This is not our first time.

When was that? It seems to be around this time of year.

March. March is the season when peach blossoms are in full bloom.

There's no snow here in this season, only peach blossoms about to bloom and those already in full bloom.

Snow only exists in the place in my memory.

That's where snow can play freely. The sky there is azure blue in the snowy season. The wind there is the most biting and cold in the snowy season. And back then, I was warmed only by one person.

There was snow then. But the flowers were in bloom then. That year, I had just arrived in Beijing.

I was sitting alone on a bench under a pine tree on the campus of Beijing Foreign Studies University. I saw you. That was my first glimpse. I didn't know who you were then.

I only saw the fire that drifted by. A red hat, a red trench coat. When you appeared in the dazzling white, calm white snow, a certain nerve in my heart was touched.

I couldn't see the person under that red, I could only vaguely see a round and delicate chin amidst the red, and I guessed that the person with such a chin must be beautiful.

I am a lonely person. My loneliness wasn't innate, nor was it unique; it was like the cold wind blowing through the snow. I don't know when it started, or where it's blowing. "

Loneliness is shameful," a song by Zhang Chu resonated with me. So, for a time, I thought I was shameful.

I traveled eastward, determined to overcome that shame. I'd been shameful for too long; I didn't want to continue.

I come from the Northwest, but I'm not a northern wolf. Northern wolves can be lonely forever, can be shameful forever, but I can't. I'm not a wolf, though I yearn for its heart, I'm destined never to learn ruthlessness, never to howl at the sky in solitude.

"If you can't stand it, come back. This place belongs to you; only here can you taste the flavor of life." Those words from our last drinking session still echoed in my ears, as cold and sharp as the wind in the snow, bringing me back to my senses.

I was awake, thankfully still rational.

Finally, on that rainy, snowy morning, I left, waving goodbye and never looking back. I hoped to turn back and look one last time, but I held back. Only my heart knows there's no going back. I wonder if that unintentional glance was enough for me to make up my mind. At that time, I didn't know you, and you didn't know me.

I never thought about love at first sight, never thought that such an old-fashioned thing would happen to me.

"Did you really fall in love with me at first sight?"

"I can't be sure if it was the first time. But since I've been with you, I've become more and more convinced that it was the beginning.

At that time, I didn't know you, and you didn't know me."

We weren't even sure if we were going to the same place.

We've even forgotten the red in my eyes after that glance.

"No wonder." No wonder?

"No wonder I felt a chill down my spine, so someone was watching." I'd rather believe it was your true feelings.

"Is it fate?"

Fate is predetermined, destiny is made by people, I believe.

There was originally only one person in this world, but God's mercy turned one person into two, and God's childlike heart led the two to different places. If it's destined, then we will definitely meet again and become one again.

"I believe you! Otherwise, why would you come from Xi'an and I from Hainan?" I believe you, I believe everything, as long as you say it.

You know? Your eyes are captivating. But what I love most is the way you look when you're asleep, so peaceful and serene, with a playful furrow in your brow. Only when you're asleep do I know I'm not alone.

It was a week later before I was finally able to see you.

By then, we adult education students had already arranged our necessary lives. Normal student life had begun normally.

I never expected to see you again, so I was lost in thought. You must think I look ridiculous, right? No, you said that looking silly is cute.

Unfortunately, I wasn't happy that time. You were with a boy then.

I was really silly, so incredibly silly. I should have known you came for me, that I was your destined other half.

You greeted each of the six people in the dorm, so friendly and enthusiastic towards everyone, impartial to all.

But I knew in my heart that I wasn't happy.

"You're so silly, how could I possibly like him? How could a sister like a little brother? You underestimate my taste..." Regardless of what I say, your appearance has already captivated me.

You're right, I just don't understand this simple truth, but do you know he likes you too?

He asked me for advice on how to woo you, even saying that if he got you to bed, he'd treat you to a meal at the VIP restaurant.

It's not that he's throwing money away; I believe he can do it. He comes from a wealthy family in the south. I could only offer him advice out of courtesy. I'll be honest with you, my purpose in helping him wasn't just for a meal. Of course, maybe I also wanted to know if you were the one I longed for.

He failed, even with the methods I taught him. I know why, he's not me.

He wasn't the only one using his brain; there was also that middle school teacher from Guangxi. His sleazy appearance made me question his identity. He wasn't here to study; he was always muttering to himself while holding his textbooks, his gaze always fixed on those slender figures.

I didn't come here to study either; I came for you.

This place, like countless makeshift study groups back then, was unregulated, bearing the prestigious name of Beijing Foreign Studies University, but its essence remained unchanged. The reason for this was the prevailing craze for studying abroad. But this was my homeland.

"I was absolutely crazy. Crawling into your bed in front of so many of you in the dorm. Did I make you think I was stupid and... lewd?" You always couldn't hide your embarrassment when you mentioned it.

Yes, your lewdness was for me, using your frankness and passion for me.

You naturally didn't know that it took immense courage and perseverance for you to crawl into my bed. My fellow dorm mates had to endure our sweet nothings and intimate moments with even greater courage and perseverance. This included that not-so-respectable high school teacher. I

don't mean to generalize; at least, in my memory, my high school teacher was both kind and stern. The high school teacher's intentions were more direct than the rich kid's. He said he really wanted to sleep with you, and that he'd already achieved it in his dreams, drooling as he said it.

