second-class scholarship at the end of the semester.

Thinking about it now, it's frustrating. That 500 yuan increase each month, added up to roughly the same as a second-class scholarship over the entire year. If he had just been more patient, wouldn't he have avoided having to be so subservient? Even though she was his mother, Qi Hongxuan still felt it damaged his masculine dignity.

Now, he'd thank his humble self countless times for that subservient behavior. If he hadn't compromised back then, he didn't know how long it would have been before he could finally enjoy a taste of Xue Shijie's delicious, succulent flesh.

Those hourly rooms near the school gate for a few dozen yuan for three hours—not only would Xue Shijie not go there, but he himself wouldn't either.

Qi Hongxuan had always considered himself a man of style and taste, and such a classy thing as sleeping with a beautiful woman should naturally be done in a similar setting. Of course, if you enjoy the quality, you have to endure the lack of quantity.

Twice a week was the limit he could currently tolerate. If he couldn't resist doing it more than once a week, he would probably have to live on instant noodles the following week.

Although he had thought more than once about asking his mother for a few hundred yuan, even just enough for one more hotel room, how could he have a reasonable excuse to ask his mother for that now that he didn't even have a girlfriend? He couldn't exactly tell his mother that he wanted some extra money to celebrate the Olympics, could he?

He hesitated and the days passed by, but fortunately, he still had a lot of self-control.

However, that self-control snapped the moment he saw this text message. After agreeing on a time and place, Qi Hongxuan hurriedly changed his clothes and rushed out without even washing his face.

After checking into the room and texting the room number to Xue Yunlin, Qi Hongxuan hesitated between taking a shower first or going to the KFC across the street to buy something to eat. After much deliberation, his mind raced, and he took off his clothes and rushed into the bathroom to shower.

Just as he finished, he heard a knock at the door. Opening it, he saw Xue Yunlin slip inside.

It was rather cold today, and Xue Yunlin was bundled up warmly, complete with a hat, scarf, and long coat. If she were wearing sunglasses, combined with her curvaceous figure, someone might mistake her for a female celebrity deliberately dressed to avoid paparazzi.

"So eager? You're already showered?" Xue Yunlin removed her hat and scarf, smiling at him.

"I was just worried you'd be waiting too long, Senior Sister," Qi Hongxuan replied, his face flushing slightly, but he pretended not to notice.

"Really? But little brother, your little brother doesn't say that!" Xue Yunlin still had that smiling expression, but her alluring eyes were fixed on Qi Hongxuan's bulging crotch under his bath towel.

Qi Hongxuan thought he was clever and resourceful, but for some reason, he was always at a disadvantage in front of this senior sister. Fortunately, after a year of experience, he had learned that to deal with this Senior Sister Xue, he had to use both words and actions. He couldn't win with words, so he could only use his actions to make her behave in bed.

So he stepped forward, pulled Xue Yunlin into his arms, kneading her ample breasts through her sweater while sucking on one of her earlobes, and thrusting his penis into her crotch through her tight jeans.

This trick worked, and Xue Yunlin just let out two comfortable moans before going limp in his arms.

Qi Hongxuan slipped his left hand inside Xue Yunlin's sweater, giving her breasts a couple of firm squeezes, feeling the delicate texture of the flesh overflowing from his fingertips. His right hand reached inside her tight jeans, parting the thin fabric covering her vulva and beginning to probe.

Feeling the wet, slippery sensation, Qi Hongxuan whispered in Xue Yunlin's ear, teasingly saying, "Senior sister, you're already this wet before I've even touched you. Who's in a hurry? Who said they were itchy and wanted to be fucked?"

Xue Yunlin wiggled her hips, rubbing against Qi Hongxuan's erect penis, making herself more comfortable. After enjoying Qi Hongxuan's probing for a while, Xue Yunlin patted his hand and said, "Okay, let me take a shower first."

At this point, Qi Hongxuan wasn't about to let go. He had been holding back for so long, and now only one thought occupied his mind: to use the terminology of his only sport, "one-shot kill." Allowing his senior sister to kiss and probe for a while already required immense patience.

"You smell so good, why bother washing?"

"Smell good? Then smell down there, does it smell good?"

Qi Hongxuan felt his mouth was dry. He struggled to pull off Xue Yunlin's tight jeans, and the image of her wearing a thong from the MMS was right in front of him. He brought his nose close to it; the familiar sour, pungent smell seemed even stronger today. Normally, he might have let Xue Yunlin take a shower first, but now he didn't want to wait even a moment longer.

He forcefully pushed his tongue into that fragrant, fleshy opening, using all the techniques he knew to attack quickly.

Xue Yunlin hugged his head and giggled, "Gently, it hurts! Ouch, don't bite!"

Less than a minute had passed, but Qi Hongxuan felt like an eternity had gone by. He felt he had almost finished, so he got up and sat on the edge of the bed, gesturing for Xue Yunlin to come and help him.

Xue Yunlin nimbly got out of bed.

