The moon over the grassland has found its sweetheart (11)

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Author: huihui1983
Word Count: 11896 Chapter
11 Reunion
Finally, it was October 11th. I had been looking forward to it for days. After finding out Haixia's flight number, I went to the airport to pick her up. To my great dissatisfaction, only she came out smiling. I angrily asked, "Where's Lin Qiang?"
Haixia laughed and said, "He's afraid you'll argue with him, so he doesn't dare to come see you."
I looked around; there was no one else there. I pinched her butt hard to make her talk properly. Haixia looked somewhat worried and said that she had encountered some urgent matters and would talk about them slowly at home, asking Bilim for advice.
I remembered Bilim saying that Lin Qiang's company had a bad future, and I was slightly worried.
An hour later, Haixia and Bilim finally met. Haixia took the initiative to extend her hand: "You're Su Lu's Han Chinese man, right? I'm her friend, Haixia." Seeing Bilim's helpless expression, Haixia's eyes crinkled with laughter.
Bilim turned to me and asked, "Is this the Haisha who always gives you bad advice?" I laughed and said, "Bad advice? It's always a really useful idea." Haisha laughed and agreed.
Sitting on the sofa, Bilim looked somewhat helpless. "Your crazy ideas are truly astounding. As a Muslim, even my rebellious ex-girlfriend wouldn't do something like offering pork to my colleagues."
Haisha laughed smugly. I asked from the side, "Are you talking about Sister Pan Ying?"
Bilim said helplessly, "Didn't I already tell you? I only have one ex-girlfriend."
I pretended to be nervous: "Haisha has a boyfriend now, don't try anything with her."
Bilim and Haisha laughed together. I hugged Haisha's arm and chuckled along.
Bilim and Haisha really got along well; they were already very friendly after only chatting for a short while. Haisha said she once wrote a short story in high school about me and Bilim, but there were many radical nationalists on campus, so she never dared to publish it in the school magazine. She also teased me for not understanding why I should study hard back then, only knowing that good grades would allow me to get into a Han Chinese family and marry my husband. Bilim sat next to me, laughing happily.
I asked Haixia why Lin Qiang hadn't come. Haixia suddenly became very serious, and finally got to the point. She didn't look at me but stared at Bilim, asking, "Su Lu said you know about xxxx company,
and you're not particularly optimistic about it. Now, Ya Company wants to acquire it for 50 million. What do you think?"
I was overjoyed: "50 million! Lin Qiang will get at least 30 million, right? Haixia, you're rich!" Haixia
shook her head: "I also have shares, about 4%. I'd definitely be willing to sell now, but Lin Qiang really doesn't want to sell. He still wants to raise funds and doesn't want to be acquired."
I was shocked: "Lin Qiang is so good to you? Giving you shares for free?"
Haixia smiled bitterly: "No way. For a long time, the company was short of money and almost closed down. The shares were like worthless paper." "He couldn't pay my salary, so he gave me stock as compensation."
I said "Oh," and at that moment, Bilim interjected, "How many people are on the team now, and how much capital do they have?"
Haixia said, "Six people left, only about a million in capital. We still need to keep buying new machines for testing and promotion. We can only last another two or three months at most."
Bilim asked, "Who holds the controlling stake in the company now?"
Haixia said, "Lin Qiang owns 51%, I own 4%, the investor, Digital Company, owns 40%, and the other employees have very small stakes."
Bilim shook his head, "Will Digital Company agree to this? They've invested about 20 million in this project, right?"
Haixia shook her head, "They agreed, but they didn't actually invest that much, at most around 15 million. Most of it was cashed out by the first two rounds of investors."
Bilim asked another question, "How many real users do you have now?"
Haixia said, "Less than 12 million installed users, and about 500 registered users." "Less than 10,000."
Bilim sighed. "My personal suggestion is to sell it. If Duck Company really wants to do this, you can't compete. The technical threshold for this software isn't particularly high. With Duck Company's huge and loyal user base, if they create a knock-off product and push it from the client, they can easily surpass you. They're willing to invest manpower, and the number of compatible models will soon exceed yours. Moreover, they have a very strong profit drive, which you don't. You can't compete with them in any aspect."
Haixia said with distress, "Lin Qiang also analyzed it this way, but he really doesn't want to sell to Duck Company. He said that after selling, the ROMs flashed..." "They'll definitely pre-install a bunch of duck company apps, and users will hate them
to death."
