[The Walks of Men and Women of Temperament] (The End) Author: Golden Years

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Synopsis—

Actually, between men and women, from primitive and pure sex to romantic and warm love, what's needed is simply to give
each other a chance. And the so-called journey is about seeing and forgetting simultaneously, forgetting and seeing at the same time. If, as you
look, you find your shadow, her shadow, or someone else's shadow, then that's the entire purpose of this article.

Content—

One: It was just a whim, a fleeting affair.

Two: To give those unusual feelings another chance.

Three: This time, they got along well and couldn't be separated.

Four: What he wanted was her; and she was willing to give it at any time.

Main Text—

One: It was just a whim, a fleeting affair .

Qi Qi noticed the mechanic not far away as soon as she entered the auto repair shop. She didn't remove her sunglasses, tilting her head as if reading
the repair shop's price list, but actually carefully observing the man bending over to check the engine in front of the Mercedes. He was barefoot, wearing
a pair of blue casual shoes, his ankles prominent, his calves strong. Qi Qi couldn't help but grin. Her gaze continued upwards,
his dark thighs were very eye-catching, but what was even more captivating was what was covered by his shorts. Above that was his narrow
waist. She was glad he wasn't wearing a shirt, but regretted that from her angle she could only see his profile. As his thick
arms moved up and down inside the engine compartment, his broad chest and back were glimpsed intermittently. He tilted his head to look to the side, his sharply
defined face exuding a masculine, wild beauty. Although Qi Qi was busy, she still had the leisure to appreciate a man's muscular
physique—she liked this man, or at least, she liked looking at him.

Qi Qi was immersed in romantic reverie when she suddenly sensed someone approaching. She quickly averted her gaze,
put her sunglasses in her bag, and got out of the car.

"Miss, are you fixing the car?"

Qi Qi nodded. "There's a problem with the starter motor."

Meng Xiaolang was struggling with the engine; this time the car modification was quite noisy, with many demands, and the owner was in a hurry,
so he had been severely sleep-deprived for the past two days. He straightened up, tilted his head, and wiped the sweat from his face on his arm. Suddenly, he heard a
soft yet slightly hoarse voice. Meng Xiaolang couldn't help but look in the direction of the sound. Not far away, a woman
was talking to Lao Xia. She was wearing a standard work suit, revealing a snow-white collar and cuffs, and black high heels that made
her calves look even more slender.

Meng Xiaolang quickly glanced at her face. Her features were delicate, youthful, and elegant. Her hair was styled in a bun, exuding
an air of intelligence and competence. However, compared to the burly Lao Xia, her petite figure still appeared weak and pitiful.
"Just a white-collar worker in a cubicle," Meng Xiaolang thought. He glanced at her car again, "probably some boss's mistress,"
he scoffed. He went into the break room next door and picked up a cup to drink some cold tea. He didn't go back immediately
but walked to the window, absentmindedly watching the activity outside through the blinds.

Old Shrimp inspected it and said, "This is a bit of a problem. We need to replace it with a new one. It'll take two days. As for the price...
two thousand."

Meng Xiaolang chuckled to himself. Old Shrimp probably thought the same thing: this little lamb was heading to the slaughterhouse.

Qi Qi stared at Lao Xia for a while. "Really?"

Lao Xia replied flatly, "That's right."

She snorted. "I heard it's a minor problem, only half an hour, and can
be fixed ."

Lao Xia rolled his eyes, looking impatient. "Who told you that? Who told you to find someone to fix it?"

Qi Qi pointed at him. "I asked Wu Li to inquire for me. She said she asked you a couple of days ago, and that's what you said."
Her lips curled up, as if Lao Xia was asking for trouble. "We've never met, but Wu Li showed me
your wedding photo, so I wouldn't mistake you for someone else. The photo looks... smarter than you in person."

Lao Xia was clearly taken aback, shifting his body awkwardly. "Oh, so you're one of us. Why didn't you say so earlier?
I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Lao Xia quickly replaced the starter motor. Qi Qi offered him money, but Lao Xia resolutely refused. She bit her lower lip, then suddenly
stepped forward and grabbed Lao Xia's wrist, placing the money in his hand without a care for his greasy hands. "Don't mention it
. I'll need your help again if the car breaks down again!"

After Qi Qi left, Lao Xia also went into the lounge. The first thing he did was call his wife to report. Meng Xiaolang
, who was listening nearby, learned that her name was Qi Qi, and that she and Wu Li were junior high school classmates.
They had met at a class reunion a few days ago and quickly became acquainted. That evening, Wu Li came to the parking lot to talk to Lao Xia about her again, with Meng Xiaolang still
present. Unlike Wu Li, Qi Qi hadn't started working early. She came from a well-off family, had excellent grades, and her academic path had been
smooth . She had recently returned from studying abroad and was now working at a biological research institute.

Lao Xia chimed in, "No wonder he's so arrogant, and his words are so sharp." Meng Xiaolang immediately pictured Qi Qi's
luscious lips and the way she unconsciously bit her lower lip. It wasn't hard to imagine how alluring it would be for her to kneel between his legs, her cascading long hair
gently swaying on his lap. Meng Xiaolang couldn't help but feel a little anticipation of seeing her again in the future.
Then he scolded himself for being vulgar and boring; they were from two different worlds, and he was wasting his time thinking about such useless things.

Unexpectedly, only a week later, he was seeing Qi Qi again. Meng Xiaolang subconsciously looked around; they
were in a mountain forest on the outskirts of the city. It was a weekend in May, the weather was refreshing and pleasant, and many young couples,
students, or families had come here to enjoy the cool breeze and stargaze. Now it was late at night, and the crowds had thinned
out . Meng Xiaolang rode his motorcycle to the other side of the forest. He had discovered this secluded yet
open little haven years ago and loved it. Since then, he would often come here to smoke a cigarette, have a drink, and enjoy a moment of
relaxation and tranquility.

But today was not so peaceful.

Not far away, Qi Qi bent over, rubbing her ankle, and muttered a curse. Today she was wearing a simple
plaid shirt, and her white long skirt just reached her calves. Perhaps because of the date, she had let her hair down,
looking less like a professional woman and more like a student. Qi Qi
took a few more steps, her steps unsteady, and as if still not satisfied, she loudly cursed again.

Meng Xiaolang chuckled, and Qi Qi tensed up, looking warily in his direction. "Who's there?"

Meng Xiaolang stepped out of the shadows, lighting a cigarette as he asked, "Trouble?"

Qi Qi looked at him, unsure whether to relax or become more tense. He continued, "I've seen you before, at Old
Shrimp's auto repair shop."

Qi Qi nodded. "You were repairing a Mercedes." However, this didn't ease her guard: "When did you
get here? Did you hear everything?"

Meng Xiaolang chuckled, "Actually, you shouldn't have scolded that bespectacled guy. It was the middle of the night, and no one was around,
so it's not wrong for him to have some expectations."

Qi Qi bit her lower lip. "When I said no, I meant no."

"And then? He could get angry and leave you here, and you, in my opinion,
didn't get anything good out of it."

Qi Qi's heart tightened. "Xia Yan and I have only been on two dates."

"Yeah, you two aren't familiar with each other at all, so it's understandable that he left you in the middle of nowhere."

Qi Qi felt a wave of defeat and her steps faltered. Meng Xiaolang stepped forward to support her. "Let me take you back;
it's quite a distance from here to the city."

Qi Qi instinctively pulled her arm away and took two steps back, shaking her head warily. "No need, thank you. I can
manage myself ."

Meng Xiaolang pretended to be indifferent to her refusal. "I just want to help." Then, a disdainful sneer appeared on his face.
"Don't worry, I'll control my lust, and I only play with women on Tuesdays and Thursdays."

Qi Qi blurted out without thinking. "What about Saturday?"

Meng Xiaolang was stunned, then smiled wickedly, mimicking
the words : "You're skinny, small, and boring, a fake virtuous woman; nobody's interested!"

Qi Qi took a breath, bit her lower lip, and turned her head away, tears welling up in her eyes.

Meng Xiaolang knew he had gone too far, but before he could apologize, Qi Qi changed the subject. "
What are ?"

"I often come here to sit and clear my head."

She didn't answer, clearly unsure how to respond. Meng Xiaolang, cigarette in hand, tapped his temple with his finger:
"What, don't you believe me? Someone like me has a brain. Hey, at least I offered to take you home!"

"You don't need to make fun of me. Goodbye." Qi Qi turned and left after saying that. If it weren't for her high heels, she would have
run away from this guy who was even more despicable than her boyfriend—no, her ex-boyfriend.

Although Qi Qi only hurriedly turned her head slightly to say goodbye, Meng Xiaolang saw two lines of clear tears on her face.
He cursed and rushed forward to try to stop her. "I'm sorry." Qi Qi kept her head down, deliberately avoiding looking at him, or being
looked at by him. She just wanted to leave. She had had enough of men. First, she was treated harshly by Xia Yan, and this stranger
saw it all , and now she was treated harshly by him. She was filled with a deep sense of defeat. Today was truly unlucky.

Meng Xiaolang caught up with her in a few steps, but because he didn't dare to use his strength, he only let her stop at the roadside.
Just then, someone passed by them, assuming they were a couple arguing, and gave Meng Xiaolang a knowing look. Meng
Xiaolang felt a little awkward; this wasn't the place to talk. He pulled her back into the woods and made her lean against a tree trunk. That way,
no one could see her tears, and it wouldn't be so easy for her to run away.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make fun of you,"

Qi Qi snorted softly, quickly wiping away her tears. However, her tear ducts seemed particularly sensitive, and
soon tears were falling again.

Meng Xiaolang sighed, "Okay, I'll confess. Actually, I've been lying all along. You're not thin, you're
slender , and..." He took a step back and scrutinized her, his gaze lingering on her ample breasts: "You're still
quite plump in the right places, and you're not short, you're petite, especially with those long legs. Honestly, just smelling your fragrance
makes me dizzy. I wanted to sleep with you the moment I saw you."

Qi Qi took a deep breath, too shocked to exhale. "This is impossible!"