Compared to Qi Hongxuan's perfunctory foreplay, Xue Yunlin never skimped on licking his penis. She knelt obediently between his legs, gently sniffed it a few times, and then, with a seductive smile, stared into his eyes. She extended her small, fragrant tongue and teasingly licked the ridge of flesh beneath the glans. Then, holding the penis, she meticulously licked it from the side of the base to the tip, then changed direction. After repeating this several times, she began licking the glans, teasing the urethral opening, until she took the entire glans into her mouth, sucking and swallowing rapidly. She occasionally blinked her large, innocent eyes at him.

Qi Hongxuan gasped in pleasure. Perhaps due to holding back for too long, his glans was exceptionally sensitive today. The intense sucking and the innocent look in her eyes felt like an electric shock, almost causing him to ejaculate instantly.

He quickly signaled Xue Yunlin to stop, pulled her onto the bed, and frantically rummaged through his pocket for a condom to put on.

On the bed, Xue Yunlin, without any hesitation, spread her legs wide towards Qi Hongxuan, parting her pink lips with her hands, striking the same pose as in the MMS video. She slightly raised her chin, gently biting her lower lip, looking at him hazily, letting out a soft, sweet "Mmm."

Qi Hongxuan, having already put on a condom, practically pounced on Xue Yunlin.

*** *** *** ***

After their first encounter, the two lay on the bed chatting for a while before going into the bathroom together.

Perhaps it was because he had been holding back for so long, but while showering, Xue Yunlin simply bent over with her back to him, applying shower gel to her legs, and Qi Hongxuan felt his penis begin to rise again.

After showering and enjoying oral sex from Xue Yunlin in the bathroom, Qi Hongxuan's penis regained its previous hardness.

After Xue Yunlin used her mouth to put on a product from a well-known international sports protection brand, Qi Hongxuan impatiently pulled his senior sister up, making her bend over against the sink. He crouched down, grabbed his senior sister's fair buttocks with both hands, and spread them apart, his tongue probing into a slippery spot.

After licking the entrance, clitoris, thighs, and buttocks, Qi Hongxuan focused his attention on inserting his tongue into her vagina for a while, then licked her clitoris. When he felt he was satisfied, he stood up and rubbed his penis against Xue Yunlin's entrance.

Seeing Xue Yunlin impatiently wiggle her buttocks, Qi Hongxuan slapped her buttocks hard: "Why are you wiggling so lewdly? Do you want it? If you want it, beg me."

Xue Yunlin had just become aroused by his licking when Qi Hongxuan withdrew his tongue, and she wiggled her buttocks in dissatisfaction. Hearing this, she was speechless. From the moment she entered the room, she could tell that Qi Hongxuan was much more eager than her, but he wouldn't say it outright. He was clearly so eager that he didn't even want to do foreplay, yet he was still playing the game of begging for penetration.

Let him play it, it won't hurt if he can get pleasure.

So Xue Yunlin wiggled her plump, white buttocks and said in a coquettish voice, "Good little brother, please, please put your big cock in."

Qi Hongxuan couldn't help but chuckle, deliberately rubbing his penis against Xue Yunlin's vulva for a while before aiming at the entrance and thrusting it in hard.

After a while of hard thrusting, Qi Hongxuan gradually felt his thighs become weak and trembling, and his speed involuntarily slowed down. Xue Yunlin was enjoying the penetration, and when she felt the speed slowing down, she said in a soft voice, "Faster."

This was a request that Qi Hongxuan was determined to fulfill, so he leaned forward, gripping the ground tightly with his toes, trying to maintain the speed of his thrusts by using the balls of his feet.

However, the bathroom floor was tiled, and it was a bit damp after the shower, so it was difficult to exert force barefoot. So, he had a flash of inspiration, grabbing Xue Yunlin's shoulders from behind, making her straighten up, and maintaining this thrusting position, controlling his senior sister as she slowly moved back to the bed in the room.

He adjusted the height of his senior sister's buttocks, with her calves against the edge of the bed, and slowly thrust in and out.

Since he had already ejaculated once, Qi Hongxuan lasted longer this time. He slowly brought his senior sister to a climax, still not feeling the urge to ejaculate.

His hands were kneading her soft, plump breasts, his nose filled with her increasingly intense, post-orgasmic scent, and his ears were filled with the splashing water and wanton moans of penetration—all of it brought him immense pleasure. The only slightly uncomfortable thing was that his big toes felt strange; their grip had weakened, and it felt as if they were rubbing against the skin and flesh of his feet, not the ground.

Worse still, the discomfort was intensifying, gradually turning into a stinging pain.

The tingling pleasure of her vagina gripping his penis and the stinging in his feet simultaneously stimulated Qi Hongxuan's nerves, leaving him somewhat confused, unsure whether he was experiencing pleasure or pain.

Was this what they called "painful pleasure"?

But as Qi Hongxuan heard Xue Shijie's increasingly loud and lewd moans, the triumphant feeling of his growing ability to conquer women finally overwhelmed the stinging pain in his feet. He fiercely gripped Xue Shijie's waist and hips, forcefully pulling her towards his crotch, simultaneously clenching his buttocks and thrusting his penis deeper and deeper into her juicy, glistening, and moist vagina.

Xue Shijie responded by raising her moans to a higher level, crying out unrestrainedly in rhythm with Qi Hongxuan's thrusts.

Qi Hongxuan felt each hard thrust cause his glans to hit Xue Shijie's cervix, and he noticed that her vagina had begun to twitch irregularly, sucking and pulsating like a small mouth, massaging his penis with great pleasure.

