I lost my virginity for the first time in a hotel with the school beauty.

My name is Li Haoxuan. My mother passed away shortly after I was born, without even having a chance to see me.
When I was eight, my father, driven by poverty, committed his first robbery, accidentally killing someone and landing him in prison.
The day the police arrested him was Lunar New Year's Eve.
In the eyes of the villagers, I was a jinx, responsible for my mother's death and my father's imprisonment.
They pointed and spat behind my back, saying I was unlucky.
I crouched behind the door, crying all day, my heart filled with helplessness, fear, and confusion.
I wanted to see my father, so I took the only ten-odd yuan we had and went to the county town.
The county town was huge, and I didn't know where my father was being held. I mustered my courage to ask around, but dressed in rags, no one paid me any attention. I
stayed on the streets of the county town for two days. A stray dog snatched half a chicken leg I had found, and I cried in fear. Just then, a girl chased the dog away with a brick.
Her name was Ding Qian, fifteen years old, seven years older than me. She told me to call her "sister."
After learning of my plight, she offered to come with me, saying she was alone too and would keep me company.
Looking at Ding Qian, I, lonely and helpless, felt like I had found a safe haven.
After calling out "Sister!", I fainted.
When I woke up, I was lying clean on a red bed, a red rag doll beside my pillow. The bed smelled wonderful, better than any other scent I had ever smelled.
I told my sister I wanted to see Dad, but she said it would just be the two of us from now on, and if I dared to leave her, she would abandon me and never care for me again.
During those days wandering the county town, I was terrified. I never wanted to eat food that others had thrown away or trampled on again; those days were a nightmare.
From then on, I never dared to mention seeing Dad again.
My sister was often away from home, day and night. I didn't know what she was doing. I was afraid she would abandon me, so I asked her, but she wouldn't tell me.
Once, my sister got angry when I asked her, raised her hand and slapped me. After hitting me, she cried.
From that day on, my sister's work became the second taboo topic between us.
On the third day at her house, my sister returned home, panting, her face covered in sweat, and there seemed to be a bruise on her neck. I quickly poured her a glass of water and brought it to her.
She gulped down the water, cursing, "How dare you bully me like this? I'll kill you sooner or later!"
She finished speaking angrily, took off the red coat she was wearing, and threw it at me.
Then, she slowly removed her black stockings, revealing her delicate, rosy feet and long, snow-white legs.
My sister had a fantastic figure, without an ounce of excess fat, just like the sexy female mannequins on the walls of her bedroom.
But at the same time, I noticed some red marks on her abdomen and back, as if she had been scratched, especially on her chest, where it looked like she had been bitten, with faint traces of blood seeping out.
I immediately asked my sister what happened, if someone had hit her.
My sister glared at me and went back to her bedroom.
I stood awkwardly in the living room, cursing myself for meddling and making my sister angry.
A few minutes later, she came out of the bedroom, beckoned to me, and I ran over immediately, standing before her, too afraid to say a word.
She looked at me with a smile.
I lowered my head even further, apologizing and promising never to make her angry again.
She knelt down, pinched my chin, and gave me a strange smile. "Xuanxuan, help me scrub my back, okay?"
I nodded quickly.
At that moment, I felt that I would do anything to help my sister.
She helped me undress.
When she saw my manhood, she stared at it for a few seconds, then closed her eyes. When she opened them again, her gaze was complicated. Then she pulled me into the bathroom.
Her bathroom was beautiful, with a unique fragrance.
Warm water flowed over her delicate body, and some of her bruises.
I stood beside her, letting the water splash onto me.
