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I went into the bathroom first. "Holy crap!" I exclaimed under my breath and quickly crouched down next to the bathtub. This supposedly very private place had two huge flat-pane windows, and they weren't closed, nor were the curtains drawn, letting in the rain. Through the rain curtain, I could see a lit-up bungalow about ten meters away—that was Grandma Sun's tobacco and sundry shop. Actually, there were many small buildings around; they were so close that they didn't even need binoculars to see clearly who was bathing or using the toilet. She came in naked, carrying two thermos flasks. Seeing me like this, she seemed startled and asked nervously, "What's wrong? Why are you squatting here?" I knew I looked ridiculous, but I was also angry, and loudly accused her, "Why didn't you close the big window?" She understood what was going on, and surprisingly, she gave me a rather disdainful look. She put down the thermos flasks, slowly walked to the window, and even leaned out for a moment before closing it. Turning back to me, she asked in a mocking tone, "Should we close the curtains?" I felt ashamed of my earlier panic, and compared to her righteous indignation, I felt utterly humiliated. But I still hoped to close the curtains; after all, having an affair with a student's parent was something I had to keep to myself, and I couldn't let anyone find out. Even so, I didn't want her to laugh at me again, so I didn't reply, just looked at her. She did close the curtains, of course, because although I hadn't said anything, I was still squatting there—everyone understood. She came back and snapped the light on, saying, "Get up and help me adjust the water! Still squatting..." Although we'd done it once before, the light was too dim then, and only now did I truly see Sister Chen's body. I've said before that her face makes it hard to believe she's the mother of a fifteen-year-old daughter, but judging from her fully mature body, she certainly looks like a mother, though not the forty-year-old type, but a woman in her early thirties. Her neck is snow-white and delicate, with a few parallel folds, just to my liking; I hate women with prominent veins on their necks. Her arms are straight, thin but not skinny. Below her perfect collarbone are those perfect breasts that I find so captivating, large, slightly drooping, swaying on both sides. The areolas are smaller than I imagined, light brown, with only the tiny particles that secrete oily substances showing a faint milky white. The nipples are erect, pulling up a small ring of areolas around them... These are truly naturally large breasts, unlike the ones girls do nowadays, no matter how big their breasts are, they all stick up and protrude forward, as if gravity doesn't apply to them, stiff and unnatural. Her lower abdomen was slightly protruding; how could one expect a woman who had given birth to maintain a completely youthful figure? Besides, a truly flat stomach often doesn't showcase feminine beauty. At the very bottom of her abdomen was a tuft of light pubic hair, a thin layer that couldn't cover the skin behind it. Against her fair skin, these hairs looked like tiny worms wriggling on a large block of cream. While her vulva wasn't fully visible, the slightly dark, full mons pubis and labia majora were incredibly alluring. From the front, Sister Chen's thighs were a bit thick, but considering her plump buttocks, it all seemed so natural. She bent over and slowly poured a bottle of water into the bathtub, her large breasts hanging there like two ripe eggplants. Then she squatted down and added cold water to the bathtub, occasionally dipping her hand in to test the temperature, her breasts rubbing against the edge of the tub, changing shape. When she thought it was about right, she handed me another bottle of water, pointed to the plastic tank for showering, and told me to add half a bottle of hot water. I stood shakily on the edge of the bathtub, holding the water bottle overhead to fill the tank. She stood below, supporting my thighs, guiding me through this rather dangerous task. Although I was a little flustered, I managed to complete the task successfully without embarrassing myself. I looked at her with satisfaction afterward, but she was only concerned with turning on the tap on the wall to add cold water to the tank, completely ignoring my performance. "Okay, come on," she said, turning around and smiling, meaning she wanted me to get in the bathtub. I couldn't fathom this woman's mind, so right now I just wanted to get it over with. "Wait, I need to pee first." I hadn't peed since moving into her house, and now I was getting a little impatient. To get a good time later, I decided to take care of it first. I lifted the toilet seat lid, only to find it was broken and fell to the floor with a clatter. Before I could even speak, she interrupted, "Hurry up, I need to pee too." "Oh..." I struggled, telling myself to concentrate, but while the outside of the toilet looked clean, the inside was unexpectedly filthy. The flushing system was probably broken; it was nearly half full of yellow water, and the