Urban Romance (A Useless Man Gets Attracted Peach Blossoms) (Complete) - 5

47. The chrysanthemum, resisting,
blooms on a rounded body. A spirited warrior cannot wield his sword; his rounded buttocks have long since shriveled, and the layers of ravines are, in fact, obstacles.
I continue crawling; in this dry and dim world, crawling is a torment. The ravines are somewhat damp, but progress is still difficult. I quicken my pace, hoping to use speed to make the spirit tremble. Water begins to flow in the ravines; I know it's physiological, not spiritual. The road is muddy, but it encourages gliding.
With each impact, the spirit begins to sway. Her breasts sway rhythmically, and her peaks begin to blush. The physiological reaction opens the spirit completely. Sliding in, sliding out, I begin to go mad in despair, without any strategy, even crashing into the wooden gate again and again.
I am not afraid of breaking my halberd; the water is already gushing out wildly. In the midst of this frenzied battle, I suddenly enter a strange world.
That world was so unfamiliar, its layers of folds as strong as springs, confining me. I could only cautiously peek inside before quickly withdrawing. Suddenly,
DouDou relaxed, and before I could fully retreat, its softness, like gravity, instantly drew me back.
Like a young boy seeing something new, I bumped around aimlessly, only to be drawn in by this even stronger contraction.
I rushed in, then suddenly realized I was going the wrong way, wanting to retreat, but this unfamiliar world drew me forward. I plunged in all the way.
A groan mixed with a scream; the spirit finally awoke, trembling violently, its folds contracting, the unfamiliar world beginning to soothe the stranger. With the aid of sweat, the two merged together.
I smiled and said, "You're finally awake." DouDou said, "I feel dirty, just like Glasses said."
I said, "You're not dirty, you're my pure angel."
DouDou gave a bitter laugh and said, "You've taken my last bit of purity."
I didn't know what to say, perhaps as an excuse, so I said, "I stumbled upon you by accident, but I did wake you up."
DouDou looked up, laughing and crying, and said, "Am I really that slutty?"
I said, "It was our first time, and you were still a virgin." DouDou said, "But I really am bad. I even slept with you on the train. I'm not like a good girl at all." I explained, "That was because of your playful nature."
DouDou laughed and cried, and said, "Do you still want more?" I said, "Yes, I want you for a lifetime." Saying that, I hugged her tightly.
Holding this mature, flowing woman, I intensified my exploration of this strange world. The fairy moaned; she had completely degenerated into a butterfly, fluttering about.
The strange world itself seemed very welcoming; it had completely embraced this stranger. It was the familiar person who was jealous, and the jealousy grew stronger and stronger. I could only try to soothe myself. The familiar wooden gate, the familiar flower path, the familiar stream, the familiar door knocker—everything was so familiar. But once inside, it felt strange. Familiar people suddenly seemed unfamiliar, almost unwelcoming. The wooden gate was slightly ajar, and even after knocking, it wouldn't open. Only the stream flowed gently out. Following the stream into the room, the air felt tense. There were no hugs, no greetings, only a shy, awkward feeling.
I didn't dare disturb them and quietly withdrew.
Dou Dou said, "Go in." I said, "She doesn't welcome you."
Dou Dou said, "What happens after someone dies?"
I said, "A ghost."
Dou Dou said, "You're still superstitious. What if you come back to life?"
I smiled and said, "That's rebirth."
Dou Dou murmured, "Rebirth is just being born. A newborn baby is bound to be a little shy."
I gently pushed the door open again and went in. Nothing had changed inside. Curious, I ran amok, running wild in all directions without restraint. Suddenly, the flowers in the vase bloomed, music began to play softly, and a light rain began to fall.
A pair of delicate, dewy breasts, like jade peaches, trembled slightly. The large, hemispherical peaks of her breasts were exceptionally soft in line, their skin remarkably white, smooth and shimmering with a luminous sheen. The pointed nipples curled slightly upwards, the two small, round, rosy points like two blooming red plum blossoms standing proudly in the dazzling sunlight amidst a blanket of white snow.
I had long forgotten myself, focusing solely on relentlessly pounding into this fiery body, each thrust drawing blood, each stroke penetrating to the very bottom. I began to revel in DouDou's ecstatic moans, her trembling body, and her involuntary contractions.
Like a duck eating a caterpillar, I sucked it in, then spat it out, then swallowed it again, it swirled back and forth in her mouth, my tongue striking incessantly, perfectly in sync with the melody of music—beautiful yet agonizing, tingling yet soul-stirring.
DouDou said, "You seem a little shy with me."
She twisted her body, pressing closer to me.
I said, "Three years, a thousand days and nights."
Dou Dou smiled faintly and said, "I've forgotten how you feel, but I've never forgotten your scent."
I smiled and said, "I know how you feel, but I don't dare break your peace. Your peace makes me feel peaceful too, but I've always hoped for something, but I don't know what it should be."
Dou Dou curled up in my arms and whispered, "I know you care about me, but I'm really at peace now. In the beginning, especially in your office, I almost couldn't control myself, but it got better later."
Dou Dou's chest heaved, and I could feel her trembling. "Dou Dou said, "Can the victory be maintained?" I said, "Do you mean now, or before?"
Dou Dou said, "I don't know. I only know that I'm happy and joyful when you hold me, but I don't know what this is."
I knew her confusion and my current role. Suddenly realizing my own despicable nature, I quietly moved a piece.
Dou Dou seemed to realize something and said, "Don't come out, I like you inside."
I said, "I'm already soft." Dou Dou said, "I like it soft, like a worm, with a slight sensation, but no waves." "I said, 'That's what you said the first time.'
Dou Dou looked up and said, 'Isn't this the first time?'
I couldn't help but be immersed in past memories. Dou Dou seemed to exist in my world, vague and indistinct. But today I saw Xiao Dingdong and Liu Fang.
Dingdong and Liu Fang were playing a duet on the piano—'The Four Seasons.
' Yo-Yo Ma's cello made this piece by the Italian violinist Antonio Vivaldi very popular. Vivaldi died in poverty, and 'The Four Seasons' was squandering Vivaldi's talent.
I sat on the sofa, listening quietly. I closed my eyes and savored Yo-Yo Ma's poetic sentiment in my mind:
Sunlight penetrated the entire city, and that person was still napping on a bench in the maple forest in the park as usual. This afternoon, a gentle breeze was blowing, and even on a warm day, it felt warm. The maple forest finally turned red, like it was stained with blood, large and small." The red leaves, fluttering in the wind, left the branches like red butterflies dancing in the air... The ground was also covered in red; nature had laid out this magnificent red carpet to welcome the arrival of autumn.