"Oh, maybe, and it's happening."

She opened her mouth, but after a long pause, she finally spoke, "Are you trying to make me feel better? Don't joke around."

Meng Xiaolang didn't want to touch her, not at all. But his hands reached around her waist, pulling her towards him.
"Maybe you need some proof," he said gruffly, then grabbed Qi Qi's wrist,
pinning between his thighs, and with a forceful pull, pressed her tightly against his bulging lower body.

Qi Qi tried to pull away as if she had touched a fire, but Meng Xiaolang took the opportunity to step forward. Qi Qi leaned against
the tree trunk with nowhere to retreat, but he still held her hand tightly, refusing to let her go. She struggled again, but only intensified
the friction of her hand between his groin, and she was too frightened to move. After a while, Meng Xiaolang finally released her hand.
Qi Qi gradually pulled herself out of her chaotic emotions, and she steadied her breathing.

Meng Xiaolang sneered, "Are you sure? Actually, all men are like this, I'm no different,
so hurry up and go!" Then he said fiercely, "Don't worry, I'll take you to the city so you can get a taxi."

She shoved him away and walked towards the roadside. This bastard, they were practically strangers, she hadn't done anything wrong
, yet he was here mocking, ridiculing, and threatening her. Her vulnerability just now was only because she hadn't
recovered from the anger and shock of Xia Yan abandoning her. Did he really think she was weak and easily bullied?
Did he dare to calmly inject a hundred white mice in one day? Well, she hadn't injected that many either, anyway,
the quantity wasn't the point. Qi Qi stopped, waiting to see! She put away her cold smile, had a plan in mind, and turned back
to ask Meng Xiaolang, "Did you come up the mountain?"

Meng Xiaolang wasn't sure about Qi Qi; her tone was so calm now, as if nothing had happened
. He gestured with his chin towards the woods: "The car's over there."

Qi Qi followed his gaze, but because it was pitch black, she couldn't see anything. Meng Xiaolang ignored her
and walked into the woods. Hearing Qi Qi following behind, he quickened his pace and walked deeper into the woods. When they
reached the other side of the forest, Qi Qi discovered a small, open space hidden behind them.
A motorcycle was parked in a corner, a waterproof tarpaulin was spread out on the thick grass, a jacket was tucked into a corner, and
several cans of beer were beside it. It wasn't hard to imagine that he had made himself comfortable here.

"You were driving and drinking." Meng Xiaolang didn't respond, and she didn't mind. She walked over and sat down,
hugging her knees and looking at the houses below and the lights in the distance. "It's so beautiful, how did you find this place?"

Meng Xiaolang stood to the side watching her. "You shouldn't have stayed here. I'll take you back."

Qi Qi patted the seat next to her, gesturing for him to sit down. He wasn't a talkative person, but she wouldn't give up just because of that.
Meng Xiaolang shook his head: "You're playing with fire."

Surprisingly, his refusal made Qi Qi feel a little better. Was he afraid of her? Qi Qi couldn't help but think of the lab rats she had held
in her hands . It was a terrible analogy; he was vastly different from those lab rats. However, thinking this way
undoubtedly eased the tension deep within her.

"Really? Then why are you the one hiding so far away?"

Meng Xiaolang's expression tightened. He tossed away his cigarette butt and sat down next to her, deliberately keeping a distance. Qi Qi chuckled inwardly.
She leaned to one side, her knees resting against his. "By the way, what's your name?"

He looked at her, as if trying to see into her heart, cautious but not worried. "Meng Xiaolang."

"Meng Xiaolang," she repeated softly, "the 'Xiao' of dawn, the 'Lang' of clear skies?"

She moved closer to him, pleased to feel his slight retreat. Meng Xiaolang nodded. "That's right."

"You know my name?" she said, placing her hand on his arm. Her boldness puzzled him. Meng
Xiaolang continued to nod. "Wu Li mentioned you before, Qi Qi." His breath brushed against Qi Qi's face, his body heat
burning her through her clothes. Meng Xiaolang's hands rested casually on the blanket, seemingly unintentionally reaching for Qi Qi. She leaned on
Meng Xiaolang's shoulders, shifting to a kneeling position, leaning forward until she could see his pupils, almost
touching his lips. She smiled slightly, "Not bad, you remember my name."

She shortened the distance between them—and kissed him.

Qi Qi tasted surprise on his lips, a surge of pride washing over her. She closed her eyes, savoring his lips, smooth, full, and
sensual. Qi Qi tilted her head slightly, pressing them closer together, wanting to savor more of the flavor—a
unique blend of tobacco, gasoline, soap, and masculinity. She parted her lips, inviting him in, trying to ignore her rapid breathing
and the beads of sweat on her skin. Her hand gently touched his face, his broad jawline slightly prickly. Following his cheekbone,
her thumb traced its path, her fingertips kneading the edge of his ear, gently massaging his earlobe.

Meng Xiaolang's shoulders trembled under her hand. His ear was a sensitive spot; the touch stirred him, drawing his
body closer to hers. She ended the kiss, straightening her back. He didn't respond; he didn't move at all. His
hands were still on the blanket, his knees pressed against hers, still looking at her.

She asked softly, "Should I stop?"

"Just kidding, of course not."

See how easy it was. Her hands ran through his hair as she leaned forward again. This time, Meng Xiaolang wouldn't
allow the control to remain with her. He wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her firmly in his embrace. His other hand cupped
her chin, his thumb gently rubbing her lips. As soon as her lips parted, he met hers. His stubble brushed against her face,
tickling her. Qi Qi offered no resistance, and Meng Xiaolang seized the opportunity, forcefully entering her mouth. He explored freely, lingering for
a moment before tracing his tongue down her cheek to her delicate ear, his tongue lingering on the edge before gently biting her small
earlobe. She squirmed in his arms, a sharp stimulation shooting to her chest, then reaching and gathering in her private area.
Meng Xiaolang had always been a player; she should have been able to tell. She was foolish, she felt a little dizzy.

He was foolish, he felt a little dizzy. He hadn't expected Qi Qi to kiss him, to kiss him like that. He had been rude and
uncouth , completely unprepared for her to be so sweet and wild. He wondered what she would look like beneath him. It
was better not to know, but once it started, there was no stopping. He looked directly at her, sat up straight, and draped
his arm over her back, gently laying her down and carefully placing her head on his coat. He lay down beside her,
his chest against her side, straddling her legs, his face inches from hers.

"If you want to say no, say it now. Not in a minute, not in ten minutes." He reached out
and brushed hair that had fallen across his forehead. "This is your only chance."

A blush spread from her toes to her forehead, yet she defiantly glared at him. "When I say yes,
I mean yes."

Qi Qi noticed his face lower, his restless hand moving to his collar, unbuttoning the first button. She tried
to push him away, but it felt as if his skin would burn her. She had a strange reaction; it was definitely not a good idea, but
it was too late to refuse now. Meng Xiaolang seemed in no hurry. She had hoped he would kiss her lips directly,
at least then she could close her eyes and hide her embarrassment. Her arms were outstretched, her hands gripping
the coat beneath her head tightly. She was so focused that she didn't flinch; otherwise, it would have been incredibly embarrassing.

Qi Qi's shirt opened even wider, her skin gradually exposed to the air. Meng Xiaolang saw her white bra
and the perfect breasts encased beneath it. She tried to pull away, but he wouldn't allow it. He pressed her down with his legs, one hand
pushing aside her bra, gazing at her perfectly curved breasts. They were as white and delicious as cream, the two bright red
nipples particularly tempting. He lightly touched her nipples with his fingertips. She anxiously pushed him away again, "Someone will
see."

"No." Meng Xiaolang removed her hands, kissing her throat and collarbone. His hands moved downwards, cupping
her breasts. He extended his tongue, licking the sweet nipples again and again until a moan escaped his lips. He opened his mouth and covered
her mouth completely, pulling and caressing with his tongue, then pulling and caressing again, licking and
sucking with a gentle, skillful rhythm. She trembled all over, panting as she arched her back, desperately trying to hold him. When his body pressed
between , she could only helplessly open her mouth.

She blindly searched for his hot, teasing lips. As she wished, he gave her another deep kiss, his tongue
lightly brushing the soft, moist flesh inside, primal and intense. A fierce passion erupted throughout her body. Her
hands slid to her waist, pulling his shirt down to his trousers, her hands sliding inside to press against his bare back. He cupped her breasts,
his thumb and forefinger kneading her nipples, his lips finding her racing pulse at the base of her neck.

"Please, hurry!" she pleaded, her hands sliding to his hips, trying to pull him closer.

"Wait a minute, baby." Meng Xiaolang took out his wallet; thank goodness, there was still some cash inside.

He reached under her skirt, touching between Qi Qi's legs. She met his gaze, passionate and eager. She was hot and
wet, eager and impatient; he was hard and stiff, itching to enter. He quickly prepared himself, then spread her legs
wider, his hands sliding down to her crotch, lifting her slightly and tilting her to enter. Qi Qi gasped; she had
n't been satisfied in a long time and was too tense. The pain caused her nails to dig into his arms.

He swallowed hard, slowed down, and said hoarsely, "Let me do it, relax, let me in."

He seemed to have cast a spell on her; she obediently relaxed, wrapping her arms around him and adjusting herself. She was wet and hot,
her muscles enveloping him. He slowly pressed in, and with each thrust, he heard her involuntary moan. She
writhed beneath him, trying to escape the tormenting invasion, but each movement only drove him deeper, until finally, he
was completely inside her. She whimpered; everything felt so good, so bad.

Afterwards, he wanted to guide her slowly and carefully, but she didn't want to. It felt like a struggle, not lovemaking.
He didn't know how long it lasted, only that he barely managed to control himself. She writhed beneath him like a cat, her hands
clutching his clothes helplessly, desperately trying to reach orgasm, to release her frustration in the most primal way. Afterwards,
he would be glad he was still dressed, but now it was damn annoying. He thrust wildly, forcing her body
to suppress her mind. He watched her struggle to meet his every movement, listened to her whimpers of surrender and defeat, and
an overwhelming wave of pleasure washed over him. At this moment, she was his.