Bilim smiled. "I roughly understand Lin Qiang's idea: to cooperate with a few companies, embed a small number of high-quality apps, and make them uninstallable. That way, users won't feel too much annoyance when they refresh the system. However, this requires a huge user base, at least 30 million or more. Otherwise, your company definitely won't survive. You wo
n't see a source of profit in the long run, and investors won't agree."
Haixia said with a bitter face, "Lin Qiang is negotiating with duck companies right now. He asked me to consider it and give him my opinion tonight."
Bilim smiled and didn't say anything. I was a little anxious: "Make him agree, otherwise your stocks will go down the drain."
Haisha smiled slightly and countered, "If you were in my shoes, and Bilim didn't want to sell the company, what would you do?"
I paused, looked at Bilim, thought about his ambitions, and then considered that the two of us would each receive nearly 30 million. I hesitated for a moment, feeling a little guilty: "I would persuade him to sell."
Bilim laughed heartily: "I'm already quite satisfied that I could make this little money-grubber hesitate for so long."
Haisha also laughed: "I would tell Lin Qiang that I really have no objection; I'll just listen to him."
My eyes widened: "Really? You know that if you don't sell, he'll lose the whole company, and you won't get any money. You're willing to do that?"
Haisha took my hand, smiling and comforting me: "4% of the stock, after taxes, will only leave you with a little over a million." "You know my family is well-off. This money isn't a small amount, but it won't affect me too much. It's not even enough for my future studies abroad."
Haixia added, "I asked for your opinions to see how likely the company is to succeed independently. If the chances are high, I'll support him in continuing. Since you say it's impossible, I won't give him any advice. He can decide for himself."
I said "Oh," but still felt a little regretful. I secretly sent Lin Qiang a message on the forum: "Sell it, sell it. If you sell it, I promise I'll support you as a core member next time." Then I showed it to Haixia.
Haixia smiled bitterly, took out her phone, and texted Lin Qiang, telling him not to listen to that little money-grubber Ayisulu and to let Lin Qiang make his own decision. She would support him unconditionally.
Dinner was at Jin Ding Xuan. Thinking about their company's situation, I was somewhat absent-minded, not even paying attention to what Haixia and Bilim were talking about. I kept thinking about how much money they had and how it was a waste not to sell, until Haixia tapped my hand with her chopsticks, hurting it.
Haixia pointed to the honey-glazed char siu on her plate and said, "This is for you, a classic Hong Kong dish." I hummed in agreement, picked up a piece, and it was indeed delicious—much better than the meat in char siu buns. Haixia looked at my natural demeanor and sighed, "So you really are the one who has no taboos." Then she shook her head: "Fine, if we're going to hell, let's go together." Then, she also naturally picked up a piece and put it in her mouth. Hmph, she talks so sweetly, but judging by the practiced way she does it, it's not her first time eating it.
When I got home that night, I chatted with Haixia again. I asked her for Lin Qiang's photo, but she didn't have it on her phone. She was afraid of being discovered by her colleagues. Lin Qiang wasn't keen on office romances; if they were to go public, Haixia would have to resign, and then they would have to get married before going public.
I had no choice but to press her further about when she met Lin Qiang and how they got together. Haixia smiled and began to recount the story of the past two years.
Today was actually the two-year anniversary of Haixia meeting Lin Qiang. During her freshman year's Golden Week holiday, she went to Dongji Island. While taking the ferry from Shanghai, three boys sitting next to her were enthusiastically discussing Xinjiang. Judging from their tone, one of them seemed to have just returned from a trip to Kashgar, where he had been pressured into buying things at the Erdaoqiao Bazaar in Urumqi and was complaining bitterly to his two companions.
He went on to talk about the bearded men all over Kashgar, the pickpockets at the mosques, the fruit stalls where you had to buy anything you touched, the current preferential policies for ethnic minorities, and finally, the
inside story he'd heard about the July 5th incident in Urumqi. He ended up blaming everything on Islam.
One of the men shook his head—it must be Lin Qiang. He said you can't attribute all the problems to religion. Everyone knows Islam contains many unreasonable elements, but the vast majority of Muslims in China are moderate, which means the doctrine wouldn't explicitly encourage people to do bad things; the main reason must be something else.
Then the other two asked him what the main reason was, but he couldn't answer. At this point, Haixia, who was sitting next to them, interjected, "Because of poverty."