"She fell asleep on my shoulder on the subway the other day when we went out." His smug, drool-splattered manner almost made me misunderstand you. You innocent little woman, when you're sleepy, you can lean on anything nearby without a care in the world; not just anyone's shoulder is safe.

"With you, do I even have the chance to lean on someone else's shoulder?" you always ask with a charmingly naive look, but your eyes are mischievous.

I misspoke again. You're mine; how could I let you lean on someone else's shoulder? See, I always make mistakes in front of you.

Remember the first time? Ours? Do I have to say it again? Why do you always selectively forget?

Of course, it was me accompanying you shopping; I'd run from Xidan to Wangfujing for a pair of shoes I liked.

Good heavens, you're shaking your head again, deep in thought. Can you even remember?

"I remember, I remember... you said I was so small, not even big enough for you to hug." She glared at me playfully.

That was the result of a gust of wind; you were sent by the wind from heaven.

"If it weren't for that sentence, I probably wouldn't have chosen to be with you. That sentence touched me and made me feel warm." "On the bus, you were standing behind someone. Something hard was pressed against your back. You're really shameless, didn't you know to move aside!" Since you felt it, why didn't you move aside?

"How could I move aside? There's a window in front! You're so stupid."

You reached out and hit me.

"Have you ever seen anyone with a gun pressed against their back and still daring to move?"

This wasn't the first time.

"Actually, I'm not averse to it."

Later, you told me the truth, you're never good at hiding your feelings, whether it's happiness or sadness. It's just because you feel I can rely on you, I can trust you, and I'm right!

"That day when we came back. I fell asleep in your arms. Did you ever think about molesting me?" I did think about it.

Ever since I decided to pursue you, I've been thinking about molesting you every minute of every day, not only molesting you, but also possessing you, possessively possessing you.

"Hmph. If you had dared to molest me back then, you would have been dead."

Actually, you weren't asleep. Actually, all I wanted to do that day was hold you and let you lie quietly in my arms.

This wasn't our first time.

I kissed you inside the tightly closed mosquito net. You were fast asleep. I really didn't want to disturb you, I just wanted to watch you silently, but your allure made me lose my mind.

You woke up. Without a trace of dissatisfaction, without a trace of unease, you gazed calmly, as if everything before you was a natural result, without a trace of reluctance.

"Is this your official way of pursuing me?"

It's rare for you to be so calm at a time like this. Can't you see the passion in my eyes? I answered with my actions.

"No... um... listen to me, this is the dormitory, in broad daylight... you... um." I finally captured your trembling little mouth. You fell silent, leaving only the exchange of lips and tongues and your increasingly frequent and disordered breathing. My hand slipped under your clothes to your chest, and without hesitation, I grasped your delicate breasts. Even through the thin sweater, the warmth and softness that reached my palm was enough to make my blood boil.

"Ouch...you're pinching too hard, you're so annoying, put your hand inside." You blame me, blame me for not being gentle, blame me for my lust. I must have pinched too hard, blame you, blame only your charm and allure.

Untying you, my eyes lit up. Quiet as a beautiful water lily, calmly watching my movements, calmly letting me caress your proud, full breasts now exposed to the air, a faint fragrance wafting towards me. Pale pink surrounding scarlet, highlighting your tenderness, your delicate nipples, perky and waiting for my tenderness. I couldn't help but move towards you, capturing your softness once more. You gently closed your eyes, letting out a long sigh.

"Don't untie down there."

Stopping my hands from exploring downwards.

"That...it's not clean yet, be good, don't move."

Am I your darling? So gentle, overflowing with tender maternal love.

Lazily lying in my arms, revealing your petite and charming beauty to me without reservation. I caressed your breasts, wantonly playing with your two beautiful nipples, kissing you passionately.

"I can't breathe, are you trying to kiss me to death?" you

chuckled softly, your expression a mixture of pleasure and shyness. That look adored me.

I couldn't get enough of looking at you while you were sleeping, so I couldn't help myself... "Can't help yourself and start molesting me, huh? How can I sleep with you here beside me?" Were you awake?

"Yeah. I just wanted to see if some people are good or not!"

So what if they're good? So what if they're not?

"If they're good, I might be a little disappointed, and then I'll get a good night's sleep. If they're not good? Then I'll just have to be bad with them. Who told me to get into their bed?" As she said this, seemingly unable to suppress the shyness of facing my naked body, she pressed her pink breasts against my chest, gently encircling me with her arms, her slightly parted red lips touching my dry lips. I

caressed the smoothness and softness of your body, enjoying the sweet kiss. Time passed by like this.

"Looks like there's still one place that's being naughty. Want to make it behave?" You? I didn't even have time to be surprised. You'd already slipped into the covers like a fish.

My already throbbing member, teased by your body, your breath, your gentle caresses, suddenly sank into your warm, smooth embrace. Every muscle, bone, and nerve in my body seemed to melt away with that instant of your sucking and caressing.

You, this gift from heaven, want to destroy me in one go, to make me submit? I can, willingly.

As the passion, like a scalding torrent, roared and surged between your tender lips and tongue, blooming wildly, I felt in my heart...

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