【Bracelet】

1. Missed Opportunity

Three years ago, whenever we met online, he would call me "little girl" without a word.

The more he called me that, the more I felt like a child starved for love… two sparse braids, a pale white short jacket, my fingers twisted together

, a look of melancholy on my face, just waiting for someone to open their arms, tug at my clothes, and let me slip inside, to be sheltered by their protective embrace. But our first meeting was tinged with the chill of Beijing's entire winter: dim lighting, indistinct and evasive eyes, a brief, pointless exchange of pleasantries… I watched him being introduced by others, watched him walk more familiarly beside others… At that time, his happiness was like a candle flame seen through a veil, flickering outside of me.

I thought: Not everyone will make a brief stop for you.
2. Baiting

One evening without warning.

The bougainvillea on the balcony turned sparsely red, many branches extending beyond the railing, their alluring beauty swaying with the wind. Looking at her, my heart seemed to ripple with tenderness.
I met him online, and we chatted casually, talking about how good he was. Suddenly, inexplicably…

Me: “When will I get to experience your goodness?”

Him: “God, did I hear that right? Are you testing my willpower?”

Me: “No way? Fine, never mind.”

Him: “Let me calm down and understand what you mean. Are you saying you're allowing me a chance to be close to you?”

Me: “Hehe.”

Him: “Answer me directly!”

Me: “Yes.”

Him: “You little devil, are you talking nonsense? I must see you before you forget all this. Having a cup of tea with you would be the happiest thing in the world.”

Me: “But I have a bad memory, and I'm afraid I'll forget what I said.”

Him: “You'll forget in a few days?”

Me: “Within ten days.”

Him: “Don't take that long. I can't wait that long. I've decided to come to Shenzhen within a week to have afternoon tea with you.”

3 Temptation

I love afternoon tea. I

love the luxury of afternoon tea even more.

If he could fly from Beijing to Shenzhen, just for an afternoon tea.

The next day, he was away on a business trip.

He: "You're not just outwardly... but rather a kind of... aura... there's a key word I can't type."

Heh...

He: "You must know what that word is."

Me: "I know, but I won't say."

Me: "You've traveled all over the world, seen countless women, would you have feelings for me?"

He: "You think I wouldn't have feelings for you?"

Me: "I don't know... how about you whisper it to me in person?" He

: "It's late at night, I'm afraid I'll scare you."

Me: "Couldn't you speak more gently?... Just use your breath."

He: "Heh, I know how. I not only know how to use breath, but I also know how to use 'wind'..."

Me: "Heh, I won't say anything more, hehe, I'm going to sleep soon."

...Silence came, just in time.

He: "I've only ever loved two women in my life. One is the one I've lived with for twenty years, the other is the one I've secretly loved for many years. I love her elegance, her inner femininity that radiates from her very bones, and even more so, her talent and her delicate, subtle intelligence. Today you've given me this opportunity..."

He: "Just being able to sit close to you, to look at you closely, to hold your soft hand, just looking at you is enough to move me."

He: "What kind of atmosphere do you like? Red wine...candlelight and soft music?"

His "delicate, subtle intelligence," his romantic conformity, exudes a lovely fragrance.

He: "I've lived my whole life for others. This time, I want to live my true self."

He: "How much time do you give me, the director, to act out this play? What's your preferred time? I'll go along with your ideas. Do you prefer starry nights or sunny days? "

Me: "A lazy afternoon starting and leaving late at night."

4 Meeting

The buildings in Luohu are densely packed. Walking in, one is like a grain of sand, swept away by the wind without direction, leaving no trace in an instant.

At two in the afternoon, sunlight seeped in through the V-neckline, making the white mounds appear even brighter, highlighting the deep cleavage. No perfume, just naturally flowing long hair cascading down her shoulders. A black silk mini-skirt, black high-heeled sandals, two small crystals on the shoes shimmering with an old-world glow in the sunlight; one glance was enough to make one squint.

In the lobby of a five-star hotel, clutching her phone, she waited anxiously for him. A foreign man beside her hurriedly finished a cup of coffee; his demeanor seemed even more anxious than hers.

He arrived, walking gracefully, smiling warmly.

The unease suddenly vanished without a word, and I probably smiled too.

No need for a formal greeting; I followed him into the elevator.

In the enclosed space, we looked at each other, smiled again, but couldn't find a suitable word.

He opened the door.

What a large room.

What a large… bed.

