[A forceful entry]

Qing'er is my childhood friend. A few days ago, she suddenly asked me to have dinner, which was quite unusual. In a small but comfortable restaurant, I saw Qing'er. She looked much more haggard than I had seen her in the past few days. Her once beautiful eyes seemed even larger, but there was a hint of confusion and sadness in them. I didn't know what had happened.
Qing'er ordered two small dishes and, surprisingly, also ordered baijiu (Chinese liquor). I was surprised but didn't stop her, because this was the first time she had done something like this since we met. I know that sometimes people need to vent, and maybe this would make them feel better.
After the liquor was poured, Qing'er took a big gulp. I knew she couldn't hold her liquor, so I said, "Qing'er, just tell me what's wrong." She looked straight at me, and tears silently streamed down her face… And so, the following passage came to be.
"Ling, have you ever loved any other men besides your husband?" "Well, everything in the world is constantly changing, including human emotions. Frankly, I have loved, or at least had feelings for someone, but responsibility, morality, reason, and so on, constantly restrained and reminded me. So, humans aren't animals that can do whatever they want."
"Ling, do you believe it? I completed the entire process of love in just seven days." I was speechless. Qing'er was dignified, virtuous, and traditional. It took her seven years from dating to marriage, and what happened in those seven days?
Ling, you definitely won't believe it, even I don't believe it myself. It's like a dream. You know I'm not a very casual woman. A while ago, I met a man named 'Leisurely Stroll' in a chat room. He made me feel relaxed and happy. We talked very well and had a lot of fun. Later, we went on QQ together.
The next day he said he had feelings for me, a feeling he'd been waiting for. I was just surprised, "Impossible, so short a time, and we haven't even met?" He said, "I know what I'm doing, and I'll definitely try my best." I was taken aback by his tone, but also attracted by his persistence and decisiveness. He told me his real name and phone number.
The third night, after logging on, he said he missed me. He read our chat history and said I was gentle, kind, and must be a good woman. I said feelings online are unreal, and besides, we've both been through it all. He said his feelings were never wrong, and he was serious. He asked for my contact information, and I don't know why, but I gave it to him.
The fourth morning, I received a message from him, which felt very warm. After that, I would receive his text messages unexpectedly, touching me many times throughout the day. When I saw him again that evening, we seemed much closer. I happened to have a business trip opportunity, but it was several hundred kilometers away from his city, H. So I told him I was going to Z city on a business trip soon. He quickly said, "Then come to my place! I'll keep you company and show you my sincerity."
I said I only had one night, or nine hours to be exact, as I had work the next day. "Then I'll come pick you up." "How long does it take to get from Z city to H city?" "About four hours by car." "You're working too hard, and besides, I'm not ready to meet you yet..." "I'll definitely come pick you up. What do I need to prepare for a meeting? Isn't a sincere heart enough?" "So he kept asking me the dates of my business trip and my arrival time.
Originally, I just wanted to test him, but I didn't expect him to be so serious, which made me feel flustered. Under his persistent questioning, I told him it would be in the next couple of days, and he immediately sent me several pictures, looking overjoyed. I
don't know why I trusted him so much. Was I really going to see him? On the fifth day, his text messages kept coming, making me feel like I was really in love, really going to see a long-lost lover. That night, I didn't go on QQ and turned off my phone. I really needed to think things through. Had I been confined for too long?
Why, instead of finding a solution, did I feel a longing? On the sixth day, I boarded the train and turned on..." My phone kept buzzing with messages, I knew I must have worried him yesterday. Before I could finish reading the messages, his call came in again. A deep, slightly hoarse voice, very magnetic, rang in my ears.
He said he had waited a long time yesterday, barely slept a wink, and his voice was hoarse. It turned out the hoarseness was because I suddenly felt a surge of emotion, a sudden impulse.
The train was shortening the distance between us, but I still didn't know why we were meeting, what would happen. A longing mingled with a hint of worry. My train arrived on the seventh day at around 10 PM, he said he was leaving at 5 PM. "You're driving alone for so long, and walking at night, are you sure you'll be okay?" "It's alright, I just want to see you as soon as possible. Text me if it's convenient, so I don't fall asleep." "I didn't dare text him too frequently, afraid of distracting him, nor could I leave too many messages between them, afraid he'd actually fall asleep.