Large flakes of leaves fell upon him, but did not wake him from his dream. He simply turned over, embracing the fallen leaves. He seemed very happy, as if holding something he cherished. Soon, the chair was piled high with red leaves, like a red blanket covering him. He seemed to feel this care, and a slight smile appeared on his lips; perhaps he was dreaming of beautiful memories. A soft "thump" startled him awake. As he stood up, red leaves fell one after another. He carefully picked up the zither case that had fallen over, slowly stood up, and gazing at this breathtaking crimson, he was completely captivated.
A beautiful melody drifted from the maple forest; it was him, playing with abandon in this red world. The music, pulling autumn by the hand, drew her closer. Flocks of red butterflies danced in the air, the crimson hue enveloping the entire maple forest, enveloping him, allowing only a few rays of gold to filter through. It was his duet with autumn, they resonated, they danced together. He was autumn's messenger in this red, the cello's trembling, the fingers' dancing, the heart's throbbing. He and autumn were performing a "Double Violin Sacrifice."
Autumn had arrived, in his dance with autumn, it had arrived...
But I think it should be more like this:
The sun burns the entire summer, the tall locust trees are scorched, emitting the groans of "cicadas." Sunflowers bloom. Two round discs bravely face the sun, their petals vibrant, displaying themselves without reservation. This is the bravest flower, its heart facing the sun without a trace of shyness, yearning for more heat.
The locust blossoms whispered shyly in the shade. Even with the disturbance of butterflies and insects, they refused to peek through a crack in their hearts, yet they too were unwilling to be lonely, able to sense each other from five miles away. After releasing their fragrance, they fell, gently drifting down, a few petals scattered on the ground, the heart dying in the process.
Occasionally, a few leaves would sacrifice themselves, swirling and dancing with their last breath.
The sunflowers seemed to awaken, swaying in the wind. Not graceful, but strong; not alluring, but full of vitality. They themselves did not possess musical talent, but when the cicadas arrived, the crickets came, and all the notes of the world combined under the blazing sun, playing a passionate melody. This summer, every life sang aloud.
Intoxicated. Intoxicated in a dream.
Liu Fang got off the piano bench and rushed into my arms, shamelessly plunging his tongue into my mouth. Dingdong glanced at me, then giggled and went into the kitchen.
Liu Fang said, "I've missed you so much! My mom called, she wants to meet you, her son-in-law."
I was stunned. It's perfectly normal for a mother-in-law to meet her son-in-law, but I wasn't prepared at all.
Seeing my awkward look, Liu Fang said, "Can you pretend for once? My sister's here too."
I said, "They're coming to Beijing?"
Liu Fang laughed and said, "They're already here, don't be surprised. I've already rented another two-bedroom apartment, just waiting for you to come over."
I smiled, but before I could say anything, Liu Fang said, "Since you agreed, I'm going to take a shower first. Tonight I'm going to spoil you rotten."
Dingdong came out laughing, the late-night snack smelled delicious.
"It's all your fault," Dingdong said, touching me with a wicked smile.
I stepped forward and touched her breasts, laughing, "I'm just teasing you."
Little Dingdong laughed and tried to dodge, hiding behind the sofa, but she couldn't escape my grasp. She sat on the floor, panting, and said, "I didn't get enough earlier. Liu Fang's breasts are quite large."
I gently touched them, laughing, "They're still a little smaller than yours." Little Dingdong looked at me with a hint of jealousy, unsure whether to be happy or worried, and said lightly, "But you won't be able to touch them tonight. Liu Fang has already booked you."
I said, "I've become something, you can book me as you please."
Little Dingdong laughed and said, "Then you're not something, you are..."
Dingdong was already laughing so hard she was doubled over. She grabbed what was inside her and started sucking on it.
"I'm going to make you weak tonight," Dingdong panted, completely ignoring the pain in her throat, her buttocks sticking out like two small hills.
I took a gift box from my bag and said to Xiao Dingdong, "I'll give you something."
Xiao Dingdong stood up, opened the package, and exclaimed, "What a beautiful necklace!"
I quickly covered her mouth, shushed her, and whispered, "This necklace is so beautiful, and it makes you look so elegant!"
I reached out and held the pendant. Against the snow-white background, the pendant's pattern was vividly colored. The pendant was made of oak, depicting a mandarin duck standing on a lotus flower, its neck drooping and its beak holding a loosely tied love knot. Dingdong looked at it, her eyes sparkling.
Xiao Dingdong's breasts were already large, and with the necklace, they resembled Mount Fuji. Against the snow-white background, two rosy nipples were like azaleas spitting blood, softly singing, "Come and touch it."

48. A Trial Before Double Flight
I couldn't help but gently touch it, carefully counting the clear veins on the smooth fat, one by one, line by line. As I counted, I reached down, looking at the soft pubic hair. Just as I was about to count further in, Xiao Dingdong laughed.
"What's this called?"
I asked. "It's a lovely name, called 'Mandarin Duck Knot'." Little Dingdong kissed me and said softly, "This is the first gift you've ever given me."
Her face flushed with excitement, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and she whimpered, yet laughed, bouncing around like a child, her breasts bobbing up and down.
I couldn't resist hugging her. She nestled in my arms and cried, murmuring, "I'm so happy." Tears streamed down her face.
I felt a surge of tenderness and quickly kissed her tearful eyes. Dingdong giggled, then suddenly said, "I want you now, I miss you."
Dingdong's alluring red lips made me lose myself, but I remained clear-headed, smiling as I said, "Liu Fang is taking a shower, you don't want her to see, do you?"
Little Dingdong laughed and said, "Then let's talk about it." She then bent over, pulled down her pants, and a patch of brown pubic hair suddenly came into view.
I laughed and said, "Can I lick you?" Little Dingdong, however, insisted, "I want you to do me. Liu Fang wants you to do me, so why can't I?" I couldn't resist and went in.
The valley was very sensitive; it cried out at the slightest touch, louder than usual. In no time, I ejaculated. She immediately started eating, making me feel numb and tingly, from the ravine to the crater at the summit, leaving no spot untouched. She even gently teased the crater, then suddenly tightened her grip. Her thin lips, like the golden headband on Sun Wukong's head, pressed down, causing the golden cudgel to gradually lose its power. A stream of lava shot out from the crater, spraying directly onto Little Dingdong's red lips.
Little Dingdong opened her mouth and took it all in, from the tip to the entire shaft, not a drop left. She even smiled at me, sticking out her tongue to show off the thick fluid in her mouth before swallowing it down.
I zipped up my pants; there were a few drops of liquid on them, quite noticeable. Dingdong wiped it a few times with a piece of paper, but the paper scraps stuck to it, making it even more obvious. Dingdong then wiped it with her hands, which were already wet, making things worse.
Just then, Liu Fang came out in her pajamas, half of her breasts exposed. Seeing us, she asked, "What are you doing?" Dingdong wasn't embarrassed at all, and said with a smile, "We're playing a game."
Dingdong took her hand away from me but then pressed it down again. Liu Fang looked at us and said, "What kind of game is that? Don't you know how shameful?" I laughed and said, "We played rock-paper-scissors, and whoever loses gets punished. I've been having bad luck, always losing. She even made me massage her. Luckily, she finally lost, but then she..."