Then, they noticed Haixia's deep-set eyes and immediately became cautious and distant. But Haixia easily diffused the awkwardness. She said softly, "Back in 2009, at least half of the most vicious killers came from outside Urumqi. The main reason they went was that someone gave each of them 200 yuan to kill Han Chinese. Of course, some imams and the like also fueled the fire,
saying that killing three Han Chinese would get you into heaven or something."
"200 yuan?" I interrupted Haixia's description in surprise. She nodded somewhat heavily, "Don't forget that one of my father's main jobs was maintaining stability. He has firsthand information about all this."
The three people at the time were probably as surprised as I was, filled with disbelief. Haixia told them, "In Xinjiang, there's a saying: 'A monthly income of 300 yuan...' " "Above, there are no terrorists. In 2009,
the average annual income of farmers and herdsmen in Xinjiang was about 2,000 yuan. The areas inhabited by Uyghurs in southern Xinjiang were even poorer, with many living
in abject poverty."
"So little?" I interrupted Haixia in surprise. Haixia looked at me helplessly, as if I were an idiot: "Sulu, although you're a poor student at No. 2 Middle School, your family is definitely considered wealthy in the pasture. At the very least, your possessions can't fit in a small cart."
I then remembered—yes, some families only had a dozen or so sheep, and a single horse-drawn cart could carry all their belongings. They lived wherever the sheep went. This kind of hardship that no one wanted to endure later became a romanticized description of nomadic peoples following water and pasture in novels. There were also many families without livestock; I had no idea how they survived.
Haisha continued, "Jimunai already has simple resettlement sites, but in southern Xinjiang, many people still live in dugouts."
I exclaimed in surprise. Bilim, standing beside me, asked me what a dugout was. I explained to him that it's a hole dug at an angle in slightly raised ground to live in. Jimunai used to have them, but now they're extremely rare.
Lin Qiang and the others were probably even more surprised than Bilim and I are now. Lin Qiang took out a bag of snacks from his backpack, opened it, and shared it with Haisha, urging her to continue.
Then Haisha told them that the income gap between urban and rural areas in Xinjiang is nearly tenfold, while in other provinces it's at most two to three times. Furthermore, the proportion and number of Uyghurs engaged in industrial work are now lower than they were 10 years ago. Currently, all industrial lifelines are controlled by local governments, and most agricultural income is controlled by the Xinjiang Production and Construction Corps. The Uyghur people are indeed suffering more and more, with at least 20% unemployed.
Lin Qiang interrupted Haixia with a frown. He said that the land allocated to the Production and Construction Corps back then was the worst saline-alkali land, land that the local farmers didn't want. Their conditions were much worse then, and unlike ethnic minorities, they didn't receive subsidies. So why has it become a monopolistic source of agricultural income now?
Haixia said with distress that she didn't know. She said the government invests a lot every year to help ethnic minorities get rich, but there are almost no results. Then she added with distress that now the government and large state-owned enterprises all have quotas to assign, otherwise it will be even harder for ethnic minorities to find work. Then the small-scale farming economy will be squeezed out by the modern agriculture represented by the Production and Construction Corps. She really didn't know where the path for ethnic minorities lay.
Haixia added that the laziness of the local people might also be a major reason, the opposite of the soldiers' hard work and endurance. Now, every year when the cotton harvest is in the Production and Construction Corps, cotton pickers can earn 5,000 to 10,000 yuan a month, but
her father has organized many times, but the locals all think it's too hard and no one wants to go. Xinjiang has over 10 million ethnic minorities, and
now every cotton harvest season, hundreds of thousands of migrant workers have to be brought in by special trains from other provinces to pick cotton. Haixia said she couldn't understand why locals would rather starve than work.
Another man asked her if education couldn't solve these problems. Haixia said she didn't know why, but most of the good students were Han Chinese, Uyghurs were particularly bad at studying, and Kazakhs were a little better. Lin Qiang asked her if religion was a major obstacle to the spread of education, and Haixia nodded in agreement.
Then the man asked her how to ensure long-term stability in Xinjiang. Haixia shrugged, looking dejected. "I'm just a clueless freshman girl. I've only heard a few things from my father. Do you expect me to be the one to stabilize the country?"
Amidst laughter, they chatted warmly and congenially. After getting to know each other, Lin Qiang and his friends invited Haixia to travel with them. They insisted on paying for everything, providing food and entertainment for two full days. Back in Shanghai, Lin Qiang picked up his car from the port and even took Haixia back to school.
