Life 1-6

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a year has passed, and I still can't forget every detail. It's as if time hasn't faded any
trace; it remains in my mind, a lump in my throat whenever I think of it. It's as if all of that,
even though 's vanished without a trace, can still devour me… Perhaps, in the future, it will slowly fade, but it will remain
a memory for life, forever indelible. However, there is still hope in life. Every day, I stand on the north-facing windowsill,
gazing at that land of fish and rice not far to the north, waiting for her return. And I believe she will definitely come back;
everything is not far away.

March 2014, the day of Ren Shen, the Dragon Raising its Head, a small county town in the north.

The streams thaw, the old mountains turn a pale green, spring is in full bloom, and all things are teeming with life. Whether in the city or the countryside, walking along the
roadside , one can see layers of tender green foliage not far away, occasionally interspersed with red or white flowers. The soil, once
frozen and stiff, becomes warm, moist, and soft. Everything is awakening from chaos, awaiting the first chirping of spring, after which
all things will flourish in the cycle of life. This should be the most beautiful time of the year, but for me, it is the beginning,
or .

I got divorced. After enduring three years of constant conflicts and reconciliations, the conflicts continued
to escalate, like cancer. Each chemotherapy session temporarily suppressed the disease, but
the malignant tumor hidden beneath the surface of health grew even more rampant. It was a way of drinking poison to quench thirst, yet it became
the theme of my life for the past three years.

In the end, everything had a clear but unpleasant ending. Because the child was still young, the court awarded custody to her.
Compared to the child, if I were to take custody through legal means, it would undoubtedly be the greatest torment to her. I couldn't bring myself to be so
cruel, so I endured the pain and did not appeal.

Amicable separations only exist in novels. On the day of the verdict, she
packed and resolutely boarded a train to Jiangxi. From then on, thousands of miles away, there was still my family.

Yes, I consider her my family, because of our children. No matter what their future holds, we
will never be separated from this relationship. Why divorce? Why is the divorce rate so high these days? Why
has divorce, once an occasional phenomenon, become a social problem? I think this is not only a matter of human nature,
but also requires answers from the fundamental systems and contradictions of society. I have never agreed with divorce just because people are incompatible, especially
after having children. When friends have considered divorce, I have always tried my best to dissuade them
, explaining the reasons again and again. Now, I have experienced it myself.

It's a joke, and haven't I also lived in an era full of jokes?

Depressed by my recent divorce, I quit my job, thinking I just wanted to calm down,
travel, and seek a different path in life. Later, I realized how rash that was.

I stayed home for a while, but I couldn't stay idle any longer. The years before and after the divorce kept me
awake . I'd get up, light a cigarette, and replay everything in my mind countless times until it all shattered.
I got out of bed, went to the balcony, and looked down at the vast darkness below, with only a few scattered lights.
The chill of early spring in February lingered. I hunched my shoulders and looked up to see the night sky above the mountains to the east of our small town, faintly
glowing red and yellow, illuminated by the lights of the big city.

Maybe I should go out and leave this house filled with memories.

The next day, I contacted my cousin in Shenzhen and told him about my desire to leave. He hesitated for a moment and said
that Shenzhen wasn't a good place to make a living anymore; the talent pool was too saturated, and the streets were full of college graduates—it wasn't like it used to be.

I said it didn't matter, maybe I wouldn't even need to look for a job, I could just start a small business. My cousin said, "Then come over, we
'll talk about it when you get here."

After crossing mountains and rivers,
four years later, I once again set foot on this passionate land. Time, oh time, it seems like the separation four years ago was just a prelude to today's return? I can't understand reincarnation, but I have
to believe in its power again. What's lost will eventually return, only starting anew. This city has created
countless partings and reunions, joys and sorrows. Countless times I stood outside those laughter and tears, treating them as stories, only to realize
that I myself had unknowingly become a story.

In early March 2014, a man with a travel bag, a gloomy expression, and a stubble
beard .

Finding a job was easy; within a few days, I passed the interview at an electronics factory and moved into a dormitory.
Having not experienced communal living for over a decade, I initially felt a sense of excitement and longing upon moving into the dormitory. Thinking back to
my student dorm, even years after graduation, my roommates and I still maintained a closer relationship than most classmates
. I thought this place would offer a return to that warm feeling, but I was wrong.

After less than a week, I couldn't stand the noise and smells. I'm a slightly
obsessive-compulsive man; the smell of sweat, feet, phlegm, the stench of horses running around, and the sound of teeth grinding at night were
unbearable . Finally, after a week, I practically fled the dorm and rented a
small single room of about 30 square meters near the factory. It had a kitchen, a bathroom, a balcony, and most importantly, it was clean.

Back to being alone, perhaps because I was used to it, I felt a little excited.
It seems I'm destined never to get married; otherwise, why would I enjoy this solitary life so much?!

It's quite far from my cousin; he's outside the city, and I'm inside. This is a large residential area, mostly inhabited by
migrant workers, almost unchanged from years ago. It's mostly young people, and incredibly lively at night,
a stark contrast to the quiet of the daytime.

The building I live in has six floors; I live on the fourth floor. Each floor has four rooms, two of which are
two-bedroom apartments , so the single rooms are quite spacious and reasonably priced. The day after I moved in, I got internet access, bought a
simple computer desk and chair, and a few basic cooking utensils. Everything was settled.

The first night after moving in, I couldn't sleep. My mind was a mess. I even thought of
her (the female protagonist in my novel "Southern Memories"), whom I met in Shenzhen in 2004. Now she has long since returned to her hometown with
our daughter, and we will never have any contact again.

In this vast city, besides my cousin, I have no other ties, no warmth of family. The road ahead
starts from scratch, just like when I first came to Shenzhen years ago. Everything will begin anew. I hope
this is another turning point in my life!

My life also became more structured at this time, compared to the severe irregularity of the previous months.
Every morning I would go downstairs for breakfast, which was close to the factory, so I would walk there leisurely. I would eat lunch at the factory, and I wouldn't work
much overtime in the evenings. If I didn't work overtime, I would come home and cook a small meal, then stay in my room and surf the internet. I didn't go out for walks, and I
would go to bed promptly before midnight. I actually quite enjoyed this kind of aimless busyness.

Springtime passed in this peaceful yet fulfilling way.

The preface is a bit long, and I guess many of you are already cursing, but I will humbly
accept However, I will still continue writing. Writing (if this can be called writing) is a state of mind,
a style. Before starting the main text, I need to cultivate some mood. Please forgive me, it's an old habit of mine, and it's not easy
to overcome . Sigh! I'm quite worried about it too.

May in the South is always hot and humid, making one feel restless and ready to explode. Anyone
who has lived in Shenzhen can relate. Sitting indoors, unless the air conditioner is on, a fan is simply not enough.
At the time, I hadn't considered buying an air conditioner, so, being someone who enjoys solitude and staying home
, I joined the ranks of people taking a stroll in the evening. Although walking around might make me sweat even more,
it was still much more refreshing than the increasingly stifling heat indoors.

Usually, when I'm out, I like to browse books at street stalls, especially secondhand bookstores, where I occasionally
find old books that are hard to find nowadays, incredibly precious to me. That day,
I unusually went to a shopping mall. Things in this world really are about fate, a butterfly effect where a
tiny And so, the story unfolded.