Dingdong stood up and said with a smile, "I don't want to massage you. I'll show you how Liu Fang deals with you." Liu Fang acted as if she hadn't seen anything, and took Dingdong's arm, saying, "Sister Wen, he just bullies us. Let's punish him together."
I lay down on the sofa, Liu Fang held down my upper body, and Dingdong held down my legs, pinching me every now and then. I didn't resist, wanting to see what they were up to. I pinned them down. They didn't struggle, and after a moment of stunned silence, Liu Fang suddenly kissed me, a tear falling onto my face.
I said, "Auntie, please forgive me. I won't bully you anymore." Liu Fang said, "I want you to bully me. What am I supposed to do if you don't?" I said, "Can you get up and talk to me? I can't take the weight anymore."
Liu Fang chuckled. She took Dingdong's arm and they went into the room.
I sat on the sofa, idly watching a soap opera. In the drama, Bao Gong's face was whiter and more handsome, except for the crescent moon on his forehead. He was surrounded by beautiful women and even seemed to have martial arts skills. I really didn't know how they wrote it. Luckily, the story was very engaging, and the women were beautiful, making it a relaxing watch. After a while, two girls came out, their faces beaming with sweet smiles, though you could still see tear tracks on their cheeks.
Seeing the two women immediately dampened my spirits. Liu Fang laughed and said, "Don't look so gloomy, cheer up! You're meeting your mother-in-law tomorrow!"
I said, "Tomorrow? That's too soon! This requires double preparation, both material and mental, but I'm not prepared at all."
Liu Fang said, "No need to prepare. It seems your mother has even prepared a gift for you."
I said, "That's really putting me in a difficult position." Liu Fang laughed and said, "So I'll reward you tonight, take good care of you, make you comfortable and happy, so you'll have a good mood tomorrow."
I quickly grabbed Liu Fang's hand, stopping her from saying, "Li Wen is here, be mindful of appearances."
Liu Fang laughed and said, "Why weren't you mindful of appearances earlier? Sister Wen told me, it's just a little thing between you young people, what's there to be embarrassed about?"
Li Wen's face flushed. This was the first time I'd ever seen this little girl blush. I took Li Wen's hand, feeling guilty and unsure what to do. But she was thinking about how to reward me, and immediately two smooth bodies appeared in my mind, pressed tightly against me. I didn't know where to put my hand, so I started touching her randomly.
Seeing my malicious gaze, Xiao Dingdong said, "What are you thinking about now? Your mind is definitely full of dirty thoughts."
Liu Fang said, "Judging from your wicked smile, I've decided to sleep with Sister Wen tonight. You'll be all alone in your room. Now you know what your reward will be." With that, she chuckled and went into the room.
Watching the two of them go inside, I lay down on the bed and fell asleep. So many things happened today, so much helplessness; only sleep could offer me escape.
Lying in bed, I couldn't close my eyes. I wasn't thinking about the two women, but about how to face my "mother-in-law" tomorrow. I'd only ever met other people's mothers-in-law, never my own. Although Liu Fang said she was just pretending, she was incredibly nervous. I didn't know if she really wanted to get married, but what if she didn't?
Just then, a figure quietly slipped into my room. The light inside made it hard to see who it was, but her shapely figure and subtle fragrance gave her away.
I knew it was Liu Fang; her scent and footsteps were very familiar. Liu Fang didn't immediately slip into my bed, but gently straddled me, looking at my face. I know my face has no appeal to women; I'm not handsome, and even if my eyes are bright, they're closed. Liu Fang murmured to herself, "How could I bear to leave you alone?" With that, she gently lifted my blanket and slipped into bed.
I'm used to deep sleep, that's when I relax. Because of this, I've had a funny experience with colleagues on business trips, but this is my own home. She also undressed, and the coolness I felt was immediately replaced by heat.
She gently stroked me, laughing, "Don't pretend to be asleep, that thing is all erect." I had to open my eyes, laughing, "Men can do that even in their sleep." Liu Fang, being younger, asked curiously, "You mean you can get it erect in your sleep, and actively seek out the blankets?"
“I didn’t want to actively seek it out, but the bed has already actively sought out its target.”
Liu Fang laughed, then stopped after a while and immediately asked, “Were you doing that with Sister Wen just now?” I could tell from her tone that she hadn’t noticed, so I laughed and asked back, “Weren’t you eavesdropping?”
Liu Fang said, “When I came out, I saw her eating you. I was extremely shocked. You know, Sister Wen is very great in my heart. She is both my sister and my teacher. Without her, no matter how hard I tried, I wouldn’t have been able to get into night school. But when I saw her eating you, my heart immediately ached.”
Even in the moonlight, I could sense that Liu Fang’s expression must have been very serious, but I didn’t become serious. My lips first kissed her soft ears and ivory-carved neck with gentleness and then fervor. My large hands first gently caressed her full breasts, her tender nipples and rounded nipples, and even gently stroked and kneaded her plump and round buttocks and the exquisite and translucent valley between them.
Hearing her heavy breathing and rhythmic hip movements, I laughed and said, "You've fallen in love with me?"
Liu Fang gave a coquettish laugh and said, "You're so naughty! I've been yours for a long time, and always will be." I stroked Liu Fang's back and murmured, "I might not be a good husband. I really don't know if I can have a family."
Liu Fang kept muttering something, but before my eyes flashed images of women, women with whom I had very deep feelings. I loved them, and they loved me, but I missed them all. Dou Dou's tearful eyes still appeared in my dreams from time to time. Was I really not worthy of her love?
Seeing no reaction, Liu Fang touched me hard and said resentfully, "I only know you're good to me, but you still haven't told me if you and Sister Wen did 'that'?"
I turned around and unconsciously said, "Yes, we did, we did it a long time ago." I regretted it as soon as I said it, afraid that Liu Fang would be angry, so I quickly hugged her and whispered, "I'm sorry, we're classmates, it's fine at school."
Liu Fang said, "I know, Sister Wen also told me, but..." She paused and then said, "I don't care, I've really fallen in love with you. From now on, as long as you like me, that's enough. I want to do better than Sister Wen." As she spoke, she looked at me and murmured, "Will you really fall in love with me?" Do
I really love her? I did so many things inexplicably, and at that time I never thought about this ending. I had the most wonderful sex with her, and we had a very legendary acquaintance, but I really didn't know and never thought about marrying her. But don't I love her?
Seeing that I didn't speak, Liu Fang gently sat on me, spread her charming buttocks, gently opened her little flower core, and slowly swayed. A wave of softness instantly banished all my sleepiness.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, I laughed and said, "I have a gift for you, but my mother-in-law is here, so I have to give it to her instead." Liu Fang asked, "What gift? Where is it?" I said, "It's on the table behind you. You'll see when you look."