porcelain was covered in limescale. Never mind, I'll just pee first. Because of the earlier stimulation, my penis was still hard, making peeing difficult. I forced it down with my hand, aiming at the toilet bowl, but the water still sprayed everywhere. A thin stream of water pierced through the yellow water, creating a lot of white foam that lingered for a long time. I had just finished ejaculating when she squeezed in front of me and plopped down on the toilet seat, which had no lid. She smirked and scolded me, "I told you to hurry up, did you want to kill me?" As she spoke, her urine gushed out, seemingly meandering through the air, the sound far more complex and melodious than a man's urination, like the whistling of a diabolo. I wanted to laugh, not because of the noise, but because she was in such a hurry; she sat down without even looking, ending up on the urine I had accidentally spilled on the toilet rim. It seemed she had been holding it in for a long time; after the initial gush, it continued intermittently. I sat on the edge of the bathtub, watching her white buttocks pressed against the white toilet bowl. The combined urine from both of them, along with the stagnant urine in the toilet, filled the entire bathroom with a pungent stench. Combined with the particular time, place, and the presence of a naked man and woman, it created a lewd atmosphere. She stuck out her buttocks, shook them a few times to shake off the remaining urine from her urethra, picked up the toilet seat from the floor, and closed it properly. I saw a ring of red marks on her buttocks from sitting on the toilet; my urine, which had been stuck to her buttocks, was now flowing down her thighs. She must have felt a little itchy, because she scratched herself, adding a few more finger marks to her legs. I carried her into the bathtub. The water was a little too hot; perhaps she found it more comfortable this way. We sat facing each other, my penis lying on her mons pubis, below which was her sparse pubic hair, soaking in the water. Her pubic hair floated upwards, gently stroking my penis with the ripples of the water—it felt very good. Since we were so clearly facing each other, I could play with her to my heart's content. I pinched her nipples, lifted her large breasts out of the water and shook them a couple of times, then suddenly let go, letting her breasts fall naturally, splashing back into the water with a "plop." Every time I touched her breasts like that, Sister Chen would just laugh. When I let go, she would turn her face away and scream "Ah, ah..." I manipulated the rise and fall of those breasts, suddenly wanting to find some new excitement. (VII) When I was in junior high school, the precocious students had already started to pair up. The girl's appearance and character were not the most important things. If you were a girl, you only needed to be decent-looking. The key was to be well-developed and have prominent breasts that made people drool. So, the gang leaders in the school were always accompanied by some rather voluptuous girls, making us little guys very envious. At that time, the girl who was the object of infatuation of almost all the boys in the school was an English teacher, just because she had a pair of breasts that were enough to make her stand out from the crowd. Even our principal liked to sit next to her during meals. She didn't teach our class, which made me a little disappointed. I really wanted to see her pacing around the classroom with her books. Finally, a teachers' jump rope competition allowed me to enjoy a bit of the spectacle. The guy standing in front of her, counting for her, was none other than the gang leader. I was convinced he'd gotten this cushy job through shady means, since the referees were assigned by the student leaders. Most of the boys didn't dare crowd around her; middle schoolers had learned to hide their feelings, otherwise there would have been a huge sea of them in front of her. We stood to the side, stealing glances at her. Her large breasts bounced up and down in her white sweater with the rhythm of the jump rope, each bounce leaving the barely visible outline of her bra on her clothes… “Sister Chen, could you do me a little favor?” I asked. “That depends on what you want to do first.” “Just jump a few times like this for me to see.” “What? What’s so interesting about that? I’m not jumping. I’d rather take a shower first.” To dissuade me, she started stroking my penis, which was soaking in the water. I didn’t refuse her advances, enjoying her ministrations, but I still insisted she jump for me. She was probably annoyed by my nagging. She flung my penis away, climbed out of the bathtub, stood there, and asked impatiently, "How are you going to jump?" like a female soldier preparing for an exam. "Just stand up straight and jump," I laughed, "like a zombie." "Get lost!" She didn't like my analogy, but she did as I said, jumping once and then standing still. I begged her to jump a few more times, continuously, and she couldn't do anything about it, so she jumped up and down, the water droplets on her body and hair being shaken off with each jump and dripping onto the