I stared blankly at my sister as she showered. To be honest, I didn't know what I was looking at; I just thought she was incredibly beautiful. Suddenly
, she squatted down and started crying, letting the water from the showerhead soak her hair and body. I rushed to her side and asked what was wrong. She choked back tears and said it was nothing, just that I needed to scrub her back. She wouldn't let me ask, so I didn't dare. I stood behind her and carefully scrubbed her back. Actually, she was very clean, not dirty at all. I don't know why she always showered several times after coming back. After I finished scrubbing her back, she turned around and hugged me tightly for several minutes before letting go. "Sis, you haven't scrubbed my front yet," I said immediately after she released me. She smiled and shook her head. "No need, let me wash you, okay?" She washed me for a good half hour. The shower gel lathered up beautifully, smelling wonderful and making my skin feel smooth. It was especially comfortable when she was wiping me down. After helping me wash, my sister told me to leave, saying she needed to take a shower. I was very obedient then, immediately leaving and lying on the sofa watching TV. My sister showered for a long time, and suppressed moans came from the bathroom. When she came out, her face was flushed. Young and naive, I ran to her and asked if she was sick. My sister, blushing, ran back to her bedroom. Perhaps she was careless; her towel fell down just before she closed the door… I thought her back looked so beautiful! Every few days, my sister would have me shower with her. After she finished, she would stay in the bathroom for a long time, coming out with her face still flushed. I never said anything more. I knew nothing about my sister's situation and dared not ask. I only knew that she didn't go to school; she said she hated it. However, she told me to study hard and become a promising person. I don't know how she managed it, but after I had been raised by her for a little over a month, she sent me to school. Looking at the tuition fees she had scraped together with her spare change, I cried. I secretly vowed to myself that I would never let my sister down, and that I would be good to her for the rest of my life. Every night, my sister would hold me as we slept, and I especially loved that feeling, particularly touching her long, beautiful legs and pressing my face against her chest—it was so warm. When I was thirteen, I had my first nocturnal emission. When I woke up, I vaguely remembered that my sister, Ding Qian, had appeared in my dream. After she noticed, she grinned mischievously at me, "Xuanxuan's all grown up!" I was so embarrassed that I wanted to disappear into the ground. At thirteen or fourteen, I already understood the differences between boys and girls, and after the nocturnal emission, I took the initiative to suggest that my sister and I sleep separately. I was a little reluctant. / I could tell that my sister was reluctant too.

For years, my sister had been leaving late and returning late, sometimes leaving around 9 a.m. and sometimes not coming back until 3 or 4 a.m. I never asked her why, but my curiosity grew stronger.
Finally, one Saturday, my sister dressed very sexily and went out, so I secretly followed her.
After changing buses several times, she finally entered a dark alley.
I stood a short distance away and looked around. There were many small shops in the alley, each with the four characters "Foot Massage" written on it.
My mind went blank.
Although I had never been here, I had heard that this place was a front for foot massages.
I kept telling myself that my sister definitely didn't work here; she must have come to see someone or had something urgent to attend to, and she would be out soon.
But I waited and waited, and my sister didn't come out. Instead, I saw men going in and out, all looking like they hadn't had enough, pulling up their pants.
I felt increasingly uneasy, and finally, I couldn't resist and went into the small shop my sister had entered.
Pushing open the door, I saw three or four women dressed as alluringly as my sister sitting on the sofa by the door, their long legs exposed, their full breasts almost bursting out.
When I went in, one of the women paused for a moment, then smiled at me, "Oh, so young and already looking for fun." She
reached out to grab me.
I pushed her away and ran inside. I had to find my sister; I had to find her today.
Pushing open the first door, I saw a man with his pants pulled down to his knees, on top of a woman, thrusting up and down. Although I'd never seen anything like it before, I knew what they were doing.
My mind was spinning, but I also felt a sense of relief.
My sister wasn't here. Maybe she was gone; I just hadn't seen her.
Amidst the woman's screams and the man's angry curses, I retreated from that small room.
Just then, another door opened, and a man came out, his arm around my sister.
I stood there dumbfounded, staring blankly at my sister.
Ding Qian saw me too, and she froze. "Xuanxuan, you... what are you doing here... I..."
She tried to explain in a panic, but couldn't utter a coherent sentence.
I stood there, dumbfounded, staring at her.
Suddenly, I felt nauseous. Looking at her body, I felt like throwing up.
I don't know what came over me, but I walked up to her step by step. Just as she was about to speak, I raised my hand and slapped her across the face. "You're so dirty!" I
yelled, then ran out of the foot massage parlor without looking back.
I ran through the streets like a madwoman.
My sister chased after me, crying and calling my name, but I didn't turn around. I don't know how many people I bumped into on the way; I just wanted to get away from her. She was so dirty.
When I got home, I locked myself in my bedroom.