Liu Fang turned around and saw a statue of Guanyin with dripping water on the table. In the moonlight, it seemed to radiate boundless Buddhist power. Guanyin smiled serenely, one hand clasped together, the other a delicate willow branch dripping water, lifelike.
The woman sat there, turning gently, like a bearing, unwilling to leave for a moment. Her smooth back looked like satin in the moonlight. She seemed somewhat excited. I couldn't see her expression clearly. She was quiet, but her clitoris trembled.
Liu Fang couldn't help but pant softly, her eyes brimming with spring-like desire as she let out soft moans. Her delicate hands involuntarily gripped mine tightly. I felt her full breasts swell in my hands, her tender nipples budding, her empty space stirring. A long-lost spring was awakening, a melancholy passion was surging. As her body gently swayed, her legs were already flowing with spring water, her valley already muddy.

49. The Different Tastes of City People and Country People
I stroked the woman's smooth satin and said, "I'm content with having you in this life." The woman suddenly turned around. I wasn't prepared, and although wet, my still-erect penis hurt a little. Liu Fang said excitedly, "I'm yours, I'll let you do it, I'll let you do it for the rest of my life." Saying that, she kissed me, and my face was immediately bathed in tears and saliva.
Liu Fang said, "I'm a country girl, will you look down on me?"
I said, "I'm from the countryside too."
Liu Fang said, “You’re different now. You’re a city person now. When you city men sleep with us country girls, it’s just for novelty. We’re the ones who deserve to be with you. If not, you wouldn’t want to continue. Your things are all labeled as city guys. You don’t want to be with country girls forever. We had a friend like that. After the city guys were done with her, it was over. It was like washing your hair. Once it was over, there was no more feeling. So when I saw you and Sister Wen, I didn’t know what to do. Sister Wen has big breasts, a pretty face, and a loud voice. When you were with her, I wanted to do it too. Even if you don’t do it with me anymore, I won’t blame you.”
Hearing Liu Fang’s words, I couldn’t help but tremble. Did I really look down on her because she was from the countryside? I’m a typical country boy, and I still have a strong attachment to the countryside. My parents are still in the countryside, my siblings are still in the countryside. Is it subconscious? Thinking of this, I smiled and said, "I will always be good to you, but I don't know if I'll be lucky enough to have
it." Liu Fang said, "But you already have the marks of a city person. Your language, your clothes, and the way you look at people. The tea you drink is top-quality, and you have a tea culture. I remember the first time you even talked to me about the philosophy of life. These are all marks of a city person, and you can't erase them even if you want to."
I said, "But I really like you."
Liu Fang said, "As long as you still like having sex with me, that's enough." Hearing this, I couldn't help but hug her tightly, tears almost falling, and said, "Liu Fang, I will always want you."
As I said this, my battle immediately began. Like a tinkling sound, I made the woman stick out her buttocks and fiercely thrust into her from behind. I didn't care about the layers of mountains, heading straight for the depths of the scenery, regardless of its breathtaking beauty.
This tireless old bull used its horns to fiercely ram the door. The door was battered and disordered, and the room was also in disarray. The beautiful scenery groaned in pain, whether in resistance or submission, I didn't know.
The groans, melodious and gentle, drifted into a tune, sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes deep moans, sometimes soaring cries, sometimes resonating from the abdomen, sometimes punctuated by fleeting impacts.
The old bull showed no sign of calm amidst the music, as if in a final, desperate struggle in a bullring, charging fiercely towards the red curtain.
The music stopped, and so did the old bull. Its milk, having listened to the music, flowed freely, yet the swift current of the stream did not turn into a thick, white liquid.
The woman, with the bull's horn in her mouth, hurriedly drank the milk. After finishing the milk, she licked the horn clean. In the moonlight, tears welled in her eyes, and a smile appeared.
Liu Fang said, "Is it more comfortable with Sister Wen or with me?" I laughed and said, "Both are comfortable." Liu Fang said, "When you were with Sister Wen, did you ever think about how it was a city person's thing?"
"I didn't think about it, I was thinking about your thing." Liu Fang said, "Do you really think my thing is that good?" I touched my round breasts and laughed, "Indescribable."
Liu Fang lay on top of me, and after a while, he said, "Your thing is indescribable. Sister Wen's moans can penetrate the house. You tell me how comfortable she is."
I laughed and said, "Never mind her, you always talk nonsense. Just now it even became a tune." Liu Fang chuckled and said, "I don't know why, but since I moved away from here, my heart has never left."
A long, resentful voice, a long, resentful expression. The Water-Dripping Guanyin doesn't drip water, yet it's called the Water-Dripping Guanyin. The heart that never left has left the body.
Liu Fang said, "I have to go, Sister Wen will find out soon." And he left with a long, resentful expression.
I don't know how much time passed, but I felt a body that didn't know why it was being resented press down on me.
I knew it was Dingdong when I saw the two wobbly breasts on my face. I couldn't resist taking a bite of a cherry. A faint moan drifted over, and then, as if gently tapping the strings, beautiful music filled the air. I felt as if I had entered Tao Yuanming's Peach Blossom Spring. I had just opened the wooden gate, and before I even saw any chrysanthemums, I felt a mournful sound, and the plants and trees seemed to be moved. The towering peaks opened their arms, and in every valley flowed a babbling brook, sometimes gentle, sometimes rapid. There were duckweed resting on the water, and the streams flowed slowly and narrowly. At this moment, it was as if spring was calling, and all the water flowed out of the valleys. Even if unwilling, they had no choice but to go down with the current, making the vegetation in the valleys even more lush.
The white and tender grass looked even more alluring under the moonlight. The ravines and valleys still had the sound of the spring water flowing, and the Parrot Island, with its lush grass, still looked crystal clear and moist
, a beautiful scene that dazzled me and made me forget the way home.
"You came to Shenyang, why didn't you look for me?" The music abruptly stopped, a lingering ache still reverberating in the secluded valley, mingled with a bittersweet, tingling sensation. The remnants of lava and spring water clung to the grass and petals. A voice, both angry and resentful, rushed towards me.
I smiled and said, "I don't know, and I don't have a phone." Li Wen said wistfully, "But you were in Shenyang after all. Not knowing means you never even thought of looking for me."
Li Wen's words involuntarily brought back memories of Shenyang.
Shenyang
, a place that inspired longing since the founding of New China. Before the 1970s, Shenyang was no less desirable than Shanghai is today. The popularity of a song about the city illustrates this point.
Shenyang, oh Shenyang, my hometown. The streets are brightly lit.
People come and go, adorned in festive attire.
The high-rise buildings of socialism
…
One day I will return to Shenyang,
back to my long-lost hometown
, and reunite with my family to
spend those wonderful times together.
In the state-owned enterprise, I didn't just drift through life aimlessly, but I couldn't gain the appreciation of my superiors, so I had to ask to be laid off. My first job after being laid off was returning to Shenyang to sell health products; my identity was a salesperson at the Shenyang office of Ling Shang Ling Technology Co., Ltd.