mosaic floor.I stared intently at her breasts. They were probably no smaller than the English teacher's, just not as defined by a bra, a bit loose, so naturally they bounced more wildly. When she jumped, her breasts seemed reluctant to move, remaining stationary at first before being forcefully pulled up and swung upwards. As she landed, they were at their highest point, the curve of her breasts and ribs, previously hidden by her large breasts, now fully visible to me. After she landed, her breasts finally settled, swaying slightly restlessly before repeating the same motion a second time. As I carefully observed this, I replayed it in my mind in slow motion, fully appreciating its beauty, and my penis unconsciously hardened. She began to understand why I had asked her to jump, looking down at her breasts as she jumped, and seeing how vigorously they swayed, she laughed heartily. Tired from jumping and laughing, she climbed back into the bathtub, sat on top of my penis, and began licking my lips. Satisfied, I let her tongue into my mouth. This time, I deliberately remained lazy and still. To provoke a response, she frantically licked my mouth, exploring everything her tongue could reach, even the inside of my teeth. Her throat made occasional "gurgling" sounds, and she rubbed her hips against my penis. Perhaps due to the intense activity, perhaps because of her own heightened desire, or perhaps to provoke my response, her breathing was heavy, accompanied by moans. Her warm breaths filled my nose, and I was really about to lose control and make my move. Suddenly, "Pfft!" I felt my penis vibrate, followed by the sound of bubbles rising and a faint, foul smell—she had farted. Perhaps feeling a little embarrassed, she moved her mouth away, looked at me, and we both laughed. I lightly pinched her nipple, and she reflexively flinched. Taking advantage of the moment, my other hand reached for her buttocks, my middle finger circling her anus twice before shoving it in. "Ah!" she screamed, startling me. I asked if it hurt, and she shook her head, sweetly calling me crazy. Reassured, I twisted my middle finger inside her rectum, the intestinal walls contracting and relaxing, seemingly a little tense. I pulled her into my arms, rested my head against the edge of the bathtub, and stroked her face with my other hand. She leaned her head on my shoulder, and suddenly we were like lovers, our eyes filled with tenderness. Of course, my middle finger was still moving inside her anus, but she seemed less tense. "You've played with all the students' parents, haven't you?" she said softly. "No, it's you, you're too attractive," I thought she was joking. "Stop pretending. I've heard it all before. They say Teacher Xu looks scholarly, but he's a lecher to the core. He's slept with every single mother among his students." "Nonsense, utter nonsense!" I was a little nervous and angry. Honestly, the last time I had sex was three years ago with my girlfriend from university. Since coming here, I haven't even held a woman's hand. "Did Li Xiuqing say that?" I asked. "How could she say that? She rarely talks about you, but when she does, it's always good things… She has a really good impression of you, saying you're the perfect teacher she imagines. Your affairs are always being talked about in the village. You can't hide the truth forever; you do things and then try to hide it?" As a teacher, I should have been surprised by Li Xiuqing's assessment of me, but now I was even more terrified by these baseless rumors. Now I finally understood what those unmarried women were laughing about. As someone who graduated from a regular university and was assigned to this small village, I might initially feel out of place in this environment. Perhaps I look more like a playboy from a TV drama than the men in the village, but I can't just make that up out of thin air. Luckily, I live at the university; if I lived outside, who knows what kind of strange rumors would spread. I told Sister Chen the truth and made a promise, but she didn't seem happy. I even thought she was a little disappointed. Afraid of making her angry, I slowly pulled my middle finger out. After a while, she sat up straight and said, "Okay, lather up the soap and hurry up and wash, the water's getting cold." (VIII) Sister Chen gently held the slippery soap in her hands, moving it all over my body until it was covered in white foam, releasing an alluring fragrance, like a woman's hair scent, which easily relaxes a man and puts him in a state of ecstasy. Gradually, she focused on my penis, repeatedly stroking it with both hands, fast and slow, leaving several new soap bubbles on my dark penis with each stroke. Playing with my testicles seemed to be part of her interest as well. Sometimes she'd hold those two little balls in her palms, kneading them with her fingers, sometimes she'd lift them with her hands and rock them from side to side, sometimes she'd gently pat them from bottom to top, feeling their elasticity. I suspected she was getting revenge for her breasts earlier. She still seemed distracted, as if she was really just lathering me with soap. Of course, I couldn't