Looking back now, it all seems too coincidental, yet also an inevitable part of destiny. Otherwise, why
would those fortune-telling stalls on the street always be so popular?

Bored with wandering the streets, I turned and went into the biggest shopping mall in my area. It was nice and cool inside.
I walked around a couple of floors, bought some household items, snacks, and a bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor
). After wandering around a bit more, seeing nothing else to buy (is this some kind of shopping compulsion?), I went to the cashier. As
I was about to leave after paying, I glanced at the floor next to me and saw a huge pile of stuff. How much was that?

I roughly counted seven or eight plastic bags, the large plastic bags you see in malls, all
completely full! Holy crap! This wasn't shopping; this was moving house! I sighed inwardly. Even
the poorest person spends money like water after working in Shenzhen for two years; it's nothing new.

"Excuse me, miss, could I borrow your shopping cart? I have so much stuff, I can't carry it all home!"

I looked in the direction of the voice and saw a long-haired girl, who at first glance didn't look particularly attractive, asking the cashier for a shopping cart.
I guessed that pile of stuff was hers. "No way, she didn't buy all this stuff by herself, did she? Is this girl
crazy ? Knowing she can't carry it all, why did she buy so much?!

" "I'm so sorry, that's not possible. This cart can only be used inside the mall! Please think of another
way!"

The girl's lips moved again, as if she wanted to say something but didn't.
Everyone knows mall carts aren't loaned out, and she probably realized there was no hope, so she didn't say anything more, sighed, and
stood there staring at the huge pile of things, at a loss. The items had already been paid for, and there was no way to return them; she could only
take them.

Because Shenzhen strictly cracks down on privately owned passenger vehicles, there aren't any
small tricycles (often called "motorcycle taxis") like in inland areas. The street facing the mall's main entrance is a pedestrian
street, a one-stop shop for food, drinks, and clothing, always bustling with people. Taxis usually can't drive in. She had no choice but to carry all her things
back .

Now you should know how this all started! I was indeed having a fierce internal
struggle . I usually prefer solitude and quiet, and may seem a bit cold on the surface, but I'm actually
a warm-hearted person at heart. If I see someone in trouble, I'll usually help without hesitation if I can
. This is one of the reasons my wife divorced me; she always thinks that if someone asks me for help, it's
because they don't respect me, and she calls me a coward… Should I help her? What will all these onlookers
think of me? Is this girl really all alone? Does she have any other options? These thoughts raced through
my mind, but to no avail. Seeing her standing there awkwardly, at a loss, all those
thoughts automatically vanished. I walked over.

"Did you buy all these things? Just by yourself?"

"Yes, I forgot I couldn't carry them all when I bought them and when I was paying…" She trailed off,
probably feeling embarrassed herself.

"Haha!" I couldn't help but laugh twice. "Come on, where do you live? I'll help you take them over!"
After saying that, I looked at her and asked for her opinion, because it wouldn't be good to take her things so abruptly. Being too enthusiastic
might make her wary. In that case, I wouldn't be able to help her, and she would lose the opportunity to be helped.
Hehe...

"How could I? There are so many things. I live quite far away!" she said with a smile,
sounding . Actually, I could tell from her words that she was happy for my help. My appearance at this moment
would not only help her take her things back, but more importantly, it would relieve her awkwardness.

"Where do you live?"

"I live near the fishing village. What about you?"

"What a coincidence! Me too, let's go!"

I left her a plastic bag and carried the rest. Even that one plastic bag was enough to make her struggle,
not to mention I had six or seven bags hanging on my side. At first, I could manage to walk quite fast while carrying them,
and she struggled to keep up. I was also deliberately trying to look like carrying all that stuff was a
piece of cake, feeling a surge of pride and a strange excitement from helping someone (but I promise,
I had no , and I didn't even look at her face or figure properly).

But after only two hundred meters, it really showed how much effort goes into carrying things. Two hundred meters, and my hands were
aching from the weight of those bags, as if the handles were digging into my flesh. My arms started to
ache too, and I slowed down. Finally, I couldn't go on anymore, so I put the bags down and stood by the roadside to rest and wait.
She caught up.

I couldn't help but wonder: what the hell am I doing?! Six or seven hundred meters to go, I'd be exhausted by the time I got there
! Oh, what if she lives on the fifth floor… I didn't dare think about the rest.

When she finally caught up, she was covered in sweat. Seeing her anxious look, it suddenly dawned on me—
I'd been walking too fast! Could she have mistaken me for a thief trying to run away with her things? Thinking this,
I looked at the things scattered on the ground, then at her: "Hehe, I saw you were walking slowly, so I stopped to wait for you."

"Wow, guys are strong! You're carrying all this without any trouble! Wait a minute…"

she said, bending down to rummage through the plastic bags. I was just about to take the opportunity to look her
over, but she quickly pulled out a bottle of sports drink, stood up, and handed it to me: "Have some water.
You're all sweaty, I feel bad."

Pshaw! "I feel bad, so please don't make me bring it up. I'm regretting it right now too," I said. But I definitely
couldn't say it like that. I said, "Forget it, let's not drink anymore. Let's get home in
one go and talk about it then." I picked up my things and left, and she quickly followed.

The distance of seven or eight hundred meters felt like a long march. We persevered, and we were both exhausted. Neither of us
had the energy to talk. I asked her to lead the way, but as we walked, I realized something was wrong. When we stood in
front of this building, I knew something was completely wrong! This was my building!

What a coincidence! Standing at the building entrance, I suddenly remembered meeting her in Shenzhen in 2004.
The scene seemed familiar, and she had the same unattractive appearance at first glance. We were just strangers who met by chance…

"Thank you! I'm home. Thank you so much. Have some water."

She looked exhausted, her face covered in sweat, constantly wiping it away. Only then did I take a closer look at her. She was
probably over thirty (I hadn't noticed before and thought she was a girl, but I guessed she was already
a woman). She was actually quite pretty, with light, slightly straight eyebrows. Her round face was fleshy but not
puffy , and her eyes were neither too big nor too small, double-lidded, and bright. Oh, right, her eyes were a bit like the actress Li Meng's
. Her lips were slightly full, giving her an indescribable sexy and alluring look. I hurriedly glanced at her chest. She was wearing a high-
necked t-shirt, the loose kind, so I couldn't tell the size of her breasts at first, but I felt they must be quite large. I
couldn't see her hips; they were covered by that wretched t-shirt, but judging from her full and straight legs, they couldn't be small.

"I won't invite you upstairs. Where do you live?"

Her words pulled me back to reality. I wondered if she had noticed my lapse in composure.

"Where do I live? Hehe, guess?" I asked her in a teasing tone.

"Don't tell me you live up here too, hehe." She stared at me and smiled.

"Hehe, let's not talk about that. Let me help you carry your things up. You can't carry all this up!
Which floor do you live on?"

I smiled, trying to appear as casual as possible.

"It's okay, I can get it myself."

She said politely. I had no choice, "Hehe, never mind, I live in this building too. I
can't believe it's such a coincidence. What floor do you live on?"

"Really? I live on the fifth floor!"

"@@...￥＃％..."

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"I... I also live on the fifth floor..."