"Xiaolang, Xiaolang, Xiaolang," she called his name helplessly, tears streaming down her
face .

He recognized her voice; although they were strangers, he could still recognize her. Instinct urged him
to thrust ; he wanted to end the climax, but first he had to look at her. Qi Qi's eyes were closed, a flush rising from her collar
to her neck, cheeks, and forehead; her red lips parted, her breath coming in short gasps. Her legs wrapped tightly around him, pulling him closer.
She wanted him; her body was as thirsty as his. Finally, the spasms within her began to stir, bringing her primal
satisfaction and eliciting joyful moans. He was captivated by these primal sounds and unparalleled passion. After

a moment of catching her breath, she spread her legs wider, embracing his back and urging him to press more weight onto
her , ignoring the soreness within her, rhythmically contracting her muscles to draw him in harder and deeper. Wave after wave of
heat deeply moved him. He opened his eyes wide, burying his head in her hair, growling as
he thrust . Her lower abdomen pressed against him; every movement, every moan, every tear
beckoned him to surrender. Finally, he released with a sudden burst of pleasure.

Qi Qi closed her eyes, savoring the exhausted satisfaction after her climax, temporarily casting aside the constraints of morality. She knew it
wouldn't last long. She would have to open her eyes at any moment, feel reality and shame, and try to regain her self-respect,
to forget as quickly as possible that she had been so wild in front of a stranger.

He looked up at her in the dim night. Her hair was disheveled, falling loosely over her head and shoulders,
her cheeks flushed, and her lips slightly parted. She was more beautiful and sexy than ever, and the mere thought of the sweetness of being inside her
drove him wild; he wanted her again. This wasn't a good idea, he muttered a curse, carefully
separating their bodies and getting up to leave her.

Qi Qi closed her legs, a wave of embarrassment washing over her. She waited a moment before lifting herself, her hands trembling as she straightened
her clothes and skirt, swaying as she stood, thankful her knees could still support her. She smoothed her hair, trying to straighten it without
a comb or mirror. Meng Xiaolang was already dressed and was tidying up the raincoat and cleaning up the bottles.
She was grateful that Meng Xiaolang's attention wasn't on her at the moment; she glanced at him, her stomach clenching again from the memories.

Good heavens, that body had just been on her, and… oh, she stopped herself from thinking about it.
It's okay , it will pass. She comforted herself, it was just a momentary whim, a fling, they were all young,
nothing unusual.

"It's all my fault," she said firmly.

He looked up at her, his expression darkening. "What do you mean? Was I seduced by you just now?"

Please, hurry up. Good heavens, if shame were fatal, she would be dead by now. "I
mean..."

Meng Xiaolang waved his hand impatiently to interrupt her, "You don't need to say anything, I'm not interested. It was just a spur-of-the-moment
thing, a bit of fun!"

Qi Qi felt a pang of pain, unsure if it was her heart or her pride that was hurt. He was right, but did he have to be so
blunt? Both remained silent. Meng Xiaolang pushed his motorcycle onto the mountain road, put on his helmet, and sat down. He
held the other motorcycle silently, waiting for her to approach. Qi Qi hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward, took the helmet, and silently
sat behind him, gently pulling on his jacket around his waist. Qi Qi didn't tell him the address; Meng Xiaolang knew she had brought it on herself
. He slammed on the gas, roaring down the mountain.

Meng Xiaolang didn't ask her the address; Qi Qi knew she had brought it on herself. She hugged him, feeling him so close
yet so far. Just as he promised, Meng Xiaolang put her down as soon as they reached the city. Qi Qi wanted to say something, but
seeing Meng Xiaolang's icy gaze, she held back. Qi Qi got into the taxi and couldn't help but turn around;
Meng Xiaolang was still there. She looked at him until he was out of sight.

Part Two: Giving those unusual feelings another chance.

Watching Meng Xiaolang jump out of the car, Qi Qi couldn't believe her eyes. What was going on? When she called
Wu Li for help, Wu Li clearly said her husband would come to help. Surprised, yet also secretly
delighted.

Meng Xiaolang looked Qi Qi carefully. "Are you alright?"

Qi Qi felt a warmth in her heart and shook her head.

She hadn't seen Qi Qi for over three months, and she was still exactly as she remembered. Meng Xiaolang was somewhat irritated: "Do you want
me to fix it?"

Qi Qi sensed his fluctuating mood and carefully said, "I can fix it myself, but I can't find
the instructions."

Meng Xiaolang snorted and glanced at her car. Fortunately, it was a normal road with not too much traffic. She had
some common sense; even with a flat tire, she knew to push the car to the side of the road for safety. However, it had just
rained heavily , and the grass was very soft.

He walked towards his car.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm getting something."

"No need, I have everything I need."

Meng Xiaolang stopped and patiently looked at her. "The grass is too soft; it's hard to use the jack. I'll go get
a plank from the car."

Qi Qi knew she seemed like an idiot, and Meng Xiaolang's mockery was self-inflicted. After retrieving the plank, he opened
the trunk. The jack and toolbox were already laid out, and the spare tire lay inside, the lug nuts loosened.
It seemed Qi Qi really intended to change the tire herself, but she had gotten stuck at this point.

Qi Qi followed his gaze: "I searched on my phone, but the network signal here is weak, web pages
load incredibly slowly, and I couldn't find a jack like this. Is this really a jack? It looks...
too light. Can this thing really support a car?" *

You're light too, but you can still support me, can't you?* Remembering how her body had tightly entwined him that night, Meng
Xiaolang felt a surge of heat in his groin. He quickly bent down to adjust himself, forcing himself to stop
those . After putting on gloves, Meng Xiaolang positioned the plank and then skillfully operated the jack. Qi Qi
stepped forward, "Let me help."

Meng Xiaolang glanced at her white dress, "Okay, you stand aside and don't bother me, that's helping."

Clearly, he was in a terrible mood today. Qi Qi bit her lower lip and obediently stepped aside, remaining silent. She didn't
want it to be because he saw her, and she secretly resolved not to let Meng Xiaolang's poker face affect her
mood—or rather, not to let him affect hers.

Meng Xiaolang had lost count of how many tires he'd changed; he felt he could do it with his eyes closed. However,
closing his eyes wasn't a good idea. Qi Qi was so close, and images of her kept flashing before his eyes. He
thought . When Wu Li said Qi Qi had a flat tire on the road, his heart skipped a beat;
his first thought was whether she was alright. If the car was going slowly, it would be fine, but if it was on the highway… he didn't dare think about it.
Yes, he didn't want to see this woman who exuded superiority again, but when he heard she had an accident…
Meng Xiaolang frowned. He hated himself for being so neurotic about her after all this time, hated
the influence this woman had on him, hated her foolish decision to let the tire blow out, hated everything she represented, and hated even more… He stopped Lao Xia
and his wife, jumped into a small truck, and rushed towards her.

Meng Xiaolang cursed under his breath, quickly put the tire back on, tidied everything up, and then drove her car
onto the road. He had noticed earlier that Qi Qi's car was full of large and small wooden boards and metal frames. Because of the
limited space, Qi Qi had disassembled the large boxes and stuffed these parts haphazardly into the front and rear seats and the trunk.

"How are you going to see the rearview mirror like this?" he asked, frowning.

"I was driving very carefully."

"Yeah, and then the tire blew out."

"That's why the person and the car were unharmed… I mean, except for that tire."

Meng Xiaolang snorted and stopped talking. He opened the car door and took most of them out, putting them into his car. Meng Xiaolang didn't
greet her, jumped into his car, started the engine, and drove off. Seeing Qi Qi's car follow, he turned
the steering wheel so she could drive ahead, then silently followed her. When they arrived at her house, he noticed it was a very nice
residential area.

Qi Qi ran up to him, "Thank you!" Then, her tone changed, "Of course, I guess you don't want me to thank you.
I'll take the things and disappear immediately." She went to move the planks from his car. Meng Xiaolang stopped her,
"As if I really want you to carry all this stuff by yourself."

"Just a bookshelf, a table, and a few chairs. I just moved." Qi Qi smiled sweetly, "
Then thank you again!"

Meng Xiaolang's face remained somber. He didn't like her friendliness and cheerfulness, and he especially didn't like going into her house, a
place with doors, locks, and a bed. He missed Qi Qi, wanted to hug her, wanted something to happen. Of course, he also wanted to punch himself for such
thoughts, a really hard punch. He silently told himself to put the things down and leave.

Qi Qi's house was still empty. The living room only had a large sofa and a small coffee table, with boxes
and scattered books everywhere. "Sorry for the mess. I only had time to tidy up the kitchen and bedroom." Seeing
the sweat on his face, Qi Qi busied herself turning on the air conditioner. "It'll be cool soon. The bathroom is over there,
go wash your face, I'll get you something to drink."

Meng Xiaolang went to the bathroom; being alone with Qi Qi in a room was torture. He splashed water on his face, but
glancing up he saw the bedroom and a corner of the bed reflected in the mirror. Meng Xiaolang couldn't help but imagine Qi Qi lying
on it. This wasn't a good idea, he told himself. But whenever it involved Qi Qi, he seemed to have no good
ideas.

Qi Qi walked over and handed him a can, then casually opened hers. Some bubbles rose up, and
she quickly leaned closer, pursed her lips, took a couple of sips, and then slightly stuck out her tongue
to lick . She looked up at him with a smile, then turned and ran to the kitchen. "Come here, let me get you a cup."

Meng Xiaolang looked at her, feeling unbearably hot. He followed her to the kitchen, threw the can on the counter, and said
impatiently , "Save it, don't be so polite."

Qi Qi was stunned, her hurt expression undisguised. "What's wrong with you? Why are you being mean to me?"

"I wasn't being mean to you."

"You were. You've had a long face ever since you saw me. I tried to talk to you nicely, but you always had
that sarcastic tone." She was both angry and frustrated, and slammed the can on the counter as well,
saying excitedly, "That's right, sarcastic, rude, and always like that. I'm not just talking about today."
She paused meaningfully, then continued shouting, "I know you don't want to see me again. I
haven't bothered you since that day! The flat tire today wasn't my fault. When I called Wu Li, I never expected her to
call you."