As his senior sister's body tensed, her head held high, and she murmured absentmindedly, "Faster, faster, faster," he knew that if he just put in a little more effort, even if each thrust was only 0.5 seconds faster, 20 or 30 more thrusts would bring them both to their climax.

But he also knew he was already at his limit.

He'd been on vacation at home, had eaten dinner early the night before, and then woken up late and skipped breakfast. He'd rushed over to satisfy his senior sister, this slut, and hadn't even had lunch. It had been almost a whole day since he'd eaten anything.

Besides, he wasn't a fan of exercise, and since the vacation started, he'd been staying home even more, his biggest exercise being going downstairs for a meal.

Now, after holding his senior sister's waist and hips for so long, his shoulders were starting to ache, and his biceps were trembling slightly.

These were minor issues; he could grit his teeth and keep going. But his thighs, due to the height of his back, had been bent for so long, causing lactic acid buildup, and they were now visibly shaking involuntarily. He was too weak to maintain the current pace for another five or six thrusts, let alone go faster as his senior sister wished.

Worse still, his buttocks felt increasingly stiff, as if they were about to cramp.

This distraction caused even his penis to soften.

With his arms, thighs, abdomen, toes, and buttocks all useless, Qi Hongxuan was still unwilling to give up. He violently shook his neck, trying to use the neck muscles to move his body, creating a wave-like effect to maintain the frequency of his thrusts.

Xue Yunlin was chasing a small flame rising in her lower abdomen, extremely sensitive to the hardness and speed of his penis. Just as the pleasure was building up, waiting for the final eruption, the penis inside her was softening and slowing down!

She twisted her buttocks in dissatisfaction, trying to hold onto the tail end of her orgasm.

But Qi Hongxuan was already exhausted; his trembling arms were more like supporting himself than grasping.

Xue Yunlin twisted her hips, pulling him aside. His violently trembling thighs couldn't maintain their balance, forcing him to take a step to the side to brace himself.

Normally, this would have been no problem. But now, his thighs were so sore he couldn't lift them, turning his step into a slide.

A piercing pain shot through his feet.

"Ah!" Qi Hongxuan screamed, releasing Xue Yunlin's slender waist and plopping down on the ground.

Xue Yunlin was startled. She had been frustrated at not being able to grasp that last thread of climax when she suddenly heard Qi Hongxuan's scream behind her. The throbbing, softening penis that had been making her itch was also withdrawn. She quickly turned around.

Qi Hongxuan was sitting on the ground, holding his feet, examining them. One toe had a large, whitish patch of skin rubbed raw, with faint traces of blood, while the other toe was bleeding.

It turned out that Qi Hongxuan had developed a blister on his big toe while thrusting on the floor, and the final slip had torn it open. Then, in an attempt to maintain his balance, he accidentally kicked a metal post under the bed, splitting his toenail and causing blood to flow.

Xue Yunlin, seeing what had happened, was both amused and exasperated. Having been in the sex industry for so many years, she was quite worldly-wise, but she had never seen a man make her bleed so badly during sex. Even when her husband had penetrated her, there was only a little blood on his penis. Fortunately,

the hotel they had booked wasn't in a particularly remote area; there was a convenience store nearby. Calling the front desk and asking them to buy some large bandages, Xue Yunlin cleaned Qi Hongxuan's wound for a while.

Qi Hongxuan initially felt embarrassed, but listening to Xue Yunlin's soft words of comfort, he gradually realized that he was a considerate and gentle younger brother who had endured the pain in his foot to help his senior sister reach orgasm!

So, after treating his foot wound, he lay back on the bed, enjoying the gentle mouth of his seductive senior sister.

Xue Yunlin hadn't truly been satisfied today, and had just almost reached her peak again, so she wasn't about to give up easily. She bent down and carefully licked and sucked Qi Hongxuan's penis, finding it hard enough. She tore open a condom and put it on him, then straddled him, one hand holding his penis, and slowly sat down.

Orgasm still depended on oneself.

This time, Xue Yunlin completely controlled the angle and rhythm, sometimes swallowing, sometimes drawing circles, sometimes grinding. One hand gently pinched her nipple, the other reached down to rub her clitoris, almost immediately getting into the mood.

But the only thing lacking was the hardness of the penis inside her.

It always falls just short of scratching the itch.

There was no other way; it seemed he had to resort to his ultimate move.

"Want to try something more exciting?" Xue Yunlin looked at Qi Hongxuan beneath her with a teasing expression.

Qi Hongxuan's eyes lit up. His practical experience was mostly gained from this flirtatious senior sister, but as for theoretical knowledge, after so many years of visiting pornographic websites, he was quite knowledgeable. He was interested in everything from child pornography and BDSM to exhibitionism and training, as long as it wasn't used on him. He

had actually wanted to try something different for a while, but he didn't know how to bring it up. Since Senior Sister Xue had taken the initiative today, he readily agreed.

Xue Yunlin bent down, picked up her phone from the bedside table, dialed a number, put it on speakerphone, and made a "quiet" gesture with her index finger in front of her pouting lips.

"Feeding?" A cute, childlike voice came from the other end of the line.