My sister's cries drifted in from outside my room. "Xuanxuan, let me explain..."
"Filthy, so filthy! I don't have a sister like you, disgusting. I'm leaving tomorrow. I don't have a sister as filthy as you!" I yelled, sprawled on the bed.
Later, I don't know what she said outside the door, because after I yelled, I pulled the blanket over my head and covered my ears tightly with my fingers.
I don't know why, but I was incredibly stubborn at the time, not giving my sister a chance to explain, and even using the most vicious language to provoke her.
Later, whenever I thought about it, I would slap myself.
Lying in bed, my soul felt like it had been ripped out, my heart filled with complex emotions.
It wasn't until the next morning that I opened the door and left the room.
At that time, I thought that telling her I would leave would be repaying her kindness in raising me all these years.
I was such a fool, a complete and utter fool.
Chapter Three: My Sister's Secret .
I knocked on my sister's door and said through the door, "I'm waiting for you in the living room, I have something to say," and then I went to the living room.
I had just sat down when I saw a piece of paper on the coffee table.
"Xuanxuan, I really want to be with you forever. Don't blame me, okay? I'm leaving, and I've left you some money for living expenses. Study hard and don't let me down. Xuanxuan, I'm not dirty, really not dirty. Why won't you listen to my explanation?"
There were a few dried water stains on the paper—my sister's tears.
My mind went blank, and panic gripped me. I rushed to my sister's bedroom like a madwoman, opened the door, and found it empty.
The bedroom was still so fragrant and tidy, but her clothes were gone.
My sister is gone, she's really gone.
No, I can't leave my sister. She's everything to me; I can't let her leave me.
I felt like the sky had fallen. I slapped myself hard twice. My sister said she wasn't dirty, so she definitely wasn't. Why didn't I listen to her explanation? Why did I hit and scold her?
No, I can't lose my sister. I can't let her go. I have to find her.
The moment the thought crossed my mind, I rushed out of the house and ran to the foot massage parlor. As soon as I burst inside, I shouted, "Sister!"
The women there said, "Oh, so you're Ding Qian's brother. Ding Qian didn't come today."
I stood there, dejected, tears streaming down my face.
Just like when my father was arrested, I felt that same loneliness and helplessness.
One of the women looked at me and sighed, saying, "Your sister has had a hard life. She's suffered so much for you, her brother. You must treat Ding Qian well from now on."
Self-reproach and regret overwhelmed me, and I slapped myself several times.
My sister had done so much for me all these years, and I hadn't even given her a chance to explain.
I ran out of the foot massage parlor and frantically searched the streets for Ding Qian, asking everyone I saw, but no one paid any attention to me. They all treated me like a madman, keeping their distance.
I searched for two days, but I couldn't find her. She seemed to have vanished into thin air, without a trace.
Back home, I desperately hoped my sister would appear at the door, but she didn't.
I squatted in the living room, filled with remorse. My sister had always cared for and loved me so much. Even if she really did that kind of thing, so what?
She's my sister, my sister for life.
I hadn't even bothered to ask what happened, and had just started yelling at her, calling her dirty.
My sister said she wasn't dirty, so she definitely wasn't. I must have misunderstood her.
I felt so guilty. My sister must have had her reasons. I should have given her a chance to explain, but I had deeply hurt her. All
she left me with was her wronged and heartbroken figure, and her endlessly sorrowful and aggrieved face.
Every time my sister appeared in my mind, my heart ached as if it were being cut by a knife.
For the next few days, I locked myself in the house. I, who had always been a good student, even started smoking.
One afternoon, there was a knock at the door. I rushed there like a madman, hoping it was my sister coming home.
A middle-aged woman stood outside the door. Disappointed, I was about to close the door without a word.
"You must be Xiao Xuan. I'm Ding Qian's mother!" she said, sighing.
Hearing her words, I froze, then looked up again.
"Where's my sister? Do you know anything about her?" I clung to the woman as if grasping at a straw.
The auntie told me that Ding Qian had called this morning and asked me to pass on a message.
I quickly asked what her sister said.
"Ding Qian is worried about you being alone. She told me to tell you that if you're capable, go to Shanghai to find her. If you find her, she'll never leave you again. If you give up on yourself like this, she'll never appear again." The auntie's eyes held a pleading look.