She actually dared to bring up that day at this time. Meng Xiaolang tensed up. "I'm here."

"This isn't my fault, it has nothing to do with me." She was quite proud of her answer. He took a step back to scrutinize her;
she took a step forward, looking extremely defiant, until she saw the anger in his eyes. Qi Qi's alarm bells rang;
she realized he was truly enraged and instinctively turned to run.

Meng Xiaolang pulled Qi Qi into his arms, pinning her against the wall, and said in a low voice, "Where you go and
what you do is all my business." Before Qi Qi could speak, he kissed her fiercely, as if venting his
anger . Qi Qi instinctively resisted, clenching her teeth and pursing her lips in a huff, blocking him away. Meng Xiaolang chuckled
softly, firmly gripping her chin and forcing her to open her mouth to meet him. As their lips intertwined, they were like
ignited flames, burning brighter and brighter, uncontrollably.

Meng Xiaolang smelled a warm, alluring, faint fragrance. He didn't know what kind of perfume Qi Qi was wearing that smelled so good,
but he felt as if he were trapped in a glass dome, the air sucked away, leaving only Qi Qi's delicate fragrance to breathe.
Meng Xiaolang knew his anger was only related to himself; he was angry at himself for losing control, for feeling wave after
wave . But no matter what, he still wanted her. "What exactly did you do to me?" he asked in a muffled voice
, lowering his head to kiss her throat, one hand pulling open the front of her clothes, covering her breasts.

Even through her underwear, she could still feel the warmth of his palm. She couldn't pull away, nor
did she want to. She felt his kiss, his touch, and wished their clothes would magically disappear. Qi Qi
hugged his neck tightly, pressing herself against him, as if afraid that if she let go, she would fall off a cliff:
"That's exactly what I was going to ask you."

He desired her. This desire wasn't one-sided, Meng Xiaolang reminded himself; Qi Qi's reaction to him
was clear and obvious . He used his hand to find her legs through her skirt and lifted her up, and she instinctively wrapped her arms tightly around his waist.

His lips parted forcefully, his eyes filled with suppressed emotion. "Qi Qi, I want to do it again, okay?"

Qi Qi leaned close to his head, her lips brushing against his ear. "If I say no, will you put
me down and leave?"

Meng Xiaolang held her tighter. "No."

"Then why ask?" she lightly pecked his earlobe. "Do you want confirmation? I can get your..."

She paused deliberately, and he kissed her again. "You vixen!" He carried her and turned towards the bedroom.

"I'm not." She retorted breathlessly.

They fell onto the bed, his body between her legs. He lifted her skirt. "Look, you're wearing
sexy underwear!"

"I didn't show it to you!"

"I know, I can feel it." He took off her skirt and shoes, stroking
her long, white thighs from her ankles.

"It has nothing to do with me." She said again.

"Everything has something to do with you," he pulled off her stockings. "Only you."

A wicked smile slowly appeared on his lips. "I keep thinking about you." He opened her shirt. "I
want to touch you." His hand gripped her waist, tracing the curves upwards to cover her budding breasts, "Here."
Then down to her abdomen, his thumb hooking the edge of her panties, he ripped them off and tossed them aside. His hand returned,
caressing her most intimate parts. "And here." She bit her lip, trying to suppress a soft moan of pleasure.

"Let me hear you," he pressed against her, his touch varying in speed and pressure. "Don't hold back."

"You said this was just a fling..."

He leaned down and kissed her lower abdomen, silencing her protests, then continued moving downwards. She realized
his face was above her triangular black curly hair, blushing furiously, and instinctively covered herself with her hands. Meng
Xiaolang chuckled, "You'd better move away, baby, or I might do something that makes you blush even more."
Qi Qi trembled as she moved her hand away, his fingertips parting the curly hair and slipping inside, sensitively exploring her softness,
caressing her more deeply. "You're so beautiful. Open your legs wider, baby. I want to touch you inside."

Meng Xiaolang's lips probed her triangle, and Qi Qi let out a low moan. She was still suppressing herself,
but he was patient, cruelly patient. Finding her core hidden beneath her delicate petals, his long, nimble
fingers probed inside her. She involuntarily arched her back, finally screaming out. All the control she had been suppressing
vanished , and she trembled as she burst into release in pleasure.

Meng Xiaolang's fingers went deeper, caressing the softness inside her with a slow, deliberate rhythm. He pressed against her
swollen labia, his tongue teasing her sensitive spots. She couldn't bear it and trembled as she moaned. Qi Qi knew that her expression
was distorted and her face was flushed; she must look terribly ugly right now. She looked up slightly as he buried his lips in her
black curly hair. She felt his tongue skillfully teasing her throbbing labia. Her head fell back onto the mattress, and she
felt every inch of her skin burning.

Qi Qi's heart pounded. As he slid in his second finger and gently extended it, she felt a slight burning sensation.
She writhed beneath him, and he gradually increased his speed. He refused to leave her, his slender fingers controlling the rhythm of his penetration,
his lips demanding and insistent, until waves of pleasure surged through her faster and faster, leaving her completely paralyzed. She
pressed her lips against his, arching her body, gasping and letting out cries, tears streaming down her face. His
tongue softened, but continued to tease her skillfully, accompanying her through the afterglow of her orgasm.

She was dizzy and intoxicated, her body weak and limp. He came to her side and embraced her. She was powerless to move her limbs, only able
to tremble and writhe in his arms. She grabbed him, looking into his eyes: "Now!" He chuckled, until
she released him, her fingers sliding over his chest, his abdomen, and down to his groin. He was already erect. As she explored his erection,
caressing his genitals, his laughter abruptly ceased. "Now!" she said again.

This time he didn't laugh. He stepped back, letting Qi Qi unbutton her pants and push down. Good heavens, he was so
big, openly displaying his desire, and Qi Qi didn't know what
to think . Just then, she felt him lift his body away from her and sit up.

"Xiaolang..." she reached out her arm to him.

"Do you want to talk now?" he interrupted gruffly.

"No."

"Then shut up."

He kicked off his shoes. Taking off his clothes, his pants were already half off, and they easily fell to the ground after he stood up.
He returned to the bed naked, kneeling on either side of her, roughly pulling at her clothes. She wanted to protest, but
couldn't find the strength or the voice.

He nestled into her neck, his breath brushing against her ear. He whispered, "We have plenty of time, take it slow."

Meng Xiaolang picked up Qi Qi and pulled down her clothes until she was completely naked, then turned her over and made her lie face down
on the bed. His hands slid down her legs to her buttocks, kneading for a moment, then along her cleft to her most sensitive
spot . His fingers entered again. She was ashamed to find that her private parts were not only sore but also very wet. He seemed
excited , breathing heavily against her sensitive neck and back. His fingers lingered inside her,
kissing and biting along her spine. Her body half-lifted off the bed, wanting to turn and greet him, but he pressed her
back down .

He pounced on her again, pressing against her back, his large hands sliding down to her body, cupping her breasts and applying pressure, his thumbs circling her
nipples and kneading them with his fingertips. She closed her eyes, her cheeks pressed against the sheets; she didn't want to think,
not . His hands then reached her abdomen, lifting her waist and entering from behind, forcefully pushing into her tender passage.
It was much hotter than when he had inserted his fingers, and Qi Qi tensed up in pain again, gasping softly.

Meng Xiaolang steadied her waist, thrusting powerfully, again and again, until he was fully inside her. He
reached out pulled her thighs over his knees, spreading her legs wide, her buttocks half-leaning against him. Qi Qi's tears
streamed down her face again as she sobbed, feeling him thrust deeper. His manhood convulsed intensely inside her, producing
a series of rhythmic sounds. She meowed and scratched like a cat, her body trembling, preparing for a new round of impact. She
had wanted him to do it her way, but she lacked the strength; he was too strong, too experienced, and she was no match for him.

This wasn't his plan. He had intended to control the pace, to provoke her until she went mad, until she admitted he possessed her.
However, her body, her scent, her voice, made him unable to control his passion. Watching her arch
her back, clinging tightly to him to the rhythm he had set, as if afraid he would withdraw and never return, fueled his blood.
His pulse surged with intense excitement. He entered and withdrew, his movements becoming increasingly intense and wild with each thrust. He was also
somewhat worried, knowing he was rushing things, that she might not reach orgasm with such violent impacts, but he
couldn't slow down; he was too impatient.

Qi Qi was driven beyond the boundaries of reason, her muscles tense, waiting for him to build her pleasure. He
pushed her to the edge, then pulled back, then pushed her closer and closer, making her wait, and wait some more. She bit her
lip, feeling desire rise again, forcing herself to match his thrusts until she could no longer control herself.
She suddenly lost her rhythm, powerless to resist the sweet pain caused by the powerful impact.

Qi Qi relaxed and pressed herself against the bed, he was still deeply buried inside her, still huge and hard. She opened
her eyes , panting, and he smiled at her, his hands on either side of her shoulders. She lifted herself up to kiss him, but his weight
pressed her against the bed, his lips finding hers, a fleeting touch, not a deep kiss. Qi Qi almost felt that this was a side of Meng Xiaolang
that he had never shown before—tenderness.

He moved his head to the side, burying his face in her hair, and moved deeply inside her again, covering
her completely, making her feel incredibly cherished. Even though she was already very satisfied, she still felt an unusual excitement. Meng Xiaolang reached down and
covered her breasts, pinching and playing with them almost roughly. She turned her head slightly and saw
the stark contrast between her snow-white breasts and his dark hands, a sight that made her tense. She bit her lip and pushed back against his hips
, wanting more.