Xue Yunlin gently rubbed against him while talking on the phone.

Qi Hongxuan had already seen several pornographic films where people made love while talking on the phone, but he never thought he would one day be the male lead! Listening to the conversation between Senior Sister Xue and the woman named "Xiaoya," who was probably her best friend and getting married soon after the New Year,

Qi Hongxuan watched Xue Yunlin's plump breasts sway gently, listened to her prying details from her best friend about her and her fiancé's bed, and felt her slippery vagina swallowing and releasing his penis. Qi Hongxuan felt as if another woman was watching his intercourse. His penis throbbed involuntarily twice inside her, as if it had suddenly grown a few centimeters longer, reaching its full length.

Xue Yunlin seemed to feel it too, her mouth open in an "O" shape, moaning silently.

Thinking of all the pornographic films and novels he had seen, the most stimulating thing was suddenly thrusting into a woman while she was on the phone, watching her try to hold back her moans. Qi Hongxuan felt his blood rush to his head. Suddenly, he gripped Xue Yunlin's slender waist tightly with both hands, thrusting his hips upwards with force, followed by a series of violent thrusts.

Xue Yunlin knelt on the bed, holding her phone in one hand and bracing herself against Qi Hongxuan's chest with the other. Her plump buttocks lifted slightly to steady herself, giving Qi Hongxuan some room to thrust.

Qi Hongxuan squeezed and kneaded Xue Yunlin's breasts while frantically thrusting his lower body.

Seeing his senior sister's furrowed brows and bitten lower lip, struggling to endure the lewdness, he had long forgotten the pain in his feet, his only thought being to make his lewd senior sister moan.

Under this relentless thrusting, Xue Yunlin talked for a full 10 minutes before hanging up, threatening her best friend before she hung up that she would definitely give her serious civil servant groom a good beating on their wedding day.

After hanging up, as if to make up for the moans she hadn't uttered earlier, Xue Yunlin lay on Qi Hongxuan's chest and screamed loudly with a force he had never seen before.

This reignited Qi Hongxuan's passion, which had initially been dampened by his desire to embarrass Xue Yunlin on the phone. He used every muscle in his body, even the elasticity of the bed, to launch a final assault on Xue Yunlin's vagina.

As Qi Hongxuan forcefully fired his second shot of the day, Xue Yunlin finally reached her long-awaited climax.

Afterwards, Xue Yunlin lay on Qi Hongxuan's chest, gently panting and savoring the afterglow, when suddenly Qi Hongxuan rolled over, flipping her off the bed. Her body arched like a shrimp, her left hand clutching her left buttock, her right hand pounding the bed, her face contorted in pain as she cried out through gritted teeth, "I'm cramping!"

*** *** *** ***

Wu Jingya hung up the phone, feeling uneasy. Her best friend was known for her many tricks; what if she did something that embarrassed her husband that day…?

She called her friend back, but she didn't answer. Helpless, she called her husband and gave him a few instructions, but he just laughed and told her not to worry, he had a strong groomsmen team and could handle it. He also mumbled that it was raining heavily and he would pick her up after work that evening, then hung up.

*** *** *** ***

After hanging up with her cousin, Shen Xi returned to the student council office and looked at Ding Muzhen, who was sorting and arranging files, and asked, "Is that all? Are you done?"

"Yes, thank you for your help, senior. Otherwise, I might have had to stay here all day." Ding Muzhen answered obediently.

"You thank me, so shouldn't I thank you on behalf of my sister? You were also sent here by her."

Shen Xi had been assigned by her dear sister to come to the school to handle some things for her today.

It wasn't the first time. As for the reasons, if they were perfectly legitimate, Shen Wan would usually state them righteously and firmly; if there wasn't a respectable reason, she would adopt the domineering manner of an elder sister, grabbing his ear and saying, "Why are you making excuses for doing such a small thing for your sister? I have other more important things to do!" She'd act as if saying, "Asking you for a favor is doing you a favor, don't be ungrateful!" until Shen Xi nodded and grimaced in agreement.

As for her so-called "more important things," Shen Xi knew even without her saying it—it was nothing more than spending the winter break having fun with her boyfriend.

Because Shen Xi always handled the tasks Shen Wan assigned perfectly, even better than she could have done herself. During her sophomore year, before a computer exam—a subject she dreaded and couldn't seem to master—Shen Wan jokingly complained to her younger brother, "It would be so much better if you had a sister! She could take the exam for me... It seems I'm destined to never be connected with computers, except for QQ!"

While it was impossible for Shen Xi to become her sister, Shen Wan never hesitated to order her brother around whenever possible, except for taking exams for her.

Having an appointment that afternoon, Shen Xi arrived early at Building No. 3, the main building of the School of Humanities. The first and second floors of this building were classrooms, open not only to students of the School of Humanities but also to students of most other majors. However, the upper floors were mainly the offices of the School of Humanities, including the student council office.

There was an interesting legend about this building. Every school has its own campus ghost stories, and Shen Xi's city, having fiercely resisted Japanese attacks, suffered heavy losses during the siege. After the city fell, the enraged Japanese army carried out a brutal massacre. Legend has it that Building No. 3 was the site of a mass grave. To suppress "evil spirits," it's said that the building's design incorporated some kind of "array," causing newcomers to become lost and unable to find their way out.