I turned to Bilim and asked, "So, how do you think we can ensure long-term stability in Xinjiang?"
Bilim also shrugged helplessly. "I agree with Haixia's point of view: making the locals rich will bring stability. But how exactly do we make them rich? I don't know."
I thought of my family's smartest brother, Ruoerbalus, who now lazes around in the restaurant, unwilling to work, always saying that enough money is enough to eat and there's no need to work so hard. I felt a little depressed. How could they possibly become rich like that?
I had no choice but to ignore the question and then asked Haixia, "And then you two got together?"
Haixia laughed and said, "No, but Lin Qiang seemed to admire me a lot at the time. After he found out I was a law student, he asked me if I would be willing to work part-time at his company, as he was short of legal personnel."
I glared at Bilim resentfully, then told Haixia earnestly, "He must have already liked you by then." Bilim sensed my displeasure and nodded somewhat awkwardly. Haixia smiled and said, "Yeah, he admitted it a few days ago."
Then, Haixia joined Lin Qiang's small software company. She learned that these small startups didn't actually have dedicated legal personnel; it was just a gimmick. The majority of the company's initial investment came from Lin Qiang, who poured in his savings of several hundred thousand yuan from five years of work, becoming the legal representative and the sole programmer. The two people who went to Dongji Island with her invested very little; one made the PowerPoint presentations to attract investment, and the other worked on the interface and testing.
Lin Qiang held the majority of the company's stock, so he had the final say. After Haixia joined, she immediately took on the roles of administrative manager, HR, legal representative, and business assistant, with the title of legal manager.
At that time, the company was doing well; they had raised over two million yuan in their angel round and were negotiating their Series A round, which was rumored to bring in several million more. The company was also expanding, and they later hired two more technical staff.
Haixia picked things up quickly, mainly handling business and a bit of legal work. When the founder, responsible for business, negotiated collaborations with other software vendors, she did the specific business work and meticulously reviewed every clause to prevent any traps. Lin Qiang's original intention was simply for her to come when she didn't have classes or only in the evenings, since they worked late every day anyway. However, the disobedient Haixia skipped at least half of her classes, causing Lin Qiang considerable worry. He only felt relieved when Haixia achieved the highest score in the class in the first semester.
"The highest score in the class?" I had been intellectually outclassed by Haixia since high school, so I was used to it, but Bilim was quite surprised and asked incredulously.
Haixia said casually, "Law mainly relies on hard work reading and memorizing; listening to lectures isn't that important. It's quiet at Lin Qiang's place, so I'm more efficient at learning there."
I explained from the side, "Haisha has an amazing memory. I can memorize vocabulary in an hour, and she can memorize it all in ten minutes." Bilim shook his head with a wry smile. I asked him curiously, "Was Pan Ying like that back then?"
Bilim shook his head: "She just managed to pass all her subjects, but her grades were terrible. However, her attention wasn't in that area; she only attended classes for a week in her freshman year."
I sighed helplessly. Well, compared to those two monsters, I was really too stupid. Even now, I still wouldn't dare skip any important classes.
Haixia continued telling their story. The Series A funding round didn't go smoothly. Although their user expansion was rapid, investors couldn't see a profit path. It took almost half a year to find a company willing to invest in Series A.
When they finally secured the Series A funding, Lin Qiang's two friends both exchanged their stock for cash and left the company. Lin Qiang told Haixia helplessly that those two friends hadn't been particularly optimistic about the company from the beginning; they had only invested a small amount to test the waters. Now that they had several times the return, it was only natural for them to take profits.
During that time, Haixia suddenly became very busy, handling all the business and legal matters. However, startup salaries were low, and Haixia's salary only increased to a little over four thousand yuan.
Lin Qiang hired several people in succession, hoping to quickly enrich the product's features, and also invested in advertising to try and capture users, especially since two or three technologically strong competitors had already emerged in the market.
However, perhaps because Lin Qiang was, after all, a technical person, and unfamiliar with company operations, the market response to his investment did not meet his expectations at all. At this point, the company's cash flow became very tight, and Lin Qiang saw no possibility of securing a Series B funding round. Helpless, he began to lay off employees. As Lin Qiang's most trusted employee, Haixia, frustrated, also took on the accounting work.