He laughed, still moving and teasing slowly. Then he left her back, his pelvis pressing
heavily against her. Then he thrust forcefully, a deep and fast thrust. The movement was so intense that he watched her steady
herself before he resumed his vigorous thrusting into her wet, soft body. The heat within him continued to rise, intoxicated by
her sweet body and fiery breath. Waves of pleasure washed over him. Finally, unable to suppress the pleasure, he
suddenly withdrew, his hot semen splattering onto her smooth, white back. He
remained motionless , breathing heavily, before rolling over to her side. After wiping the semen from her back, he noticed that Qi Qi's
legs were trembling uncontrollably after relaxing. She had overexerted herself, and her muscles couldn't take it anymore. Meng Xiaolang felt a pang of heartache
mixed with pleasure, and he had her drape her legs over him, massaging her while doing gentle stretches.

They gazed at each other for a moment, letting the electric current crackle in the air. Qi Qi leaned closer and kissed
the tip of his nose. Meng Xiaolang got up, picked up Qi Qi, and carried her to the bathroom. He glanced at her and placed her in the bathtub. Qi Qi, naked
and motionless, accepted Meng Xiaolang's burning gaze, which was no easy task for her. The blush from her orgasm
hadn't faded, and now it quickly spread throughout her body. A gurgling sound broke the silence; it was her stomach
protesting loudly. The blush deepened, and Qi Qi pressed her stomach shyly.

Meng Xiaolang chuckled and quickly kissed her stomach. "Go ahead and wash up, then we'll get
something to eat."

Three: This time, things just happened to go well .

Qi Qi wasn't a great cook, but thankfully, after years of living abroad alone, she could manage to prepare three meals a day.
She had originally planned to go out to eat, but seeing Meng Xiaolang all dressed and ready after his shower, she worried he'd just go out, eat, and go straight
home . She knew from her perspective there was no reason for him to stay, however… however… there were no howevers, she
stubbornly wanted to keep him a little longer. While Qi Qi was busy in the kitchen, Meng Xiaolang didn't let himself be idle either. He came to
the living room and helped Qi Qi assemble the furniture she'd bought that day.

After making two servings of pasta, Qi Qi opened a bottle of wine, wickedly calculating how many glasses would be enough to make
Meng Xiaolang unable to drive. Because there were no tables and chairs, Qi Qi could only put the plates and glasses on a small coffee table. She
insisted that Meng Xiaolang sit on the sofa while she sat on the floor. Meng Xiaolang didn't say much, but sat with her on the floor. The air conditioning made
the room very comfortable, and thankfully Meng Xiaolang didn't comment much on the pasta. She didn't want to hear him say it was bad, but
if he really praised it, it couldn't be genuine.

After finishing, Meng Xiaolang continued to help her assemble the furniture. This time, Meng Xiaolang didn't refuse Qi Qi's help, and the two of them
quickly assembled the bookshelf and dining table. For the remaining chairs, Meng Xiaolang wouldn't let her lift a finger, insisting she sit and
watch. Qi Qi racked her brains trying to figure out what to do after assembling the furniture. Seeing how steady and fast Meng Xiaolang's hands were at tightening screws,
it was clear the few drinks he'd hadn't had any effect.

She stood up and said to Meng Xiaolang, "You keep assembling. I'm free anyway, I'll go out and buy us a watermelon."
Without waiting for his refusal, she quickly ran out. Qi Qi emphasized the word "we," so that even if they
finished assembling he would have to wait for her to come back and finish the watermelon before they could say goodbye. She didn't know what to do after the watermelon,
but she'd figure out the next step then.

Meng Xiaolang smiled inwardly; how could he not see through Qi Qi's little scheme? He disliked getting entangled with women,
always staying and leaving as he pleased. He had a fair number of women around him, but those who wanted to be with him, he didn't
like. Those he liked… several figures flashed through his mind, then he shook his head; he had no interest in making the relationship
last. Perhaps the worldly experiences he'd encountered over the years had made him somewhat cold and indifferent.

Did he like Qi Qi? He definitely wanted her; her sweetness, her intelligence, her moans beneath him—
all of it drove him wild with desire. Meng Xiaolang felt a little dizzy, gulping down several mouthfuls of water, but still
couldn't calm down. They had just made love, yet he still felt it wasn't enough. His need to possess her again, to open her up, to bury himself
inside her hadn't subsided. He felt he could make love with her for a lifetime; he didn't want to leave her body.
This was too crazy, but why? Why her?

Meng Xiaolang had always been drawn to women like her—petite yet firm. The urge to sleep with her at first sight hadn't been limited
to Qi Qi, so this couldn't explain her extraordinary influence on him. She certainly wasn't the most
beautiful , and far from the gentlest, Meng Xiaolang chuckled. Yet this time, encountering someone like her left him
somewhat at a loss. He was just a passerby in her life, insignificant. With her looks and qualities,
she could definitely find a better man. This thought didn't make him feel any better; instead, it made him want to hold her tightly
in his arms, as if she were his. He cursed inwardly, wondering how much he'd drunk today!

Meng Xiaolang, filled with self-reproach, quickly rearranged the chairs. His mind kept telling
him to leave, but his legs led him to the sofa.

Qi Qi glanced around as soon as she entered, saw him fiddling with his phone checking his messages, smiled, and quickly ran into the kitchen.
A moment later, Qi Qi approached him, carrying half a watermelon and a spoon. Meng Xiaolang put down his phone and
reached for it, but Qi Qi dodged away. "I'll do it." She straddled his lap, securing the watermelon between them, holding
it with one hand and using the spoon to scoop out a piece of flesh, feeding him bite by bite.

They enjoyed this moment of peace and intimacy. Qi Qi considered what to say.

"Tell me something about yourself?"

"About what?"

"I don't know, anything. Your parents?" Qi Qi suggested.

Meng Xiaolang blurted out, "My dad is dead."

"I'm sorry."

"No need, he was an alcoholic, the sooner the better."

Qi Qi sensed his rejection and hostility; clearly, his parents were a sensitive topic for him. Changing the subject, "Why are you
single?"

Meng Xiaolang smiled. "How did you know I'm single?"

"Okay, are you single now?"

Meng Xiaolang took a bite of watermelon and nodded. "Yeah."

"What happened?" Qi Qi raised an eyebrow. "Don't tell me you didn't have an ex-girlfriend!" "

She wanted to get married."

Qi Qi was taken aback. "You didn't want to marry her?"

"I did." Meng Xiaolang answered straightforwardly, "But I didn't have any money."

Qi Qi immediately understood. "When was that?"

"Two years ago."

"Is the situation different now?"

"She has a sugar daddy." Qi Qi was taken aback. Talking about girlfriends was obviously a minefield. He continued to change the subject: "Are you close to Lao Xia? Have you worked

for him for a long time?" Talking about work shouldn't be a problem. Meng Xiaolang nodded. "Yeah, Lao Xia has helped me a lot. I use his services to modify cars now." "Modify? Not repair?" "I also do repairs, but at a different car shop." "When did you start doing this?" Qi Qi couldn't help but ask curiously. Meng Xiaolang smiled faintly. "I've always been fascinated by cars, taking them apart and putting them back together. When I was little, I wanted to know how they worked; now that I'm older, I want to know how to make them run faster." He paused. "In college, I took a part-time job as a car mechanic. After graduation, I found that this line of work was lucrative, so I've been doing it ever since. It was originally just a hobby, but I never expected it to become my livelihood." Qi Qi had a whole host of questions. He had a car at a young age? He drove at such a young age? What did he study in college? Why did he need so much money after graduation ? She looked at him with suspicion. Meng Xiaolang didn't care much about his appearance or clothing; his appearance and clothes could only be described as slovenly. On the other hand, he was composed and generous, and spoke politely and elegantly… Of course, this depended on the context, Qi Qi silently corrected herself. But in any case, his every move suggested that he was a man who had grown up in a good environment, and it wasn't hard to imagine what changes had occurred that had altered him. Qi Qi wanted to ask, but even she knew she shouldn't; it was clearly a minefield. Meng Xiaolang watched Qi Qi unconsciously bite her lower lip, knowing she wanted to ask but dared not. He too had his carefree days, but unfortunately, his father developed an alcoholism, which, along with his career, led to increasing setbacks. It worsened , until one day, he got himself drunk and never woke up again, leaving his mother and son nothing but a mountain of debt. Those were the most difficult days; he worked tirelessly, just to pay off the debts and provide them with a decent meal and a place to live. Now, the debts were paid off, and he had his own life, but he felt that nothing had really changed. Did he like Qi Qi? He didn't want to answer himself. Whether he did or not, it wouldn't make him feel any better. "You sound quite busy, but how come… um… you're so skilled?" Qi Qi blushed slightly. Meng Xiaolang was lost in his memories when Qi Qi suddenly asked this question. He was initially taken aback , then burst into laughter, "Do I like you?" His hands began to fidget again. Qi Qi grabbed his hand. "Stop fooling around, I'm asking you a question!" Meng Xiaolang shrugged. "I haven't had any goals these past two years, so I've been having a bit of a wild time." "Should I pity you?" she said with a smile. "Or is this kind of life just right for you? Playing around, using and discarding, right?" Meng Xiaolang didn't reply, and Qi Qi also fell silent. There were sensitive spots between them. Meng Xiaolang took a bite of watermelon. "What about you? I've only heard Wu Li mention that you study biology. What do you actually do?" Qi Qi's eyes lit up. "My job is to fatten up mice and then give them injections." She laughed as she spoke. "My parents are doctors, the very dedicated kind, so dedicated that they thought their daughter should also study medicine. But I'm a little rebellious and didn't want to follow in their footsteps. So they reluctantly compromised and sent me abroad to study biology. After graduation, my parents helped me find this research institute, and I naturally came here to work." "You're not a local, how could your parents bear to let you go?" "Ha, who told this research institute to be the most famous and richest!" Qi Qi saw him look around the huge house and quickly said, "My parents bought this house." Then she felt that this explanation wasn't quite right, "I didn't want it, they insisted. My job is enough for me to be financially independent. Look, I furnished it myself." She was still not satisfied and added, "Of course, I just started working, so I definitely don't earn as much as you!" Qi Qi didn't know whether she should shut up or shoot herself; maybe shutting up and shooting herself would be easier. Meng Xiaolang found Qi Qi's awkwardness amusing and couldn't help but lift her chin to tease her: "Do you know how much money I make?" Qi Qi remained silent, thank goodness Meng Xiaolang's phone rang, and they didn't have to discuss this incredibly awful . Meng Xiaolang answered the phone, said a few words, and then covered the receiver to indicate that the call was important and he couldn't eat watermelon anymore. He gestured for her to be quiet, then said into the phone, "Yes, I did that order." Qi Qi turned and put the watermelon on the small coffee table next to her. Her knee accidentally brushed against Meng Xiaolang's groin, causing him to twitch and give her a look that told her to behave. He continued into the phone, "Your car has the same brand, but a different model, so it's impossible to modify it exactly the same. And are you sure you want such a big modification? I usually suggest starting small." Qi Qi tried to sit up and leave Meng Xiaolang, but he pressed her down. Qi Qi made a gesture of wiping her mouth before letting her go. She grabbed a towel, first wiping his mouth while he was on the phone, then wiping his feet...