I nodded frantically, saying, "Okay, I'll go to Shanghai, right away."
The auntie shook her head, saying, "Ding Qian instructed that you must go on your own."
Hearing my aunt's words, I was stunned. "
I can only go through university on my own merit," she said. "Otherwise, you can't go at all. You're too young. Even if you work, no one there will hire you. So, going to university is the only way." She added that this was Ding Qian's wish.
As for the tuition, she said she would help me.
At that moment, I felt a sense of liberation, and my dim eyes regained their light.
I asked my aunt for Ding Qian's contact information. I wanted to apologize to her, to tell her I missed her.
My aunt sighed, saying that Ding Qian had called from a public phone and hadn't left any contact information.
Tears streamed down her face. She said Ding Qian hated her and her father, and had never contacted the family for years. Only yesterday, out of concern for me, had she contacted the family for the first time, hoping we could take care of me.
My aunt cried as she told me that she and Ding Qian's father owed Ding Qian so much, and hoped I could go to Shanghai, find her, and take care of her.
I nodded heavily, saying I would definitely find Ding Qian and take care of her for the rest of my life.
My aunt wanted me to go with her to live with her, but I refused. This is my and Ding Qian's home; I won't leave, and I don't want to leave, because it holds my most beautiful memories with Ding Qian.
My aunt left!
I wiped away my tears hard.
Sister, wait for me. I will definitely get into a university in Shanghai and come find you, I definitely will.
Back at school, the sky seemed exceptionally blue, and the air exceptionally fresh!
I studied even harder than before, even taking my books to the bathroom. In the high school entrance exam, I achieved the highest score in the entire school and was admitted to the best high school in the county.
I became a bookworm in the eyes of my classmates.
For three years of high school, I only had one thing on my mind: studying, studying relentlessly.
Because I knew that only by getting into a university in Shanghai could I find my Ding Qian, apologize to her in person, and take care of her for the rest of my life.
With this strong belief, I persevered through three years of high school.
As I walked out of the college entrance exam hall, I smiled. "Sister Ding Qian, wait for me, I'm coming to find you!"
After the exam results came out, unsurprisingly, my score far exceeded the first-tier university cutoff. I applied to that century-old prestigious university in Shanghai, and quickly, I was admitted.
Two months later, carrying my luggage, I boarded the train to Shanghai alone. "
Sister Ding Qian, I'm coming to find you!"
Chapter Four: Seeing What I Shouldn't Have Seen
. Seeing the crowds and traffic of Shanghai, and the bustling streets, no one knew how excited I was. "
Sister Qian, Xuanxuan is coming to find you .
I want you to fulfill your promise from five years ago, to stay with me for life, to be my woman!
" "Is this also a freshman at our school? So rustic, obviously from the countryside.
" "Dirty and an eyesore.
" "Is
he a beggar?" "He stinks."
...
Almost everyone who walked past me looked at me with disgust, keeping their distance, their sarcastic remarks never ceasing.
Hearing their words, a surge of anger rose within me, but I forcibly suppressed it.
I bit my lip, clenched my fists, wanting to curse them for their contempt, but I didn't dare. Before I came to Shanghai, my aunt had repeatedly warned me not to cause trouble. They said that patience brings peace, and compromise brings tranquility.
Suddenly, a horn honked behind me, and a very nice car stopped beside me.
Later, I learned it was a Ferrari.
A girl got out, dressed very sexily, her shoulders and collarbone exposed, wearing a black mini-skirt that revealed her incredibly long and slender legs. She exuded an alluring aura.
I couldn't help but swallow hard.
She gave me a look of disgust and contempt, then waved her hand in front of her nose.
Her gesture felt like a slap in the face, burning my cheek.
Just as I was about to turn away, the other car door opened, and another girl stepped out. I was immediately stunned.
Long, flowing hair, red sunglasses, a tight red t-shirt, and tight denim shorts—her legs were like flawless white jade.
"Sister?"
I couldn't help but call out when I saw the girl.
The long-haired girl looked at me, took off
her sunglasses, and frowned slightly. "Are you calling me? Do we know each other?" Her voice was gentle. "I...I'm sorry, I...I mistook you for someone else." I was stunned when the long-haired girl took off her sunglasses! After apologizing, I quickly turned and left.