In the early 1990s, while many were still enjoying the last hurrah of being state cadres and having an "iron rice bowl," I was forced by my superiors to go swimming in the sea. No house, no friends, at that moment I only felt lost, thinking only about where to eat next and what to eat.
Of course, I used my mouth; I used my only remaining student ID to fool the bus attendant, navigating this unfamiliar city. Wearing a suit I bought for 50 yuan, I couldn't bear to tear off the tag, which gleamed brightly on the bus.
I finally settled down in a basement in Haidian District. That was the company's office, very simple, but the staff seemed very busy. There, I saw my own hope, because I saw my future boss: Zhuo Weimin.
This influential figure of the early 1990s met me in person in the basement. My hands trembled slightly. The logo on my shirt swayed even more brightly.
Zhuo Weimin said, "Your education isn't high, but as long as you have the ability, that's enough. What are you best at?"
I said, "I loved writing in school; that's probably my forte." Zhuo Weimin said, "Go back first, and bring me what you've written tomorrow."
The next day, I stood before my hero again, holding my proudest work. My hand trembled slightly as I handed over the manuscript. The logo on my shirt still swayed. Zhuo Weimin only looked at it for a few minutes, but in that minute, my heart was pounding at 120 beats per minute.
Zhuo Weimin said, "I've read what you wrote. It's very good. Your writing is excellent. Start work today. Report to Secretary Gao's office." I bowed and said, "Thank you, General Manager."
Just as I was about to turn and leave, Zhuo Weimin said, "By the way, you'd better cut off the labels on your clothes."
Back in my dormitory, I cut off the beautifully designed labels from my cuffs. My labels were gone, my history was gone, my secure job was gone. In Beijing, besides a piece of paper—my household registration—I had nothing.
With only simple luggage, a box of Ling Shang Ling oral liquid, and four young men, we boarded the train heading north.
Gao Shan was very composed, with glasses and a handsome face—a classic example of a man who could charm anyone. Most importantly, his unfamiliar composure and concise speech transported me to a completely new world on the train. He was our leader, and he began training us on the train.
Gao Shan said, “The market, what we’re doing now is the market. What is the market? The people are the market. Where is our market? It’s the people who might buy our product. Who? It’s the people who need our product. Who—students.”
Seeing our confusion, Gao Shan didn’t laugh at us. He continued, “Ling Shang Ling is a brain-boosting product. Our market is students, but the buyers are parents. How to persuade parents is what the market needs to do. According to our survey data, people in Shenyang are easily swayed by trends. How to do this well? I hope we can work together.”
Many people applauded, but I really didn’t understand. I just diligently took notes. I wanted to ask Gao Shan questions from time to time, but his fluent speech kept me from asking, which only fueled my learning enthusiasm.
After getting off the train, I returned to Shenyang once again. Shenyang isn't as big as Beijing, and the people of Shenyang don't have the same haughty attitude as those in Beijing. With our haughty demeanor, we entered a small hotel inside a tall building through an acquaintance in Gaoshan.
I already knew that Shenyang women were beautiful; several pretty waitresses chattered as they entered the room. It was the first time I'd ever seen such beautiful waitresses in Shenyang. A little girl with dimples smiled and asked, "Are you from Beijing?" Ye Xiao, who was with us, smiled and said, "Yes."
He was trying to strike up a conversation, but the girl with dimples laughed and said, "Beijingers are better at conning people than Northeasterners. The guy who sold mineral water bottles lived here, he just moved away. He made money, but he was such a con artist! Tap water turned into mineral water right after you poured it in. People from Shenyang were completely fooled."
Ye Xiao laughed and said, "We sell brain-boosting oral liquid, it's different from that."
The girl with dimples said, "What's different? It's still water. You should learn from that bottle seller. He scooped a cup of water from the sewer, poured it into his bottle, and drank it. The whole thing was a spectacle! TV stations, newspapers, radio—everyone was there. He drank it on the spot, and the next day it sold like hotcakes! Hahaha, it's hilarious!"
Ye Xiao said, "Very bold, what's so funny?" The girl next to the girl with dimples said, "You don't know, that guy came back vomiting and had diarrhea, it was exhausting! I was on duty, you know how unlucky I was."
The pretty girl walked away shakily, her laughter still lingering.
As the beautiful woman walked away, her body swayed rhythmically, her hips bobbing from side to side, as if she wanted to burst her skirt and show everyone her buttocks. She even took the opportunity to lower her head and shake her swaying body before reluctantly leaving.

50. The Market is a Problem
. Our market has begun. Gao Shan systematically divided us into tasks and assigned us areas. Although I was very familiar with Shenyang, I was incredibly nervous the first time I stepped into the familiar Zhongjie Street with a box of oral liquid.
When I returned that evening, my head felt like it wasn't my own; I felt an intense sense of oppression. Shenyang, once so familiar, yet so strange. I saw unfamiliar faces flashing before my eyes, various expressions: excited, disdainful, indifferent, nonchalant…
Seeing my colleagues brought a little relaxation, but that relaxation was quickly replaced by the tension.
Gao Shan held the first business meeting in Shenyang in a large room. Gao Shan said, “Gentlemen, how was today’s harvest?” Gao Shan was somewhat excited, unsure of what to say.
Ye Xiao was the first to answer: "Three pharmacies have basically reached an agreement. The Shenyang pharmacy with 100% commission is simply not enough for them. The Sanjing Street pharmacy is asking for 30%, and even that's a deduction; their expressions are like those of a ruthless landlord." Although Ye Xiao's face showed some pride, there was still a hint of helplessness. He was a veteran salesman, his experience mirroring that of the Reform and Opening Up era.
Gu Feng said, "We can only try out the pharmacies in Tiexi; we won't do professional promotion. We've already reached agreements with four." Gu Feng was older and more composed than us, always acting like an elder brother.
Zhu Hua laughed and said, "The pharmacies in Huanggu District are tough to deal with. One boss lady wants the highest leader to talk to her. Her breasts are fucking huge, they're practically spilling out. Boss, you might have to offer yourself up." Gao Shan chuckled softly, turned around and asked me, "How about Zhongjie?"
I said, "Tianyitang is the biggest pharmacy. They didn't have any harsh conditions, just a complicated procedure. The other two are really powerful; their bosses sat at the table to talk to me. Their stinky feet almost made me faint." After
everyone finished speaking, Gao Shan didn't offer any opinions or criticisms, but smiled and said, "Everyone has gained a lot. Take a good rest, we'll continue tomorrow."
Gao Shan left. Everyone immediately started cursing the Shenyang pharmacies.