She knelt down, sitting on her heels, leaning against his thighs as she waited for him to make the call. Meng Xiaolang, while playing
with her long, black hair, said into the phone, "Are you sure? You know, this involves altering the chassis,
which could cause problems during the next inspection."

Qi Qi waved her arms idly, and Meng Xiaolang gestured for her to finish quickly. "Do you want to say it over the phone now?
You can come to the dealership tomorrow, and we can discuss it in detail." The person on the other end was clearly insistent, and Meng Xiaolang could only apologize
with his eyes before returning his attention to the phone: "A sunroof isn't out of the question, but
it will affect the car's roof structure, compromising safety. I can modify it, but I don't recommend it."

Qi Qi looked down at Meng Xiaolang's bare feet. His feet were beautiful, each toe arranged neatly
like . Qi Qi reached out and touched them, tracing the instep to his ankle, then couldn't resist slipping her hand inside his jeans
, groping for his calf, and gently tickling it. Meng Xiaolang subconsciously lifted his leg, switched the phone
to his other hand, leaned forward, and pulled her up, pressing her head against the crook of his neck. "The size and effect of the rims completely
depend on what size you want. The smaller, the cheaper. Regular colors are cheaper than chrome. It's all
up to you. I have some samples; you can see them before deciding."

Qi Qi rested her head on Meng Xiaolang's shoulder, her fingertips tracing circles on his chest, playing with his shirt buttons, teasingly unbuttoning
them one by one, revealing his dark, strong shoulders and chest. Qi Qi stuck out her tongue and licked his throat and neck,
tasting the uniquely masculine flavor. She slowly moved down to his chest, sucking on his bare nipple, and Meng Xiaolang
let out a silent groan. "That's right, if you change the rims, then the tires will definitely need to change too. We also have
some samples; you can come see them tomorrow."

She kissed him as she reached down to his jeans, cupping him in her hands, her palms supporting his solid
weight. Qi Qi squeezed, gently rotating the mound, and Meng Xiaolang gritted his teeth, enduring her caresses. Her hand moved upwards,
gently grasping his already erect member. It was too light; he wanted to beg her to apply more pressure, but he was out of breath and
could only hold his breath, waiting and listening to the incessant chatter on the other end of the phone. "It's not that complicated.
Modifying the engine's computer just involves replacing the control chip and updating some settings."

Qi Qi and the person on the other end of the phone seemed unhurried. Her other hand moved to his jeans, one hand grasping
his balls, the other his erection, gradually increasing the pressure. Meng Xiaolang took a deep breath, grabbing that teasing little hand.
He didn't know what he wanted to do—to make her stop or to let her reach inside his pants and feel it properly. Qi Qi
playfully slapped his hand away, the sound of skin hitting skin making a loud noise. She glared at him, telling him to focus on the phone.
Meng Xiaolang could only use the other half of his brain to continue talking into the phone: "Car paint works best. Your car
is white, and if you don't want to change that, you can apply a film. The effect is also very good."

Qi Qi's little mouth moved down again to the base of his ribs, gently nibbling. Her hands were still
roaming . She kissed his navel, her long, black hair cascading over his body and legs. Despite his efforts to remain
still, he couldn't stop his erection from throbbing violently, as if reminding its master to
release . He couldn't continue the phone call; he was a man, not a saint. "The rest is too complicated
to explain over the phone. Let's leave it at that for now, and discuss it in detail when we meet tomorrow."

Meng Xiaolang tossed his phone aside and looked down at Qi Qi, who was kneeling between his legs. She
looked up at him with a smile, a hint of mischief and stubbornness in her eyes. He tried to pull her up. "No." Qi Qi dodged.
"If you touch me, my mind goes blank."

Meng Xiaolang leaned closer: "That's the point, baby."

She raised her hand to block him. "That's not my point."

He didn't touch her, but moved even closer, his bare chest radiating an almost intimidating heat. "What's your point
?"

Qi Qi raised an eyebrow. "Want me to tell you?"

Meng Xiaolang leaned back on the sofa; this woman was definitely trying to drive him crazy.

Qi Qi chuckled. "Actions speak louder than words!"

She went to the waistband of his jeans, reached inside, and slowly moved to the center, caressing and grasping the button. With
a deft flick of her thumb, the button obediently opened. She looked up at Meng Xiaolang; his eyelids were lowered as he watched her
movements, the fire in his eyes making her weak. She slowly unzipped the zipper and found her "point"
throbbing .

Even though the men's underwear was reasonably tight, Qi Qi still needed some effort and skill to
pull it out. She examined it carefully, and Qi Qi couldn't help but smirk. She greeted him softly: "Hi, hello!

" "Qi Qi," Meng Xiaolang said gruffly, "What are you doing?"

"Don't you want it?" She lowered her head and kissed the tip, then raised her head and licked it with her tongue, a clever
test .

Meng Xiaolang couldn't answer; in fact, he couldn't even complete a sentence. He was stiff with pain,
unable move, and she playfully wanted him to cross that line, pushing him to the brink of madness. Meng Xiaolang
silently picked up a sofa cushion and handed it to her.

She placed it under her knees, looking up at him. "You're so considerate."

"I have ulterior motives."

"I can tell."

She smiled sweetly. She stepped back a few paces to a place he couldn't reach, unbuttoned a few buttons on her dress, and swayed
her waist and legs, letting her dress fall to her feet, followed by her underwear. He narrowed his eyes,
staring intently at her.

Qi Qi walked naked in front of him, and Meng Xiaolang immediately reached out. "No, you promised you couldn't touch me."

She knelt again on the cushion between Meng Xiaolang's legs. Her fingers gripped his throbbing erection. Her breath
on it made him even more swollen and unbearable. Then her wet, hot mouth took his tip into her mouth, slowly moving downwards. He
could groan, thankful he was sitting instead of standing. Qi Qi's mouth tightened slightly, her tongue moving slowly.

"Oh my god,"

Qi Qi said, lifting her head with a questioning look.

Meng Xiaolang gasped, "Just like that, more?" His voice was low, hoarse, and devout.

Qi Qi chuckled but didn't speak. She lowered her head, pulled down his pants, and tossed them aside.
Unexpectedly she mischievously avoided his genitals, showering him with a series of light
, wet kisses from his inner thighs to his abdomen. He grumbled in dissatisfaction, but she ignored him. She stopped at the hard, dark hair above his erection
. She opened her mouth, her teeth scraping against his skin. Meng Xiaolang's abdomen contracted in waves, and he couldn't help but gasp.

Qi Qi chuckled, grasping him with her thumb and forefinger. Starting from the base, she kissed her way
up , carefully taking his throbbing head into her mouth. Her lips lingered only on the upper part, sucking slowly and deliberately, her tongue
sometimes pressing against the tip, sometimes circling the edge. After playing for a while, she straightened her body, starting
to slide down and then slowly back up, each time moving a little lower. Whether it was because he was too big or she was too small, Qi Qi
found she couldn't fully take him in. She refused to believe that their sizes could be mismatched. She pressed her head
closer to Meng Xiaolang's abdomen. Although she felt a gag reflex, it seemed like he was fully inside
—perfect! She relaxed.

Qi Qi closed her eyes, inhaling his scent, savoring the feeling of having another Meng Xiaolang in her mouth,
fascinated his silky hardness, her tongue swirling like a cat's in the swollen area. She felt his
body tremble as he played in her mouth, tasting a slightly salty flavor. His breathing became heavy and
rapid as she sucked—it was a kind of power.

And something else. She loved his taste, loved licking his smooth tip, loved caressing his soft
skin, and loved feeling the steely hardness beneath. The act was sensual, primal, and a little mischievous. Her
breasts were slightly swollen, her nipples erect and sensitive. She felt wetness between her legs, so she adjusted her kneeling position
to make herself more comfortable.

She held Meng Xiaolang with one hand, and with the other, she reached under his body. This time, without the fabric of his pants,
lifting him felt like a small bag encasing his two softest little balls, which seemed to be moving around inside. She felt
them rolling around inside, and gently squeezed them, letting them slip between her fingers. His body
grew even harder and tighter under her sucking and caresses. She could continue doing this until he lost control and ejaculated
into her mouth. The thought was incredibly tempting, so she pursed her lips and pulled harder.

Meng Xiaolang closed his eyes, a tremor running through his body, both pleasurable and incredulous. His fingers threaded through her hair
, his large hand cupping her head, but not pressing down, just cradling and caressing it, moving with her. Meng Xiaolang
felt the sweet, moist pressure and movement, heard her sucking sounds, and couldn't help but let out a moan of unbearable pleasure. He
couldn't help but open his eyes and look down. Qi Qi's long black hair was draped over her shoulders, and his swollen erection was constantly moving in and out of her
pink lips, her fair and slender hands encircling it.

This was the most erotic sight he had ever seen.