By the end of Haixia's freshman year, the company was finally left with only Lin Qiang and Haixia. Lin Qiang was no longer drawing a salary, and Haixia, who was in charge of finances, couldn't even pay herself a salary. Lin Qiang dejectedly told Hai Xia to go back to school and leave him alone. Hai Xia smiled and said to Lin Qiang, "My family is very wealthy. We don't care about your salary. Anyway, we've already paid the rent and cloud server fees until the end of the year. There are no costs to spend on advertising now. Why don't we try to stick it out for a while longer?"
So Hai Xia stayed. I asked Hai Xia if she had already liked Lin Qiang at that time. Hai Xia smiled and admitted it, saying that he was a very good person, gentle and caring towards women, and responsible. Most importantly, he was very smart and easy to communicate with. It's not easy to find such a compatible man.
However, Hai Xia was a bit naive. Lin Qiang's system needed constant adaptation to new devices. He needed to buy every new mainstream Android phone that came out, and Lin Qiang started pouring his savings into the company. Hai Xia was saddened by this. With nothing to do in the business and legal departments, she took the initiative to learn and take on the work of software testing and website interface design. In her words, she needed to at least change the colors or something, otherwise users would think that the company was going out of business. Lin Qiang could only smile bitterly when he heard this.
That summer was probably their most difficult time. Lin Qiang was proud and unwilling to spend Hai Xia's money. Hai Xia bought a lot of instant noodles and other fast food and piled them up at the company. Lin Qiang worked day and night on development, while Hai Xia started learning how to write business plans to scam money.
When Hai Xia started her sophomore year, Lin Qiang transferred some stock to her, saying it would offset her salary. Hai Xia didn't care. At that time, she didn't think the company had any future; she just liked spending time with Lin Qiang in the air-conditioned office.
Later, Lin Qiang secretly signed a performance-based agreement with a company that had invested in their Series A round, and got back nearly 500,000 yuan. He hired a top developer with a high salary and stock options, and the two of them devoted themselves to working on a major version upgrade.
About two months later, their new version was launched. The new engine was very powerful and could root most systems on the market. The number of users exploded, and a well-known digital company in the industry approached them to discuss Series B investment. At this point, Haixia saw the original agreement and realized how terrible the performance-based agreement Lin Qiang had signed was. If the new version failed and he couldn't survive, he would have to sell himself to the development department of the company designated by the investors to pay off his debts.
The digital company invested over 15 million yuan, the angel and Series A investors withdrew, the temporarily hired development guru took some money and left, and the company hired some ordinary R&D and testing staff, beginning normal operations.
When Haixia started her junior year, the system's user installation count surpassed 10 million. Lin Qiang confessed his feelings to Haixia, and then they moved in together.
I laughed and said to her, "You're so unreserved! Lin Qiang just confessed, and you're already moving into his house?"
Haixia looked at me with a mischievous grin. I turned my head and saw Bilim also looking at me with a helpless smile. I then realized that I seemed even more pathetic.
Just as I finished telling their story, Haixia's phone suddenly rang. She read the text message, smiled, and showed it to me: "Just finished a meeting. I officially rejected their offer. Haixia, thank you."
I pouted unhappily, saying Lin Qiang was such a spendthrift. Haixia laughed and said, "It's okay. Every cloud has a silver lining. Even if the company ultimately goes bankrupt, it might be a very valuable experience. The benefits it brings to his future entrepreneurial endeavors might be more important than those twenty million."
Bilim nodded with a smile, but I was a little unhappy: "But you'll lose your million too."
Haixia smiled slightly: "There's nothing I can do. Who told me to like him?" She texted Lin Qiang, saying that after things were over, we should come to Beijing together. Lin Qiang replied that he would arrive tomorrow.
Well, that's fine too. Haixia is out of money, but seeing Lin Qiang is better than nothing.
As I was going to sleep, I quietly asked Bilim, "So, what do you think? Haixia is pretty good, isn't she?"
Bilim nodded: "She is indeed a very good girl."
I gently nudged him: "How does she compare to Sister Pan Ying?"
Bilim nodded again: "Very similar. They are equally intelligent, equally quirky, equally knowledgeable, and equally independent—both are rare qualities. However, there are still differences. In terms of experience, it's a bit like the difference between a girl from a modest family and a lady from a wealthy family."
I hugged him, kissed him hard, and said, "Never mind, you already have me. You can't have designs on anyone else."
Bilim smiled and pulled me into his arms: "Silly girl, we are both very ordinary people. The best is to be able to support each other through thick and thin. At this age, I would never like a girl like Pan Ying again."