just sit idly by. I took the soap from her and started haphazardly lathering it on her body. Sister Chen's skin was already well-maintained, and with the addition of a thin layer of foam, it became exceptionally smooth, especially her back. Unlike the so-called "skinny beauties" of today with their prominent shoulder blades and obvious spinal contours, Sister Chen's back was quite full, reminding me of the women in those famous paintings from the Bible—full but not bloated. I slipped my hands under her armpits, around her back, and slowly moved them down from her shoulders until my palms were completely on her plump buttocks. Just like when I grabbed her breasts, I opened my hands wide and squeezed them hard. Then I moved my hands from her hips to the front, lifting them up to lift her large, beloved breasts. The two mounds of flesh on her chest were almost touching her chin. The slippery soap bubbles made it impossible for me to hold them for long; they slowly slid down and fell back to their original positions, with soapy water still clinging to her nipples. I opened my mouth and cupped her areola, sucking hard on her nipple. The soapy liquid was bitter and astringent, making my throat hard and almost making me want to vomit. My hands moved to her genitals, gently plucking her sparse pubic hair and tucking it into a small tuft. Then I ran my hands along her lower abdomen to her vulva, where the hairs that had been standing upright now obediently lay flat against her mons pubis. My fingers and palms alternately rubbed her vulva, and her labia minora seemed to open in cooperation, allowing my fingers to move on the tender flesh inside. Sister Chen closed her eyes, spread her legs, and bent them slightly, twisting her hips back and forth, seemingly intoxicated by it. I paid close attention to the sensation of my fingers, secretly searching for her clitoris, but unfortunately, it didn't seem to be erect yet, so I decided to go directly into her vagina. To add a bit of surprise, my hand slowly caressed her vulva, completely controlling the rhythm, which gradually relaxed her. Suddenly, I inserted my middle finger into her vagina. Compared to the cool skin and soapy water on the outside, it was warm inside. As soon as I inserted it, she immediately released my penis, grabbed my wrist, and stared at me with her eyes open. Her hand was gripping tightly, and I thought she was enjoying it, so I slowly pulled my middle finger out. She also slowly released my wrist, and a breath came out of her nostrils. To be honest, I don't think I inserted my finger very deeply this time. When I tried to insert my fingers into that warm, fleshy hole again, she arched her back to avoid me, forcefully stopping me with her hands: "Alright, I'll wash myself here. You hurry up and rinse off the soapy water, it's getting cold." With that, she turned on the water heater above her head, and the water gushed down, washing away all the soap bubbles that had accumulated on her body, flowing into the already half-full bathtub. She squatted down, slipped one hand between my legs, and groped in the murky water to pull out the drain plug. The half-full tub of water gurgled and sank, eventually forming a whirlpool that disappeared into the drain, leaving only small bubbles and the shed hair from both of our bodies. She stepped out of the bathtub, barefoot, pattering on the floor. She grabbed a towel from the rack and tossed it to me, telling me to dry myself. She then placed a basin on the floor, added cold water and the remaining half-bottle of hot water, and squatted over it, using the towel to wash her genitals. I got out of the bathtub and stood beside her, drying myself as I watched her. She looked up at me with a strange expression. Her hand moved from between her legs to her genitals, rubbing the towel along her mons pubis to her anus. I knew the water was hot, stimulating the sensitive nerves in her vulva and anus, causing them to itch and ache. Her buttocks twitched, half-heartedly resisting, as if flirting with the towel. Each time she scrubbed with a little force, water would trickle down her buttocks, labia, and between her fingers, dripping back into the basin. She would then soak the towel again, letting it absorb water before using it to wash her buttocks.Observing women doing these everyday secrets often makes me feel like I see through them, understand their true privacy—a feeling that surpasses the excitement of mere sexual intercourse. I'll be able to see Sister Chen's clean genitals soon, and just thinking about it makes my penis, which was just about to rest, hard again. My mind is completely on her; no wonder she's getting impatient with my slow drying: "Are you done? Come sit outside, wait for me in the bedroom, hurry!" I'm used to her fluctuating moods, so I tossed the towel into the bathtub and, as she instructed, went into her bedroom. "The light's on the wall to the right of the entrance," she said from the bathroom; actually, I'd already found the switch. I turned on the light and found it was a room that had been expensively decorated, but with little furniture and a rather tacky layout: a large double bed big