Honestly, I was stunned. I couldn't believe such a coincidence could happen.
I couldn't process it. Maybe this was fate. The Buddha said that five hundred glances in a past life are needed
to brush shoulders in this life. For her, I think she must have glanced at me more than three thousand times in her past life, otherwise how could we have walked side-by-side
for these few hundred meters!

As soon as I finished speaking, I saw her eyes widen in shock. Before she could react, I took out the electronic key from
my keychain and shone it on the door's recognition area. "Click," the door opened. I picked up my things,
using my body to hold the door shut so it wouldn't close on its own, letting her go in first before slipping in myself. Damn, I felt like a thief
…

“What a coincidence…” she said softly.

Panting, I climbed to the fifth floor, put my things down in front of her door. It turned out her rented room was next to mine,
also a large single room. No need for further words, and I was too embarrassed to ask. I put my things down and stood in front of my
room 's door to open it. The scene was strange; two people carrying things back together would look
like a couple, but when the doors opened, they were in two adjacent apartments. Heh…

To prove I wasn't lying, I opened my door as quickly as possible. As I expected, she turned and looked at me the moment I
opened my door. I said, “We're neighbors now, so if you need any help, just knock!”

She smiled and said, “Thank you so much, I'm so sorry to have troubled you today!” Without further pleasantries, we went into our respective
rooms.

That night, lying in bed, I kept thinking about this woman and began to ponder her, occasionally even having some lewd
thoughts. She seems to have a neutral personality. Judging from her appearance today, she doesn't have a husband, or at least her husband doesn't
live here. I've lived here for over a month and haven't seen her, which suggests she doesn't go out much. She
must be well-off, and still quite feminine, judging from the variety and quantity of snacks she buys. Her daily
life is relatively regular; her rosy complexion after exercise indicates she's in good health and has abundant energy.

Does she work in a factory? I can't tell. Her demeanor doesn't resemble
that of a factory worker at all. She has a classic, somewhat noble air about her, something innate that even actors
struggle to fully portray…

The summer's restlessness continues, and I'm forced to continue my old life. After knowing her for two days, I've
almost forgotten about this next-door neighbor. The time alone is incredibly quiet, but slowly, it feels monotonous.
Sometimes, lying in bed, I occasionally think of this woman. My bed is separated from hers by only a wall; I wonder if her
bed is in the same position as mine.

That night, thinking about this, I suddenly had a brilliant idea. I pressed my ear tightly against the wall to listen for any
sounds . And what a surprise! I heard all sorts of noises: cooking, children...
Crying, the sounds of men and women talking, the clatter of mahjong tiles being shuffled—but I couldn't hear anything from her room. Perhaps I couldn't
make out the sounds.

Occasionally, I'd see her on the street, always alone. We'd exchange
a casual greeting and move on, but each time I saw her, my heart would churn, though I couldn't show it. I
sensed she felt the same way.

I don't know when it started, but I began to think about her constantly. At first, it was just wanting to see her, but later she became
a figure in my sexual fantasies. Everyone has sexual fantasies, men and women alike, and I had
n't had sex for two years. In this restless season in the south, the climate undoubtedly amplified these anxieties. I
needed release, I needed an object of my fantasies to satisfy that release.

So almost every two days I had to take care of myself. Each time I gripped my stiff penis tightly,
I would think of all the major women I had met over the years: the one I met in 2004 (
the protagonist of my novel "Southern Past"), Bing I met in 2011 (the protagonist of my novel "Northern Past"), and
the one next door I imagined her naked body, her soft moans as I pinned her down. My own breathing
grew louder and louder until I released all the excess energy in her body in my fantasy...

One late night in July, around midnight, Shangmeilin was unusually quiet in a corner of the city.
I was lying in bed reading a newly acquired old book, "Emperor Kangxi." The noise outside had subsided considerably; many
people, after a day's work, were fast asleep. Inside the room, you could hear a pin drop.

In the silence, faint sounds drifted by, but when I listened closely, they disappeared. The rustling of pages stopped.
Listening more intently, the sound returned—like the creaking of someone turning over on a hard bed.
Yes , it was the sound of the bed! I pressed my ear tightly against the wall, and the sound became incredibly clear.
Because it was late, there was almost no background noise. I clearly heard a woman's suppressed moans, the rhythmic
creaking , and the occasional hurried, brief conversation between a man and a woman. After a while, the creaking of the bed intensified,
followed by a faint, beast-like growl from a man. Then, all was quiet…

I understood. I understood everything! I felt a surge of anger welling up inside me, but I didn't know where it came from.
Suddenly I had transformed from a listener into the protagonist of a story, like a leaf drooping in the cold wind,
my whole body covered in a layer of icy frost. Was it because of her? Could it be that I had fallen in love with her? Impossible! Apart from
that exhausting encounter, we had never interacted since. How could it be! Perhaps it was jealousy, jealousy of that
man who was on top of her, whose appearance I didn't even know?

From that day on, if we ever bumped into each other, I would just give a cold greeting and leave. Judging from her expression then,
she seemed quite confused; her eyes even held a hint of grievance. Perhaps this grievance was just wishful thinking on my part.
Actually, I myself felt very confused. Why did I have such an attitude? Later, I realized it was
a transformation from inexplicable love to inexplicable hatred. It was also a kind of self-mockery. Yet, I still thought of her almost every day,
using her as the object of my sexual fantasies.

August. The southern summer seemed far from over, only the sky was higher and the clouds thinner.
After a three-month probation period at the factory, I started working the night shift.

One morning, I was sleeping when there was a sudden, timid knock on the door. I reluctantly struggled to
get up . The feeling of being woken up after finally falling asleep was quite infuriating. I looked through the peephole, and I
froze—it was her! The person I had been thinking about day and night was standing right at the door! She was wearing a light green dress.
I couldn't help but fling open the door, trying to remain calm as I said, "It's you! What's up? Is something the matter?"

She smiled sweetly and said, "I didn't expect you to actually be home. I was just trying my luck! Um... are you free
?"

Damn! Am I free? It's obvious. Her eyes weren't even fully open yet, and she looked tired
. Couldn't she tell? But I still smiled and, in a slightly cheeky manner, hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, come in and
tell me what's up!"

Actually, I really wanted her to come in, not because I wanted to do anything to her, but because I wanted her to see my room. As
I mentioned before, I'm a bit of a perfectionist. Everything has to be planned out, and everything has to be in perfect order. I always change my shoes
when come in or out, so my room is always spotless and tidy. I don't know
why I wanted her to see it. Was it vanity or to let her know that I'm a clean and tidy
man?

02

"Hehe, I'm not going in. I just... a few days ago, I bought a clothes hanger that needed to be assembled
, but I couldn't understand the instructions at all. I called the seller, and they said they don't offer on-site assembly..." she
said with a smile, a hint of helplessness in her voice.

"Have your husband assemble it!" I said casually.

She paused for a moment, then sighed and said, "He doesn't have the patience, and he can't understand the instructions. He tried to assemble it for a while
but couldn't, so he just left it there, saying I bought something unusable, hehe~"

"Oh, okay, I'll try. It seems a bit difficult. I'm not good at assembling things."

With that, I took the key, turned a corner, and went into her room. Our rooms had the same layout,
both with two windows. Her two windows were covered with green curtains, blocking the direct sunlight while letting in some
soft light, giving a hazy feeling.