So every 20 minutes or so, I'd send him a few words or a joke. He'd always reply simply, and he'd always tell me his location. This back-and-forth made me feel a sense of attachment, a sense of anticipation. Around 9 PM on the seventh day, he arrived in Z city. He said he'd wait for me at the station exit.
The train arrived on time, and I saw him at the exit. Although I'd never seen him before, I knew it was him. His decisiveness and perseverance were written all over his face. He walked straight towards me, very..." A natural handshake, getting into the car, having a late-night snack—he arranged everything so considerately, warmly, and naturally.
It was already 1 a.m. What about the rest of the time? Perhaps nothing would happen if we just sat there, but I inexplicably accepted his arrangements. He suggested I take a shower and rest in the room. I followed him into the room. The double bed made me uncomfortable, and the soft lighting made me feel like something was about to happen.
He said, "Don't worry, nothing will happen. Everything should be natural. I never force women to do anything." His words eased me somewhat. I went into the bathroom to wash away the dust and clear my jumbled thoughts.
Was the woman in the mirror under the light me? A shapely figure, a pert bottom, and a firm chest clearly exuded a desire. I washed slowly, trying to wash away the time, because I didn't know what I would do after I finished. Maybe I didn't not know, maybe I just hadn't decided yet.
Then a naked man appeared in the mirror. He walked towards me, erect. I had locked the door, hadn't I? My mind went blank for a moment. He hugged me tightly. I was unconscious, I didn't resist, maybe I didn't even want to resist.
When he forcefully entered me, I went limp, letting him lift me and place me on the large bed. I only felt my body being emptied and filled again and again. An unprecedented pleasure made me cry out in joy. It felt like there was something inside me... A gushing spring of water gushed forth, engulfing me and making me dizzy...
When I awoke, I saw a strange man beside me, a man who brought me joy, and I was momentarily at a loss. One of his hands was on me, as if I were a gamble he had placed, and he slept soundly, a look of contentment on his face.
He was the only man I had ever been with besides my husband, and in just seven short days he had conquered me, taking away the virginity a woman had so desperately guarded. Tears streamed down my face silently; the pleasure I had felt earlier had turned into shame. I ran to the bathroom and vigorously washed myself...
When I left the room, he was still fast asleep. I didn't want to wake him, or even see him again. The night was gradually losing its ambiguity; dawn was approaching, and my heart might be plunged into darkness from that moment on. But who could I blame? Wasn't it my own desire? At seven o'clock, he texted, "Sorry, I slept too soundly. Where are you? Why didn't you wake me?" I was speechless.
He texted again, "I'm about to leave. Please remind me... I get sleepy as soon as I start driving." "I was really worried something had happened to him, so I kept texting him. After he came back, we didn't contact each other again. I wanted to forget him, to treat it like a dream. But as time went by, my longing for him became clearer and clearer. I tried desperately to control myself, but the result of that control was even deeper pain.
What should I do? After listening to Qing'er's story, my heart rose and fell with hers. Seven short days, one night of emotions—no, just a few hours. Is that possible?
But I clearly saw love, helplessness, and struggle written in Qing'er's eyes. I was still moved. Who can say this isn't true love? At least Qing'er's is."
But I was powerless to help her, to encourage her to pursue this kind of love. She had a husband and children; could I persuade her to give up? Words failed me. I could only say, "One cannot possess everything one loves, but should love everything one has..." Perhaps I shouldn't have put my friend's trust into words, but an emotion compels me to write, to write to Qing'er and all women like her.
Just as I finished writing, Qing'er called, her voice filled with joy. She told me, "He's in touch. He says the feelings are still there..." Feeling Qing'er's happiness, I suddenly felt happy too, making it difficult to judge right from wrong. I suddenly began to doubt my initial intention in writing this.
I know it's hard to convince Qing'er anymore, sometimes even harder to convince myself. Perhaps humans are sometimes no different from animals, inherently animalistic, only controlling their actions with reason makes them human. I don't know what will happen next. I know the sky won't fall, but what about Qing'er's sky?

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