5 Pampering

My eyes darted around the business suite, and I suddenly felt awkward. The larger the space, the less I knew where to place myself.

"Tea or coffee?"

he asked.

Seeing the two cups of tea, their leaves a pale green hue,

I said, "Tea." Tea and coffee are like whispers between different lovers—one sweet and slightly bitter, the other fragrant and serene. I preferred the taste of tea, which evoked a sense of nostalgia, a reflection on the present, and a glimpse into the future. Especially with a man, drinking tea carries a sense of forgoing female companionship to find a kindred spirit.

He handed me the tea, and I was already seated on a deep blue sofa with dark gold patterns, leisurely enjoying a man's attentiveness.

"Here, take a look, do you like it?"

He handed me a dark red jewelry box. I opened it, and inside was a platinum bracelet. CTF, PT950. I thought to myself, it's precious, I can't refuse, yet I secretly like it… If this sparkling bracelet carries too much affection, then I'm the greedy one.

Hesitantly, I slipped the bracelet onto my left wrist… The smooth whiteness of my wrist accentuated the clear, noble luster of the platinum.

"It's so beautiful," I said sincerely. I've always loved the delicate, slender feel of my wrist; this "happy" bracelet, like a line of poetry suspended in the air, smiles joyfully, waiting to be appreciated…
I put it on and examined it from all angles. I was too embarrassed to look him in the eye.

"Thank you,"

I said timidly.

"It's so beautiful. Let me see…"

He finally grasped my left hand, holding four fingers, examining them carefully for a long time, as if admiring a painting, touching them gently, with a slight tremor… After what seemed like an eternity, I slowly, finger by finger, pulled away.

The two of them, avoiding eye contact, drank tea, cup after cup.

He attentively poured and refilled the cup, and I persistently drank... The green leaves in the glass bloomed like the height of summer, like a shady tree growing in my heart, layer upon layer, warm and moist.
6 Hesitation

In such a large space, without a dense exchange of words to fill the void, the heart would feel desolate first.

In moments of silence, I would lower my head to take a sip of tea, then shift my gaze to play with a sparkling bracelet, then drink more tea, then play with it again, my heart trembling, wondering what this big man would do next...

He seemed uneasy as well.

"If you don't mind, I'll draw the curtains..."

He finally seemed to have found something to do, got up, and began to gradually let the light out.

Then he hurriedly went to turn on the light, pressing all the buttons here and there, before suddenly realizing: "I forgot to insert the card to turn on the electricity..."

Watching him search for the card all over the room... This man, too, seemed to have an unconcealable panic, disorder, hesitation, and even a touch of clumsy cuteness.

This quality, like a string of soft little balls, gradually tapped against my eyelids, the sides of my nose, the peaks of my lips, the base of my neck… until it reached my heart.

The light finally came on.

Too bright, he turned it off a bit.

The air conditioning rose and fell.

He finally adjusted the atmosphere to a perfect balance.

We drank tea again, but tea could no longer calm my heart.

Though the red wine, candlelight, and soft music were gone, this tranquility was like a calm sea, with unknown, turbulent waves surging beneath…

Ten minutes… about.

He walked over and sat on the footstool of my sofa, closing in… looking directly at me.

Our eyes met, there was no room for avoidance, time seemed to freeze, and a soft, tingling pull came from deep within my womb…

“I can’t believe you’re right here beside me,” he finally said, his breath gently brushing against my cheek, like a fleeting, intoxicating breeze.

I remained silent.

He reached out his hesitant hand, as if finding the only opening, and again pulled up the chained hand, looking at it and caressing it.

Suddenly, with a light pull, I fell into his arms...

7 Blooming

A firm embrace.

Because we wanted to be close, even closer, his knees gradually slid to the ground, this kneeling embrace, sincere and earnestly tight.

A kiss.

Only then did I realize how thick and warm his lips were.

In my ecstasy, he stood up and hugged me tightly... I was like an infant, completely lifted up by this big man...

I knew I would be placed on that large bed, like a brocade spread out on it; like a layered flower, blooming in the already warm and moist air.

A suppressed kiss, a caress, a peeling away… all in an instant, in an instant… He said, “Is it you? My little one I’ve longed for day and night, is this real or a dream…”

His kiss, his words, made me weak and powerless, made time and space reverse, unable to utter a single word, only able to cling tightly to him, like thousands of vines.