This is, of course, just a legend. In reality, the building's exterior featured a then-fashionable curved design, while the interior used a single horizontal circulation path. This in itself wasn't unusual, but the designer created three identical atriums (left, center, and right), only opening a small door in front of the central atrium. Furthermore, all three atriums used spiral staircases for vertical circulation. Combined with the fact that each floor of the teaching building was indistinguishable, and the inherent problems of poor lighting and unclear signage in the old building, even students who attended classes there daily could easily lose their bearings upon entering, forgetting which floor they were on or which atrium they belonged to, creating the illusion of being lost.

This wasn't Shen Xi's first time in this building; in fact, he was quite familiar with it. As a sophomore, Shen Xi, a member of the previous year's entrepreneurship competition winning team, was invited by the School of Humanities to mentor their team for this year's competition. It was on that day that he first met the girl he'd arranged to meet for coffee that afternoon—the girl he'd always called "little sister."

Two years later, that breezy spring evening on the Ningnan campus, and that bright-eyed, white-toothed girl at the corner of the third floor, were still deeply etched in Shen Xi's mind.

Since it was already holiday time, only a sophomore girl named Ding Muzhen was in the office today.

Ding Muzhen was Shen Xi's junior in the same major, and because her older sister occasionally had "important things" to do, Shen Xi and this girl had become quite familiar.

Working together, they quickly finished their business. There was still some time before their appointment, but looking at the rain outside, Shen Xi decided to go early.

Strangely enough, although he was usually an exceptionally punctual person, always arriving a little early for appointments, preferring to wait for others rather than have them wait for him. However, he always arrived long before his dates with this younger sister, as his girlfriend Feng Xin would say, "He's never this eager to go on a date with me." Shen Xi had thought about this coincidence before, but couldn't figure out why. Every time she went on a date with Jiajia, for some reason, she would always be thinking about it and only feel at ease arriving early.

After finishing up, Shen Xi, holding an umbrella, escorted Ding Muzhen back to her dormitory and then strolled out of the school gate.

The café Shen Xi and Song Sijia were meeting at, called "Miss Cola's Shop," was less than 500 meters from the school on Gongnong Avenue.

Shen Xi really liked the atmosphere of this café. To the left of the entrance was a row of bookshelves, neatly arranged with old books carefully selected by the proprietress, and a row of desks in front of the bookshelves for people to read. To the right was the typical café setup, except that an old grand piano was placed in the center.

This little café had already become a topic of conversation among students from nearby schools before it even opened. It wasn't just because the proprietress had painted Van Gogh's "Starry Night" on the roller shutter door, but also because of a large job posting on the glass door. "

Male Waiter: Hardworking, humorous, with eight-pack abs;
Female Waiter: Small bust, thick waist,

salary negotiable,

150xxxxxxxx; Xiao Meinu
(Content contains a femme fatale, serious inquiries only)."

This unique and witty job posting sparked a heated discussion on the school's BBS, with rumors circulating that the proprietress was a young and beautiful woman, making the business quite popular after opening.

The proprietress was also a book lover; the books in her bookshelves were all secondhand books collected through public donations. She believed that books also had dignity, and that secondhand books she didn't read should be made available for more people to read, rather than letting them gather dust, thus giving them a chance to realize their value.

Shen Xi largely agreed with this view, so some of the books in the bookshelves were his contribution.

Today, the weather was rather cold and rainy, and there weren't many customers in the shop.

Upon entering, seeing that there were still 45 minutes until the appointed time, Shen Xi first browsed the bookshelves for a while. Picking up a book, she took a couple of steps back to see what other books were available when she suddenly felt herself bump into someone.

Turning around, Shen Xi saw that she had bumped into a girl who looked like a middle school student, spilling her coffee.

Shen Xi quickly turned back, tucked her book under her arm, took the two cups of coffee from the girl, placed them on an empty table, and apologized profusely, asking if the girl was burned anywhere. She also checked the girl's hands, clothes, and pants.

The girl seemed startled by Shen Xi's actions, pausing for a moment before quickly and softly replying that she was fine.

"Xin Xin!" With a clear greeting, another girl of similar age approached her and quietly asked what had happened.

Although the girl called "Xin Xin" kept saying it was alright, Shen Xi still apologized quite formally and insisted on buying each of them another cup of coffee.

After this little interlude, Shen Xi chose a seat by the window and took out her phone to call Song Sijia to let her know she had arrived.

"The number you dialed is currently switched off."

Shen Xi felt slightly puzzled. Song Sijia was a generous and cheerful person, but definitely not careless. She had never unreachable Shen Xi when they had an appointment before.

Perhaps her phone had suddenly run out of battery; she'd wait and see.

Shen Xi opened the copy of *84 Charing Cross Road* in her hand. It was a 2005 edition published by Yilin Press, translated by Mr. Chen Jianming. The book was very new, almost untouched, showing that the original owner had taken good care of it. She wondered why the original owner would give away such a new book.

This was a book Shen Xi really liked; she also owned a copy. She picked up the book because she suddenly remembered that after chatting with an old classmate in Australia the previous night, she had seen a post about *84 Charing Cross Road* on a forum she frequented.