Ye Xiao was the first to burst out cursing: "Tomorrow! I'm so angry today! What the hell is that? That manager pointed his finger at me and said, 'Go advertise, advertise first, then we'll talk. I don't have time to play around with you.' That attitude was just arrogant." Zhu Hua said, "
You're nothing. The one I met was a woman. She was so busy she almost dropped her clothes. And you know what, she was quite pretty. I waited for two hours, and she just dismissed me with one sentence." I asked, "What sentence?" Zhu Hua laughed and said, "Bring two boxes tomorrow." Everyone laughed.
Ye Xiao said, "You were mesmerized for those two hours. Be careful not to fall for it." Zhu Hua laughed and said, "I've fallen for it eight times already. If I let a woman fall for it this time, it'll really be worth it."
Gu Feng said, "It's a bit better in Tiexi, but it's still hard to get." Ye Xiao sighed and said, "There are too many competitors. Sun God, Chinese Turtle Essence, and 999 Mother Liquid are all selling very well."
Everyone laughed and cursed, and finally said in unison, "There's still tomorrow. Let's wash up and go to sleep." "
I'm back in Shenyang. Shenyang had just disappeared from my dreams, and now it's back before my eyes. Stealing a moment from my busy schedule, I went to my alma mater. I looked at the school gate, my expression complex, filled with memories, yet afraid to touch it.
I lingered at the gate, looking at the tall poplar trees, thinking of Chen Nan and Li Wen. But things have changed. The men and women under the poplar trees were in pairs, but there was no trace of them. I looked around the campus and didn't even notice a girl with a ponytail walking up to me, smiling and saying, 'I've seen you here for a long time. Is there anything I can help you with?'
I smiled and said, 'Nothing, I just wanted to take a look. This is my alma mater.' The girl seemed surprised and said, 'Oh, it's a senior! What year are you in?'
I said, 'I'm from 1991. How's the school doing lately?'
The girl smiled and said, 'It's good. The school is now a key school. I heard the students from 1991 are especially amazing. According to the seniors, the school used to be very dull and lifeless, but your class brought a breath of fresh air and a touch of the new poetry movement.'" "
I laughed and said, 'You little rascal, you've got a whole set of stories to tell.' The little girl tilted her head and said, 'Do you know Chen Nan? She's from your year.' I nodded, then shook my head.
The little girl continued, 'It's said that Chen Nan was the initiator of the whole campus's discussion on love, and she's also very beautiful.' I smiled and didn't say anything. The little girl bluntly said, 'Am I prettier than you?' I looked at the girl in front of me; big eyes, red lips, full of vitality. Ignoring her appearance, she was just like Chen Nan back then. I smiled and said, 'Not as youthful as you.'
The little girl pouted and said, 'Come on, you're only three years older than us, no need to act mature.' I smiled and said, 'But, in these 1000 days, China has undergone earth-shattering development.'
The little girl seemed very innocent, looking at my expression as if she were very serious, and then said, 'Are you underestimating me? Do you think we're still immature?' As she spoke, she puffed out her chest, as if her breasts had grown larger, as if larger breasts meant maturity, or as if she were showing off to me."
I smiled and said, "No, I think you guys are great. Your youth makes me feel ashamed. Seeing you is like seeing the hope of our country."
The little girl curled her lip and said disdainfully, "Don't be sarcastic. That's how society is. What's yours today, will be ours tomorrow. I asked you about Chen Nan just out of curiosity. Don't think we're all naive. I can say we're much more mature than you were back then."
I nodded and smiled, "You've matured. Back then, we didn't dare talk about love. We were like secret agents, like undercover agents in Guangzhou. But now I believe it's like a love story on Mount Lu."
The little girl wanted to say something, but after glancing at her watch, she hurriedly said, "I have something to do today. If you have time, we can talk another day. I really want to know about Chen Nan. Here's my phone number." She gave me a slip of paper, took my number, and left.
I didn't step into the campus. There were many people on campus. I wasn't afraid of strangers, but I was afraid of familiar flowers, grass, and trees.
I saw Chen Nan, Xiao Dingdong, Shi Lei, and Yang Wei. They all walked towards me.
They hugged me, hugged me tightly, but I couldn't feel the familiar softness; my heart just ached.
When I woke up, it was already dawn. Half
a year had passed in the blink of an eye. Half
a year spent delivering goods by bike, promoting, and advertising.
Half a year I finished reading all of David Ogilvy's books and studied basic marketing courses.
Half a year the Ling Shang Ling market progressed slowly, barely surviving in the cracks.
Half a year I did a live broadcast on Liaoning Radio, trembling as I spoke about the efficacy of Ling Shang Ling.
Half a year I grew from a clueless young man about the market into a business manager with a completely new understanding of it. Half a year
passed without me even noticing. Half a year
should be a time for reflection.
Reflection is easy, because there are no achievements, only hard work;
reflection is difficult, not knowing what to summarize. "
Half a year has only resulted in the following: the top leader is Gao Shan, the second is Ye Xiao, the third is Gu Feng, the fourth is Zhu Hua, I am the fifth, and Cheng Zhang, who joined later, is the sixth."
The Shenyang business unit's half-year summary meeting was held in our hotel, with only six people. Gao Shan said seriously, "Today we mainly summarize; there are no successes, only experiences of failure. Everyone must speak." "
Everyone remained silent."
Gao Shan, seeing the silence, said, "Alright, I'll start by giving an overview of the situation, then everyone can offer suggestions. Those who aren't prepared, please stand in the middle and do 100 push-ups." Gao Shan became serious, something we rarely saw him do. "
The market today is a mixed bag, yet very clear," Gao Shan said. "The student market is only so big. Zhonghua Biejing's market share is gradually shrinking, Taiyangshen is past its prime, but 999 Mother Liquid is the market leader. This little-known brand is practically unrivaled in the Northeast market. Recently, Sanzhu Oral Liquid has also entered the student market. I wonder what this nationally popular product is thinking."
Seeing our lack of reaction, Gao Shan continued, "We've been in the market for six months, spending nearly a million on media—the Shenyang Daily, the Shenyang Evening News, radio, and television—but without results. We've done the most aggressive promotions recently, but it's still not very good. What's the problem?" "My users all say it works very well, but it hasn't generated widespread word-of-mouth. What's encouraging is that an entire building of students is using our product."
Everyone chimed in, and I could only listen. These experienced people were all quite indignant, and although I disagreed, I could only listen quietly.
Gao Shan, his face expressionless, seemed unsure whether he was satisfied or not. He looked around and said to me, "Xiao Li, you haven't said anything yet. Tell me about it."
I smiled and said, "I don't have Cheng Zhang's level of understanding. I'll just talk about my experience delivering goods." Hearing my weak tone, Gao Shan nodded, seemingly a little disappointed.