Because of the entanglement, my body was covered in a fine sweat, my legs were already a muddy mess, shy and unable to resist, I struggled with my soft body and mind, got up, and hurriedly went to wash… The water flowed closer to me before he did… My fingers slipped through the water, smooth as silk… How would he pass through me next?

Thinking to myself, my hand involuntarily reached down… Heavens, those glistening, sticky threads were already telling of desire?

I left the bathroom, a pair of neat slippers on my feet…

No more hiding, I ran to the bed, ran to him… I will bloom for him.

8 Tide

Surge I lifted my hips, high, open, calling to him… Come.

That single penetration was a memory forgotten and repeated a thousand times, a joy unattainable in memory… I let out a long, long “oh,” satisfied and at peace, possessing it all.

His kisses, like a fierce storm, pressed down on my breath.

His thrusts, earth-shattering, destroyed everything.

I cried out, my throat tearing desperately.

Suddenly, he stopped.

“Please me, quickly, please me!” He was my king, casting down a cold and urgent command from the heavens.

“…Please, please…”

“Please what?…Say it, say it quickly…”

The shame of my moans gradually faded, and I uttered a single word amidst his sharp penetration, a word that ignited his fierce fighting spirit… Waves of sound.

A slow, gentle cadence, he slowed: “Call me brother, call me brother…” he said breathlessly.

“…Brother, oh brother…” I clung tightly to his waist and hips, my chin held high, my hair a jumbled mess. “…Brother…” My voice was low for a moment, then rose again. His fingers pressed together, tightly covering my mouth… as if leaving would be the sound of sirens… When he relaxed slightly, his fingers went deep into my mouth, and I eagerly licked them up and down like sucking on ice cream…

The long battle ended, and the two exhausted people slowly helped each other to the gentle valley…

“Come on, baby, wait for me…” he said softly, covering my eyes with the blanket and placing my legs, which were spread open, on the edge of the bed.

He seemed to be pouring water… He… came.

Ah… I finally cried out.

His tongue was on fire… like sunlight pouring all its heat into a vast ocean, the seawater, warm and fervent, surging in… waves splashing, tides rising and falling… then flowing clear and cool downstream… again and again…

His tongue was like ice… like thousand-year-old snowmelt flowing from a secluded mountain stream, he delivered a fatal blow to that blazing fire… a chilling pleasure, tinged with the temperature within my body, surged forth in waves…

He looked down, admiring and praising…

suddenly, he grabbed my legs and thrust into me again, urgently and fiercely.

This time, the impact had the courage and brute force to destroy everything, and the supreme domineering power of a conqueror.

“Heavens, it’s out, it’s out again… how many times???” He pulled my hand and touched my lower body… sure enough, a wet, fresh, watery substance sprayed onto the blanket…

as if rewarded immensely, he worked even harder, like a tireless farmer, carefully cultivating this fertile land beneath him.

“It’s happening again, baby…” he whispered, and I could clearly feel the surge of warm, wet heat.

“Baby, this is the fifth time… baby, it’s a miracle…”

The tossed and rumpled blankets finally lay disheveled in one corner.

Like two leaves, I drifted with him on the river…

…a gentle embrace.

He stared into my eyes and said, word by word: You are mine, but I can’t believe it’s real. Can you tell me: are you the one I’ve longed for countless nights?

I was shy and speechless, and docile.

“I’ve finally lived for myself… you’re a real woman…”

9 Goodbye

That afternoon he didn’t go back.

In his text message he said he couldn’t calm down and needed to calm down before going back.

So that night, I knew he stayed in the city because of me.

The next afternoon until he left, the world was quiet.

I didn’t want to disturb him.

I hoped he would return home peacefully.

I wished this moment was a beautiful symbol, a brief pause in the chapter of his life.

The chain on my wrist gleamed coolly in the night breeze.

It was a reminder, a record, a keepsake.

...

That evening, I received a message from him at the airport:

"Farewell. I've been here countless times but felt no attachment. Only being connected with that little one makes me reluctant to leave this city. Farewell!"

"Farewell, my enchantress. A true woman who lived in her own unique way and brought boundless imagination to the masses yearning for passion! I will remember you from afar, bless you, and wish you and your loved ones a lifetime of love, peace, and happiness."

...I quietly, quietly watched the word "happy" on the bracelet, shimmering like broken silver, watching the feeling of happiness slowly dissipate in time and space, watching a few clear tears quietly drip onto the back of my hand, then slowly slide down, leaving an empty, damp mark...

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