And her bed, just as I expected, was only one wall away from mine. I never thought we'd
sleep . Does it feel like we're sharing a bed?! A fragrance filled the room, probably lavender
. The woman, who looked to be in her thirties, had a surprisingly charming, womanly air about her.

"Your husband isn't home?" I asked, glancing around the room, knowing the answer already.

"Yeah, he went out," she replied, seemingly unwilling to elaborate.

Of course, I couldn't ask more, nor did I want to.

"Are you here alone?" she asked, tilting her head slightly with a curious expression.

"Yes, I came alone," I replied, deliberately refusing to say another word.

I picked up the blueprint and began sorting the pipes at right angles, painstakingly building the base frame.
Then, following the instructions, I painstakingly assembled the clothes hanger, fixing the right angles. It seemed to have four or five layers.
By , the specifications for the materials were already fixed, so the top layers were assembled quickly. This, however,
ruined my morning's dream.

Before finishing the assembly, she had given me a drink and placed it aside. After it was finished, she quickly handed it to
me, saying, "I don't know how to thank you! You're so clever! Let me treat you to dinner!"

I said, "No, it's nothing, I have to work tonight, I won't keep you any longer."

I opened the drink, took a few sips, and turned to leave. She called out, "Hey!" I turned back and
smiled, saying, "Is there anything else?"

She stared at me for two or three seconds, lowered her head slightly, then looked up again with a casual smile, "Nothing,
just sorry to have kept you from resting."

I chuckled. "It's nothing, Sha. I usually sleep around this time too. I rarely sleep in the morning..."

She just stood there, waving gently at me. "Well... goodbye?"

I chuckled. "Yeah, call me if you need anything!"

The moment I stepped out of the room, I turned back and looked at her deeply. She was still standing there,
smiling at me, her face radiant. I suddenly felt that smile was so warm and gentle, and I had an urge to turn back
and hug . With that thought, I paused in front of her door. I didn't know if I should
go back, but what would happen if I did?

The dim light in the room made her even more beautiful and sexy, like a jungle elf from "The Lord of the Rings." She truly
was an elf, an elf who, though in her thirties, still possessed a remarkable elegance. She also loved green, and that
short skirt suited her perfectly. Her full, firm thighs and shapely hips were
voluptuous yet well-proportioned, her breasts firm and rounded, jiggling as she laughed. I realized then that
I had never truly appreciated her so much before. Perhaps the inexplicable hatred I felt for her recently had made me deliberately ignore her
natural sexiness and beauty.

I've said before that I'm a man who likes mature women, especially voluptuous and voluptuous ones, and she was
that type! I wanted to hold her, kiss her entire body, ravage her, pin her down, and thrust forcefully into her wet
vagina, making her moan in suppressed pleasure!

In that moment of pause, I was consumed by lust, my mind filled with filthy thoughts, yet I couldn't control
myself. For a moment, I didn't know what to say, but having stopped, I had to say something.

I hesitated for a moment: "Would you like to come over for a bit?"

Her answer disappointed me, and I suddenly felt angry, as if I'd been played.
I grunted an "Mmm," resolutely turned, and left her door for mine. I slammed the door shut, but just before it
closed , I suddenly realized what was happening, quickly grabbed the handle, and gently pushed it back up.

I took a shower, lathering myself with shower gel, and rubbed my penis until it was rock hard. I continued
the fantasy I'd had during that brief pause, closing my eyes and thrusting back and forth… A knock, a timid knock!

It was her! I was truly angry! But then I thought, wait, nothing should happen!
What ?

I quickly showered, put on some loose underwear, and went to
open the door . The door opened, but there was nothing there. I must have misheard.

Lying on the bed, I couldn't fall asleep for a while. The energy pent up inside me hadn't been released, but
what good would it do? It would only add to the pain. I knew she was lying just a wall away, but I couldn't reach her. As I
thought about it, my penis throbbed again. It seemed I had to release it. I lay on the bed, my right side
facing , imagining her lying with her back to me. I held her, my left hand on her full breasts, my hot
, hard penis searching for the entrance between her round, plump thighs...

Suddenly, I heard a series of knocking sounds coming from the wall, as if they were right next to my ear. I listened carefully and realized
it was coming from her room, right from this wall.

At first, I thought she was nailing something to the wall, but after a few sounds, I realized something was wrong. It was
rhythmic, "Ding ding, ding ding, ding ding ding, ding ding ding ding, ding ding..."

Nailing something wouldn't have such a conscious interval and frequency. I stopped masturbating and listened quietly
for a while . Suddenly, the sound stopped.

In an instant, I seemed to understand something. I picked up a screwdriver from the pen holder next to me and
gently , then twice more, at the same interval, then tapped again. Silence. Still
silence.

Somewhat disappointed, I was about to put the screwdriver back in the pen holder when, in that very thought, I heard a "ding-ding,
ding-ding I understood! Haha!

I was so excited that I didn't even notice when my penis went soft. I responded to
the , trying to decipher its meaning. I remember jokingly remarking that I hadn't even succeeded in having an affair, but I'd become a
clandestine agent, even managing to read Morse code...

And so, we tapped on the wall for a while, trying to decipher the meaning of the sounds. I even suspected we were going to break
the tile we were wearing; if we kept going, we'd probably make a hole in the wall. But in the end
, neither of us knew what the other was trying to say. We only knew that the sound meant we were very close, separated only
by a wall .

I knew she was doing it on purpose.

The next morning, around 8 a.m., after a long night's work, I dragged my tired body home, took
a shower, and too lazy to even turn on the computer. I lay listlessly on the bed and opened a copy of "Kangxi Emperor," but after only a few glances, I felt
drowsy … "Ding-ding!"

I jumped up! My hands trembling, I grabbed the screwdriver and carefully responded with two clicks. At that moment, I
felt my heart stop beating; instinctively, I didn't want the sound of my heartbeat to drown out this long-awaited
sound. "Ding-ding-ding," what was she saying? I tried several two-word and three-word combinations
to create a dialogue, but none were certain. So I responded with three clicks myself. "Ding-ding-ding-ding," what did she say again?

"Did you miss me?" Impossible. Let's just assume those four words. I responded twice, meaning "
I miss you very much ."

I didn't know if her husband was home. Even if he was often away, I didn't want to take the risk. I couldn't go…
Knock on her door, yes, I can't knock. But how can I do that? I need to at least know what she's saying. This is driving me
crazy. In desperation, an idea struck me. I took a screwdriver and tapped the wall a dozen
times. Silence. She didn't respond. What was she thinking? I knocked ten more times. Silence again. I
knocked twice more, meaning "Are you there?" "Ding ding," a response. She must be saying "Yes." I knocked
a dozen more times. Silence again. I gave up. This way of communicating is so torturous.

At this moment, we are both lying on the bed separated by a wall. I stare intently at the wall, trying to see through
it Is she as eager as I am? Is her husband there? I'm conflicted. Several times,
I've been ready to get up and knock on her door. It's just a thin veil between us. I should just break through it. Women
are sensitive . But I haven't. My only worry is that she's not alone at home.

Everything quieted down when my stomach suddenly growled. I realized I'd walked home groggily that morning and forgotten
breakfast. I've never had breakfast, so forgetting wasn't unusual, but I was just
unbearably . I worried that going down to buy breakfast would make me miss her voice. Then I thought, "What a silly thing to do! She
'll know I'm out when she hears me close the door!"