Sister Ding Qian didn't know I was in Shanghai, let alone that I was at this university. How could she possibly be here?
I smiled bitterly. I must have missed my sister too much.
"Zhishan, why bother with this bumpkin? He's an eyesore." The girl in the short skirt's voice was full of contempt and mockery.
Hearing her words, my anger flared up instantly. I turned back and squinted at the girl in the short skirt. Although she was quite pretty, there was a hint of coldness on her face.
I immediately knew in my heart that this woman was not to be trifled with.
"Okay, Xia Liu, I think he just mistook me for someone else. Don't be so persistent. Today is our first day of registration, so behave yourself." The girl named Zhishan gave me an apologetic look, then took the arm of that gossipy woman and left.
After going through the registration process, I was exhausted and covered in sweat. No one helped me; even the upperclassmen who were welcoming the new students kept their distance.
When I got to the dorm, my three roommates were already there. I greeted them, but they ignored me.
In class, no one wanted to sit next to me.
I understood; this was reality, stark reality.
Of all the new students, I was the poorest. Everyone else was dressed smartly and stylishly, while I stood out so much, still carrying an old, worn-out phone—a gift from Ding Qian's mother before the start of the semester.
However, I didn't expect that Zhishan and Xia Liu were also in our class.
Through their self-introductions at the beginning of the semester, I learned they were both from Shanghai and came from wealthy families.
I was the poorest and least influential student in the class.
When my classmates learned my college entrance exam scores, they were only shocked for a second before rolling their eyes in unison. "Bookworm," "country bumpkin," "country bumpkin"—these words came from their mouths.
Xia Liu, in particular, said in front of the whole class that I, this country bumpkin, was already trying to get ahead of myself, like a toad trying to eat swan meat, without even taking a good look at myself.
The whole class burst into laughter, their eyes filled with contempt.
My impression of Xia Liu was extremely bad; seeing her made me feel disgusted. On the other hand, Zhishan seemed like a good student—polite and attentive in class. It wasn't until
some time later that I realized that in university, it's never about grades, but about background and family wealth.
But I had none of those things!
Faced with their ridicule, I could only endure it. I knew it wasn't easy for me to come to Shanghai for school, not easy at all. The high tuition fees were all paid for by Ding Qian's mother through scrimping and saving.
My purpose in coming here was clear: to find Ding Qian, my sister.
For Ding Qian's sake, I had to endure it.
What were these sarcastic remarks compared to the pain I caused my sister? To
get along with my classmates, I diligently cleaned the classroom and did everything I could for them, thinking that this would allow me to integrate into their circle.
But I was too naive. All I got in return for my efforts was their even more ruthless exploitation. Sometimes, I felt particularly pathetic for doing this.
The homeroom teacher made me the class monitor because no one was interested in it; they were all busy dating and going to hotels.
Teenage boys are restless, and I was no exception. I would also secretly look at the girls in the class, but all I got in return were eye rolls, insults, and ridicule.
Besides Zhishan, there was another girl with a cold appearance named Ouyang Menghan, who was very beautiful.
When Zhishan noticed me looking at her, she would only smile slightly, and my face would immediately turn as red as a monkey's bottom. She looked a lot like Ding Qian, and every time I saw her, my body would react.
Ouyang Menghan, on the other hand, had a particularly cold expression; I didn't even dare to look her in the eye.
The cost of living in Shanghai is well-known.
While others were feasting on dishes and soups, I could only afford pickled vegetables and steamed buns.
Fortunately, there were work-study opportunities in the school, which I managed to secure, cleaning a lecture hall in the department and the hallways of our dormitory building.
Five hundred yuan a month was a blessing to me.
For over a month after the start of the semester, besides studying and cleaning at school, I tried to wander the streets as much as possible, searching for my sister Ding Qian.
But in this vast sea of people, in this international metropolis, without any clues, finding someone was incredibly difficult—like
searching for a needle in a haystack. I had thought my university life would be spent searching for Ding Qian.
One day, after cleaning the lecture hall, I turned off the lights and sat down to rest in a corner chair when the classroom door was suddenly pushed open.