I hummed in agreement. Ordinary people also have ordinary happiness. I just need to stay by Bilim's side.
The next morning, Haixia received another text message saying that Boss Niu of Duck Company was personally overseeing the acquisition and would be starting the second round of negotiations. He might be speaking directly with Boss Tang of Digital Company, and he couldn't come over.
I asked curiously, "Doesn't Lin Qiang own 51% of the shares? Doesn't he have any say?"
Haixia looked a little annoyed, "The money is all in the hands of the digital company. Every expenditure requires an application. If Lin Qiang insists on not agreeing, the digital company could cut off the cash flow, which would be disastrous."
I said "Oh," secretly feeling a little happy. I took Haixia to the National Museum for a day. When we got home, Bilim was working overtime in the living room. When he saw us return, he picked up his laptop and went back to the bedroom, not wanting to disturb our conversation.
I looked at Haisha, who had taken off her outer clothes, and said, "Your body seems a bit 'ripped' too. You two have already done it, haven't you?"
Haisha shook her head. "He's even more timid than your Bilim. He said Muslims don't allow premarital sex, and unchaste girls can't get married, so he insisted I tell my family before we got engaged."
I said "Oh" with regret and asked her, "Don't you two live together? He must have had a hard time holding back, right?"
Haisha smiled and shook her head. "No way, he's very sexually satisfied. Now, except for that hymen, we've done everything else."
I exclaimed and asked, "Did you use your mouth?"
Haisha grinned and said, "I told you, we've done everything."
I was a little suspicious, looking at her buttocks, and asked, "You didn't do it behind her back, did you?"
Haisha blushed, which was rare for her. "Didn't I say we've done everything?"
I screamed and pounced on her. I tickled her: "Haisha, you're so lewd! Bilim and I have been together for over two months, and we've never done it from behind."
Haisha blocked my hand, also a little curious: "You two haven't tried it yet? Men all like this, right?"
I thought for a moment: "Bilim doesn't seem to have ever thought about it. If he wanted to, I would definitely give it to him. By the way, what does it feel like from behind? What's the difference?"
Haisha was helpless: "I've never had experience with the front, how can I compare? But it's okay, not too uncomfortable, but not pleasurable either. He seems to like it."
I said "Oh": "Then let's do it from the front, it's very comfortable."
Haisha laughed and said: "Of course I know, if it wasn't particularly comfortable, you wouldn't have neglected writing code for the community."
This rascal is teasing me again. I pounced on her and grabbed her. Haisha dodged and begged for mercy while laughing. That
night, I held Bilim in my arms and said with a smile, "Let's do it."
Bilim hesitated a bit, "Haisha's right next door."
I thought to myself, I want her to hear, to laugh at me today, to make her suffer.
That night, I moaned incredibly loudly, and Bilim guiltily tried to stop me several times. I laughed and told him not to mind. I deliberately chose the kneeling position because in that position, when things get intense, it makes a slapping sound as my buttocks hit each other. The room's soundproofing isn't that good, so Haisha should be able to hear.
However, perhaps Bilim was really too guilty, because this time he couldn't help but ejaculate before I even climaxed. I was very dissatisfied; I wanted to let out a particularly long roar during my climax. Bilim probably guessed my wicked plan and gave me a wry smile.
A dozen minutes later, I successfully aroused Bilim again. This time, he lasted much longer, successfully bringing me to orgasm twice. The second time, my moans were almost sobs—it was so stimulating! I only intended to tease Haisha, but perhaps due to a strong psychological suggestion, that slight sense of guilt brought me an even faster and more intense orgasm.
I fell asleep happily in Bilim's arms, feeling incredibly joyful. "Haisha, ever since high school, you've been teasing me. This time, I've gotten my revenge!"
Then, the next day, I happily slept until almost 9 a.m. When Bilim got up and left the bedroom, Haisha blocked him. Haisha said she really wanted to eat the legendary Beijing breakfast and asked Bilim to buy it for her. As soon as he left, Haisha rushed into the bedroom to beat me up.
I huddled under the covers, laughing as I wrapped myself up tightly, so her blows didn't hurt at all.
Suddenly, Haisha hugged me tightly, blanket and all, and kissed me fiercely. This was truly a case of reaping what you sow; my arms were under the covers, offering no chance to resist. I was stunned. Haisha pleaded with me to stick my tongue out to her. I hesitated for a moment, then did as she asked.