The post affirmed the book's special status as a bible for book lovers worldwide, but then abruptly shifted to questioning the relationship between Miss Hanff and Mr. Dale.

According to the poster, their correspondence didn't touch on romantic topics. If it was true love, why didn't Hanff clarify this in her letters? Why didn't she go to England for 20 years? Why did she repeatedly spend money on other things? If they truly loved each other, wouldn't they want to be together regardless of everything?

The post itself is not worth refuting. Does love always have to be spoken? Is unspoken love not love? Does love mean disregarding everything, otherwise it's not true love? Shen Xi disagreed. Admittedly, love is an important part of life, but not everything. While disregarding everything for love is admirable, life must return after the admiration and tears; after all, admiration doesn't put food on the table.

Besides, is passionate love the only form of expression? Love at first sight is love, and so is love that grows over time; mutual appreciation is love, and so is fierce competition; mutual support is love, and so is parting ways and forgetting each other. Those who say this are either self-absorbed and oblivious to others, or they've watched too many bizarre TV dramas.

Everyone can have their own vision of love, but one shouldn't deny someone else's love just because their vision differs.

However, Shen Xi felt inexplicably that a question lingered in her mind like a shadow. So, seeing this today, she decided to read it.

Shen Xi sometimes rereads books she likes. With age, her knowledge, experience, culture, and comprehension all grow, and almost every reread brings new insights. Things she couldn't understand before, she might understand this time; things she hadn't noticed before, she might notice this time.

Opening the book, Shen Xi carefully read through each page.

The familiar, lively Helene, the reserved Frank, and the occasional guest appearances of her friends were still there. As she read, Shen Xi couldn't help but fall into deep thought again.

Was there truly love between Miss Hanff and Mr. Del?

If you sense love in their letters, then there is love between them; if you don't, then there isn't.

Shen Xi himself has always disliked the third-rate novelistic approach of clearly explaining the background and motivations, as if afraid that readers wouldn't understand if there were even the slightest ambiguity. Perhaps it's a habit formed over many years, but Shen Xi prefers to infer a person's character and motivations through their actions and words. In his view, people are complex and changeable. If a character is "locked in" with an explanatory setting, it not only limits the reader's imagination and understanding but also affects the possible changes that might occur later in the story. If Hamlet had been bound hand and foot from the beginning, there wouldn't have been a thousand readers.

Cecily "firmly believed" that Miss Hanff "must be a young, cultured, and fashionable person," while Mr. Martin thought Miss Hanff was "a scholarly person." These are their own conclusions drawn from Hanff's writing, even if they are far from the truth.

Such facts are visible, but what about the facts of feelings?

In Shen Xi's view of love, "companionship" is a very important consideration. This "companionship" isn't about physical presence, but about spiritual connection. It's about whether the two people demonstrate a high level of compatibility, truly "understand" each other, and genuinely respect and acknowledge one another.

Frank knew Helene was there when he wrote the letter.

Helene knew Frank was there when she replied.

Live well.

Isn't loving someone about wanting them to be happy without restraint? Then, does it matter whether it's with yourself, whether you know your own feelings?

Besides, after 20 years of close relationship, it's not surprising that it could develop into any kind of feeling.

Unfortunately, in this impatient world, people are used to accepting, not seeking; used to being indoctrinated, not thinking.

What were Helene's feelings as she read Frank's earnest letters, and what were her feelings as she wrote those passionate, lively, and humorous replies?

Since Helene didn't say, it's up to the reader to interpret. If they represent your view of love, then you can loudly proclaim that they are in love. It's not about others; it's your own precious reflection.

They might have loved each other, or they might not, or perhaps…

“Or perhaps Helene herself didn’t realize she had already fallen in love with him until she learned of Frank’s death?” Shen Xi murmured unconsciously.

His brow furrowed; this self-talk seemed to touch something deep within him. A thought seemed to rise, yet he couldn’t quite grasp its meaning.

He glanced at his watch; it was already the appointed time. Shen Xi looked out the window; the rain was still falling.

He picked up his phone and dialed again, but the other end still answered with a switched-off message.

Shen Xi gently closed his book, savoring the bitterness of his coffee. Thinking of the person he was about to meet, a faint sense of anticipation rose within him.

Almost there, huh? Arsenal has been playing well lately…

Ten more minutes passed, and the person he was expecting still hadn’t appeared. The phone was still switched off. Shen Xi gradually became a little impatient, but this impatience wasn’t due to Song Sijia’s lack of punctuality; it was the worry of not being able to contact him. Unable

to sit still any longer, Shen Xi simply got up and went to wait at the cafe entrance.

The rain intensified.

Time ticked by, and Shen Xi's heart tightened like a wound-up spring.

Although each time he heard the "phone switched off" message, Shen Xi stubbornly dialed again and again. The only difference was that each time he put the phone back to his ear, his brow furrowed even deeper.

He paced back and forth under the eaves, his eyes scanning the two street corners, scrutinizing every passing taxi, hoping one would stop in front of him and the girl would get out.

"Remain calm in times of crisis," Shen Xi had always told himself, and to be honest, he had always done it very well. No matter how urgent the situation, he was almost always composed and rarely lost control.

But now, while he appeared calm on the outside, his heart was in turmoil.