I stood up, trying to relax, and took out a few sheets of paper I had prepared beforehand from my pocket. I read aloud, "In the past month, I delivered 207 items to 107 pharmacies." Just as I finished, I heard everyone say, "Don't talk about these trivial things. What's there to talk about? The market needs breakthroughs now." "
I don't know who said it," Gao Shan said, seeing everyone interrupting me with their chatter, but not reacting. So I said to Gao Shan, "Should I continue?" Looking at Gao Shan, I sensed everyone's restlessness. Gao Shan didn't dampen my enthusiasm and gestured for me to continue. "
I continued, "I've been paying close attention to the best-selling products in the store, and I've also noticed products that are gradually disappearing from the market. Zhonghua Biejing (a type of turtle essence) sells a total of 509 boxes daily across 107 pharmacies, Taiyangshen (another type of turtle essence) 2008 boxes, 999 Mother Liquid 9004 boxes, and Sanzhu Oral Liquid 20006 boxes. Don't forget one product, Taitai Oral Liquid. Although it's not our competitor, it sold 1987 boxes, and Lingshangling (another type of turtle essence) 209 boxes."
Everyone quieted down, probably finding these numbers very useful. Gao Shan also looked at me with affirmation. "My courage was boosted,"
I said. "We all say that 999's advertising is rubbish, lacking creativity, but its sales are fifty times ours. Have you all realized a crucial issue...?
" "What issue?" Cheng Zhang asked, a little agitated. "

51. The Temptation of Little Lolita
I said: "That is the wrong choice of media. 999 only chose two media, one is 'Happy Hour' and the other is radio live broadcast. I investigated the 'Happy Hour' program and its ratings reached 37%, which is a very scary number. We ignored it. At the same time, 107 pharmacies asked me almost at the same time, why don't you go on 'Happy Hour'?" "I have no experience, but I still have to ask, why don't we participate in such an important media outlet?"
Everyone looked at Gaoshan in unison upon hearing my question. Cheng Zhang, however, said impatiently, "This program is vulgar and unsuitable for our product." I said, "If it suits 999, it doesn't suit us. We want to surpass 999, but we can't catch up with them on our own. We have an absolute advantage in the near-station area, but in the market, once we've exhausted our emotional appeal, that's it. Sometimes, the market is all about sales volume. Without sales, our last stronghold might disappear."
I paused, looked at everyone's expressions, and continued, "Sanzhu Oral Liquid and Taiyangshen are frequent guests on this program, and the fee is only the same as a full-page ad in the Shenyang Daily. We should give it a try." I continued, feeling the pressure from the eyes around me, but I wanted to prove my point.
I said, "First, look at our positioning. It's correct: the student market, parents are the main buyers. But among parents, who are the main buyers? It's not men, it's women. Women are the most direct caregivers for their children. The Shenyang Daily is a political media outlet; housewives are interested in gossip, not politics." "
I spoke faster and faster, and my emotions became more and more intense." I could feel my heart racing; this was my first time standing on a stage. "My stage was only a foot square, there was no applause, and there might even be bricks thrown at me. My excitement made me lose myself in the moment."
I continued, “'Happy Hour for You' primarily targets housewives aged 20-50. Entertainment programs are their favorite, and most women in this age group have children, with a large portion still in school. If we ignore them, it's equivalent to ignoring 1.8 million target customers. Shenyang has a population of six million; if women make up half that, that's three million. Removing children and other factors means we've essentially abandoned our main target audience. That's why 818 only uses one media outlet, and their monthly advertising budget of 100,000 yuan is 50 times more effective than our 400,000+ yuan monthly budget. Sanzhu was already doing well, but after realizing the power of this media, they aggressively jumped on the bandwagon, resulting in several times their market share in Shenyang over the past few months.”
Seeing the approving looks, I firmly stated, “I believe choosing the right media is paramount. The same media is available on Liaoning TV, so I personally think that to turn things around, we should choose this media.”
After my presentation, there was no applause, no criticism, only deathly silence. "Gao Shan was also a little embarrassed. I realized I might have pointed out the problem and hurt some people. They trusted themselves more than I, a newbie with only six months of marketing experience."
Gao Shan pondered for a moment and then said, "Let's all think carefully about Li Chao's proposal tonight, and I hope everyone can come up with their own ideas tomorrow morning." The meeting ended, and I was the only one sitting there awkwardly. "
Shen Jing called; my classmate invited me, and I arrived as scheduled.
Shen Jing said, "Even in this elegant coffee shop, I can't imagine the grand spectacle you two had back then."
She held up her wine glass, swirling the liquid inside with an air of seriousness. This girl with the ponytail had changed her hairstyle today; her bangs and cascading black hair complemented each other perfectly, and she was nothing like the girl from the school gate.
Shen Jing was a beauty, a classic beauty.
Her curvaceous figure was as exquisite as crystal, her rosy cheeks and small, slightly upturned, full, snow-white lips standing out even in her school uniform. Her plump, tender breasts, full, rounded hips, and slender yet shapely legs possessed a beautiful, sculpted beauty, while her prominent chest was undeniably alluring.
Hearing her words, I knew she was referring to Chen Nan, so I smiled and said, "You must have seen her picture in the school magazine."
Shen Jing said, "Yes, she's very beautiful, but photos lack emotion, and without emotion, there's no charm." Seeing my silence, she asked again, "Can you tell me about her?" I smiled and said,
"I might disappoint you, but I can tell you that times make heroes. Perhaps you too will become a prominent figure in your time, but you shouldn't be disappointed. Now might be your chance to shine; the conditions are better than before." Shen Jing said, "
I'm truly disappointed, like a soldier who never participated in the Long March." I smiled and said, "But most soldiers who participated in the Long March never even left the snow-capped mountains and grasslands. Success might have come at a higher risk; they might not have even seen the sun." "Guang died in battle."
Shen Jing said, "But I don't want things to be too mundane, nor do I want to be overshadowed by others."
I said, "So many years have passed, Chen Nan couldn't possibly have any shadow over you. The shadow is yourself; you might be too strong-willed." Shen Jing pondered for a while and said, "Maybe, but... sigh, never mind, let's not talk about this. I feel you're not in a good mood today, what's wrong?"
I smiled bitterly, thinking about the meeting this afternoon. I didn't know what the outcome would be, but I felt completely unsettled. I smiled and said, "If someone rejects an authoritative proposal, it's possible that their rejection is correct. What do you think the result will be?"
Shen Jing said, "I think if it's right, it should be done. Even authorities make mistakes. Chairman Mao in his later years was an exception." Shen Jing's smile was warm.
I said, "I think I might have made a very serious mistake."
Shen Jing said, "What mistake? Rejecting your superior's authority?" I said, "Not only did I reject it, but I rejected it in public."
Shen Jing laughed, somewhat mockingly, "Senior, you've only been in society for a few years, yet so many societal habits have already influenced you. I think you should be sounding the charge, not wallowing in self-pity." I
said, "I don't want to, but I deeply respect my leader."
Shen Jing scoffed, laughing, "Respect and mistakes are two different things, especially mistakes in understanding and decision-making." I said helplessly, "As a marketing professional, especially a leader, a wrong decision can be the biggest mistake. This is war; a wrong decision means sacrifice."