Haisha sucked on it greedily several times, then slipped her tongue into my mouth. Looking at her intoxicated expression, I couldn't bear to refuse, but it felt so strange—I was actually giving a girl such a wet kiss.
Haixia finally released my lips and breathed a sigh of relief: "That feels much better."
I was a little annoyed: "Haisha, don't you already have Lin Qiang? Why are you still acting like this?"
Haixia laughed and said, "I've liked you for so long, it would be a shame not to give you a proper kiss. Consider it a farewell to my first love."
Then she huffed and puffed, "Besides, wasn't it because of your moaning yesterday? I never expected such an innocent-looking girl like you to be so wanton in bed."
I laughed and said, "I'm not usually like that. I was just teasing you yesterday."
Without saying a word, Haixia reached under the covers and pinched me, then asked curiously, "Was that last moan fake too?"
I shook my head: "No, that last moan wasn't faked. I'm different from those I read online. Whenever I orgasm, I get really impulsive and just want to shout. After I shout, I have no strength left." "It's incredibly tiring. I have to stop for at least several minutes before I can start again. If it's the woman-on-top position, and I reach that kind of cervical orgasm you mentioned, it's even more tiring. I can't possibly go a second time; it'll be very painful and numb."
Haixia looked somewhat envious: "Lin Qiang brought me to orgasm with his hand before, but it wasn't as intense as yours. It was just a sudden release with my body tense up, and it didn't affect my stamina at all."
I was a little distressed: "I don't know why. I've searched online but couldn't find the reason. Now, except when I really want it, I don't dare to use the woman-on-top position easily. I'm really afraid that if I faint, I won't wake up." And after each cervical orgasm, it takes a long time to recover, so now it's only possible to do that on Friday and Saturday nights.”
Haisha was still envious: “Is this what they call being in ecstasy? It must be because your lower body is too sensitive, so your orgasms are much more intense. Ah, I'm so envious, I really want to experience that feeling.”
I laughed and said: “Maybe this is God's compensation for a clumsy kid.”
Haisha laughed too, and when I wasn't paying attention, she pulled hard and ripped my blanket off. I yelled and said angrily: “I'm not wearing any clothes!”
Haisha scoffed: “I've seen that so many times when you showered in high school.”
Then, she suddenly shouted: “Sulu, your butt is so perky, Bilim will be so happy.”
I hummed: “If we do it on our stomachs, he said we don't even need a pillow.”
Haisha leaned closer to look at me with a strange expression. I guiltily pushed her head to the side, and she laughed and shouted: "Aysulu, those are teeth marks on your breasts! You're so lewd!"
I slapped her, a little embarrassed. "It doesn't hurt much. If he likes to bite, let him."
Haisha sighed. "I used to think you were lucky to marry Bilim, but now I think Bilim is truly blessed to have married a little slut like you."
I smiled and nodded. "But you'll probably get married before us. If you don't get married, Lin Qiang won't sleep with you, and we won't care. So, the wedding will probably be after graduation."
Haisha suddenly sniffed hard again, leaned close to me, and smelled me. I was a little nervous; I hadn't showered after going crazy with Bilim yesterday. Haisha then pulled my arm away and smelled under my armpit, saying, "Sulu, you have a bit of body odor, you know?"
Ah, I was surprised. "Bilim didn't mention it, and I haven't smelled it." Haisha shook her head. "I never smelled it before. When I was in Shanghai, my roommate quietly reminded me that I had body odor, so I had a minimally invasive surgery. Now it's completely gone, and that's when I could smell you."
Haixia raised her arm to show me her small scar. That's when I realized there was such a thing. Haixia seemed a little annoyed: "It seems like many people from our nomadic tribes have body odor. Ours is very faint, so we don't notice it ourselves, but Han Chinese are very sensitive."
I was a little worried: "Then, do you think Bilim smelled it a long time ago but didn't tell me?"
Haixia nodded. She nodded. "He's probably just trying to protect your pride."
I felt a little nervous. "No, he can tolerate it now, but he might get tired of it after a while. And what if his parents disapprove of me when I go to their house before the wedding? Maybe I should get that surgery too."
Haisha nodded and asked, "What's Bilim's opinion on marrying a Muslim girl?"
I felt a little guilty. "He asked me to find out about the conversion process, but I find it too troublesome and want to wait until after graduation."
Haisha shook her head. "Let's discuss it when he gets back."