enough for three people, covered with brightly colored sheets, and a large dressing table next to it piled with a jumble of bottles and jars, probably cosmetics; the wall lamps all had pink bulbs, making the room look like a city hair salon. I plopped down on the large bed, testing its springiness. It was probably a Simmons mattress, but the springs were worn out, creaking and limp, as if I could sit on it all the way down. I lay down on the bed, feeling as if I were slowly sinking into it. (IX) Judging from the sound, she had entered the room and was walking towards me. I sat up, and she pounced on me, pushing me back onto the bed. This time, she was even more frenzied, perhaps because it was indeed the right time and place for a direct assault: a stormy night, naked men and women, a bedroom, a large bed… She not only licked my face but also bit my nose and lips, her vulva rubbing against my lower abdomen. I felt a little breathless; I was tired of kissing her, so I rolled over and pinned her beneath me, pressing my tongue against her skin, from her forehead down to her mons pubis with its light pubic hair, circling her navel a few times along the way. Perhaps because she had just showered, the sticky sweat on her body was gone; in fact, I couldn't taste it at all. But that didn't matter; I was about to lick her vulva, that most sensitive part of a woman's body, which had also just been carefully washed. I crawled backward off the bed, knelt beside it, and then lifted her large buttocks, pulling her back until my head was between her legs, my nose even touching her full mons pubis. Her hair was disheveled, she lay with her eyes closed, and willingly placed her legs on my shoulders, seemingly awaiting the impending pleasure. I used my index fingers to press and pull her labia majora apart, which had been slightly closed, gradually separating. To be honest, Sister Chen's genitals weren't as beautiful as I had imagined, or rather, they didn't quite match her snow-white skin. Her labia minora were almost "pitch black," whereas in my imagination, they should have been light brown, or more like tempting coffee with lots of milk. But then again, this was an old hole. Some say the darkness was mostly from too much sex, others say it's genetic pigmentation… whatever! I closed my eyes and pressed my entire tongue against her dark labia—thin and soft. My nose pressed against her mons pubis, the fine pubic hairs poking into my nostrils, making me want to sneeze. I gave it a hard lick, but perhaps because she had washed herself so thoroughly, there was no more of that pungent smell—not enough. I opened my eyes and watched her labia minora slowly close like withered flowers. I felt I should lick deeper, to truly savor the taste of this old cunt. This time, I forcefully pulled open those dark labia. The flesh inside was a very deep, very dark red, not the pink I had hoped for. Black on the outside, red on the inside—it was truly ugly. I frowned, stretched my tongue into a stick, and probed into her vagina, circling the vaginal walls as I explored—it was wet and warm. This time it finally felt a bit better. My tongue softened inside her vagina, swirling around, the salty and astringent taste lingering in my memory. This finally made me forget the ugly appearance of that hole, and I became excited again. The foreplay ended there. I stood up, flipped her over, and made her kneel on the bed. I liked this position because it best highlighted the two parts of her body that made my heart race: her big breasts and big buttocks. Her vagina was really loose; it wasn't very wet yet, and I could easily insert my engorged penis. I thrust in twice more, hoping to reach the deepest point. Okay, I left my penis inside, unable to go any further or wanting to pull back. I just stayed there, teasing Sister Chen. I bent down, pressed my chest against her back, wrapped my arms around her, and grabbed her large, gourd-shaped breasts, kneading them vigorously in rhythm. Big breasts deserve big movements, right? And so, our heartbeats raced, separated by two layers of skin… Gradually, she grew impatient, slowly wiggling her white, plump buttocks, trying to take the initiative and find her own pleasure. I was also almost at my limit, and I could feel her vagina getting wet. This time, I had the upper hand, so I let her have her way. This time, making love was far less exciting than the first time on the concrete floor downstairs, even though the conditions were much better. This monotonous in-and-out thrusting felt like a chore, already tedious. Although the pure physical sensation could provide some pleasure, what was the difference between it and masturbation? My attention was no longer focused. I turned my head, resting my face against her back, trying to see the outside through the curtains, but I couldn't see anything. I guessed it was still raining outside, but much less, because the sound was a light drizzle. This sound seemed even more alluring to me than Sister Chen's moans. I decided that after this, I had to leave no matter what. I thought of school, the clothes hanging outside the window, and Chen Jie's daughter—Li Xiuqing… Was I seeing things? Li Xiuqing had somehow walked to the bed without me noticing, completely soaked. Through her white shirt, I could see she was wearing a dark blue swimsuit underneath. I was stunned, momentarily speechless, frozen in place. Li Xiuqing's cold, even desperate gaze shocked me. When did she get back? Why didn't I hear the door open? How much of what happened between her mother and me did she see? Why didn't she scream?