Jiajia had been late before, but she had never been unreachable on a date.

Being late was okay, but he couldn't hope something had happened.

Her phone was switched off—had something really happened?

The rain is so heavy, it's really affecting visibility. Could there have been a car accident?

They can't drive that fast in the city, it's definitely not an accident.

Mom…

no, if it were an accident, there would be no need to turn off the phone.

What if there was an accident and the phone is dead…

What if Jiajia has an emergency and her phone suddenly dies, and she calls me from someone else's phone while I keep calling but can't answer?

Thinking about this, Shen Xi hesitated to make a call, constantly picking up his phone to see if any calls were coming in.

But less than two minutes later, Shen Xi couldn't resist dialing Song Sijia's number again.

The call button seemed to be pressed so hard it wouldn't pop back up.

Frustration gradually turned into anxiety, worry gradually turned into unease.

Seeing that it was already half an hour past their agreed time, Shen Xi had already called all his friends who might know Song Sijia's whereabouts, and the answer was always "haven't seen her."

Shen Xi hesitated whether to call Song Sijia's home.

He hoped Song Sijia was at home, he wished she had forgotten about their date today—but he knew that was impossible.

But there was one assumption he absolutely didn't want to confront—if Jiajia wasn't home, and her family didn't know where she was, he knew he would feel despair.

A tremendous unease manifested as a pounding heart. He pulled out Song Sijia's phone number, stared at it blankly for a moment, gritted his teeth, and was about to press the call button.

"Brother!" A familiar female voice rang out from the street corner, sounding even clearer in the deserted, rain-soaked street.

Shen Xi knew, of course, who the voice belonged to. He suddenly felt a wave of exhaustion, but it was quickly replaced by overwhelming joy. He took two deep breaths, calmed his pounding heart, and slowly turned around.

The girl had most of her body sticking out of the taxi, waving at him with a slightly anxious and apologetic expression, then retreating back into the car, seemingly as the driver was making change.

Shen Xi had never imagined he would be so eager to see a girl. Somewhat confused and somewhat lost in thought, he watched as she politely thanked the driver, closed the car door, opened her umbrella, and ran towards him.

Everything around seemed to stand still, including the falling raindrops, except for the crisp "clang clang clang" sound of black leather shoes stepping on the ground.

The girl's coordination was superb; her long legs moved with a rhythmic grace, as if dancing to the beat of a drum.

For a moment, Shen Xi felt as if he were transported back to that breezy spring night about two years ago, when this girl had walked up to him with the same rhythmic grace. Short, neat hair, bright eyes, a toothy smile, she extended her hand and politely said, "Hello, my name is Song Sijia." He

was momentarily stunned.

The girl seemed particularly annoyed by her inappropriate behavior, completely oblivious to Shen Xi's lapse in judgment. She kept apologizing, explaining that her taxi had broken down and she had to change taxis, but because of the rain, she hadn't been able to find an empty one. Her phone had initially had 50% battery, but after using the extra 20 yuan battery that came with the phone, it suddenly shut down after sending two text messages and dialing Shen Xi's number.

Shen Xi looked at the girl's beige trench coat, its shoulders and back soaked through, and her jeans drenched below the knees. He knew she must have been standing in the rain for a long time, imagining her anxious face as she couldn't hail a taxi and missed her date. He saw her tightly clenched fists, her shoulder-length black hair dripping wetly from her bangs, a few strands clinging to her lips.

Ever since the girl appeared, a surge of joy had been coursing through Shen Xi's chest, now rapidly spreading to every part of his body. He could barely suppress the urge to pull the girl into his arms.

Suddenly, he remembered the muttered question he'd uttered in the coffee shop earlier, a question that had filled him with so much confusion, like a lightning bolt illuminating the entire sky in the darkness.

I…

could it be…

*** *** *** ***

“Did you hear that? ‘Brother!’”

“Hmph, I don’t believe these two are really siblings. Who waits for their sister like that?”

“A bet is a bet, okay? Miss, if your gambling manners are this bad, who will want to play with you in the future?”

In the corner of the cafe, two girls, around 15 or 16 years old, were whispering to each other while looking out the window. Both had short, ear-length hair. One had long, slender limbs, her thin figure appearing even more frail under her winter clothes; the other was slightly chubby, with visible plump thighs and arms, and a baby face.

The two girls’ fathers were close friends, one being the vice president of the Zhongning City Trade Promotion Association, and the other the president. Every Saturday, if they had nothing else to do, the two would usually meet up to play bridge. The two families’ daughters were about the same age, with the chubby Qiu Xinyue being half a year older than the slender Pei Yuwei. As the old saying goes, it was a lifelong friendship between father and daughter.

The two had known each other since before kindergarten, practically inseparable best friends. Their bond was deeper than that of many classmates, especially since mothers often talked about their children. So, to this day, they had absolutely no secrets from each other.

Six months ago, Pei Yuwei went to New York for high school after graduating from junior high. Being away from home for so long for the first time, she missed it terribly and rushed back during winter break. Now, with her return to the US imminent, she arranged to meet her best friend.

This coffee shop was a place Pei Yuwei frequented during her last six months of junior high; the pretty, playful, and book-loving owner had recommended many good books to her. She invited her best friend here today partly to see her, and partly to meet the owner. Unfortunately, when she arrived, the owner wasn't there, saying she'd gone to a hospital in Shanghai. The staff couldn't explain why.