Meng Xiaolang was so excited that he lost his mind. He suddenly pressed Qi Qi's head down to make her stop, his throat roaring out
the most primal pleasure and satisfaction of a man, and then streams of semen gushed out. "Qi Qi—"

Qi Qi obediently waited for him to calm down, her mouth and tongue trying to move his hardness again, again and again
. She wanted to know what it felt like for him to gradually shrink in her mouth. Just as they were having fun, Meng Xiaolang suddenly pulled
himself out, bent down and quickly scooped her up, startling her into a scream. He carried her to the sofa, and before she could even
catch her breath, he had already pinned her down.

Qi Qi laughed and tried to break free of his embrace, shifting her body beneath him. Meng Xiaolang cupped her face in his hands. "Don't
move, let me take a good look at you."

Qi Qi sensed Meng Xiaolang's seriousness and immediately fell silent. She touched his cheek: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to look at you."

Qi Qi didn't say anything more, her fingers sliding down his shoulders to his arms, then to his back, waist, and hips. She
carefully caressed his body, warm and alluring. Finally, she wrapped her arms around him, her palms flat against his back. "You know what?
The first time I saw you at the auto repair shop, I wanted to do this." She admitted with a smile. "You feel so good."

Meng Xiaolang recalled imagining Qi Qi's black hair swaying between his legs that day, smiled silently, and impulsively
blurted out, "You're so good."

"No way," Qi Qi said dejectedly, "Why bring this up now?"

Meng Xiaolang was taken aback: "What did you say?"

"Whether it's a compliment or an insult, the emphasis is on what comes after 'but.'"

Meng Xiaolang pinched her pink cheek: "What are you thinking about?"

Afraid that she was too heavy and would hurt Qi Qi, he rolled her over so she was lying in his arms, then held her tightly,
saying nothing more. Qi Qi curled up in Meng Xiaolang's arms like a kitten, feeling incredibly warm. Qi Qi had always been quite
confident . She considered herself easygoing, not bad-looking, and a little smart, making it easy for her to get along with people.
In her several relationships, she and her boyfriends got along very well, not only in terms of personality and temperament, but also in terms
of , and of course, sex. However, as relationships went on for a while, disagreements were inevitable,
which led to arguments, and after arguments, they needed to cool down. The longer Qi Qi had time to cool off, the less she cared about the future of the
relationship . A previous boyfriend accused her of just playing around and therefore didn't care about breaking up. She felt wronged; she
cared, but she couldn't find that "must-be-together" feeling.

Meng Xiaolang's appearance was an accident, and what happened between them was an even bigger one. He was arrogant, rude,
unkempt, and unpredictable, hot and cold towards her. She didn't know how to get along with him, especially
a complex man with a lot of past experiences, radiating danger. Usually, at this point, she would be
self-aware and choose to distance herself without hesitation. But Meng Xiaolang was different; she didn't want to detour, she wanted to follow him. She
didn't know how difficult it would be. Usually, "difficulty" wasn't a big deal for her; she learned quickly, and with
a little and time, she could accomplish many difficult things. But what about Meng Xiaolang?

Qi Qi's eyelids began to droop, her mind a little confused; she needed to sleep for a while before thinking. In her hazy state, she
felt Meng Xiaolang pick her up and put her on the bed. Would he leave? She wanted to open her eyes, but she was too tired and
eventually fell into a deep sleep.

Four: He wanted her; and she was willing to let

Qi Qi open her eyes in the morning sunlight at any time. Seeing Meng Xiaolang dressed neatly, sitting on the edge of the bed smiling at her,
Qi Qi was momentarily stunned. He slept with her last night? How come she didn't feel anything? She must be
even more tired than she thought. Qi Qi propped herself up on one elbow, the blanket sliding down to her waist. Her long black hair cascaded over
her fair shoulders, messy and unrestrained. Her breasts were round and high, with pink nipples standing erect on her brownish-red areolas
. She was the most alluring woman he had ever seen. Meng Xiaolang turned and stood up: "Are you hungry? I bought some
breakfast."

Qi Qi dawdled, and when she arrived at the table, Meng Xiaolang was on the phone while casually writing something. He stopped...
He told her to sit down and eat, then continued talking on the phone. Meng Xiaolang had already eaten and didn't
wait for her. Qi Qi knew what was coming would eventually happen; she silently drank her milk, knowing Meng Xiaolang would still leave.

Sure enough, after Qi Qi finished eating and was cleaning up the dishes in the kitchen, Meng Xiaolang hung up the phone and came to the kitchen door. He hesitated
for a moment: "I have to go."

Qi Qi nodded: "Okay."

"If you need any help, remember to contact me."

"Okay."

Meng Xiaolang paused for a few seconds, "Do you want me to leave my phone number?"

Qi Qi shook her head, "No need. If you wanted to, you would have given it to me already."

His face tightened, and he turned to walk towards the door. He

could get angry over something like this; Qi Qi was a little annoyed. Not even a goodbye kiss.

Meng Xiaolang grabbed the doorknob, opened the door, took a step out, then pulled back and closed the door again. He strode up to
Qi Qi, opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't make a sound.

Qi Qi stared at him. "Ask away!"

After a long pause, Meng Xiaolang finally said through gritted teeth, "Qi Qi, I have nothing."

Qi Qi found it somewhat ridiculous: "You know what I want?"

"You only want good things, and good things are always expensive."

Qi Qi was taken aback. "You mean I'm extravagant and wasteful?"

He was digging a hole for himself.

"No, I mean only good things are worthy of you."

Qi Qi remained surprised. "You mean I want a mansion, a luxury car, clothes, a handbag, cosmetics?"

He was digging a huge hole for himself.

Before Meng Xiaolang could speak, Qi Qi laughed instead: "However, I do like to cry in a BMW.
After all, with a BMW, it should be easy to find a bicycle to laugh on."

Meng Xiaolang was quite annoyed. "That's not my point."

After saying that, they both paused, simultaneously remembering what had happened after they got to the point last night. Qi Qi blushed
slightly , and Meng Xiaolang even took a step forward to hug Qi Qi. But she quickly dodged, avoiding his hand, and
stood two steps away from him.

"No." She said seriously, "Like you said, I have a lot of flaws, and you have this
'nothing' problem. We'd probably just be wasting our time. We're not compatible at all, we'd always be
arguing and fighting, and maybe we wouldn't even last a week before breaking up and going our separate ways. Not to mention, my parents
would probably rather kill me than see me with you."

"But," Qi Qi changed the subject, staring at him, "I need to know—are you willing to fight for it?"

Meng Xiaolang stared at her silently for a long time, then turned and left. Qi Qi went to the window and watched his retreating figure. On the
bright side , he didn't say no.

Two days later, Qi Qi received a text message from an unknown number with only one word: Okay.

Qi Qi knew it was him, knew what it meant. If they didn't even have this much understanding between them, then
there was no point in talking about the future. But what would happen in the future? She didn't know how far they could go. That was a question that could only be answered after they had gone far
. She had never been with a man like Meng Xiaolang before. They were too different, and apart from sex, they
seemed unable to find any harmony. Of course, so far, they haven't done much besides sex.

She didn't know what Meng Xiaolang planned to do next. Every day, she hoped Meng Xiaolang would come to her, call
her, or even send an email, but he seemed to have vanished. Qi Qi
remained outwardly calm, but inwardly she felt like crying; it seemed that only now did she dare to be
a little temperamental with him.

Qi Qi wavered between whether or not to take the initiative to find Meng Xiaolang, a situation that lasted for two weeks. Qi
Qi decided not to wait any longer. While packing her things in the office, she wondered whether to call him after work
or try her luck at the auto repair shop. Just as she was about to shut down her computer and leave, the landline rang. "Qi Qi,
someone is looking for you at the gate. He says his surname is Meng."

Qi Qi was overjoyed; he had finally come, and even found her office. She quickly said,
"Let him in."

The gatekeeper was clearly reluctant: "Are you sure? I'd rather he wait at the gate."

"Of course I'm sure... we made an appointment." A little lie wouldn't hurt.

Qi Qi hung up the phone and rushed into the dressing room as fast as she could. She quickly fixed her hair, grabbed
lipstick and a makeup box, and completed her fastest light makeup ever. Thank goodness Meng Xiaolang had the same idea as her; in case
she might need to see him after work, she had specifically chosen a new skirt suit that morning. She unbuttoned
one , then thought for a moment and unbuttoned the other. After putting on her high heels, she hesitated whether to change her stockings to black, but she
could almost hear the elevator going up. Qi Qi checked herself in the mirror one last time, making sure everything was okay, before
steadying her steps, calming her breathing, and slowly walking out.

When Qi Qi saw Meng Xiaolang, she almost didn't recognize him. He was clean, but his obviously overgrown hair
was a messy tangle, and his beard looked like it hadn't been shaved for days. He was wearing an old t-shirt and beach shorts,
with worn-out sandals on his feet. He looked like a homeless person who hadn't slept for days. No, Qi Qi secretly corrected herself. If
you included his cold face and serious eyes, he looked more like a murderer on the run for years.

Just then, the director and Xia Yan walked over from the other end of the corridor, both of them stunned to see Meng Xiaolang. Xia Yan frowned and
looked at the security guard with great displeasure. The security guard was a little flustered: "He said he came to see Qi Qi."

Several people looked at Qi Qi at the same time. Qi Qi's cheeks flushed slightly: "Of course, he is..." Qi Qi
paused . Meng Xiaolang raised his eyebrows, waiting for her to continue. "He is my boyfriend."

Everyone was obviously more willing to believe that this man came to rob or cause trouble, and they all showed expressions of disbelief.
Meng Xiaolang didn't know where that warm and sweet feeling in his body came from, or where it went. Was it his heart,
or his alter ego? He restrained himself and just said lazily, "I came to pick you up from work. Are you ready? We
can go."

Qi Qi nodded and walked up to him, putting her hand in his palm. The two of them standing together, one looked like
a cover girl , and the other... looked more like a murderer. At this point, the director, being more experienced, coughed and said, "Qi Qi
is a good girl, you should treat her well. If she doesn't like you anymore, we have plenty of excellent young men here
!"

Meng Xiaolang smiled without any hint of a smile and said, "She can't get rid of me, let those excellent young men try."