So I went out, deliberately making a little louder than usual when I closed the door,
jingling , and humming a little tune as I walked downstairs. The echo in the stairwell is quite loud; she'd definitely hear
me go out, meaning I wasn't waiting for her. Would she be disappointed?

I ate some tofu pudding and fried dough sticks, opened the building door, and deliberately made a louder slam when I closed it, so
she on the fifth floor would know I was probably back. Going back upstairs, I was still jingling my keys and humming—she'd
definitely know I was home!

Humming a folk tune, I reached the fifth floor and glanced casually at her door. It was ajar…
I remembered, I'd glanced at her door when I left, and it was closed then. But now…
she knew I was on the fifth floor, and she'd even left it ajar. Should I open it?

Time didn't allow for much thought, because I couldn't stand at the door for long. I fiddled with my keys,
pretending to open it, but my mind raced, concluding that she was definitely home alone, and that
she'd deliberately left the door ajar. I had to find an excuse to knock. What excuse? What excuse? Like a wolf
surrounded by frantically searched for a way out. No excuses, really none. I'll knock, just this
once, I'll try!

"Knock, knock," I'll use those two knocks again. Will she understand?

"Who is it?" came her languid voice from inside, without a trace of wariness.

After saying "I," I gently pushed open the door and stood in the doorway. I didn't see her; perhaps she was on the balcony? I continued
, "I saw your door was open. With so many burglaries lately, it's not safe like this."

A lie! A huge lie! I felt awkward even myself, and my voice trembled.

"I closed your door. I'm going back to sleep..." After saying that, I tried to turn around and leave, my steps very
slow. I waited for her to come out and see me.

"Wait!" My voice was very, very soft, unnaturally soft. She almost walked quickly from the balcony
. Seeing her "from afar," my blood surged instantly. Although she was only wearing a simple nightgown,
not revealing at all, I felt a rush of blood to my head. Looking back now, it seems I only felt that way
during my first kiss, my first time inside a woman's body. But why did I feel that way again?

She hurried up to me and casually said, "Let's go to your place."

Then she turned to get her keys, while I stood there, bewildered. But it
only took a second for me to react.

I quickly opened my door, and as I did, she left, closed it, and went into my room. I
closed doing so, as if afraid someone would see us. Everything flowed smoothly and naturally.

Once inside, she stood still near the doorway, head bowed, and said, "Draw all the curtains..."

I almost obediently went to draw the curtains, instantly dimming the light in the room. Looking back at her,
she had changed her shoes and was standing at the foot of the bed. I didn't know what to do; the atmosphere was a little awkward.

I told her that we shouldn't leave the door ajar anymore, it was really dangerous. She looked up at me and smiled faintly, her
chubby face instantly turning red. A woman in her thirties, with a full figure and large breasts,
yet when shy, she was still more alluring than a young girl in her prime. Her nightgown didn't show off her figure,
but the bare skin underneath was incredibly tempting. At that moment, she had her hands clasped in front of her chest, lifting and squeezing her breasts
. The top two buttons of her nightgown were undone, revealing a deep cleavage—a cleavage I hadn't
touched in two years! I couldn't control myself anymore. I slowly moved closer to her, lowered my head, and said, "Look, I've almost knocked down

my wall ..." She chuckled, her breasts shaking violently. She freed her right hand from her clasped hands and gently punched my chest : "Aren't you ashamed? I..." Before she could finish, I hugged her tightly! I hadn't felt that kind of excitement in many years. I held her tightly, and at first she even resisted a little, but that was only the beginning. In less than ten seconds, my body was trembling violently, and she held me tightly too, burying her head against my chest. I began to kiss her passionately . Her head was turned to one side, and I kissed her neck, from her neck down to her deep, white cleavage. My hands left her back and moved to her full, round buttocks. She let out a soft "Ah," looked up at me in a flustered manner, her face flushed a distinct pink, incredibly beautiful. In all these years, she was the most beautiful, alluring, and seductive . Seeing her look up, I kissed her lips directly, while my hands gripping her round buttocks tightened , pressing them down so that her lower abdomen and my already hard and throbbing penis, even through my pants, were pressed tightly together. She felt the hardness of my penis, and with a slight resistance, gently pushed against my chest again, her lower body also slightly tilting forward.

I moved away a little, but only for a moment, before I pressed her back down with both hands.

I was wearing thin athletic shorts, the kind that allowed for a full erection without any obstruction, while she was wearing
a thin nightgown, the smooth silk kind. When we were dressed like that and hugged tightly, it
was practically the same as being naked. I could even feel the warmth between her tightly pressed legs.

Under such caresses and kisses, she was completely melted. Her arms, which had been wrapped around my waist, went limp and weak. I
pulled away from her lips and gently bit her earlobe from the side. She let out a long, suppressed moan
. Her hands had somehow become tightly wrapped around my neck, her face turned to one side,
and she continued to moan. My hands had already slipped under the elastic of her pajama pants and into her panties,
kneading her plump buttocks back and forth. Occasionally, I would gently press my index finger into her cleft. Those
buttocks that I couldn't resist, I really don't know how to describe the feeling. They were fleshy and full. I thought that
when , they would be big, round, and white!

Every time I pressed my fingers into her buttocks, she would tremble violently. My penis was already swollen
to its limit, throbbing and pounding. The intense desire that I could no longer bear completely overwhelmed me. Along with the small panties
that tightly covered her labia, I pulled down her silk pajama pants, and then used my other hand
to pull down my own shorts and underwear as well. Oh my god! How can I describe the feeling at that moment!

I bent down slightly, intending to insert my erect penis between her legs, but she kept her full
thighs tightly clamped together,
without ; during sex, when they're closed, the resistance in the vagina increases, and that tight feeling is incredibly pleasurable).
I breathed softly into her ear and said, "Spread your legs a little."

She seemed a little hesitant, her legs clamping together less tightly, but she didn't completely separate them. I had no choice but to use my hands to
gently pry her left leg open a tiny bit. As soon as I did, I felt her trying to clamp it shut again.
I quickly inserted my burning-hot penis between her legs. She let out an "Ah!" and her legs
clamped even tighter than before. I'll never forget that feeling; honestly, it was even more stimulating
and tighter than direct penetration!

She cried out, then released her hands from my neck, clutching my sleeves tightly. Her head
tilted downwards, and I gazed at her fair neck, kissing her fiercely as I removed her nightgown. She
really wasn't wearing a bra. From the beginning until now, she had given me the impression of feigned resistance.
The moment I took off her nightgown, she actually hugged her chest tightly, not letting her breasts be exposed, while her lower body
involuntarily remained tightly gripping my penis. I wrapped my left arm around her smooth waist, and with my right hand gently coaxed her
arms apart. My God! My face was practically bleeding.