Pei Yuwei knew the owner had diabetes; she had once witnessed her skillfully injecting herself in the stomach. Before she could connect the dots, her older sister flashed a wicked smile: "You saw it all? Well, there's nothing I can do but shut her up. What a pity, such a pretty little girl..."

She remembered that sunny afternoon when her playful sister, hands on her hips, chin held high, proudly told her, "Now you know why I'm so sweet, right? I've been pickled for over ten years!"

"It's okay, I'm thin-skinned and full of filling, easy to prick. Don't believe me? Try it!"

From then on, Pei Yuwei was captivated by the optimism and humor of the proprietress who called herself "Miss Cola." Putting herself in her shoes, if she had been diagnosed with diabetes since childhood, Pei Yuwei knew she would never be as cheerful as she was now.

Today, she felt like a child who had done something particularly proud, like an adult showing off their achievement. Before returning to America, she had specially brought a copy of her favorite book, "84 Charing Cross Road," for Miss Cola. Not seeing it now made her a little disappointed, and learning that she had gone to the hospital added to her worry.

She had no choice but to hand the copy of *84 Charing Cross Road* to the waitress, instructing her to quickly register it and put it on the bookshelf.

While sipping coffee, the two chatted about the differences between high schools in China and the US. The six months hadn't made them strangers; on the contrary, the joy of their reunion made them seem even closer than before.

*** *** *** ***

That day, besides the two of them, there was only one other customer in the coffee shop. Their eyes inevitably kept glancing at the middle-aged man.

"You've read so many mystery novels, so look at that man who took your book, what can you tell?" Qiu Xinyue boldly posed a question to her best friend.

Pei Yuwei, a big fan of Christie's novels, naturally wouldn't refuse the opportunity to showcase her talent. After observing carefully for a while, she said, "He sat by the window to look outside. The fact that he immediately made a phone call after sitting down probably meant to let someone know he'd arrived, but the line was probably busy. Reading the book means he's still early for his appointment and is killing time."

"Oh, not bad! Now guess who he's waiting for?"

"How could I possibly guess? I'm not a god! Deduction isn't prophecy!" Pei Yuwei glared at her best friend, saying irritably.

"If you won't tell me, then I will!" Although Qiu Xinyue wasn't as good at studying as her best friend since childhood, she was quite confident in her judgment of people, thanks to her father's excellent genes. "Judging from his age, he should be in his early twenties. If he's not working at this age, he should still be a student. As for his appearance, he's quite energetic, so he must have a girlfriend. In this cold weather, in this heavy rain, meeting at a coffee shop, who else could he be meeting but his girlfriend?"

"That's not necessarily true! He could also be meeting his boyfriend! Aren't you my boyfriend?" Pei Yuwei reached out and tickled her best friend's waist, and the two girls burst into laughter. "Besides, who says that adults who don't work are students? My mom doesn't work either!"

This was a bit of sophistry, but Qiu Xinyue wasn't angry. She just continued to smile slyly: "How about we make a bet? I'll win if he's a girlfriend, and you win if he's a boyfriend!"

Pei Yuwei, who had just taken a sip of coffee, almost choked when her best friend said that. She was just being stubborn; she didn't really think that person was waiting for a "boyfriend." If she actually got a boyfriend, she'd definitely go out and buy a lottery ticket without hesitation.

"How can you gamble like that? You're getting too much of a bargain! If I were choosing a girlfriend and you were choosing a boyfriend, would you agree?"

"Well then, since you want to choose a girlfriend, you can have her. If the person who comes later is his girlfriend, you win; if not, I win. How about it? Future Wharton Business School graduate, dare to bet?"

Girls this age are naturally playful, and the last sentence's provocation made it impossible for the proud Pei Yuwei to say "no." Besides, she felt the "girlfriend" answer had a high chance of winning, so she rolled her eyes and pretended to be very generous, saying, "Okay, you get the advantage, I bet!"

Watching the person outside the glass door constantly making phone calls, Pei Yuwei suddenly felt inexplicably sorry for this older man.

He'd been stood up; he didn't even answer the phone. He must have been dumped.

Then she thought: What if no one comes? A draw?

About 20 minutes later, Qiu Xinyue suddenly gestured for her best friend to look outside. Pei Yuwei turned her head.

A slender, elegant, and beautiful woman appeared.

Before Pei Yuwei's victory smile could fully bloom, the beautiful woman called out "Brother" to the young man...

Pei Yuwei's smile froze instantly, while Qiu Xinyue beside her burst out laughing. Good

heavens, are these two siblings?

Was that why they were in such a hurry waiting for their sister?

What are you two doing out in this heavy rain? If you want coffee, go home and make it yourself!

Annoyed, Pei Yuwei decided to vent at the amusement park, and Qiu Xinyue naturally accompanied her. The two walked out hand in hand.

Having beaten her best friend, Qiu Xinyue seemed extremely happy, walking with an arrogant air, brushing past the two who had just entered. Qiu Xinyue politely nodded to the man, while Pei Yuwei glared at him resentfully.

They definitely weren't siblings; those two were up to something

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