I nodded and started getting dressed. After a while, Bilim returned, bringing a whole bunch of things: soy milk, fried dough sticks, tofu pudding, and jianbing (Chinese crepes). Haisha ate with a big smile.
After dinner, Haisha asked Bilim directly if he had thought about how to marry me. Bilim got up and took a copy of the Quran from the bookshelf in the bedroom. He then said, "Sulu and I should be fine. Sulu said her family has already agreed. As for you and Lin Qiang, I don't know what your family's opinion is, but I've looked into it carefully, and it should indeed be permissible."
Bilim pointed to verse 221 of the Ox chapter of the Quran and read: "You shall not marry polytheistic women
until they believe. Indeed, a female slave who has believed is better than a polytheistic woman, even though you desire her." "Do not marry your daughters to polytheistic men until they believe. Indeed, a believer is better than a polytheistic man, even if you desire him."
Bilim explained, "A polytheistic man refers to someone who does not believe in Islam, someone who does not believe that Allah is the only true God. It says not to marry a polytheistic man until they believe. So now Lin Qiang only needs to go through the motions, cleanse his intestines, and perform the rituals. He can go back to Shanghai and continue his life as usual. Will anyone supervise them?"
I nodded and said, "Yes, we are in Beijing. Will they come to check if we have performed our prayers?"
Bilim smiled and then shook his head: "Actually, this passage is quite problematic. It directly divides people into slaves and women, servants and men. What era are we living in? Still talking about class hierarchy? Islam has always refused to reform, no wonder it is becoming increasingly incompatible with modern society."
Haisha nodded. She and Lin Qiang had discussed religious matters several times later, finding it extremely annoying.
After breakfast, I told Haisha to be alone for a while, then pulled Bilim into the bedroom and asked him if he knew about my body odor. Bilim nodded and said he knew since I came to Beijing.
I was touched, but also a little resentful: "Why didn't you tell me sooner? I could have just had a minimally invasive surgery. Why did you have to put up with it for over two years?"
Bilim laughed and said, "I didn't put up with it. You only smell when you sweat a lot, but after you came here, you quickly developed the habit of showering every day, so it didn't have any effect."
I felt a little guilty: "And what about now when you hold me to sleep every day? Is that okay too?"
Bilim said, "I really don't feel anything. Don't have surgery; there might be complications."
I was a little confused: "So, Haisha said I had a faint body odor today?"
Bilim grinned mischievously. "That's because you sweated a lot last night."
I let out a soft "Huh," but ignored Bilim's teasing. I was a little worried. "But I didn't have the energy to shower after my orgasm. Won't you find the smell unpleasant?"
Bilim laughed and pulled me into his arms. "Silly girl, I'm already used to your scent. I actually sleep better when you smell."
I enjoyed Bilim's next kiss, but secretly I made up my mind to go to the hospital as soon as possible. Even if Bilim didn't mind, my colleagues and classmates would probably smell it.
Haisha spent two more days in Beijing, but there were too many people during the National Day Golden Week, so we spent most of our time chatting and eating all sorts of delicious food.
That day, I mischievously took Haixia to the Huguosi Snack Shop and ordered two large bowls of douzhi (fermented mung bean juice), telling her it was the most famous snack in old Beijing. Haixia laughed and said she had heard about it before and always wanted to see what the legendary "swill-like" taste was like.
Ah, she knows it doesn't taste good. I should have known better than to order two bowls. I was even planning to pretend to take a sip before tricking her into drinking it. Haixia picked up the bowl, took a sip, and then drank it all in large gulps.
I looked at Haixia strangely: "Don't you think it tastes bad?"
Haixia said it was alright, then looked around to make sure no one was watching and whispered to me, "I gave Lin Qiang his semen before, and the douzhi tastes a lot like that, so I'm used to it."
Really? I was a little curious, then picked up the bowl, frowned, took a sip, shook my head, and said, "It doesn't taste like it?"
Haixia said, "Take a few more sips, then savor it, and you'll feel it much more clearly."
I forced myself to endure the sour smell and took a few more sips, carefully tasting it before saying doubtfully, "It really doesn't taste like it at all!"
Haixia suddenly burst into laughter, laughing so hard she clutched her stomach, groaning in pain. That's when I realized I'd fallen for this little devil's trick.
I said angrily, "Just wait till tonight, I'll get you."
Haixia laughed and said, "I'm wearing earplugs and listening to music as soon as I get into bed tonight, so no matter how loudly you scream, it won't work."
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