After two years without touching a woman, what a pair of breasts I was presented with! Full, round,
and white —perhaps the legendary papaya breasts. The nipples were small, no longer pink or erect,
but possessing a more alluring, trembling quality. With the slightest movement, her breasts swayed like water bags. My
right hand pressed tightly against them, kneading them vigorously, occasionally pinching her nipples gently with my index and middle fingers.
Simultaneously, my penis moved slightly in and out between her legs, the head of my penis almost touching her labia several times. I
couldn't resist any longer. I wrapped my arms around her back, pressing her breasts against my chest, letting her
sway , rubbing them against my chest. Suddenly, I held her full, round buttocks tightly, making my penis
thrust in and out more forcefully, bringing us both even more pleasure…

She moaned incessantly in my arms. Holding her buttocks, I whispered in her ear, "Let's go to bed
…"

But she shook her head vigorously. I thought perhaps she still had some reservations, but I couldn't hold back any longer.
If I didn't release, I was about to explode! I couldn't care less about anything else . I pulled her, who was almost completely naked
, down onto the bed and pressed myself against her soft, white flesh. She let out a soft "Ah," and cried out, "
No...don't do this..."

I didn't care. I quickly took off my t-shirt and kicked off her underwear
and pajama bottoms . Now we were truly naked facing each other. As I lay on her fair skin
, I looked at the wall to my left and felt a surreal, disorienting feeling. Was this real?

At that moment, she seemed to suddenly become much more lucid. She stopped struggling, her bright eyes fixed
on me: "Do we really have to do this? We don't even know each other's names..."

Hearing her words, I chuckled softly and whispered in her ear, "Hello, ma'am, my name is ***."

She chuckled, then turned serious and said, "***, we can't do this. This
is my bottom line. I can't betray him."

Hearing her say this, I was immediately at a loss, even feeling a little sad. People are inherently contradictory
. It's difficult for most people to remain clear-headed when struggling at the boundary between desire and morality. But
the expression on her face just now really made me feel that she was very serious. I suddenly felt a pang of pity. I couldn't bear to see her violate
her ethical bottom line, and I couldn't bear to see her carrying such irreversible psychological pressure. I suddenly felt that our relationship
should be purer. If we could maintain distance, we could still be close friends.

Thinking of this, and looking into her innocent eyes that didn't belong to her age, my penis instantly went limp,
and I felt incredibly ashamed, wishing I could disappear into the ground. As I rolled off her
, I turned my head away, unable to meet her gaze. Compared to her, I felt so filthy and disgusting!

She pulled my blanket over me, remaining silent for a long time. I didn't know what to say, but I
could sense she was thinking about something without even looking at me.

A minute passed, and suddenly my right arm felt a warmth; something soft and warm pressed against me. It was her.
Her breasts were pressed tightly against my arm, and a dreamlike voice gently teased my ear: "**,
are you angry with me? Give me some time, I really can't get over it all at once, but I really like you,
for a long time..."

"What's your name?"

"**Qing, you can call me Qing from now on, does it sound nice?"

"It sounds so good, so beautiful." I let out a long sigh. "Qing, you might not know, but I've actually liked
you for a long time. It's just that you have a husband, so I couldn't bother you. But now I've still bothered you..."

"Hehe, I can control myself, so you have to control yourself too. Like today, it went a bit too far..."

She gently rubbed against me, her right leg sliding slowly up and down between my legs. Whether intentionally or
unintentionally , her knee touched my penis. In less than five seconds, I got hard again. She clearly
felt it, and her right leg stopped roaming over my legs, but she continued to caress my chest with her right hand.

"Qing, this is really uncomfortable for me. Why don't you let me in once?" I was helpless, but I couldn't
bear to force myself on her. I could only wait for her choice.

Silence, another unbearable silence! Either I explode in this silence, or I die in it. I think my
ending might be the latter.

"**, let's just leave it at that, okay? This is the only way, really." She still insisted on this, and she
seemed to habitually only call me by the last two characters of my name.

"Oh, okay!"

I sighed helplessly. I couldn't force her; that would only bring her heartbroken tears, or even
a final farewell . But I had to let it out; I couldn't hold back any longer.

"Qing, lie down." I made her lie flat, then rolled over and pressed down on her, using my right knee to gently separate her
thighs a little, then inserted my hot penis between her legs, and then used my right leg
to push the separated leg back. "Qing, squeeze me tightly with your legs..."

She obediently squeezed my penis tightly, and my lower body
moved up and down on her body like when I was having sex with her. My penis rubbed hard against her labia majora between her legs, going in and out, while my hands
kneaded her plump breasts. Her two big breasts changed shape under my hands. I liked to
squeeze her breasts together, then bury my face in the cleavage, sucking in the fragrance of her body, and then
gently bit , while my right hand kept playing with the other breast, gently pinching the nipple
back and forth with my index and middle fingers.

Soon, her breathing became rapid again, even more rapid than before, and her moans became continuous. Her
lower body became overflowing once more, secreting a lot of vaginal fluid, which moistened my penis as it rubbed back and forth.
When my penis went in and out, it would smear the fluid between her legs, so the space between her two legs, which had no gap, also became
lubricated. Because the top of my penis was pressed tightly against her wet labia majora, the feeling was so intoxicating that I
even thought my penis was thrusting in and out of her vagina...

Her moans were no longer interrupted, and her legs were still tightly clamped around my penis. Several times, because I went in
too hard, my penis was pulled out, and she would automatically spread her legs a little more, and then clamp them tightly again after my penis was put back in.
I don't know when, but her hands were gripping the blanket on the side of the bed tightly, and her face was turned to
one side, her forehead covered with a layer of fine sweat.

Suddenly, she turned her head and stared intently at me, her breathing becoming rapid. I froze for a moment, then immediately realized
she was about to climax. I quickly increased the speed of my thrusts. She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, her eyes closed,
desperately trying to suppress her moans. I went faster and faster, and her body twisted more and more violently. "Ah!" she
gasped softly, her legs clamping even tighter than before. At that moment, my engorged penis
felt even more pleasurable than inside her vagina—it was clamped so tightly!

After about ten seconds, her body suddenly relaxed, and she closed her eyes, turning her face to the side. I
leaned down whispered in her ear, "Did you climax...?"

She turned her head away, covering her face with her arm, and lightly hit me, saying, "You're so bad, so really bad..."

Looking at her shy appearance, I felt a sense of conquest. I whispered, "Want to do it again?
I haven't come yet..."

She still looked shy and angry, not letting me look into her eyes, and raised her hand to hit me, saying I was bad as she hit me.
Her behavior made me even more unable to resist. I said, "Baby, squeeze your legs together."

As soon as I finished speaking, she really squeezed her legs together tightly again, and I took the opportunity to thrust in and out. Maybe because she had already come
once, her body was relaxed, and her lower body was a little dry, which made my penis hurt a little. I said, "No, it hurts too much."

I was indeed a bit tired, mainly mentally exhausted. I immediately lay down, and she nestled on
top of me, softly asking, "Is it uncomfortable not to ejaculate?"

"Of course! It's really uncomfortable not to ejaculate, especially with such a beautiful woman here, and I'm still holding it in..."
I was genuinely a little unhappy, but I couldn't show it too obviously.

"I... I'll give you a blowjob..." she said hesitantly.

I was stunned. Honestly, I hadn't expected her to refuse penetration, instead wanting to use her mouth...

She always did things that caught me off guard, and these things seemed so contradictory to me.

Faced with this situation, could I say no? But honestly, for our first time, I wanted to penetrate her
; that position was the perfect union. So I said, "No, I'd rather never
enter your body than have our first time like this. Sigh, never mind, let's talk!" She agreed
, but I also sensed a subtle disappointment in her. Did she perhaps enjoy oral sex?