After saying goodbye to a few people, Meng Xiaolang pulled her and turned to leave. As they reached the elevator, Qi Qi was stopped by Xia Yan.
Finding an excuse, he pulled Qi Qi aside and deliberately lowered his voice, saying, "Qi Qi, is there anything I can help you with?"

Before Qi Qi could answer, Meng Xiaolang suddenly appeared in front of them, shook off Xia Yan's hand holding Qi Qi's, and pulled
her into his arms. Meng Xiaolang had never seen this young man before, but his eyes and voice were enough for him to be certain that
the person in front of him was the one who had abandoned Qi Qi on the mountain that day. He snorted and glared at him fiercely: "She has me,
what can you help her with?"

Qi Qi gave him a little push on the waist to make him behave, exchanged a few polite words with Xia Yan, and then hurriedly left. She
pulled Meng Xiaolang all the way to the main road before letting go, laughing so hard she almost fell over. Qi Qi clenched her fist and punched him
twice: "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"

Meng Xiaolang pretended not to understand: "On purpose what?"

Qi Qi continued to laugh: "You deliberately dressed like a murderer to come to me, deliberately talked to the police chief like that, and
that's the police chief!"

"That old man? A lecherous old man."

"He's married."

"He's a married lecherous old man."

"He's almost sixty."

"He's a sixty-year-old married lecherous old man."

Qi Qi rolled her eyes and punched him again. "Ugh," she thought for a moment and laughed again. "Xia Yan might actually
think you're going to kill him."

Meng Xiaolang couldn't help but laugh at this point, stroking his stubble. "I guess I could have
done better."

The two of them chuckled as they walked to Meng Xiaolang's car. Qi Qi looked at the car in front of her with a puzzled expression. "Is this yours?"
Meng Xiaolang opened the car door for her to get in, then walked around the front of the car and climbed into the driver's seat. "Yeah, I bought it and couldn't resist
modifying it a bit. This is the first time I'm driving it out today, taking you for a ride."

Qi Qi was a little surprised. "You haven't done anything for two weeks, just fiddling with this car?"

Meng Xiaolang shrugged. "Since I said 'okay,' I have to do something."

"Do something? Tell me, what did you mean when you said 'nothing' the other day?" She
waved . "This is quite different from 'nothing'."

Meng Xiaolang glanced at her: "Compared to you."

Qi Qi looked incredulous: "You don't want me because of this?"

Meng Xiaolang knew he was being a bit foolish: "Of course I want you. It's just... look at you, look at me,
what can I give you that you don't have?"

Qi Qi was silent for a moment, then smiled sweetly: "Okay, let me think about what I want from you. If you really
can't give it to me, it's not too late to dump you then."

Strangely, Qi Qi's words made Meng Xiaolang feel much better. He pretended to be a little hurt:
"You should ask me what I want?"

Qi Qi said softly: "I'll give you whatever you want. If there's anything I really can't give you, you can dump me."

The tense atmosphere in the car eased. Meng Xiaolang pulled Qi Qi to his side and kissed her: "Where do you want
to go?"

"The reservoir, not too far, not too close, and we can swim."

Meng Xiaolang didn't say much more, started the engine, and drove towards the suburbs. He stared intently at the road, occasionally turning
to give her a wry smile. Qi Qi thought Meng Xiaolang was incredibly handsome. If she had magic, she would definitely turn herself into
his steering wheel right now. Qi Qi stopped her wild thoughts, telling herself, "Is it really necessary? Why am I acting like a
little kid who ?

" Qi Qi opened her bag, took out a chocolate, unwrapped it, and held it to Meng Xiaolang's lips: "Do you like this car?"

Meng Xiaolang opened his mouth and put the candy and his finger in his mouth. "It's alright."

Qi Qi smiled and pulled her hand away: "What level is 'alright'?"

"It's nowhere near as good as you."

"Why don't you pick one that's not so bad?"

"Didn't you say you were going to cry in a BMW? I'll find you a good spot first."

"Maybe I'm crying right now," Qi Qi put her hand on his shoulder and added, "I'm crying really hard."

Meng Xiaolang was silent for a moment. "I'm driving!"

Qi Qi retreated to her seat, putting on an indifferent look. "Oh, I was just saying."

Of course, she wasn't just saying it. Qi Qi placed her bag at her feet, loosened her hair which had been styled in a bun,
and let it fall loose. She then kicked off her high heels and stretched her legs out onto the car's windowsill. Her skirt slid down, revealing her long, slender, white legs.
Her toes rubbed against her calves, moving up and down slowly, the view beneath her skirt tantalizingly visible. Her long, curved black eyelashes trembled slightly, and
a faint smile played on her lips.

Meng Xiaolang proved in two minutes that his car was far inferior to Qi Qi's. He found a good spot to park, and
as soon as he turned off the engine, he eagerly pulled Qi Qi close, his face pressed against hers. He kissed her all the way to her neck, then
her inner thighs, his fingers pressing directly against them. The warm, moist flesh made Meng Xiaolang chuckle softly. Qi Qi
tilted her head back, allowing him to kiss her more thoroughly: "Testing me? I'm always direct and honest with you."

"I know." His heart warmed, and he buried his head in Qi Qi's chest, kissing and rubbing against her through her clothes.

The atmosphere in the car grew increasingly intense with desire. Qi Qi mumbled, "We're going to the reservoir. I heard it's fun
and good for your health."

Meng Xiaolang pulled her closer, saying in a low voice, "I think we can do something even more fun
and good for your health."

"Not going?"

"It doesn't matter where you go."

Qi Qi chuckled. He wanted her; and she was willing to give herself to him anytime.

She looked down at the sides of the seat. "Why is the seat back?"

"I'll do it. This is the first thing I'll try!"

Meng Xiaolang went to the passenger seat, adjusted the position, and then pulled Qi Qi into his arms, letting her legs rest over
the handbrake and gearshift on the driver's seat. He took off his shirt. While kissing her, he couldn't wait to strip her naked.
After being separated for half a month, they could no longer suppress their desire for each other. Their reunion was like dry tinder,
igniting instantly.

Meng Xiaolang held her waist and lifted her up, turning her towards him. As soon as she sat on his lap, he kissed her lips
again . Although the car was parked discreetly, he couldn't act without restraint. Meng Xiaolang picked up a shirt and draped it over
Qi Qi, covering her bare back. He grabbed Qi Qi's breasts, kneading and circling them, then brought them to his mouth and sucked hard.
Qi Qi let out a heart-wrenching whimper. Meng Xiaolang's hand gradually slid down her ribs to her waist,
one hand grasping her buttocks, the other moving between her legs, slipping his fingers between her lips. A surge of excitement rose within her, and her
body immediately reacted instinctively to his touch.

Meng Xiaolang lowered his body, letting Qi Qi straddle his hips. She guided his erection to
where it needed to be, trying to press down. She felt herself gradually being stretched open, and she looked down to examine herself. The smooth, rosy tip of his
penis disappeared into her black, curly pubic hair. His hand was still beneath her, finding her swollen clitoris,
slowly massaging it while feeding his erection into her. With each inch of penetration, the speed of his caresses increased. When
he was finally fully inside her, her whimper turned into a sob, and tears involuntarily streamed down her face. He kissed her, taking
her helpless cries into his mouth.

Qi Qi was stretched open, extremely full. She rotated her hips against him, hoping for more. He grasped
her buttocks and adjusted her position slightly, letting her body press against him at just the right angle.

He whispered, "Let me."

She couldn't speak, only nod.

Meng Xiaolang withdrew slightly, holding her buttocks: "Hold on, hold on tight."

She held her breath and did as he said, feeling his thumb touch her clitoris. She groaned, lifting her hips to meet his
fingers. He pushed down into her; upward, he steadied himself at the top. Down, his thumb
pressed against her most sensitive spot. With each thrust, a groan escaped his throat.
Was his sensation as intense as hers? The pleasure of control overwhelmed her, yet she was not satisfied. Qi Qi pressed her hips down, pressing closer to Meng Xiaolang,
swaying repeatedly, hoping he would get closer and deeper, faster and faster, with greater amplitude. Meng Xiaolang's thumb
pressed firmly against her, grinding in rhythm with her movements. Her mind gradually went blank, she only felt her stomach churning,
trembling uncontrollably. Something inside her was itching and teasing her. She sped up, trying to catch it, but it
deftly dodged and bumped against her. Qi Qi went faster and faster, unable to help but cry out, "No." Until it receded into the distance and gradually
disappeared, she collapsed against him, sobbing softly, "It ran away."

Meng Xiaolang supported Qi Qi, smiling as he watched her tears flow like a child whose candy had been snatched away. He loved
her after her orgasm, the passionate red patches on her shoulders and chest, sexy and alluring. Her tears had somehow
aroused him, something he'd never experienced with any other woman. He didn't
slow his pace because of her climax; instead, he pulled her deeper, tighter inside her. She tried to move, tried to respond,
but he held her firmly. She threw her head back, moaning, spreading her knees wider, letting him do as he pleased. He gritted
his teeth, his hands gripping her hips tightly, thrusting relentlessly into her. A pure, almost painful pleasure
spread outwards from his relentless thrusting, growing stronger with each breath. Finally, it reached its peak in a violent outburst.

Inside the car, passion filled the air. As

night fell, Meng Xiaolang and Qi Qi finally returned to the mountain forest where they had their first passionate encounter. Neither of them were unfamiliar with
the area . But somehow, with this person by their side, and this little incident,
the scenery felt completely different. They strolled hand-in-hand along the mountain paths, passing
by , including many couples as deeply in love as they were.

The affairs between men and women, in their entirety, end with either coming together or breaking up, but how they begin can be incredibly varied and
fascinating. Thinking about this, both of them felt a little embarrassed, as if they could have done things better. A formal
introduction, polite conversation, gradual understanding… But then they realized, if things hadn't gone that way,
how could they possibly be together now? Most likely, Meng Xiaolang would still be playing with cars, and Qi Qi would still be feeding mice, living the most
ordinary lives, secretly praying that tomorrow they would meet that compatible, inseparable person.

—【The End】—

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