A man and a woman burst in, embracing and kissing passionately, tearing at each other's clothes.
The woman was Xia Liu.
The man was Hao Minghui, Zhi Shan's boyfriend. He was handsome, from a very wealthy family, and had become quite a figure within days of the start of the semester, always surrounded by four or five followers.
Xia Liu and Zhi Shan were best friends.
Now, Hao Minghui and Xia Liu were actually…
Before I could react, Hao Minghui had already pinned Xia Liu to the table.
I knew I had seen something I shouldn't have, and I wanted to leave, but if I stood up now, how could they possibly let me go?
In a moment of quick thinking, I gently pulled the curtains beside me to cover my body.
But my eyes still involuntarily looked towards them.
Chapter Five: Making You Disappear in Shanghai
Xia Liu lay on the conference table, her snow-white thighs wrapped around Hao Minghui's waist.
Hao Minghui kissed Xia Liu's neck, his hands kneading her breasts.
"Minghui, I'm wearing Zhishan's underwear today, do you like it?" Xia Liu gasped, holding Hao Minghui's head tightly against her chest.
Upon hearing this, Hao Minghui seemed to be injected with adrenaline, straightening up and tearing open Xia Liu's clothes, frantically kissing her underwear.
Xia Liu's almond-shaped eyes were glazed, her breath coming in gasps!
What a slut!
Watching this scene, I thought it was utterly disgusting, Hao Minghui was such a pervert with such a twisted sense of humor, actually…
But undeniably, I was hard, throbbing painfully, after all, this scene was too stimulating.
I hid behind the curtains, barely daring to breathe, yet unable to suppress my restless heart and body.
My eyes were fixed on that despicable couple; I knew I was seeing something I shouldn't have, but I couldn't look away.
Hao Minghui pulled down Xia Liu's underwear—no, it should be said, he pulled down Zhishan's underwear from Xia Liu's body.
Thump... Crash...
I don't know if I was too nervous, but my foot bumped into the chair next to me, and my hand trembled, pulling the curtains open.
Hao Minghui and Xia Liu turned to look at me almost simultaneously.
They had been in the lecture hall for quite some time, and their eyes had long since adjusted to the dimness.
"Ah! Minghui, someone's here!" Xia Liu screamed, quickly getting up from the table and hiding behind Hao Minghui, grabbing her clothes and frantically putting them on.
"What a damn spoilsport! Who's hiding here peeping? Get out here!" Hao Minghui was furious, rushing over and pulling me out from behind the curtains.
He had just been messing with Xia Liu, and I had ruined his fun; he was now furious and wanted to vent all his anger on me.
Hao Minghui pulled me out from behind the curtains and punched me in the face.
Having never fought before, I was no match for him. I knocked over several chairs and lay on the floor, my mouth tasted metallic, and blood trickled from the corner of my mouth.
Seeing the enraged Hao Minghui, I was terrified. Hao Minghui wasn't just tall and strong; more importantly, he was rich and powerful, with many lackeys, and even teachers had to give him some leeway.
And me? I didn't even have a single friend.
The furious Hao Minghui pulled me up from the ground, his eyes glaring at me fiercely. "Tell me, what did you just see?" His eyes and tone were filled with a chilling intent.
Hearing Hao Minghui's question, my legs trembled, and I didn't dare look him in the eye. "No...no, I didn't see anything."
"Li Haoxuan, so it's you, you country bumpkin! What are you doing here?" Xia Liu's expression of panic flashed for a moment when she saw me, then her eyes flashed with vicious anger, which quickly turned into contempt.
"Minghui, it's alright now that it's him. I thought it was someone else. Even if he had a few lives, he wouldn't dare tell anyone." Xia Liu glanced at me dismissively, calmly straightening her clothes.
I understand. If it were anyone else, Xia Liu, that slut, might be wary, afraid of exposing their dirty secrets. But she utterly despises me. In her eyes, I'm just a bumpkin, not even worthy to carry her shoes.
Hao Minghui asked Xia Liu who I was.
Xia Liu told him, "I'm that bumpkin from Hebei.
" Hao Minghui said, "Oh, so it's him," then disdainfully pushed me away, clapping his hands as if my clothes had dirtied them.