We didn't talk much, since we'd never chatted together before, and we needed some small talk to break
the ice . From the few words we gleaned, I learned she was from Sichuan, from a fairly wealthy family, and had a two-year-old
child. In recent years, with their newfound wealth, her husband had started gambling and becoming unambitious, leading to frequent arguments. In a fit of anger, she came to
Shenzhen, intending to leave her husband alone for a few months. However, after living here for a while, she grew accustomed to
this quiet, undisturbed life and had no plans to return. She wasn't working here; she'd initially
taken a job in a small factory, but couldn't adapt. Having been pampered at home, she couldn't endure such hardship (
at least that's what she called hardship). So now she was unemployed, spending her days wandering around the neighborhood, sometimes
sitting , or simply observing the diverse crowd in the city – a kind of enjoyment, in itself. I was
suddenly struck by a sudden realization: if her husband wasn't here, how did I explain the moaning I'd heard in her room the other night?

Of course, I couldn't directly verify this; I could only inquire indirectly. I asked her how she managed to make a living.
She said that when she left home, she took a passbook she was responsible for keeping safe, which contained more than 300,000 yuan.
Before entering the train station in Sichuan, she transferred the money in the passbook to another bank to prevent her husband from doing
anything (I have to admire a woman's cunning; it's not just unfathomable, it's like a rock-solidifying iron!).

I said that I saw her having dinner with a man that day and thought it was your husband (actually
, I didn't see him at all; it was all made up, I just wanted to fool her). Her eyes flickered and she sighed,
a faint sadness creeping onto her face. Perhaps it was something distressing; it's better not to ask!

We also talked about the knocking on the wall. She just chuckled and said that knocking a few times didn't mean anything because she
knew I wouldn't understand, and she certainly wouldn't understand the meaning of my echo. So, it was just random knocking, as long as
it made sound and got my attention. I asked her why she didn't knock back when I knocked a dozen times later?

She said she was confused at the time, thinking I was saying something, and she didn't know how to type
it...

While we were chatting, one of my hands never left her breasts, alternately kneading them and
pinching her nipples, while my other hand covered her vulva. Although she wouldn't let me penetrate, I could
use my hand.

During this time, I kept pinching her clitoris with my fingers and shaking it up and down, causing her vaginal fluid to flow out. I then used my fingers to smear
her entire vulva, and occasionally my fingers would probe into her vagina, which was burning hot and incredibly slippery. Later, her
speech became unclear, and I couldn't hear her clearly either. Our breathing became rapid again, and her vaginal
fluid overflowed once more, even more than at the beginning. I don't know when the chat ended, but I had already
inserted my penis between her legs, rubbing it tightly against her labia majora like last time. The more I rubbed, the wetter and slipperier it
became. Her pubic hair and mine were soaked with her lubricant, so slippery that I couldn't tell if my
penis was inside her vagina or between her two plump legs.

As I thrust faster and faster, her moans intensified. Suddenly, my penis entered a
familiar yet somewhat strange environment. The warmth and slipperiness were unparalleled by any other sensory stimulation in the world
. And today, it was scalding hot. My penis felt like it had been plunged into a pot of boiling water—
scalding hot but not hurtful…

I stopped, savoring that long-lost sensation. In just two seconds, she reacted, letting out
a cry of "Ah!" and pushing me away. My penis was forced out. She quickly sat up, still keeping
her legs , her face slightly annoyed: "What are you doing! How could you do this!"

She started dressing, giving me no time to react. What was wrong? Was her bottom line really
that strong?

I had only been inside for less than two seconds! I sat naked and dejected on the edge of the bed. She had
quickly dressed, and perhaps feeling guilty about her earlier attitude, she smiled
ingratiatingly sat on my lap. My penis was still erect, pressing against the entrance of her vagina through her pajama pants,
even partially inside. She wrapped her arms around my neck and said, "Don't be angry, I'm just not
ready yet. How about we just stay like this for now?" I didn't answer, only giving a helpless, bitter smile.

And so, we began. This beginning was tangled and painful, because these things
never end well, and the ending is destined to be painful. It's a cycle, a destiny
that no one can change. She knew this, and I knew it too. But I never guessed the ending correctly, and this
ending became a turning point in my life.

The next day, I got home from work. Before opening the door, I glanced at her bedroom door. I deliberately
swung loudly, hoping for a response, but there was no sound. I closed the door, took a shower, and lay in
bed, pressing my ear against the wall to listen for sounds from her room. It was quite quiet this morning, but I couldn't hear
anything . Because I hadn't released my pent-up emotions the day before, I masturbated in the shower. This time, my fantasy focused
solely on Qing. When I finally ejaculated, I let out a low growl in the bathroom,
like ! I felt sleepy.

"Ding-ding..." Several knocks finally woke me. It was Qing. I instantly lost all sleepiness, grabbed
a screwdriver, and started knocking back. Hearing my response, Qing responded twice more. Then, I heard a knock on the door. Without
thinking, I flung the door open and let her in. She was still flustered; perhaps anyone would be
flustered in this situation.

This time, however, she was dressed very elegantly, wearing a black tight-fitting short-sleeved t-shirt and black tight-fitting
shorts. The tight-fitting clothes perfectly outlined her full and sexy figure. Her breasts were plump and
swayed up and down with the rhythm of her walking. What fascinated me the most were those tight shorts. Her legs were straight, her thighs
were round , and when she stood, her legs were tightly squeezed together (later, every time I saw her in this outfit, my penis would
quickly become erect. This outfit reminded me of my unforgettable first time with her, when my penis was tightly squeezed between those
two plump thighs...). Her round and plump buttocks were slightly upturned.

As I was still in surprise, she hugged me. This time, I didn't need to hug her hips; she
pressed mine and kissed my lips. After a while, she released my tongue and stared at me intently for a long time.
I was a little puzzled; she hadn't said a word since she came in, and I felt something was amiss. Then she spoke: "I'm
leaving for half a month..."

I was stunned for a moment before I reacted: "Where are you going?"

"Going out to take care of some things..."

"...When are you leaving?"

"This afternoon..."

...There were no more words. I had to cherish this moment together. I hugged her tightly and kissed her lips, cheeks, earlobes, and neck
even more . I was in a daze, completely in a daze.

Just as I was about to take off her t-shirt, she grabbed my hand: "No, we can't do that again today
..." Her eyes were so firm that I really wanted to give up.

Softly, I heard her sighing voice: "Go wash up, I'll give you..."

I quickly pulled down my pants, ran into the bathroom, washed my penis several times, and dried my waist with a towel.
I walked up to her, my bare penis still covered by a towel. Her eyes gazed softly at my genitals, which were wrapped in a towel.
I was about to lie down when she said, "Don't lie down, stand up!" I said, "You'll have to kneel, it's too tiring." She said,
"It's okay .

" So I stood there dumbly. She hugged me tightly and kissed me passionately for a while, her cheeks flushed. Then,
reluctantly, she released our intertwined tongues. She slowly squatted down and gently stroked
my penis through the towel. Suddenly, a fire ignited in my genitals. My penis was almost fully erect by the second touch,
pushing the towel high. Her hand slipped under the towel and gently grasped my testicles. I felt a
shiver run through my body, my back stiffening. Her lips began to wander over my lower abdomen, her hand constantly
making , from my testicles to my penis, then to my perineum. I closed my eyes, enduring this torment (if
it could be called torment). Suddenly, a gust of wind swept over my genitals, and she ripped off the towel.