Seeing my fascination, Shen Jing giggled, "Why are you always looking down? Can't you look at me?"
I looked up at Shen Jing.
Today, Shen Jing wasn't as casual as when we first met; she had deliberately groomed her pretty face, exuding a mature woman's charm. Her white t-shirt was fashionable, the neckline plunging down to her breasts, then cleverly tied back, just covering them. Her breasts were mature, radiating a vibrant glow.
I said, "You look beautiful today." Shen Jing said, "Am I prettier than Chen Nan?" "
I said, 'Each has its own merits. You women are really good at comparing yourselves in this regard. You haven't even met them, there's no direct competition, so what's there to compare?'
Shen Jing laughed and said, 'You men can compare your girlfriends, how vulgar! Vulgar people don't compare themselves, they use others to represent themselves, while we only compare ourselves.'
I was speechless, looking at this pretty girl, although she deliberately adopted a more mature look tonight, she was still a spirited and assertive girl. I felt pathetic about my thoughts today. I spoke my mind, yet I hesitated. Men are really weak.
Shen Jing asked me out today, or rather, I really wanted to talk to someone. This girl's words, though simple, were the truth.
After drinking a glass of wine, I was already a little drunk.
Shen Jing's face was also red as she said, 'These past few days, I've been doing some research and saw your article in the school magazine. Your article is very ambiguous. I feel like you might have a crush on someone, and that person might be Chen Nan. Am I right?'" "The girl spoke succinctly, not allowing you a single word, expressing her opinions with absolute certainty."
I laughed and said, "You're investigating me, someone you've only known for a few days, met once or twice, and exchanged a few words with."
Shen Jing laughed and said, "Don't flatter yourself. I was investigating Chen Nan, but you've piqued my interest in him again, and you just happened to be around him. I also read your article, it was so cheesy." She slurped her words and continued, "But you still wrote about love so beautifully. I believe you're a romantic. In your world, you have a tendency towards inferiority, while also having an indifferent attitude. You both yearn and reject, you have a desire to vent, yet you also have a reserved heart. Your ambition is hidden in your sleeves, but the sleeves are too short, so the corners are showing." "You want to be unknown, yet attract attention; attract attention, yet hide behind others, just like you today. I don't know if your judgment is correct, but among everyone's assessments, only your thorough and detailed investigation, with reason and evidence, makes me believe you are right. But you hesitate, unsure of which path to take. You lack courage; perhaps courage has already been hidden."
She glanced at me, and seeing I didn't object, continued, "Do you think we women are like this? I want to compare myself to Chen Nan, so I will. There's nothing to hide, no purpose, just a result, or rather, a process. But you don't give me a result, only a process you know Chen Nan didn't tell me."
My God, is this a female student?
Based on just a few articles, I'm standing before her; my mindset, even my attitude towards people, are all laid bare before her. I looked intently into those beautiful, pure eyes before me. How could they see through my world? One or two meetings, just a few words, and she had already utterly shattered me.
Her hand was right in front of me, openly displayed without any guard, while my hand was fidgeting under the table. A fearless girl and a troubled man were in a bar; they hadn't drunk much, but their words had become the drink.
Seeing my surprised expression, Shen Jing gently leaned in and softly took my hand after a quick apology.
I smiled and said, "It's alright, thank you. I suddenly felt helpless, and then I realized you were my help."
Shen Jing said, "Don't joke around, I'm still a student."
A fearless girl gave me inspiration, and I felt confident, I felt helped.
Actually, inner hesitation is the most terrifying thing—looking back and forth, hiding oneself. But no matter how you hide yourself, just a few words will expose you. A girl who was still a student had stripped me bare with just a few articles; how much more so would a seasoned hunter in society?
I said, "The most important thing is that you gave me warm hands; the air conditioning in the bar is a bit cold."
Shen Jing said, "Then let's go out."
We took hands and left the bar. The starry sky outside was bright, and my mood was bright too. Holding hands felt like holding a younger sister, humming a song, jumping for joy. There was no shyness in our hands, no intention to let go.
After a song, a pair of red lips pressed against mine. Caught off guard, my lips were attacked, and my tongue compelled to respond. Two soft breasts pressed against my chest. My passivity was obvious. My sister impatiently commanded, "Kiss me."
The delicate scent of perfume and the aroma of mature flesh wafted towards me. Her brave shyness made me feel aroused. Unlike before, this time the temptation was vibrant and alluring, and my inappropriate fantasies made my groin restless, eager for the person I had just met.
Suddenly, I felt my blood boiling, as if I were being completely steamed by the heat. I felt limp like a raging rag doll, but what flowed from my body wasn't sweat, but anger. Shen Jing pulled my hand and placed it directly on her round buttocks. The cleft was right on my fingertips, and the thin dress couldn't hide the trembling of her flesh. With a flick of my fingertip, it seemed I could tear it open and enter the valley through the
lush vegetation. Without even looking, I saw a valley teeming with life. My hand trembled, and that trembling hand stirred a pool of spring water, drawing out the lush vegetation. The instant excitement made me lose all thought, and my fingers, without hesitation, explored the valley.
I took a small taste, but faced with the overwhelming temptation of the waves behind me, I resisted.
I said, "Don't do this, we were just fine."
Shen Jing smiled and said, "You must have kissed Chen Nan, I want to try it too."
I smiled bitterly and said, "Is this how you compare?"
Shen Jing said, "I don't care, the Youth League teacher always says I'm smart, but not as broad-minded as Chen Nan."
I said, "Is that why you want to compare?" Shen Jing said, "If I'm not even as good as someone who's been out of school for three years, how much of a failure am I?" I said, "Are you looking for a shadow in me?"
Shen Jing bluntly said, "What else could I be looking for?" I smiled and said, "Don't you think this is an insult to a man?"
Shen Jing seemed not to understand, and asked doubtfully, "If I kiss you, am I insulting you?" I said, "Your kissing me didn't insult me, it's the purpose of your kiss that insults me."
Shen Jing finally let go of my hand. The lingering scent of my lips still remained.
Shen Jing's tears fell, but she clearly wasn't really crying. I could see that although her emotions were fluctuating, her heart was firm.
Shen Jing raised her head and said, "You're weak, not like a man at all."
I said, "You don't want me to be strong, you want to feel that I'm gentle with Chen Nan."
Suddenly, Shen Jing wrapped her arms around my waist and whispered, "You're reacting." I
said, "Of course I'd react to a beautiful girl kissing me." Shen Jing said, "But your tongue is already in my mouth." I laughed and said, "That's a retaliation against an aggressor."
Suddenly, Shen Jing's tears stopped, and she threw herself into my arms with a soft "plop."
I felt helpless, unsure of where to put my hands. I could only feel her breasts pressing against my heart. Shen Jing gently placed my hands on her soft, firm buttocks, lightly tracing the cleavage, and a tear fell.

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