"Kid, listen up, if you dare utter a single word, I'll make you disappear from Shanghai!" Hao Minghui said, then put his arm around Xia Liu's slender waist and walked out.
Xia Liu swayed her hips, clinging to Hao Minghui's arm, her head resting on his shoulder.
Originally, I thought that was the end of it, but unexpectedly, Xia Liu kept talking as they walked, saying that this country bumpkin tried to get close to Zhishan from the very first day, calling her "Sister Zhishan," and later kept trying to take advantage of her. He was like a toad trying to eat swan meat; if it weren't for her protecting Zhishan, who knows how much I would have taken advantage of her.
Hao Minghui, who had only taken a few steps, immediately stopped, turned around, pushed Xia Liu aside, and kicked me in the stomach. I stumbled back a few steps, clutching my stomach and bending over.
Hao Minghui grabbed me again and punched me in the face. This punch was even harder than the last one; my nose started bleeding.
I heard that Hao Minghui used to practice Taekwondo and was quite skilled at it.
I fell to the ground, unable to get up. Hao Minghui wouldn't let me go. He squatted down and relentlessly punched and slapped me across the body and face.
"You poor bastard, daring to lay a finger on Zhishan! Today I'll cripple you! Let me tell you, you're not even worthy to glance at Hao Minghui's woman!"
Xia Liu, that slut, stood to the side, watching with relish, occasionally kicking me in the face.
"I...I didn't, I didn't lay a finger on Zhishan, I didn't!" My words were repeatedly interrupted by Hao Minghui's slaps.
They said I was lying, and the beating became even more violent.
I felt dizzy, as if my body was floating.
Later, Xia Liu pulled Hao Minghui away, saying that giving me a lesson was enough. A country bumpkin like him, Zhishan would have to be blind to even look at him. With this lesson, she doubted he would dare to do it again.
After Xia Liu finished speaking, she spat on my face.
Disgusting, but I didn't have the strength to wipe it off.
"If you dare tell anyone about this, you know the consequences." Hao Minghui kicked me before standing up, straightening his clothes, and then, with his arm around Xia Liu and his hand on her buttocks, they left, pressed tightly together.
After they left, tears streamed down my face, my heart filled with endless grievances and humiliation.
You two, you shameless couple, coming here looking for thrills without even checking if anyone was around, just coming and doing it, I couldn't even hide in time, and you blame me? Why did you bully me like this?
My body ached, my head was spinning, and my nose was bleeding profusely.
As the saying goes, a person lives for their reputation, a tree lives for its bark, and now, I truly have no dignity left.
But I have to endure it. I believe that with Hao Minghui's power, he can definitely make me disappear.
I still need to find Ding Qian, I still need to find my sister, I have to endure all of this.
So, I can only keep this matter buried inside.
After lying on the ground for more than twenty minutes, my body felt a little better, and I slowly got up.
Enduring the pain, I wiped the blood off the floor. I didn't want to lose this job, and I couldn't afford to; otherwise, I'd have no food to eat.
While wiping the blood, I noticed a small, beautiful, and seemingly precious silver butterfly where the two had been.
It must have fallen from Xia Liu's underwear, because I'd seen a similar decoration on Ding Qian's underwear before, though back then, it was just plastic.
I gave a bitter smile and slipped the silver butterfly into my pocket.
Only after making sure the classroom floor was clean did I drag my aching and exhausted body away. Although this wasn't the first time I'd been beaten, this was definitely the most humiliating experience I'd ever had—the inability to resist, the silent suffering of humiliation. I also experienced reality for the first time. (Due to space limitations, follow the WeChat public account [Yu Feng Literature] and reply with the number 12 to continue reading the exciting story! In today's society, without ability and money, only academics, you're just a piece of trash in other people's eyes; no one will even glance at you.) University is completely different from high school. In high school, if students fight, the school will intervene, the dean of students will intervene, but in university, nobody cares. They just collect their salaries and attend their classes. Realistic, ruthless, indifferent!
On the way back to the dormitory, the wind blew on my face, it hurt! I could feel that my face was at least three times swollen.
"Li Haoxuan, stop, I need to talk to you." Just as I reached the dormitory building, Xia Liu, wearing clothes that Hao Minghui had torn, suddenly appeared in front of me.

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