"**, open your eyes..." I opened my eyes and saw her alluring eyes, flowing like silk, her body as seductive as
a snake , swaying slightly from side to side.

"**, I'm so..." Her voice was incredibly soft. If I hadn't been in a dream at that moment,
that voice alone would have been enough to make me ejaculate!

"Yes, yes, baby, I love you to death, come on..." I was completely lost in the moment,
and actually called her "baby" for the first time.

Everything happened in less than a second, so fast that I didn't have time to react.

All things in heaven and earth, when yin and yang combine, they achieve their essence, embracing yin and holding yang, the interaction of qi creates harmony.

As soon as I finished speaking, Qing took my penis into her mouth. Then she slowly moved her head, slowly
releasing it, then slowly taking it back in. Her slightly thick lips tightly enveloped and stroked my penis, and
there was a faint suction in her mouth. It felt so good. Although it was a bit vulgar, I still wanted to compare her lips to labia,
the feeling was so similar! Her hazy eyes looked up at me, conveying her desire. I couldn't resist any longer,
so I grabbed the sides of her head, pressed it against me, and then pushed it away. She let me rock
her head back and forth like that, faster and faster. "Ah!!!!" I cried out. "Qing, I'm going to cum."
I was about to pull my mouth away when her hands suddenly pressed hard on my buttocks, while her lips remained
tightly wrapped around my penis. I didn't have time to think. My whole body went numb from my limbs to my lower abdomen. My ejaculation
failed me, and I ejaculated violently in wave after wave. My head was thrown back, and my body convulsed in waves until the last
drop was squeezed out.

"Qing... I'm sorry..." I regretted it so much. What was she doing just now...?

She still looked at me with seductive eyes, her lips slowly pulling away from my penis,
gently sucking on the glans. I went numb again! Then, I saw something similar to what happened to Bing.

She swallowed all the semen with a single movement, not a drop spilling out. I was inexplicably
moved (it was so damn inexplicable), and I held her tightly, kissing her lips passionately. Our
tongues intertwined immediately, and despite the strong, metallic taste, I continued to kiss her deeply. Thinking about it later
makes me want to vomit. Looking back, for Qing to do that, unless it was a fetish, she must have truly
fallen in love.

For the two weeks Qing was gone, my life remained the same, except that every day after work I would habitually
glance at her door, hoping something unexpected would happen, like her suddenly returning and leaving the door ajar for me
… I agonized through the days, constantly wondering if she would never come back.
What was going on with her? The more I thought about it, the more doubts I had.
Who was that man on top of her? What kind of person was she?

Finally, the day she was supposed to return arrived. For the past two weeks, I had held back all my energy, saving it all
for this day. I wanted to unleash it all into her body, hoping to
hear her prolonged moans and suppressed gasps.

In the morning, as soon as the bell rang, I rushed out of the company, skipping breakfast and
grabbing a bag before hurrying home. On the fifth floor, I glanced towards her door; it
was closed. Perhaps she was already inside! Without thinking much, I entered the room and grabbed a screwdriver, banging on that
wretched wall. After a dozen seconds, no response. I banged again, still nothing. I grew anxious, banging for
several minutes, but still no response. Suddenly, I remembered it was only seven or eight in the morning. She wouldn't be back
this early!

I gave a wry smile, calming my turbulent emotions and desires, took a shower, turned on the computer, and started playing games while
carefully listening for any sounds outside. The entire morning passed in anxious waiting. I ate something
quick for lunch , but couldn't stay awake any longer, and somehow drifted off to sleep.

In my hazy dream, I was doing things I hadn't done before, seeing blurry faces...

Faintly, I heard the rattling of keys in the distance, familiar yet strange. Was that
the sound ? Wasn't I in my own house? This is...

Suddenly, I snapped out of my drowsiness and jumped up—Qing was back! She was opening the door! I jumped
up and ran to the door, peering through the peephole. Nobody was there?! I opened the door anyway and
looked towards Qing's bedroom door. There were definitely signs that it had been opened. The day after she left, I 'd
slipped a short cigarette butt under her door. Now it lay peacefully on the floor, meaning she'd opened it. I
trembled with excitement, but dared not do anything rash. I quickly ran back inside, grabbed a screwdriver, and started banging on the wall. Two clicks, four clicks,
a dozen clicks... minutes passed, but there was no response!

I was about to knock on the door when I thought again, no, what if that man is there too? What
excuse would I use? After hesitating for a while, I decided to take the risk. "To die under a rose is to die romantically," I thought, "so
be it !" I stepped to Qing's door and gently knocked. Creak! The door wasn't locked! Was it just ajar
? A surge of joy welled up inside me! My thoughts seemed to disappear; only one idea remained: Go in!
Press her down! Kiss her wildly!

I want to penetrate her! I want to release!! I pushed the door open; the light inside was just like when I first entered…
The light was soft. I left the door ajar and gently called out to Qing, but there was no response. I called again, still no reaction. Was she in
the bathroom? I walked briskly to the bathroom, pushed open the door, but there was nothing there. The balcony? I went to the balcony, but
no one was there!

I racked my brains. Had she gone out for breakfast? She couldn't have left the door unlocked! Had she gone to the rooftop to air out the blankets? Hmm,
that's possible. She hadn't been back for half a month, so the room definitely wouldn't be as warm as when someone lived there, and the blankets would smell bad .
I ran up the stairs to the rooftop, opened the latch, and quickly looked around. Nobody?!
The entire rooftop was empty, the sky a hazy yellow. No wonder no one would come to air out blankets in this kind of weather.
I turned to leave, but as I closed the door and latched it, a sudden realization struck me. The latch had been facing inwards.
I was stunned. How could Qing be outside?!

She couldn't have locked herself out herself. Startled, I quickly ran down five flights of stairs and tiptoed back
into Qing's room. The light was still dim and yellowish. Suddenly, I felt
I'd seen . My mind went blank. Where had I seen it before? Where had I seen it before? Just now… Oh!
The color of the sky I saw on the rooftop! A strange atmosphere and a peculiar, strong smell filled the room… The bed! Only
now did I realize that someone seemed to be sleeping under the covers. Was it Qing?! Haha! Qing was teasing me! I
yanked back the covers…

"Ahhh!" My legs went weak, and I collapsed to the floor. My hands touched something sticky. I frantically
raised my hands to my face—blood! Qing lay on the bed, her eyes wide with resentment. A
huge , exposing her internal organs. The sheets were all red—fresh blood, drop by drop
, dripping onto the floor, pooling together. The floor around me was covered in blood! A wave of overwhelming fear instantly enveloped
me, making it hard to breathe and cry out. I struggled desperately, but I couldn't get up. It was as if an invisible
hand was pulling me into an abyss. I closed my eyes and weakly screamed, but I couldn't hear my own voice…

"Bang!" I suddenly opened my eyes. I threw the screwdriver far away, and it hit the aluminum
door leading to the balcony with a loud crash that echoed in the room. I struggled to sit up and looked around blankly.
The afternoon sun shone through the curtains, casting a dim, yellowish light, with a slightly mysterious atmosphere
in the hazy glow. I let out a long sigh, and my consciousness gradually returned.

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