… I guessed Chen Jie was also surprised, because her movements stopped. Li Xiuqing stared straight into my eyes, slowly walked to the large dressing table, and with a whoosh, pulled open a drawer. Inside were four large boxes of condoms. Now I understand, I understand everything. Why a widow can support her family without working, why the decorations in her house are so expensive, why there's lingerie on the clothesline, why Sister Chen is so proactive, why her vagina is so loose… I was furious. Although I didn't know why I was angry, I seemed to have come to my senses. I believed Li Xiuqing had seen this kind of thing many times before, so I simply… I straightened up, grabbed Sister Chen's hair, and like pulling the reins of a horse, I pulled her hair hard with each thrust. Sister Chen was already panting from being fucked, and now with her head forced back, she couldn't even scream. She could only gather her anger in her throat. Li Xiuqing stood aside, still coldly staring at me, completely ignoring her mother. She slowly took off her outer clothes and then her swimsuit, which was also transparent from being soaked. Compared to her mother, her figure was really bad, almost like she hadn't developed. I really had no "sexual" interest in touching her. After she stripped naked, she got into bed and lay down facing me with her hairless, white vulva. Her mother was still there, stammering loudly, trying to shout something—it was ridiculous! "You're all fucking sluts, I'll cripple you today." I thought fiercely, and thrust three fingers into Li Xiuqing's vagina at once, scraping and probing the inner walls. "If you want pleasure, I'll make you feel pleasure!" I felt a slippery, warm liquid on my hands. "You're really slutty, already so wet." I said sarcastically, but she still had that cold look in her eyes, though tears seemed to be streaming down her cheeks. Maybe I was too rough. Whatever, she wasn't a decent woman anyway. So, while I was thrusting my penis into Sister Chen, I was also scraping and probing Li Xiuqing's vagina with my fingers. One of the mother and daughter couldn't make a sound, and the other was holding back, not wanting to make a sound. All I could hear were the slapping sounds of flesh against flesh and the churning sounds of their genitals. (10) I ejaculated inside Sister Chen's vagina. I deliberately wanted to get her pregnant. Anyway, she's a prostitute, so I don't know who did it. I'll teach her how to entertain customers with a pregnant belly. I grabbed her big butt one last time, then pushed her away. She collapsed onto the bed and started sobbing. "What are you pretending for!" I thought to myself, and pulled my fingers out of Li Xiuqing's vagina. There were traces of blood on them, of course, I was so rough. But why were there thick blood clots, so bright in color? Could it be... she's still a... Sister Chen's sobbing made me certain that Li Xiuqing was indeed a virgin, completely different from her promiscuous mother.My mind went completely blank. I stumbled out of bed, and Sister Chen's previously ambiguous gaze suddenly turned resentful. She crawled to her daughter's side, wanting to comfort her, but her daughter pushed her away. Li Xiuqing also got up and stood by the bed, watching me slowly move towards the door, the virgin blood still lingering on the groin of my thighs. Dazed, I picked up my clothes scattered at the bottom of the stairs, hurriedly putting them on. The zipper on my pants was still open. I pushed out the old cart Sister Chen had brought into the house to keep me there and rushed out of the yard. It was already dark. The rain was almost stopped, but my vision was blurry as I pedaled furiously on the cart. The lingering heat of the summer night evaporated the moisture on the ground, and soon I was soaked. ... I woke up, lying in my own bed. Sunlight streamed through the glass into the room, casting distorted patterns on the floor. I was still wearing the pants with the broken zipper. I've forgotten how I got back to the dorm last night, but I'm sure it wasn't as dramatic as falling and being rescued. I just can't remember anything about the journey. All I can recall are the bloodstains between Li Xiuqing's legs; their shape is so clear and real, and they're getting bigger, as if they're pressing down on me. I can't breathe; I just want to vomit. I don't know if Li Xiuqing will stay in my class next semester. Based on her performance at school, she could be suspended, but I won't do that. Of course, I won't shamelessly apologize to her either. I can only continue to treat her as a failing student, even though this means I'll inevitably suffer more torment in the future.

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